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moonstruckme · 3 days

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omg i'm SO obsessed with roommate james like you don't understanddddd 😭💗 i've been loving the shy reader fics so far i'm so excited to see more of them!! i don't know if this would make sense w/ shy reader so honestly just write it however you want but i would loooove to see something w/ roommate james where he has friends over but is always like talking about her and checking on her and everything and his friends are just teasing him about it hahaha i think it would be so fun!! anyway tysm and i hope you have a good day!!!

Hi sweetheart! I had this scene already written but I did implement a couple of the things you requested, hope you like it <3

cw: alcohol

part 1 │ part 2 │ part 3 │ part 4 │part 5 │ part 6 │ part 7

roommate!James x shy!reader ♡ 1.3k words

Somehow, you’ve wound up basically in James’ armpit.

“Falsehoods!” James is laughing, nearly shouting, but you get the sense one needs to yell a bit to communicate in this friend group. Everyone except Lily and Remus, that is, for whom the others seem to quiet reflexively every time they start to speak. “Lies and falsehoods! If I recall, I wasn’t the one who left a pot in the sink for so long it grew mold.”

“It wasn’t my pot!” Sirius defends himself, propping himself up on Remus' shoulder to make his point. He’s somehow managed to recline on the arm of your couch, his boyfriend’s arm wrapped cautiously around his waist to keep him from slipping off. “You cooked pasta in it and then forgot!”

“Y/n,” says Lily, sitting across her girlfriend’s lap, “blink twice if you need help.”

Mary laughs, hooking her hands under Lily’s knees to pull her closer and then intertwining their fingers. This is another thing you’ve noticed about James’ friends: they have a tendency to pile. Not even necessarily with their respective significant others and seemingly regardless of the seating available; last time you came home Sirius was half across James’ lap and Lily and Remus were sitting together on the rug as if the rest of the couch wasn’t empty.

You laugh too, self-consciousness making you slip further down James’ side when the others look your way. So, it’s possible you have some idea of how you came to be basically in his armpit.

James grins down at you. “Don’t listen to them,” he stage-whispers. “We both know what a good roommate I can be, under the right management.”

Your answering smile comes far too easily. You like seeing James like this. You don’t think he’s ever not himself, but as soon as Sirius got here it’s like he dialed up to eleven. And he obviously loves his friends, entertaining them, making them laugh. You can see why, too. They’re an easy bunch to talk to.

It probably helps that James has been practically tipping ciders down your throat (he hasn’t; he’s offered them to you, and you’ve gulped them down like the nervous freak you are), but you’re actually having a good time. You felt a bit indebted after he’d bought you a pizza last week and you’d still chickened out of coming downstairs, but now you’re glad you’re here.

Your body feels loose and liquidy, and your shoulder is just starting to hurt from the position you’re in (which makes you wonder how long James’ ribs have been hurting from your shoulder digging into them) when he looks down at you again. He seems amused.

“You comfy down there?” he asks.

“Meh.” It’s an honest answer.

“Here.” He brings his arm to your shoulder, propping you up and then scooching closer to you on the couch. Now you’re not in his armpit so much as under his arm, which drops from where it’s draped across the back of the couch to squeeze your shoulder reassuringly. “Better?”

“Yeah.” Even the social lubricant of alcohol can’t keep the nervous edge from your voice. “Thanks.”

“Course, love.” He gives your shoulder another little squeeze, beaming as he focuses back on the conversation.

Your chest hurts, a gratifying ache.

You manage to down another cider before his friends start saying their goodbyes, Sirius and Remus each whipping out a cigarette as soon as they’re outside while Lily and Mary fake cough and James heckles them lovingly from the doorway.

When he shuts the door he’s still smiling, so obviously content you can’t help but feel a crush of affection for him.

“Thanks for inviting me,” you say, grabbing a rag to clean up where Mary had accidentally spilled a bit of her drink.

“Of course, I told you you’re always—what are you doing?”

He sounds so affronted you actually think you’ve done something wrong. You look up from where you’re mopping up the spill, confused.

“I’m cleaning everything from tonight,” he says, still looking outraged.

You smile in relief when you realize it’s feigned. “Don’t be stupid. I was participating tonight, too.”

“You make it sound like you were an accomplice to some crime.” James sits down beside you and steals the rag from your hand, cleaning up the rest of the spill himself. “You’re off the hook, you were practically coerced.”

“I was,” you agree, standing and gathering the dishes from the coffee table instead, “but it was fun in the end. I’m a little bit glad you coerced me.”

You can hear James’ smile in his voice. “I’ll be sure to do it more often. First, I’m gonna coerce you into hanging out with us again on Friday, and then—“ He turns around, eyes narrowing as he spots the couple of glasses you’re carrying “—stop picking up my mess! Fuck, I can’t keep up with you, you’re like a machine.”

A giggle fizzes out of you. James stands and holds his hands out for them, but you take a couple of steps back. “Why can’t I help? Anyway, you’re just as clean as I am.”

“Because, it was my idea,” he laughs, pursuing you. “And I’m only clean because you’re clean.” He backs you up against the stairs, wrestling the glasses away from you with frustrating ease. “If I thought you didn’t care, this whole place would look like the inside of my room.”

You give an odd bark of laughter, leaning on the banister to look at him. He looks ridiculously smug, both glasses held in one big hand. “Oh my god, you’re so nice. It’s pathological.”

“Wow.” Some of the smugness falls away as James grins at you. “That’s a real one.”

“What?”

“Your smile,” he says. You still don’t get how he can do this eye contact thing, looking at you so openly while he seems so sincere. Your own gaze flees downward, warmth rushing to your cheeks. “I don’t get to see it a lot, out in the open like that. It’s really lovely.”

He reaches for you, doing this weird chin-pinching thing that shouldn’t be half as endearing as it is. You roll your eyes, but your mouth seems stuck. You don’t know how to respond.

James doesn’t seem to notice, taking the glasses with him into the kitchen. You grab a few more off the table and follow him. He’s turned the light above the sink on, but the rest of the kitchen is dim. His long sleeves are pushed up to his elbows as he makes soapy water in the sink.

As you come in, he turns around to take the glasses from you, the light from above casting a glowy halo of his thick brown hair. He’s so beautiful it makes your stomach hurt. You’re suddenly worried you might be just inebriated enough to do something stupid.

James narrows his eyes at you teasingly as he snatches the glasses away. “Enough of that,” he scolds.

“Are you sure you don’t want any more help?” you ask.

He rolls his eyes. You’re pretty sure he didn’t do that so much before he started hanging out with you. On him, it somehow manages to look fond. “Positive,” he says. “Go stop being useful.”

You catch yourself biting the inside of your lip. “Okay. Then I think I’m gonna head up for the night.”

“Yeah?” James looks over, and you wonder for a second if something in your voice has given you away. He looks confused, a bit worried, but then that melds into a soft sweetness. He gives you a smile. “Okay. Sweet dreams.”

“You too,” you say, doing your best to smile in response before you round the corner to the stairs.

Your brain feels fuzzy. You’re not sure if that’s from alcohol or fatigue or something else entirely, but it feels good to put on your pajamas, clean your face in front of the mirror. The covers on your bed are soft and heavy. You can hear the kitchen sink running downstairs as you slip beneath them, James finally starting to rinse the dishes before he turns in for the night, too.

You think of his boisterous laugh, the weight of his arm around your shoulders, his thumb pressing into your chin.

When you close your eyelids, you half expect to find a faint outline of his smile impressed upon the insides.

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sunkissed-zegras · 10 hours

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★ ALWAYS AN ANGEL, NEVER A GOD ─── CC²² (part 2/2)

❪ requested -> "Can you write something about cc and reader being enemies and hating eachother. but they are on two different teams so they play against eachother and something happens during one of their games and they take their hate out on eachother with smut?" ❫ part one!

─ warnings | nsfw under the cut, read at your own discretion. lots of shit talking, just rivals shit yk how it is. fingering but it's kinda soft (like the actual fucking part), lots of praise and a sprinkle of degradation (if u can even call it that) cause u know me.

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EVER SINCE THE GAME AGAINST Iowa, you were determined to keep up the keep up the momentum and prove that your victory was no fluke.

In the weeks that followed, you poured your heart and soul into every practice, honing your skills with a relentless intensity that left your teammates in awe. Every drill, every scrimmage, every mere second on the court was a chance to improve, to get one step closer to your ultimate goal (you weren't sure what it was at this point, to prove yourself to Caitlin or the world).

But it wasn't just about proving yourself on the court. Caitlin's words lingered in your mind, a constant reminder of the unresolved tension between you. The memory of that heated encounter in the hotel hallway replayed in your thoughts, the desire and frustration mixing into a potent cocktail that fueled your determination.

You found yourself replaying the moments of that game over and over in your head ─ the way you intercepted Caitlin's pass, the exhilaration of your dunk, and the look of pure rage in her eyes (and of course, the kiss that followed). You thrived on those memories, using them as motivation to push yourself beyond your limits.

"Good job, Y/N!" Hailey called out during one particularly grueling scrimmage, her admiration evident in her voice. "What, did you have an energy drink before or what?"

You gave her a playful shove as you shrugged, wiping the sweat from your brow as you walked toward your water bottle. "Just trying to stay ahead,"

Hailey shot you a knowing look, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "This isn't just about staying ahead, is it?" she teased. "It's about Caitlin."

"You can't say her name out loud like that," you joked as Hailey laughed. You didn't bother denying it, the truth too obvious to ignore. "Maybe," you admitted, a hint of a smile tugging at your lips.

As the season progressed, your hard work began to pay off. You dominated the court with a newfound confidence, your skills shining brighter than ever before. The media took notice, your name becoming synonymous with excellence, just like Caitlin's.

But even as you basked in the glory of your success, you couldn't shake the lingering thoughts of Caitlin. You wondered how she was doing, whether she was training just as hard, whether she thought about you as often as you thought about her.

You kept repeating the moment in your mind, over and over again, feeling some kind of weird excitement at her words.

"I'm not fucking you until we win," she replied, her voice low and husky, the words a mere whisper against the charged silence that enveloped you both. "Until I get the trophy, until your team loses."

However, you knew that pushing her buttons would make the hook-up a whole lot more satisfying. You thought about that particular part a lot more than you should have, the challenge in her voice igniting a fire within you that you couldn't ignore.

Then, one day, the schedule for the next season was released, and there it was ─ the match against Iowa, the game that would determine once and for all who would come out on top. The date was set, and you felt a surge of excitement and nerves at the prospect of facing Caitlin again.

The weeks leading up to the game were a whirlwind of preparation and anticipation. Your coach pushed you harder than ever, knowing how much was riding on this matchup. And through it all, Caitlin's words continued to echo in your mind, a constant source of "motivation", if you could even call it that.

Finally, the day arrived. The arena was packed, the energy palpable as fans from both sides filled the stands. As you stepped onto the court, your heart pounded with adrenaline, and your eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on Caitlin.

She stood across from you, her dark gaze intense and unwavering. You could feel the heat of her stare, a silent promise of the battle to come. As the referee signaled the start of the game, you took a deep breath, centering yourself for what was about to unfold.

From the very first whistle, the game was a fierce clash of skill and determination. You and Caitlin matched each other move for move, your rivalry playing out in a series of fast breaks, sharp passes, and contested shots. The tension was palpable, the crowd hanging on every moment as the score remained neck and neck.

As the clock wound down, the score was tied, and the pressure mounted. You found yourself with the ball, Caitlin guarding you closely, her eyes locked onto yours with a mix of challenge and desire. With a quick move, you faked left, then darted right, driving towards the basket with all the speed and agility you could muster.

As you drove towards the basket, Caitlin moved to intercept your path. With a swift motion, she blocked your shot, sending the ball ricocheting off the backboard. The force of her block knocked you off balance, and you stumbled, falling hard onto the court.

You hit the ground with a thud, the impact jolting through your body as you landed awkwardly on the hardwood floor. Pain shot through your limbs, but it was nothing compared to the sting of defeat that washed over you in that moment.

Caitlin stood over you, her dark gaze intense and unyielding as she glared down at you with satisfaction and you hated it. There was a silent challenge in her eyes, a reminder of the relentless rivalry that defined your relationship both on and off the court ─ you could practically read her mind, "I'm getting the trophy."

As the referee blew the whistle to signal a turnover, Caitlin offered you a hand, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Good try, Y/N," she taunted, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Maybe you should uh, stick to defense."

As Caitlin extended her hand towards you, a smirk dancing on her lips, something inside you snapped. Maybe it was the sting of defeat or the frustration and anger that had been building within you throughout the game, and you couldn't hold it any longer.

With a scowl, you swatted Caitlin's hand away, ignoring the lingering pain in your limbs as you rose to your feet on your own. "Shut up, Caitlin," you spat, your voice dripping with venom as you glared up at her. "You're just a self entitled bitch who thinks she owns the court,"

"I do," Caitlin stepped so she was directly in front of you. You looked up at the brunette, suddenly feeling small under the weight of her imposing presence. Despite the anger that simmered beneath the surface, you couldn't deny the intensity of the moment as Caitlin's dark eyes bore into yours.

"You don't get to talk to me like that," she continued, her voice low and dangerous, a warning laced with barely contained fury. "And didn't I tell you to cut the fucking attitude?"

You just scoffed, however some sick part of you liked this, the way she was talking to you. As much as you wanted to deny it, there was a certain allure in the challenge she presented, the promise of tonight making the whole thing a lot harder to resist.

Caitlin's proximity was overwhelming, her presence towering over you. You felt a surge of defiance rising within you, fueled by the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"And what if I don't?" you shot back, your voice laced with defiance as you met her intense gaze head-on. "What are you gonna do about it, Caitlin?"

Caitlin's jaw clenched, a flicker of anger flashing in her eyes before she regained her composure. "You wanna find out?" she retorted, her tone sharp and cutting as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against your skin.

You felt a rush of heat flood your cheeks, a mixture of fear and excitement swirling in the pit of your stomach. Despite the tension between you, there was an undeniable thrill in the air, a palpable energy that crackled between you like electricity.

But before anything could escalate, Hailey's arm yanked you away, breaking the charged moment between you and Caitlin. The sudden interruption jolted you back to reality, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins as you were pulled back into the flow of the game.

With a sharp exhale, you forced yourself to focus, pushing aside the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to overwhelm you. The game had resumed as quickly as it had been interrupted, the intensity of the match returning with renewed vigor.

But despite your best efforts, Iowa proved to be a formidable opponent, their skill and determination matching your own at every turn. As the final seconds ticked away, the score remained neck and neck, the outcome of the game hanging in the balance.

And then, with a final buzzer, it was over ─ Iowa emerged as the winners, the thrill of victory evident on their faces as they celebrated their hard-fought win. As the reality of defeat sank in, you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment, the bitter taste of loss lingering on your tongue.

"God fucking damn it," you muttered under your breath as you glared toward them.

As if on cue, Caitlin turned around and met your gaze. Her expression was satisfaction, a silent acknowledgment of the victory she had secured over you and your team. You felt a surge of frustration rise within you, the bitterness of defeat stinging like a fresh wound.

──

"Y/N?" The reporter's voice pulled you back into reality as you shook your head, opening your eyes with a very forced smile.

You nodded your head. "Yeah, sorry. Zoned out, uh... can you repeat the question?"

The reporter gave you a sympathetic smile before repeating the question. "I was just asking for your thoughts on the game and the performance of both teams, particularly Caitlin Clark. She had a standout performance tonight."

Yeah, of course she fucking did, you wanted to shout but you just nodded. "Yeah, she played a great game," you replied, your voice steady despite the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. "She's a talented player. Iowa put up a tough fight, and they deserved the win tonight."

The interview was slow and it felt every answer you were giving was fake but you were livid. As soon as it was over, you practically ran out of there. You needed to blow off some steam, and you had no idea how–

Oh.

You had forgotten about the entire thing until that moment and despite all the anger, your stomach twisted in excitement. However, it was a year ago and you weren't even sure if Caitlin meant what she said, she was probably just really angry because of how the game ended, much like how you were feeling right now.

As you mulled over the memory, a sense of longing washed over you, mingling with the lingering anger and frustration that still simmered beneath the surface. Despite everything, despite the rivalry and the animosity, there was an undeniable attraction between you and Caitlin, a magnetic pull that defied your comprehension.

Then, your phone buzzed inside your pocket.

Cait: got the trophy 🥇 Cait: did you think i forgot?

You had forgotten you even had her number, it was from so long ago. The text made your stomach drop (in a very, very good way) as a rush of emotions flooded through you. Surprise, excitement, and a hint of apprehension all mingled together as you read Caitlin's messages.

It was as if the past year had been condensed into those few simple words, reigniting the unresolved tension between you with startling clarity. However, you couldn't shake the nagging doubt that lingered in the back of your mind ─ was this just another game to her? Another way to assert her dominance and superiority over you?

Cait: where u at?

And that was all it took for her to win you over. You knew you were letting your heart do all the talking but right now, you just wanted to feel good. Was that so bad?

──

The knock on the door shouldn't have startled you as much as it did, especially since you had been waiting for it. But still, when the knock echoed through the room, a shiver of anticipation raced down your spine.

You took a moment to steady yourself, to quell the fluttering nerves that threatened to overwhelm you, before crossing the room to answer the door.

As you swung it open, Caitlin stood before you, her presence commanding and intoxicating all at once. She was wearing a black hoodie and sweats, the hood was up and she looked too good. Your eyes scanned her body and you saw her lips quirk up into a smirk.

You felt your stomach leap out of your body at the sight, and you felt like you were gonna go insane, were you ovulating?

"Hey," she greeted, her voice husky with desire as she stepped closer, closing the distance between you with deliberate intent.

"Hey," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper as you met her gaze head-on. Despite the tension that lingered in the air, there was an undeniable pull between you, a magnetic force that drew you together like moths to a flame.

And as Caitlin's lips crashed against yours in a searing kiss, all doubts and fears melted away. In that moment, nothing else mattered ─ not the rivalry, and certainly not the consequences, nothing except the intoxicating desire that pulsed between you and Caitlin.

Caitlin's hands gripped your hips as she closed the hotel door with her leg, effortlessly. Her lips stayed on yours as her hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and contour with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine. The heat of her touch seared through you, igniting a fire that blazed hotter with each passing moment.

Lost in the heat of the moment, you pressed closer to her, your body molding to hers. With a low growl, Caitlin lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around her waist as she carried you further into the room. Every touch, every kiss, only fueled the pure need that raged between you, driving you both to the brink of ecstasy.

And as you surrendered yourself to her, you knew that this was just the beginning ─ the beginning of something that would consume you fully despite resisting it for so long.

She dropped you onto the bed and broke the kiss, her eyes dark as she gazed at you. You were both breathing heavily as you tried your best to maintain eye contact, despite the pressure that was building your lower stomach.

"Didn't think you'd answer," Caitlin finally spoke, her voice breathless as she began climbing on top of you.

"Why?" You asked as she latched her lips to your neck, sucking harshly as you gripped the sheets beneath you.

"Because you're stubborn," Caitlin murmured against your skin, her breath hot and heavy as she trailed kisses along your jawline. "But I knew eventually, you'd realize that there's no point in all that whining,"

You let out a shaky breath, her words igniting a fierce hunger within you as you arched into her touch, craving more of her intoxicating presence.

"I knew all you wanted was for me to show you why I'm better," Caitlin teased as she began stroking your sides.

You wanted to counter, to say anything back to her but you couldn't ─ she already had consumed you and you couldn't of any reason why you'd want to resist her any longer.

Caitlin pulled your lips into another harsh kiss, pulling a moan out of your lips. That seemed to encourage her because next thing you know, she's pulling your shorts off. Her hands eventually found your neck, pushing you into the mattress as you both moaned into the kiss.

Caitlin pulled away for a second, pulling her hoodie over her head and gazed at you, expectantly. You mirrored her actions and you were left only in your bra and underwear, you felt embarrassed under her gaze until she pulled you into a deeper kiss.

Her hands gripped your face and pulled you from the kiss, earning a disappointed whimper from you. "Look at me,"

You met her gaze, the intensity of her dark eyes holding you captive.

"You're fucking beautiful," Caitlin murmured, her fingers tracing the outline of your jaw.

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, the sincerity in her voice disarming you completely. You nodded, swallowing hard as you tried to steady your breathing.

Caitlin's hands moved to the clasp of your bra, her touch gentle yet deliberate as she unhooked it, letting it fall away. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, "I'm gonna make you feel so good, you're gonna forget how much you hate me."

A soft moan escaped your lips as her hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch of your skin with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the intensity of her gaze. You arched into her touch, your body responding to her every move with an urgency that left you breathless.

As she trailed kisses down your neck and across your collarbone, you felt the last of your doubts melt away, leaving you completely vulnerable and exposed.

Her hands found your thighs and squeezed them, her fingers slowly drawing closer to the place you'd wanted her all night. Caitlin's finger slowly began stroking your clothed pussy, her eyes watching your every movement.

You let out a broken whimper, your head falling back on to the mattress before her other hand gripped your face, guiding your gaze back to hers.

"What did I fucking say? Look at me," Caitlin spat, her voice a mix of authority and desire. You forced your eyes open, meeting her intense stare, the heat between you building with every passing second.

"So fucking wet, all for me," she murmured, as continued stroking your clothed heat; she could feel it pulsing all because of her and it made her ego skyrocket even more.

Caitlin's finger moved and before you could voice your disapproval, she slowly slid your underwear off. You were completely naked now, you could feel her eyes rake over you fondly. She spread your legs again, further this time ─ each leg was placed at her sides, leaving you completely exposed and vulnerable under her gaze. Caitlin's eyes darkened with desire as she took in the sight of you, her breath hitching slightly.

"So pretty," she murmured, almost to herself, as she trailed her fingers lightly up your inner thigh, sending shivers of anticipation through your body.

You squirmed beneath her touch, a mix of excitement and impatience coursing through you. "Cait," you breathed out, your voice barely above a whisper, filled with need.

She looked up at you, her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. "I want you to remember this," she said, her voice low. "Every time you think you can challenge me, every time you think you can beat me, I want you to remember how I make you feel right now."

With that, she leaned down, her lips finding yours in a deep, hungry kiss that almost knocked the breath out of you. Her hands continued their exploration, moving with a confidence that left you trembling with anticipation.

"Do you still think I'm a bitch?" she murmured against your lips, a teasing edge to her voice.

You could barely form a coherent thought, let alone a response, but managed to shake your head, a breathless, "No," escaping your lips.

"Good," Caitlin replied, her lips curving into a satisfied smile. "Because I want you to know exactly who's in control here."

And with that, her finger slid into you perfectly. You let out a surprised moan, your back arching against the mattress. "Oh, fu-fuck."

Her finger began thrusting in and out of you, swiftly. You were so soaked, her finger was moving easily in and out of you. Caitlin's hand gripped your hip, pulling you closer into her.

She slowed down her movements and you let out an disapproving huff, her gaze intense as she looked down at you. "Why did you hate me? Were you jealous?"

Did: as in, past tense.

Her tone sounded almost amused but there was an edge of seriousness to it. "What?"

"I thought that's what it was," her finger slowly began moving again, causing your breath to hitch. "I don't think that's what it was now," she continued, her voice contemplative. "I think it was something else."

You could barely focus, your mind clouded with the sensation of her touch, but her words cut through the haze, making you confront something you'd been avoiding. "I don't hate you," you admitted, your voice barely more than a whisper. "I never hated you."

Caitlin's smirk grew, she knew exactly what she was doing. Her finger continuing their slow, torturous rhythm. "Then what was it, Y/N? Why all the anger?"

"Because," you gasped, struggling to form coherent thoughts under her relentless pace. "Because you always got to me. You always made me feel... things I didn't want to feel."

Her movements stilled for a moment, her eyes searching yours. "And now?"

"Now," you swallowed hard, your breath coming in ragged gasps. "Now, I can't stop thinking about you."

A slow, satisfied smile spread across Caitlin's face, her fingers resuming their movement. "Good," she murmured, leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. "Because I don't plan on letting you forget this anytime soon."

Her touch became more quick, driving you closer and closer to the edge once again. The intensity of the moment was almost overwhelming, the culmination of all the pent-up anger and unresolved tension between you. She added another finger slowly, causing you to let out another breathless moan as your back arched.

"Take it, come on. I know you can," Caitlin's fingers never faltered as she gazed down at you. "Fuck, who's the princess now, huh?" she spat as she finger-fucked you, your legs beginning to shake.

As the pleasure built to a fever pitch, you felt yourself letting go of everything ─ the rivalry, the anger, the fear ─ and surrendering completely to the sensation.

"Cait," you moaned, your hands gripping her shoulders as you reached the brink, your body trembling with anticipation.

"That's it, fuck," she whispered against your lips, her breath hot and ragged. "Let go for me."

And with a final, shattering wave of pleasure, you did, your body convulsing in her arms as you cried out her name. Her finger rode you through it, your chest heaving as you slowly came down from your high.

"Can't believe I did that with just my fingers, baby." The pet-name left her lips effortlessly as she broke you out of your reverie. You couldn't believe it, either.

Her fingers slid out of you and she pushed your lips open, forcing them into your mouth. You sucked them clean as she looked down at you, her shitfaced smirk was back.

You rolled your eyes as she removed her finger with a pop. "Yeah, well, don't get too cocky," you shot back, trying to regain some semblance of control even though your body was still trembling.

She laughed, the sound was unfamiliar but genuine; it made your heart flip. "How can I not? I mean, Jesus, I had you literally tell me you never hated me while I was knuckles deep inside you. It was one finger too-"

You groaned loudly, cutting her off as her laughter slowly died down. "I just wanted to cum,"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," you countered, finally meeting her gaze. She had the same cocky ass expression, the one you've always hated ─ but now felt different, somehow.

"Thought I told you to cut the attitude, Y/N," she teased, her fingers trailing along your arm, sending shivers down your spine. Her eyes bore into yours, the intensity of her gaze sending a shiver down your spine.

You felt a surge of defiance rise within you, refusing to back down. "And what if I don't?" you challenged, your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest.

Caitlin's smirk widened, a glint of amusement and something deeper flickering in her eyes. "Then I'll just have to remind you why you shouldn't,"

She leaned in and pressed her lips against lips in another heated kiss, her hands roaming your body with a renewed sense of purpose. The teasing edge in her touch drove you wild, a tantalizing reminder of the power she held over you.

"You're impossible," you muttered against her lips.

"And you love it," she shot back, her breath hot against your skin as she moved to kiss along your jawline, her hands exploring every inch of you. The sensation was intoxicating, every touch sending waves of pleasure through your body.

As she continued her relentless assault on your jaw, you couldn't help but surrender to the moment, letting go of all the anger and frustration that had once defined your relationship. In that instant, all that mattered was the connection between you, the raw, unfiltered desire that pulsed through your veins.

"Do you regret it?" Caitlin's voice was softer now, almost vulnerable, as she paused to look into your eyes.

You shook your head, a small smile playing at your lips. "No," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "No, I don't."

Caitlin's eyes softened, her expression shifting from playful to something more tender. "Good," she murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Cause neither do I."

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adora-but-ginger · 2 days

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Femininomenon

pairing: emily prentiss x gender neutral reader

synopsis: two undercover agents with old flames still burning, reunited once again

warnings: undercover talk, swearing, references to sex so mdni, french words, alcoholic settings (though none is consumed)

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word count: ~2.3k

a/n: OH MAN am i excited for this series!! this is my first time writing for emily, and i am really proud of this one! the order of this series won't necessairly follow the album order, but the beginning to both will be femininomenon. i would love to hear your thoughts, and let me know if you'd like to be tagged! also side note i saw chappell live and it changed something in me.

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"Dude, can you play a song with a fucking beat?"

The music was loud, obnoxious, and not even good. Your mind was still racked with the events of the past 72 hours, and you never went to places like this before. A "welcome back/so long" party they said. You did not agree to this, but out of leaving on civil terms, you begrudgingly said you'd attend. It was for you after all.

That being said, the DJ they hired was not that good. You were irritated, it was hot and stuffy here, and you just wanted some sleep. If they were going to play music here, at least make it good.

"Uh, yeah, sorry. What do you want on the queue?"

You couldn't even think of a song name. You had been so out of touch with the present world these past years that you were completely out of the loop on the world's current music taste. Someone next to you recommended one before patting you on the shoulder, and that movement almost made you snap.

This was stupid. Stupid, useless, and a waste of time and money.

The "you're alive and back!" banner was starting to fall, and your irritation was becoming overwhelming. Since when did they even do this sort of thing? You took a deep breath. You were gone for eight years, longer than most stings. Plus, you were switching departments soon anyway, and you supposed that this was the first celebration the team had had in a while. Let them have it, part of you conceded. Fifteen more minutes, then you could leave, you convinced yourself. Fifteen minutes and then--

"Well if it isn't the guest of honor."

You knew that voice. How did you know that voice?

You were still trying to remember how your friends and colleagues looked and talked--a feat harder than you'd like to admit. Whatever song the person had requested was thrumming through the air now, the beat running through you.

You could hear your name being hummed, and you did a 180 to face them.

Emily Prentiss.

How could you have forgotten that voice? You eyed your drink, suddenly wishing it was much stronger than the sprite you currently carried.

"You look a whole lot different since I saw you last." She glanced over you, noticing the weathered changes that came with eight years undercover.

"I guess I'm still trying to figure out who I am again." An ironic chuckle accompanied your words. "Hey, Emily." You slightly raised your cup of soda in greeting, and she returned the same action. "A little birdie told me you switched from undercover?"

Oh man, this was not good. Thank god you knew how to regulate your expressions because your heart was practically escaping your chest. The last time you two had seen each other, you did much more than talk. It was truly a shame that you were called in immediately that next morning, that you knew she'd wake up to the sheets still warm (she was always a light sleeper), that you had a new case being brought to the table and you wouldn't know how long you'd be gone for. A week? A month? Half a year? A whole one?

You definitely did not expect it to be eight years.

What was she doing now? Was she with someone? Was she married? Did she have kids? Did she--"You're doing that thing again, you know."

Your eyes snapped to hers. "What thing?"

The song changed, and you really did not want to be attending this party right now. Even if Emily was here. "The thing where you ruminate into your own world?" She clocked the look in your eyes and nodded to the front doors.

Maybe it was a little rude to leave the main event without saying goodbye, but you did not want to be there any longer, and you getting really overwhelmed. You nodded in agreement and she started to walk toward the refreshing outside air.

The chill greeted you as you approached the nearby picnic table, Emily sitting down across from you.

An awkward silence infiltrated the air.

"So, uh, long time no see?"

She shot you a look, eyebrows raised in a don't give me that manner.

"How are you doing with the assimilation? Any hiccups?"

Eight years--two-thousand nine hundred and twenty-six days. You'd been back for only three, and you couldn't remember how to live a normal life. You weren't assimilating at all.

"Yeah, it's been pretty good."

You could see pity in her eyes. "I don't know how you got this job. You can't lie for shit."

Speaking to her was making old, long-buried feelings crawl their way through the dirt and past the grave. A tension was forming, though not one of bad, more so the type comparable to that of smelling the rain before a storm.

"I just can't lie to you." You crossed your hands on the picnic table. "Never really could, I guess." You mumbled the second part, taking note of the party's noises and the crickets chirping behind you.

She let you talk, patiently drinking up the mere presence of you. She had practically sprinted from the jet upon hearing of your return, memories of you two flooding the gates she had long since locked away.

You were gone for nearly a decade and your social skills were currently in the toilet. It had to mean something that Emily came tonight, right? Not a lot of people knew of you, much less the importance of your return, and as far as you knew word didn't leave the office of this party.

Yet here she was, dressed in her day clothes, nursing a water as she stared at you as if you were not real.

You wanted to tell her everything, what you did, where you went, who you had dealt with the past almost decade, the way her lips still caressed your mind, how the ghost of a possible future kept you was the lamp that led you through the darkness.

You had so much to say, yet you could only get two words out.

"I'm sorry."

That caught her a little off guard. "What are you sorry for?"

You let the evening breeze wrap around you for a moment before speaking. "For leaving without saying goodbye. For finally making a move just to go off the grid. It was long ago, I know, but I felt--feel so horrible that I left you there that morning without even a quick see you tonight letter by your coffee."

She didn't respond, which made that feeling in your gut go even deeper. The evening breeze ran in between you, speaking words you could only wish to say.

It wasn't until her cup was almost empty that she responded.

"Don't sweat it too much. I got called into a case not too long after, was stuck in that for a while too. Seriously, it happened, and there's no bad blood between the two of us."

People were starting to leave the party in the distance, and a wave of relief washed over you. Now you could leave, go back to the sanctioned hotel room you were assigned to until your belongings were recovered and you could find a place to live. It was a shitty situation, sure, but it was a place to lay your head for right now.

"Well, it's getting late, and I'm really tired," a yawn overcame you, "I better get going. I start the new job in a few days, so I need to catch up on as much sleep as I can after the past week." You reached over the table and lightly squeezed her hand. "It was really nice to see you, Emily. Seriously."

She returned the gesture, her hand fitting as nicely in your own now as it did back then. "Of course. You didn't think I'd miss welcoming you back, did you?"

Your hands didn't separate, instead, she smiled as you shot a glance towards them. "Keep in touch, will you? It'd be really nice to reconnect."

A small smile grew on your face and you swiped your thumb over her knuckles. "I will, don't you worry. I don't have my own phone yet, but if you want to give me your number I'll put it in the moment I get one."

You knew she would tease you the second the offer left your lips. "You want my number, huh? Think I'm cute or something?"

A laugh emitted from you, god you forgot how much you missed her. The anxious side of you made you question whether you should be flirty at all with her-- she probably already had a significant other, and there was a slim shot that even if she didn't, you could relight the kindling that was your--whatever it was you two had going on.

Couldn't hurt to test the waters though.

"I think you're alluring, gorgeous, and undeniably charming." You lowered your tone to a whisper as you spoke, leaning over the table. "Not just cute."

She shot a glance at your lips that did not go unnoticed, and you licked them in response.

"Oh, dearest, you're going to make me blush if you keep on talking like that."

"You? blush? These years really have changed you Em." You had to make sure she was single before you continued any further. "Are you seeing anyone these days?"

Hands still interlocked, she gave another squeeze. "You've had my heart since we walked in together as fresh meat ten years ago. You've plagued my every dream for thousands of days--you are the only one my eyes have landed on and will ever."

Slightly shocked at her confession, your mouth dropped partially agape. "Still as bold as ever-which is a good thing-I see. Since when did you become a romantic?" You nodded toward the car you took to get here, and she nodded in understanding.

"Since I found out you were one: still alive, and two: not undercover anymore." You took a minute to observe her as you stood. Black shirt with a flat neckline, dress pants, and hair slightly curled outwards at the end. Still breathtaking as ever. Age had found her face, as it did you, and it made her even more stunning.

"Want to come to my place? I have an extra room if you want." She thought for a second. "Oh, I do have one man in my life." Shock rushed through you, mixed with a tinge of jealousy, and she laughed at your expression. Laughed. A sound that reminded you of a perfect melody. "His name is Sergio, and he's the sneakiest cat you'll ever meet. I love him to dear pieces."

You were speechless, resulting in even more laughter from the raven-haired woman at your side. "You're something else, you know that?"

"I'm sure he'll love you."

She gave you her address ad you got into your vehicle. With a wink and a slap on the door, she was off to her own.

You were going to fucking lose it.

It was five years into this mission, and at this point, you didn't know if it would ever end. The layer of domesticity that formed between you and him was so enforced that you had to remind yourself every night that this was your job, and that once you were able to get his company destroyed, things would smooth out.

And you would be able to quit this line of work.

You loved it, you truly did, at first. You were good at what you did, and it made you the best candidate for this operation. That being said, you did not expect to still be living this case. For one, you didn't date men (or have ever been attracted to them.) Yet here you were, legally married to the guy running the upper half of France. It irked you because he had a really sweet sister who under different circumstances you would've loved to be friends with.

There wasn't much left to do today, and the sun was starting to set. You had sent the cleaning person home early; you always did. They liked you because you actually got to know each them, and you still had them paid for the hour or two they missed. This was one of the only chances you had to take a deep breath and do a little reset, remembering why you were here and what you were doing.

You were an outstanding undercover agent. You were coming back to for Emily.

You had repeated that mantra for the past five years, the sentence serving as a tether when things got rough.

Stupid fresh linens that were never used twice. Stupid giant house with its giant gate and giant halls. Stupid--

"Où es-tu, mon amour?" Where are you, my love?

There he was, and there duty called.

"Je serai là!" I'll be right there!

Once her name had infiltrated your mind, she enveloped it. Does Emily still even remember you? Is she still alive? Does she still care?

You were doing this for her. And if that meant you had to wait a few more years, then so be it. She was your solace, your grounding rock.

"Mon amour?" my love?

"En chemin!" on my way!

Until you were able to hold her in your arms again, you could only hope that things worked out.

Emily rubbed a soothing hand over your back as you softly fell asleep, body entangled with hers. She knew within a second that there was no chance you'd be sleeping in separate beds. Plus, you needed a sense of comfort, a familiar face, and that's what she was. She never had anyone to pick her back up after Doyle, so she would be that person for you.

It was odd, having you back. It was going to take a while to get everything situated and in a groove, but she was willing to walk that path with you.

She always thought it was the same old story with her previous relationships, but then you came along.

And god damn, did she love you.

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0cta9on · 2 days

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you sure you really know all fromis_9 members by the surface still? if not, can you make a lewd thoughts of your choice?

Hello anon! Sorry, I'm still not that familiar with the fromis_9 members :/ I will take this chance to write about a short smut about Eunha bcs I haven't written about her yet :>

(Adding this part after I finished writing: This like 10% BFH, 90% I wanted to try something different. Unedited so might be bad, but I hope it's interesting at the very least :})

This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong. She’s your daughter’s friend, you shouldn’t be doing this.

Yet no matter how many times you repeat this to yourself, you still can’t seem to let go. Maybe it’s because you’ve been left unsatisfied after your wife cheated and divorced you. Maybe it’s because she’s the first woman to give you attention years after the divorce. Or maybe it’s because of the simple fact that her body is so fucking delicious.

“Mmm, the water feels so nice and warm, daddy~” Eunha says, resting her head against your chest. You kiss her neck, eliciting a cute whimper from her plump lips.

Your memory gets foggy whenever you think about how this all started, probably your mind trying to suppress all the sinful acts you’ve done. All you can remember is that one day, your daughter brought Eunha home to work on a project for school, and then suddenly, the cute Korean girl is on her knees in the middle of your laundry room, sucking on your cock like it’s second nature. Your daughter never found out about that time, let alone the multiple other times that came after. In the bathroom, in your car, anywhere you could find a little privacy, you and Eunha would fuck like rabbits. She became your dirty little secret.

When you heard your daughter say she would be going to a sleepover tonight, you actively had to stop yourself from looking too excited. “Sure thing, have fun,” is all you could utter before immediately fishing your phone out of your pocket to tell Eunha the news. At best, you would get a couple minutes with her before your daughter would start to get suspicious. But a whole night? Filthy fantasies ran rampant in your mind, thinking about all the things you could do to Eunha’s tight little body. It’s all disgusting. You are disgusting. But hell seems a whole lot more bearable with your dick inside her pretty mouth.

Eunha plays with the bubbles, sloshing them around the bathtub. Instead of tossing her on the bed and having your way with her, you decided to start things slow with a relaxing bubble bath - something you and your ex-wife used to do for your anniversaries.

“This is so romantic, daddy,” she says, grinning up at you. You pull her tighter towards you, caressing her hefty breasts.

“I’m glad you like it, baby.” Sweet little moans escape from her lips as your hands travel across her body, going down the curves you’ve already memorized at this point. Her hips buck as you tease her clit, sending mini waves across the water.

“Oh yes daddy, that feels so good.” Eunha’s head falls back, eyes shut and mouth agape in ecstasy. You take the chance to shove your tongue in between her glossy lips, savoring the faint taste of strawberries. She moans heavily into your mouth with each squeeze of her tits and each flick of her clit.

Her body is like a game you’ve played over and over again, you’ve ingrained all the combos and strategies in your mind to the point that it’s muscle memory. Bite her clavicle, she’ll make this noise. Squeeze her ass, she’ll make a different noise. Do both at the same time and she’ll do something else entirely. So easy, so predictable, yet it never ceases to be thrilling.

“Y-yes! Finger my pussy, daddy! My pussy is all yours!” It barely registered in your mind, your feverish movements in and out of her tight hole, causing water to splash out of the tub. You’ve become so enamored in playing with your little toy that you forgot about the good part. No matter, it won’t take long for her to do it again.

“Augh!!” With a loud squeal, her body squirms as her climax overtakes her before falling limp into your arms. “That… was so… amazing…” Eunha plants a small peck on your cheek. Her breasts rise and fall with each heavy breath, water glistening on her beautiful chest. Much to her delight, you are far from done.

You help her out of the tub and dry her off, exchanging brief kisses as you feel each other up. Her smooth skin feels plush under your grip, way better than what your ex-wife felt like. Eunha looks up at you with a hungry glare while stroking your erection.

“I can’t wait to have this inside me~ Daddy’s cock is soooo big and thick.”

You chuckle at her juvenile words that sound like they’re ripped straight from a vulgar porn script. The moniker left a bitter taste in your mouth, but it stuck naturally: you are, in fact, old enough to be her father. In a repulsive way, it does turn you on, especially when it comes out of those slutty lips.

Eunha giggles as you pick her up by her ass and carry her lithe body to the bed like a ragdoll. Her supple thighs are already covered in her slick, desperately waiting to be used like the toy that she is. Those large, glistening eyes never leave yours, promising to give you everything and more. You know she can’t, but she’ll try to, even if it hurts her.

“Ooh yes, fill me up, daddy.” Her familiar yet luscious tightness surrounds your member, accepting every inch of you. A chorus of grunts, moans, and expletives fill the room, crescendoing into an incoherent symphony of lust and sin. So sweet, so delicate, her pussy takes you so easily without resistance. Fuck. Fuck, this is wrong. This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong. She’s your daughter’s friend, you shouldn’t be doing this.

Yet you keep thrusting and thrusting, marking her body with consequences she’ll have to face alone, harder and faster until tears drip down her face. Kiss her, endure the burning of fingernails in your back, it’s the least you can do right before you absolutely ruin her.

“F-fuck! Daddy, I f-fucking love you! A-ah, yes!”

Your body continues like a machine, but your mind is still human. Love. You tried to love her, tried to think about the future with her in it. But it’s all dark. Deep down, you know you don’t love her. You love her body. You love the way she takes your dick down her throat or into that tight cunt. She takes it so well. So. Fucking. Well.

You’re close. Eunha has already went through two or three orgasms at this point, but you fuck her right through all of them. Her face is frozen in lust, eyes rolled back and mouth desperately catching oxygen. Your fingers sink into her hips, pounding away at her like she’s a piece of meat. Her entire body shakes violently as you dump your load directly into her womb, nothing but a glorified cum rag. You pull out, watching the mixture of your juices drip and stain your sheets, marking them with your sin.

Eunha looks at you with that damn twinkle in her eyes - she wants more, and so do you. Your favorite little toy to use as you please, never arguing or complaining or fighting with you. Dress her up in whatever you want just to rip it off and fuck her senseless. Purely built for your pleasure and your pleasure alone. You pounce onto her, ready for another round.

Suddenly, the both of you freeze. Eunha’s sultry look is replaced with shock, fear, and shame, her gaze fixated on the doorway.

The door swings open on its creaky hinges. You always thought about fixing your door, but never got around to it. But that’s the least of your problems right now.

“D-dad…? What… the fuck… are you doing…?”

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a rose whose thorns made him misunderstood ◦ k.s

-seungmin has sweet ways of showing you his affection, even if his antics are kind of flawed.

Paring ◦ Kim Seungmin x GN!Reader Words ◦ 1070 Genre ◦ Fluff, Seungmin having a fat crush on the reader, Awkward! Seungmin who doesn't know how to show you he likes you, Just Seungmin trying to convince you that he isn't actually the one buying you snacks. Warnings ◦ Awkwardness, Blushy!Seungmin, tooth-rotting fluff, sadly no love confession, just my opinion on how Seungmin would act if he had a crush on you, ngl definitely just me rambling, and my terrible attempt at poetry. A/N ◦ This is just something cute, I scrounged up to give to you guys as kind of a thank you for being so nice with my last Felix fic (that I so discreetly linked here just in case you wanna check it out) and also to distract you from the fact that I have 2000 different ideas in my drafts that I'm procrastinating writing. 🫶 I really hope you like it, I tried to make it pretty decent. Lowkey is not very proofread so please ignore that lol I'm probably going to fix a few mistakes tomorrow. Links ◦ Masterlist ◦ Taglist ◦ Rules ◦ Navigation ~CookieCreates🍪

Suengmin hid his love for you in little acts: pealing your orange for you, grabbing your phone from the other room when you were too tired to get up, folding your laundry without asking, coming home to your favorite movie lying on your desk. But the one you loved the most was how he would buy you your favorite snacks. Never failing to try and convince you that he wasn't doing it out of the kindness of his heart, but instead, because Felix bought some, they were on sale, or your personal favorite, he accidentally put one in his cart.

It was sort of endearing how he brushed off his kind acts as a simple accident, but even though he swore up and down that he didn't buy them for you, he bought them because they looked good at the time, never taking them out of his cart, and he just couldn't have the candied strawberries rotting in the back of the fridge. Seungmin had a way of letting his thick walls splinter when he handed you a cosmic brownie or a pack of chocolate-covered almonds, with shaking hands and a shy smile, his ears would tint red when you beamed, thanking him profusely.

You never commented on how you knew he didn't accidentally put it in his cart—that is, until today, when he handed you a slice of your favorite strawberry cake, iced with cream cheese frosting. You gasped, your hands flying to your face.

"What?" he asks, a soft shake in his voice, fingers trembling as he extends his arm out to you, item in hand.

"Oh my gosh, Seungmin, I haven't had one of these in forever. This is my favorite. H-How did you know?" Excitement sends sparks through your skin as you grab the cake from his hands, wishing you two weren't walking to class but instead walking to your home, where you could find a fork and dig in.

"I'm glad you like it," he whispers, looking up at you through dark lashes, a bashful smile dancing on his lips. He digs his hands into his pockets as your jaw drops, remembering why you haven't had one of these delicious cakes in months—because the bakery is across town.

Two hours away.

"Seungmin..." You grip the cake in your hands, furrowing your brows. "Where'd you get this?" you ask, teeth chattering from the icy wind that whips against your face. He clears his throat, ducking his head into the thick scarf wrapped around his neck.

"A friend bought it," he says, bringing his finger up to itch his crimson ear—a nervous habit you've grown to love. "He was going to throw it away," he flicks his eyes towards you before looking straight ahead again, dropping his hand. You can't help but smile at his boyish tendencies. Behind those budding curled petals, you know theres a beautiful flower waiting to blossom; you just have to show it a little love.

"Your friend drove two hours to buy a cake that he was just going to throw away?" you ask, sending him a questioning look.

"I-I don't know he's…" He clears his throat, running anxious fingers through his hair. "Weird," he finishes, his voice strained. You smirk as much as you love this back-and-forth thing the two of you have going on, he can't seriously think you're going to keep up the act forever; he couldn't have known that-

You flip the cake over, revealing a white sticker on the bottom with the words, “Oh my gosh, I didn't know you had a friend whose name was also Sengmin." You gasp, a teasing tilt in your tone.

"What!" he blurts his eyes wide with panic as he yanks the cake from your hands.

"Hey," you pout, reaching out to grab it back. His eyes bounce across the label, and sure enough, in little words at the bottom, it reads,

Order number: 143.

Name: Suengmin.

He cringes, crunching his nose up with a groan. He hands you back your cake, begrudgingly kicking the gravel beneath his shoe. A red tint fills his cheeks. You grin, knowing full and well what he was doing all along.

"Oh, my gosh, Suengmin, have you been buying me these snacks yourself this whole time?" you ribbed, giving him innocent doe eyes and fluttering lashes, feigning ignorance. This whole exchange warmed your frozen heart.

"Yeah," he mumbles into his scarf, all puffy cheeks and pouts, staring wholes into the ground he's striking with his foot, his hands dug deep into the pockets of his varsity jacket.

"Awww, Minnie, keep doing this, and I might think you have a little crush on me," you tease, shoving him playfully.

"W-What I-I" He chokes, staring at you with wide eyes. I guess the level of fluster welled up in his chest because he flies into a coughing fit seconds later. He brings the sleeve of his jacket up to his lips, coughing into his hand.

You laugh, patting him on the back. "This really isn't helping your case here, buddy." He turns his head, shooting you a pointed glare, but his burning red cheeks definitely diminishes its power. "Shut up."

Sometimes, in moments like these, Seungmin reminded you of a rose. A soft, budding flower, furled and uptight. Stem thick with thorns. It hid from the sun, scared it would begin to bloom, silky petals left vulnerable under everybody's gaze. But it wasn't until you stopped and admired all its imperfections, saw what it hid behind the surface. You dug deeper. Deeper than anybody else ever had, gentle fingers pushing his petals apart. Your smile made him unfurl, uncurl. The sun paled in comparison to your kindness, you seemed to worm your way into his heart, bringing a warmth he's never understood, a care he's never felt. When everybody else walked away, you stayed. You pruned his delicate petals.

You watched.

You waited.

You sat by his side, even when his thorns pricked your skin, even when it felt like he would never blossom, never become the exquisite beauty you knew he would.

You stayed.

You always stayed, and that's when he blossomed, spreading his lovely petals out only for you to see. Because contrary to popular belief, Seungmin wasn't all sharp glares and a cutting tongue. He was beautiful. He was soft. He was kind. He was a rose.

A rose whose thorns made him misunderstood.

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in your arms forever — preview: chapter one. | p.js

pairing: park jongseong x reader (feat. ex. almost fiancé! park sunghoon)

a/n: here is a sneak peak of the first scene of chapter one <3 i've been writing a lot for the past few days but it's a slow process so i wanted to post a preview. however, i finally have a date for the release: june 14th woohoo! there will be 3 chapters and an epilogue. i have the entire story mapped out so i'm very excited!! if any of you have questions feel free to ask. ^^

warnings: the full chapter is pretty intense but the preview doesn't have many warnings, just isolation, slightly toxic! jay (may or may not get more toxic 🥹) and mentions of infidelity.

series taglist: @nshmrarki, @strxwbloody, @anittamaxwynnn, @heeheeyeoiizz01

wc: 980

It had been a week since you began living in Jongseong’s manor, a beautiful cage where your every move was monitored. You had an hour to spare before he came home, an hour to savour your solitude before the pretense of ignoring and dismissing him continued. Despite his attempts to break your shell and get closer to you, you maintained a cold distance.

Eva and Celia, Jongseong’s two corgis, laid beside you on the floor of Jongseong’s study as you read the books he left to keep you occupied, as if you were some helpless child. Your phone had been confiscated, leaving you with only the option to contact him through his servants. Any outing required a chaperone from his guards, who conveniently never allowed visits to your father, sister, not to mention Sunghoon. Gods, you missed Sunghoon. Your body ached to be held by him again, and your mind grieved at the thought of never seeing him again.

Time had frozen since you entered Jongseong’s home. You had been mostly alone with your thoughts, except for the corgis’ whines when they were hungry. The servants and guards barely acknowledged you unless it was to tell you not to do something. You kept wondering what your father could have possibly done to piss off the Parks and now owe something to them. This marriage, you were certain, was not about the flimsy excuse your father had told you but rather the Parks’ insatiable hunger for power. A part of you was grateful that all they demanded was a marriage, given they could easily kill you and your family with a snap of their fingers. You shivered at the thought.

“How are my sweet girls doing?” you heard from the door, and you sat up, surprised that your fiancé was back so early. Jongseong smiled widely and walked up to Eva and Celia to pet them. He began scratching Celia’s chin, followed by asking, “Has Y/N been treating you well? I’m sure she has; I know how much you love her.” He turned around to face you and continued, “I’m honestly quite jealous of how much time you spend with them. I think they’re starting to like you more than me,” he laughed to himself.

Your face remained unmoving; you didn’t know what to say back. You tried to stand up by yourself, but Jongseong grabbed your hand and gently pulled you up instead. You hated how your body reacted every time he touched you. Your body was hot whenever he was near, and your skin felt like it was on fire wherever he laid his hand. You would have been lying if you said he wasn’t attractive. He had the alluring look of his mother, magnificently beautiful. It was hard not to stare and admire him when he wasn’t looking. Then you remembered just how wrong this all was. You had the love of your life, and you were betraying him every time you leaned too far into Jongseong.

“Cat got your tongue, my love?” Your thoughts were interrupted by him again. The more you got to know him, the less he intimidated you. Honestly, you thought he was quite pathetic, constantly at the beck and call of his mother, desperate for her approval. You weren’t sure if he did anything without his mother knowing about it. It made you feel a bit brave.

Brave enough to point your chin towards him and glare at him, “I want you to let me go see Sunghoon.” He stood there in silence for about a minute, with a completely unreadable expression. You thought he may have not heard you until his menacing laughter broke the stillness. The way he was folded over, you’d think you were a comedian.

He finally calmed down and said, “That’s hilarious, Y/N. I know you’re not stupid. Tell me why the fuck I should let you go see your boy toy?”

“He’s not a boy toy,” you continued testing your luck, “and why not? It’s not like we’re in a real relationship. I don’t owe you anything and you don’t owe me—” he cut you off.

“Don’t fucking think about it. Our marriage is public news as of now. Why do you think I’m so scared of letting you out? The paparazzi are on our ass and they can’t find out that this is arranged,” he furrowed his eyebrows and scoffed, “Can’t have the press thinking I’m getting cuckolded by my wife with some nobody, now can I? Wouldn’t be good for my reputation.”

You clenched your fists, anger boiling inside you. “But I know this isn’t about your reputation. I know you and your mother are using me as a pawn. You’re probably out whoring yourself around with any girl that gives you attention, but gods forbid I go to see my boyfriend!” You yelled that last part and immediately regretted it when Eva began whining.

The fire in Jongseong’s eyes extinguished. “You are scaring the girls, Y/N,” Jongseong sighed and stepped closer, held your waist, and pressed a kiss to your temple. His eyes softened slightly, but his presence was still intimidating. “Don’t think so low of me, honey. I admit I’m a romantic, but I would never be unfaithful. You’re mine now, and I’m yours.”

Him standing so close reminded you just how much he towered over you. Half of you wanted to hit him in the chest and run in the other direction, while the other wanted to lean into his touch and let him hold you closer.

“Remember, Y/N, you are my wife. That little boyfriend of yours is someone you need to forget. You can keep fighting it, but it doesn’t change the facts,” then he whispered, “you belong to me.” He could feel you tremble in his arms, so he reached out for your hand and squeezed it.

#jay enhypen #park jongseong #jay smut #jay x reader #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen fic #enhypen smut #enhypen angst #iyaf🕊

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pastafossa · 11 hours

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I love you guys. I hope you know that.

Like.

Ok so I posted the new TRT chapter the other day. Obviously. And I had to force myself to do it, to click that final, 'post' button because at that last moment, this big wave of imposter syndrome hit (that had already hit on and off as I'd started working on the chapter again). And it was just this cycle of, 'It's been like 6 months since you posted a chapter or anything other than a couple one-shots and you're out of practice, I bet it's bad, it's probably terrible, I bet everyone's left and no one cares about this thing you love so why do you? What if no one likes it, you're gonna drop this and everyone's gonna god 'wtf is this, pasta? what happened?'' And so I forced myself to post it, took my meds to ensure I slept, and then kinda just bunkered down and slept/hid because I was halfway convinced that all the trauma in the previous six months had just bopped any ability I had to write.

Instead I got this outpouring, of just like, 'WELCOME BACK' and people telling me they're happy that mom is ok (which made me cry but in a good way) and they're sorry Cato passed away (more tears, but comforted tears), but also delightful jokes about the funny lines I put in or screaming over that romantic line or about missing Jane and the dynamics and comments about being eager for the next chapter, and how now I can be one of those AO3 authors with those notes of 'yeah my life blew up so I was delayed, but hey I'm back!' which... yeah. And much like when I first started TRT, I didn't... really expect that at all, and it's made me really emotional.

So if you've dropped into my ask box or the comments or the replies, seriously, from the bottom of my heart, thank you, because the excitement and love and just you all being the best little fam and continuing on this journey of TRT with me - a journey that has now included both Matt and Jane's journey, and a real life journey through a pandemic, a huge move, a passing of two of my pets, my mom's hospitalization and recovery, some heart issues, the cancellation and resurrection of the show, me meeting Charlie Cox and getting him to hold a red thread, my first wood carving event, etc - and I know I say this a lot, but you all really, really help me keep going when things get hard. I'd write TRT for nothing, I would, because I love this story and I intend to see it through, but ya'll just... I love you all tons. I'm hoping to get through the asks and fic comments and replies in the next few days, but I just wanted you guys to know that.

#i cannot understate how much i cried when i woke up and saw all the comments #and then when i posted about the chapter being up and got a bunch of excitement i just like #i was SO convinced i'd lost something after all the bad things and that some part of me had been lost in it #especially writing a chapter without my old kitty who had sat with me through every goddamn chapter #since the day i first sat down to write it #but the reactions have just... they were really comforting #so thank you #the red thread #and now we look forward to so much more <3

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Just last night I was sitting there going through my edit drafts, and I looked at this scene, to notice all these things Seon Jae does before/during the live radio call.

Really wasn't going to write about OG Seon Jae after my last post on him. I never knew I had such a masochistic side to me until Lovely Runner because all I've done since this show started is go back to rewatch episode 1-4, over and over and over and over again as if this was a hell loop I created for myself.

There's hope, anticipation, a bit of excitement too. He will hear her voice. Again. He will get to talk to her. For the first time. Yeah. The OG Seon Jae never got to talk to Im Sol. He admired her, crushed on her, liked her, observed her, tried whatever he could as a 19yo to save her, but he never, ever got to talk to her. This is the very. first. time. he's able to have a conversation with her.

But she doesn't pick up. And he has to put a leash on his emotions in those few seconds because this version of Ryu Seon Jae stopped showing his true emotions long back. Ah, this was the only chance I had. I wish I could talk to her. I wish I could hear her voice. I wish I could know how she's been doing. Just once. Just this one time.

He introduces himself using his name. Not along with his band name, which is the usual practice, mind you. And a very little pause before going "Do you know me?"

Sometimes when you long for a person, crave for their voice, their smile, their presence in your life and your world, you desperately want to be present in their world too, no matter how trivial your presence or your existence might be to them. Seon Jae hoped she would remember; even if she didn't consider him her savior (which he never thought he was) he desperately wanted some semblance of familiarity in her voice, even if it was out of nothing but resentment. Maybe even something as painful as How dare you call me.

And she does share her resentments, not towards Seon Jae the 19yo boy who she doesn't remember, but Ryu Seon Jae the idol, along with everyone present there, for putting her through this misery, triggering her worst trauma and twisting the knife in her wound that has already driven her to the brink of ending it all. Everyone is uncomfortable here, except for this one guy. He's back to reliving that incident that forever changed her life, his life and brought them to this moment here. He is reminded of just how big of a failure he is, for failing this one person he never wanted to fail. He is reminded how a moment of indecision/inaction on his part led to the person he loves the most to be this miserable. In this moment above, you look at him and realize it's no longer Ryu Seon Jae; it's the 19yo Seon Jae, the one at the reservoir, the one who kept chanting mianhae to an unconscious Im Sol, the one who waited on that bench while she underwent surgery--clutching on to the watch in anguish as if that was the only thing keeping him from falling apart--the one who stood by her hospital door, listening to her screams while shattering into a million pieces inside. It's the 19yo Seon Jae who would be haunted by her screams and live for the remainder of his brief life in extreme guilt and regret mixed with intense longing, until he meets his untimely demise on that fateful night.

I often wonder if he could sense it from her voice on the call. Just how close she was to the edge, how she was probably going to do something that very day right after the call ended. Was it because he felt her pain as if it were his own? You see him springing to action right when we think it's over, as if he is desperate to help her, any. way. he. can. You see how restless his eyes get all of a sudden? He likely wants to say so many things to her. Sol-ah, I'm glad to hear your voice. Sol-ah, I'm sorry. Sol-ah, I hope you are okay. Sol-ah, I'm grateful you are here. Sol-ah, I'm really sorry I couldn't do better. I'm so sorry I failed to wake you up. I'm sorry I let you miss your stop. I'm sorry I didn't reach you sooner. I'm sorry I couldn't be more careful. You can hate me all you want. I'll live the rest of my life being sorry to you. You don't have to forgive me. I'm fine as long as you're okay, you're fine, you're happy. Sol-ah, I miss your smile. I miss the sound of it. I miss knowing you're happy somewhere, even if I am nowhere in your somewhere. Sol-ah, thank you. Sol-ah, please, please live.

But oh, he can't say any of that to her now. So all he says is "Thank you, for living. The ones by your side will thank you for that". And yes, he means himself.

He wanted to be the umbrella she once was to him, the gift she has been to him all his life, both literally and figuratively. And because Ryu Seon Jae is a person who will receive the affection/love you give with the utmost appreciation, increase it 10x more and return it to you gift-wrapped with sparkly ribbons, he chooses to be her umbrella this way, the only way he can.

He wanted to pull her out of the reservoir, literally and figuratively, so she could live. He didn't mind spending all his life stuck in that reservoir himself.

This was supposed to be a response to @thedeathdeelers rewatch post here and as usual, it ended up being a mess of feels (why do I even try really) I swear atp I feel like we're the same person watching feeling the same things lmao. You, don't ever shut up about this show please :')

p.s. I love writer Lee Si Eun for ultimately wanting to save THIS OG Ryu Seon Jae, and therefore initiating the memory flashback with pieces from this timeline. Although my heart will forever ache for this OG boy, it finds some comfort in that.

#Lovely Runner #Byeon Woo Seok #Kim Hye Yoon #Sun Jae #Im Sol #Seon Jae #선재 업고 튀어 #kdrama #kdrama recommendations #east asian drama #episode reaction #I actually didn't notice him not clapping until my third rewatch #and I was never the same once I watched the two povs side by side #I LOVE THIS SHOW #if you couldn't tell already #will keep shouting in the vacuum even if I'm the last person to do so *sob*

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Hi! I just discovered your account about a week ago and I am already madly in love with your writing! ❤

That is why If I may request Load era Kirk with dom! fem reader where he gets roughed up a bit. (Hair pulling, choking, restaining, and stuff)

Thank you so much if you chose to write it! ❤

Kisses 💕

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: bondage, degradation, praise, hair pulling, humiliation if you squint

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ¹⁹⁹⁶

I had been waiting for this moment all night, my eyes tracking Kirk Hammett, my boyfriend, as he performed on stage. He was in his prime, at least in my opinion, short curly hair, black liner tracing his lids, that signature grin, and and this new edgy style.

I knew I had to have him under my control tonight.

As he made his way down the hallway, I caught his eye, giving him a sly smile that made his steps falter.

He tried to regain his composure, but I could see the spark of interest in those big round eyes. I swayed my hips as I stepped to his side, my hand grazing his arm as I leaned in close.

"Follow me," I whispered in his ear, my voice firm. Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked towards the private dressing room of his, knowing he would follow. And knowingly, he did.

Once inside, I shut the door behind us and locked it. The room was small, with a couch against one wall and a vanity against the other.

"Kirk," I purred, stepping closer until I was inches away from him. "You've been such a good boy tonight, haven't you?"

His breath hitched, and he nodded slowly, his eyes wide with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. "Y-yes," he stammered.

"Good," I replied, my voice low and sultry. I reached up and grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back so he was forced to look straight at me. "Because tonight, you're mine."

I saw the excitement in his eyes as I pulled him towards the couch, shoving him down onto the cushions. He looked up at me with a snicker, his expression rather submissive. I pulled my legs around him, straddling his lap, my hands gripping his shoulders as I leaned in close, my lips brushing against his ear.

"You're going to be a good boy for me, aren't you?" I whispered, my voice dripping with dominance. Just how he liked it.

"Yes," he breathed, his hands resting tentatively on my hips.

I grinned, my hand moving to the back of his neck as I pulled him into a rough kiss. He responded eagerly, his lips parting for me as I took full control. My other hand slipped down to his chest, my nails scraping over his shirt as I felt his chest tense under me.

Breaking the kiss, I stood up and yanked him to his feet, pushing him against the wall. "Hands up," I commanded, and he obeyed my order instantly, raising his arms above his head. I grabbed a scarf from the vanity and quickly tied his wrists to a hook on the wall, restraining him in place.

"Do you like being tied up, Kirky?" I asked, my voice mocking.

He swallowed deep, nodding. "Yes."

"Good," I said, stepping back to admire my handiwork. "Because you're not going anywhere until I'm done with you."

I reached down and undid his belt, pulling it free from his pants with a snap. His eyes widened as I doubled it over in my hand, a wicked smile growing across my lips.

"Do you know what this is for?" I asked, my voice deceptively sweet.

He shook his head, his breath quick. "No," he whispered with quick shake off his head.

I grinned, bringing the belt down hard against his thigh. Hard enough to shock him, but still careful. He yelped, his body jerking against the restraints, but he didn't protest. "It's for reminding you who's in charge," I said, striking him again. "And tonight, that's me."

I continued to spank him with the belt, each blow making him gasp and whimper. His pants did little to nothing to cushion the impact, and I could see the outline of his cock pressing against the tight fabric. I paused, running my hand over the growing bulge, wanting to feeling the heat of him.

"You're getting hard from this, aren't you?" I taunted, squeezing him through his pants. "Such a good boy."

He nodded, his eyes half closed in pleasure. "Yes, p..please," he groaned.

I laughed softly, undoing his pants and letting them drop to the floor with his boxers. His erection sprang free, and I wasted no time in wrapping my hand around it, stroking him slowly. "You like being my good boy, don't you?"

"Yes," he panted, his hips thrusting into my hand like the desperate boy he was. "Please, more."

"More?" I asked, my tone almost cruel. "You think you deserve more?"

"Yes," he whimpered with a look of pure pleading.

I smirked, tightening my grip on his cock as I leaned in close. "Beg for it," I demanded. "Beg for me to fuck you then."

"Please," he gasped, his voice desperate. "Please fuck me. I need it. I need… you."

"Good boy," I purred, releasing his cock and stepping back. I quickly stripped off my clothes, letting them drop to the floor ina pile as I finally revealed my naked body to him. His eyes explored me hungrily, his cock twitching just at the dirty sight.

After unhooking the scarf from the wall, I let him sit down on the couch, still with his hands tied. I climbed onto the couch, positioning myself so I was kneeling above him. I grabbed his hair again, yanking his head back as I leaned down to kiss him, out tongues getting to know each other for the millionth time. He moaned into my mouth, his body straining against the restraints.

"You want me to fuck you?" I questioned.

"Yes," he breathed. "Please." He sounded like he’d just run a marathon.

I offered a sly smirk, reaching between his legs to position his cock at my entrance. I sank down onto him slowly, savoring the way he stretched me unlike any other man, filled me completely.

Kirk groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as I took him in, inch by agonizing inch.

"God, you're so tight," he gasped, his hands flexing uselessly against the restraints.

I smirked, lifting myself up slightly before slamming back down onto him, making him cry out. "You like that?" I mocked, riding him harder now. "You like being fucked by me?"

"Yes," he moaned, his hips bucking up in tandem to meet me. "Fuck, yes."

I continued to ride him, my body forced down onto his cock with each bounce. The sound of our bodies slapping filled the room, aswell as his moans and my quick breaths. I could feel him getting closer, his cock twitching inside me as his orgasm approached.

"You're going to cum for me, aren't you?" I smiled, staring at his helpless face as I pleased him.

"Yes," he gasped. "Please, let me cum."

"Not yet," I growled, clenching and squeezing his cock tightly with my warm pussy. "I want to see you beg for it."

"Please," he whimpered, his eyes desperate. "Please let me cum. I need it. I need to cum baby."

I grinned wickedly, bouncing even harder, my hand slipping between my legs to rub my clit. "Cum for me, then," I commanded. "Cum for me like a good boy."

He cried out, his body tensing as his orgasm ripped through him. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me, his hot cum filling me as he came. The familiar feeling was my undoing, and I too came, my body shaking with the pleasure as I rode out my own orgasm.

We sat there, planting messes, my guts full of his seed.

Slowly, I untied his wrists, letting him finally relax. I climbed off of him, my legs shaky, and lay down beside him and pull him into my arms.

"You're such a good boy," I murmured, stroking his curls as he rested his head on my chest. "You did so well."

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xoxochb · 19 hours

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hi, this is my first time requesting, ever, so i don't know whether im doing this right or not. i have an idea where (aged up) reader and jason in their little apartment in new rome. reader is heavily pregnant (third trimester or so) and she just realized something about jason's power, how he could feel electric pulse from someone's nervous system and he used it to feel his baby's pulse and heartbeat inside the reader's belly.

i'm sorry if this a bit too specific 🙏🏼🙏🏼 and i understand if you ignore this request since most people hate pregnancy trope. love you <3

talking rings and talking cradles

warnings: this might be inaccurate because idk a lot about pregnancy

pairing: jason grace x fem reader (aged up)

summary: read the request!

A/N: I’ve wanted to write this so bad but I couldn’t think of how to write it, but I finally did it 🤞🏼

you were happy, yes, but pregnancy is rough, and honestly you wished it would be over sooner

currently, you sit on the couch, legs up on the ottoman, you’re pretty sure this is the most comfortable position you have ever been in

your husband lays beside you, his head on your shoulder, and his hand on your stomach, occasionally rubbing it, you start to think he’s more excited for the baby than you are

and as you sit there you realize something

“jason?” he picks his head up from your shoulder

“yes?”

“can’t you control electricity?” you ask

“where is this going?” he gives you a confused look

“well I was thinking… if you can control electricity and stuff like that, isn’t it technically related to the nervous system?” you smirk

“I suppose…” he trails off “what are you trying to say?”

“well… maybe you could use your powers to feel the baby’s pulse or heartbeat” you bite your lip, fighting a smile

“you think it word work?” he beams

“you could give it a try” you suggest

“that’s awesome! you’re a genius, I love you!” he kisses your cheek

you laugh, “okay, okay, you gonna do it or not?”

“of course I am! I just don’t know how” he frowns

“put your hand on my stomach and summon your powers, shouldn’t that work? just don’t shock me” you point a finger at him

“I’d never even think about it” he smiles

“get on with it! what’re you waiting for?” you hit his shoulder

he sits fully up and places a hand on your large stomach, and there’s a moment of silence before he breaks it with a gasp, “I feel it! I feel their heartbeat!” he smiles widely, and you mirror it

“this is amazing!” he kisses you, and then uses his ability to feel the baby’s heartbeat again

“it feels so light, so small” he puts his fingers close together to show a small amount

“well it is an unborn child” you state

he takes his hand on your stomach to wrap his arm around you for a hug, “I love you”

you smile and kiss the top of his head, “I love you too”

#percy jackon and the olympians #pjo series #percy jackson #pjo fandom #percy series #pjo hoo toa #xoxochb #jason grace imagines #jason grace x reader #jason grace x y/n #jason grace #jason grace x you

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emjayewrites · 14 hours

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The Fast Lane (A Formula One Series)(4/?)

SYNOPSIS: Jesenia joins the private, membership-based dating app Raya searching for a sugar daddy. Instead, she unknowingly finds her biggest “whale”: Lewis Hamilton, a famous Formula One racing driver.

PAIRING: Sir Lewis Hamilton x Jesenia "Jessy" Hart (face claim is @/loriharvey)

WARNINGS: drama, angst, cursing, explicit sexual content, not-so-glamorous life in the influencer/racing world, kind of pre-established relationship. RATED M (18+)

PINTEREST: Jessy's F1 Outfits

PLAYLIST: The Fast Lane Spotify

TAGLIST: @royallyprincesslilly @mauvecherie-writes, @saintslewis, @peyiswriting, @cocobutterqwueen, @lewisroscoelove, @lovebittenbyevans, @lew1s-prix , @eugene-emt-roe , @apenasumlug4r @simpfortoomanymen , @alika-4466 @httpsserene @queenshikongo3 @cherry2stems @non-stop-imagines @anubisnoir @myescapefromthislife @chaneajoyyy @yeea-nah @a-moment-captured @sugardontbesweet @livinglifethroughfanfic @formula-hamilton @purplelewlew @trinitoldyouso @certifiedlesbianbaddie @madstxo @pausmoon @tian-monique @xoscar03 @pickingupmymercedes

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Please let me know if you wish to be added/removed from the taglist. Anyways, enjoy! Dividers by @inklore!

Jessy was still reeling from her blowout argument with Lewis in Ibiza almost two months ago. He had gotten unusually clingy and possessive over her spending time with other guys, despite the fact that they were not even officially dating.

She had matched with Lewis on the elite dating app Raya, thinking he would just be another rich sugar daddy to have fun with, yet Jessy quickly realized that he was interested in more than just a casual fling. His intensity had initially been exciting, but was now bordering on controlling behavior that turned her off.

Thankfully, Jessy had plenty of other romantic prospects to distract her. Xavier has been a fun distraction - taking her out for flirty dinners and dancing whenever he was in town.

Her phone buzzed insistently with another call from Lewis, making her roll her eyes. He had been desperately trying to get in touch with her for weeks and she had been blatantly ignoring his incessant texts, DMs, and calls, not wanting to deal with his drama.

Finally, she couldn't take the constant notifications anymore. Swiping to answer, she held the phone to her ear with a curt, "You have five minutes."

"Jessy, hey," Lewis sounded relieved to finally have her on the line. "Baby, I'm so sorry about how I acted in Ibiza. I missed you so much these past few weeks."

Jessy scoffed. "Well, I didn't miss you."

"Don't lie, love," Lewis chuckled huskily. "I know you've been thinking about me just as much as I've been thinking about you."

"And what makes you think that?" She raised an eyebrow challengingly, even though he couldn't see her. "For all you know, I could be fucking Xavier over here right now."

There was a heavy pause on the line before Lewis ground out, "So it's true what they're saying? About you hanging around with that basketball nigga?"

"Don't call him that," Jessy snapped. "And so what if I am? We're not together, Lewis. I can hang out with whoever the hell I want."

"You're right, you're right," Lewis backpedaled quickly. "I'm sorry, I don't want to fight again. I've just…really enjoyed my time with you, Jes. Y'know I'm in Singapore now....wish you were here with me."

Jessy couldn't stop the small smile from creeping across her face at his words. She did have an incredible time gallivanting around the world with the racing phenomenon.

"I bet," she said with a sarcastic laugh.

"Which is why…I think we should start fresh. Wipe the slate clean of our miscommunications and have a real go at this. You and me."

Jessy felt her breath catch in her throat at his unexpected proposal. "Why should we do that?"

"I've never met anyone like you before, Jes," Lewis said earnestly. "From the moment we matched, I knew you were different. Special. And the more I got to know you, the more I realized how incredible you are."

Jessy felt her traitorous heart give a little flutter at his words. Part of her deeply wanted to give in, to focus solely on exploring this intense connection with Lewis. But her self-preserving side forced her to tamp down those feelings.

"Well, that's all very sweet, Lewis," she replied breezily. "But you're also going to have to get used to the idea of me talking to other people. Just like I'm sure you were doing while we were fooling around."

There was a heavy pause before Lewis spoke again, his voice forceful. "You were the only person I was talking to that entire time. I don't fuck around like that."

At first, she wanted to scoff in disbelief at his claim. Lewis was definitely a player, however, something in her core told her he was being truthful.

"So what do you want to do then?" Jessy couldn't resist asking. "To get me to give you another chance? To realize you actually do want whatever old thing we had?"

"Anything," Lewis replied firmly. "Whatever it takes. I'll move mountains, Jessy. You just tell me what you need from me."

She couldn't help but smile at his tenacity and confidence. "I don't know what that is yet, but you'll have to work for it regardless."

"Fair enough," he chuckled. "So…are you still seeing that Xavier guy?"

Jessy rolled her eyes. "Yes, Lewis. I am still seeing him. Along with a few other people, actually." There was a loaded pause before she couldn't resist twisting the knife. "May the best man win, I suppose."

Lewis growled incoherently, that competitive fire evident even through the phone.

"Alright, well your five minutes are up," Jessy said briskly, not wanting to get pulled in by his charm and conviction any longer. "I'll chat with you another time."

She disconnected the call without waiting for his reply. Jessy tossed her phone aside, leaning back against her chaise lounge chair as she tried to sort through the jumble of emotions running through her.

No matter how smooth and persuasive Lewis' words had been, she couldn't lose sight of her personal mantra: She was the prize to be won, not the other way around. Jessy would always call the shots and have the power in her romantic dealings. Even if a tiny part of her was tempted by Lewis' suggestion to explore something deeper and exclusive.

For now, she was single and free to mingle with whomever she pleased. Xavier, Lewis, or any other takers that came her way. She'd keep them all on rotation, relishing the attention and gifts they lavished upon her as they vied for her affection.

Jessy was the sole master of her love life. And Lewis Hamilton, no matter how globally famous and wealthy he was, would simply have to join the ranks of men competing to be the one she chose.

Jessy absolutely loved luxury items and the finer things in life. It was a passion instilled in her from a young age, when her father bought her very first tennis bracelet as a child. That love for splurging on herself had only intensified as she grew older and more financially independent.

Today she was indulging in her taste for opulence by sitting courtside at the Miami Heat's preseason game against the Charlotte Hornets at the Kaseya Center. Her sister was supposed to join her, but was about to pop with her third child any day now. So Jessy's best friend Noelle had stepped in as her plus one instead.

"Damn, look at the dick print on Xavier!" Noelle cackled, shamelessly ogling the tall basketball player as he warmed up nearby. She zoomed in with her phone camera, catching him stretching languidly in those tiny practice shorts. "You hit that yet, Jess?"

"As if!" Jessy swatted her friend's arm playfully. "I'm not about to let my kitty almost get me dickmatized again."

"That's what I thought when I first saw you getting real cozy with Lewis's short ass," Noelle said, shooting Jessy a sly look. "Didn't realize the race car driver was packing like that to have you all hot and bothered."

Jessy rolled her eyes, though she couldn't deny the small smirk playing on her lips. "Please, I was never down that bad for Lewis. Dude just knew how to show a girl a real good time, that's all."

They high-fived with matching cackles. "Purr, Jessy-poo!"

At that moment, Xavier glanced over and caught Jessy's eye, breaking out into a wide smile. "There's my baby," he called out warmly, loping over towards them.

Jessy batted her lashes innocently as the tall, muscular player approached. "Hey you," she greeted with a sultry grin.

"Damn, you're looking good enough to eat today," Xavier flirted shamelessly, letting his gaze roam over Jessy's curve-hugging dress. "Can't wait to get you all to myself after the game."

He leaned in for what was clearly going to be a kiss, but at the last second Jessy turned her head so his lips only grazed her cheek. Xavier pulled back with a confused frown, opening his mouth to question her rebuttal, but before he could get a word out, the buzzer sounded for the teams to assemble on the court.

DeVon gave Xavier a sharp look. "Let's go, X! We got a game to win."

With one last lingering glance towards Jessy, Xavier turned and headed out to join his team.

"Ooh, playing a little hard to get, are we?" Noelle laughed delightedly once he was out of earshot. She gave Jessy a very pointed look.

Jessy simply shrugged with an innocent expression. "What? I don't know what you're talking about."

The Heat ended up losing their preseason game to the Hornets in a nailbiter. Xavier was clearly still stewing over the disappointing loss as he and Jessy headed to their favorite upscale Miami restaurant for a late dinner.

"We should've had that game in the bag," he grumbled, downing his glass of wine a bit too quickly. "Couple bad calls from the refs really screwed us over."

Jessy rested her hand consolingly on his muscular forearm. "There, there, you'll get 'em next time." She gave him a coy smile, letting her thumb graze along the taut skin there. "Why don't you use this extra free time tonight to help take your mind off that loss?"

Xavier's brooding expression instantly transformed into a sultry smirk. "You reading my mind, gorgeous? I can think of a few ways you can help me relax."

His flirtatious words rolled off his tongue, making Jessy's stomach flip in anticipation. She found herself leaning in towards him, drawn in by Xavier's raw magnetism and masculine energy.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed insistently from her purse, startling her. She quickly grabbed it to check the caller ID, her face falling slightly when she saw it was Lewis texting her again.

"Everything okay, babe?" Xavier asked with a frown, noticing her distraction.

"Oh, yeah, it's just…some emails coming through for work," Jessy lied breezily, quickly silencing her phone and tossing it back into her bag. "You know how it is." She plastered on a brilliant smile, forcing herself to refocus on the extremely attractive man sitting across from her. "So where were we?"

Xavier grinned wolfishly, taking a sip of his wine while pinning her with an intense stare. "I was just about to suggest we get out of here so I can properly relax you too, baby."

Jessy felt a shiver run through her at both his heated gaze and the casual pet name. She would definitely be down to leave with Xavier right now and work off some of his residual aggression in more…athletic pursuits. But as if on cue, her phone started buzzing again with another text from Lewis. She determinedly ignored it, not wanting to give in to his thirstiness.

The rest of their dinner passed by in a heated flurry of lingering touches, heated looks, and shameless flirting. By the time they rose to leave, Jessy could practically feel the sizzling tension sparking between them.

As the valet brought Xavier's car around, he pulled her close with one arm slung low around her waist. "Why don't you come back to my place?" he murmured huskily against her neck, making her shiver. "I'll give you a proper full-body massage to relax."

Jessy felt a rush of arousal flood her core at his words, picturing his large, calloused hands roaming over her naked body and working out every kink and knot. Part of her was tempted to take him up on his oh-so-tempting offer, however, her phone buzzed again with Lewis' persistent texts. A little voice inside her reminded Jessy that she didn't want to keep leading with sex and physicality, even if Xavier made it incredibly difficult to resist.

"Actually…I should probably get going," she said with a tight smile, shoving the phone back into her purse. "I've got an early morning tomorrow."

Xavier's brows furrowed, clearly thrown by her sudden rebuttal after how heated things had been. "You sure, baby? I can make it worth your while to stick around for a few more hours…"

The way he let his eyes roam over her body made her mouth go dry with want. Part of her was sorely tempted to just say "screw it" and go home with Xavier to finally scratch that persistent itch.

But Jessy knew she needed to start putting her foot down when it came to jumping into bed too quickly, even with someone as fine as Xavier. That's how she had gotten herself into complicated situations before.

"Raincheck?" she hedged, kissing Xavier's cheek lightly. "Next time for sure, I promise."

Though he looked crestfallen, Xavier was too much of a player himself to push farther. "You know where to find me when you're ready," he said with a resigned nod.

As Jessy climbed into her car, she couldn't deny the dull throbbing between her thighs and the persistent buzzing of her phone from Lewis' texts. Ignoring that nagging temptation, she took a few steadying breaths to clear her mind.

She refused to keep leading with sex and getting caught up in the physical chemistry alone. Jessy deserved to be romanced, to be pursued on a deeper level, not just as someone's pass-around. If Lewis or Xavier wanted her, they would have to go about it the right way.

A couple weeks had passed since Jessy's tension-filled dinner with Xavier after the Heat game. In that time, Lewis had been working overtime to try and make amends with her.

He showered her with elaborate flower arrangements, pricey gifts from her favorite designers, and incessant texts and calls checking in. As much as Jessy hated to admit it, she was a sucker for beautiful luxury items.

So when Lewis offered to fly her out to Malibu, putting her up in a stunning oceanfront rental before the upcoming United States Grand Prix in Austin, she eventually gave in and agreed to come. If only to get him off her back and bask in the lavish accommodations for a few days. Her best friend Noelle insisted on tagging along as well.

"This place is insane!" Noelle exclaimed as they settled into their private beachside cabana for dinner on their first night. "Good call taking the spoiled brat up on his offer, Jes."

Jessy simply smirked, knowing despite her friend's teasing words, Noelle was just as enamored with the ultra-luxe digs.

"Hey, Jessy."

They looked up to see Lewis approaching with his usual entourage - his assistant, trainer, and friends Miles and Spinz in tow. Jessy tried to ignore the way her breath hitched slightly as she took in Lewis' rich toffee skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat, a simple hoodie stretched taut across his muscular physique.

"Jessy! We've missed you," Miles greeted warmly, dropping down to give her a friendly peck on the cheek and a hug.

"Had to make sure this one was actually treating you right and not being a dickhead again," Spinz chimed in with a wink.

Lewis shot his friends a playful glare before turning that megawatt smile on Jessy again. "I'm just happy you decided to join me out here. You look stunning, by the way - I like your hair long."

Jessy subconsciously tucked a strand of her longer locks behind her ear. "Just a little switch up, that's all."

Lewis slid into the cozy booth next to her, subtly allowing his thigh to graze against hers. "Well, it looks incredible."

He gave her an appreciative once-over that made Jessy's skin prickle with sudden heat. She cleared her throat awkwardly, quickly changing the subject.

"Racing going well?" she asked, which earned her a tight-lipped smile from him.

"Let's talk about something better. So, um, how's the swimsuit line business going? I'd love to get an update on everything," Lewis prodded gently.

"Really well, actually!" Jessy was grateful for the easy conversational shift. "Sales are up this quarter, so I'm happy about that."

As they chatted about Jessy's flourishing swimwear line, Lewis reached under the table to give her bare knee a soft squeeze. She shot him a warning look but didn't pull away.

"That's so exciting, love. I'm really proud of you," he murmured in that low, rumbling tone that never failed to make her shiver. "And your family? I saw your sister had her little one?"

Jessy's face immediately brightened as she pulled out her phone to show off pics of her newborn nephew. "Yep! DeVon Jr., but we're calling him DJ."

Lewis made an admiring noise as he swiped through the photos, his thumb lightly stroking along Jessy's knuckles as he held her hand to better view the images.

"He's a beaut, just like his auntie," Lewis grinned up at her warmly.

Jessy quickly pulled her hand back, feeling off-kilter by the casual intimacy. Lewis didn't seemed fazed, that confidence never faltering as he quirked an eyebrow.

"So…Xavier, are things getting serious there or…"

"If you're wondering if we fucked yet, the answer is no," Jessy cut him off bluntly. "And even if we did, not sure that's really your business anymore, Lewis."

Rather than looking chagrined, Lewis just threw back his head with a rich laugh. "Fair enough, love. Just wanted to get a read on if I still had a chance at winning you back."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, unmistakable rebellion red box tied with a white sateen ribbon.

"Which is why I got you this little something," Lewis said smoothly, placing the Cartier jewelry box on the table in front of her. "Do you like it?"

Jessy felt her mouth go dry as she eyed the expensive gift, hating how her traitorous heart stammered at his shameless attempt to woo her. Rather than open it, she forced herself to meet his gaze steadily.

"It's a lovely gesture," she replied neutrally. "Thank you, Lewis."

He held her stare for a heated moment before giving an almost imperceptible nod. "Well, in that case, I hope you'll accept another invitation to be my guest at the Grand Prix next week?"

Jessy pretended to pause and consider, knowing it would drive him crazy with anticipation. "I may be able to make an appearance," she said noncommittally. "It's right around when Xavier and I were planning a little vacation together, so we'll see."

Lewis couldn't hide the brief flash of disappointment at her noncommittal answer about attending his race, however, he quickly schooled his features back into that trademark confidence.

"Well, I'll be sure to have my people leave you a VIP pass, just in case you can make it work," he replied easily, reaching over to top off her glass of wine.

The rest of the dinner continued on with more lighthearted conversation and laughter between the group. But Jessy was hyper-aware of every move Lewis made, every loaded glance he threw her way. The man was an expert at keeping her off-kilter and craving his approval.

As the evening started winding down, Miles and Spinz headed out first, throwing Lewis and Jessy meaningful looks as they said their goodbyes. Noelle politely excused herself soon after to "call her man", leaving Jessy alone with Lewis once more.

"Come take a walk with me?" he murmured, standing and offering her his hand.

Jessy barely hesitated before placing her palm in his and allowing him to pull her up from the booth. She followed slightly behind as Lewis led them away from the crowded beachside restaurant and towards a more secluded, dimly-lit alcove sheltered by swaying palms.

As soon as they were concealed from view, Lewis stopped and turned to face her, his amber eyes burning into hers. One hand came up to delicately cup the side of her face as he closed the distance between them.

"I've missed you so much, Jessy," he rasped, his thumb lightly grazing her parted lips. "Missed that incredible mind of yours, your ambition, your smile…your touch."

Jessy's breath hitched at the blatant yearning in his tone. She wanted to play it cool, to reject his clear attempt at seducing her back into his arms, then Lewis leaned in to capture her lips in a slow, achingly sensual kiss that had her melting against him. Her hands gripped his biceps as she kissed him back desperately, instinctively molding her body to his familiar muscular frame.

When they finally broke apart, Lewis rested his forehead against hers, hand still tenderly cradling her face.

"Does this mean…you and I are, you know…" He struggled to find the right words.

Jessy felt herself giving him a soft smile, feeling a peculiar warmth blooming in her chest. "What this is, Lewis, is me telling you that you're free to do whatever, or whomever, you want during this little break of ours."

Lewis's brows furrowed as he pulled back slightly to study her expression. "You think I want to see other people?" He clicked his tongue in frustration. "Jessy, you should know by now - you're the only one I want."

She shook her head at his words, that teasing lilt returning to her voice. "Well, like I said back on that phone call…may the best man win." Jessy placed one last lingering kiss on his salt-tinged lips. "I hope the odds are in your favor, Lew."

With that, she gave his firm chest one last caress before turning and sashaying back towards where Noelle was waiting, leaving Lewis staring after her with a heated gaze.

As their car pulled away, Jessy couldn't stop the self-satisfied smirk from spreading across her face. From the look in Lewis' eyes, she could tell her little game had just made the Formula 1 champion even more competitive than ever when it came to winning her over.

She wouldn't have it any other way - the thrill was half the fun, after all. And the prize for the victor was going to be one hell of a reward.

Xavier was just heading into practice when his phone started blowing up with notifications. He opened Twitter to see his mentions were flooded with photos of Jessy looking cozy with some skinny dude at a fancy beachside restaurant.

"Yo @/XBigPapiXXX, this your girl out here cheatin on you?? 😂😂"

"Damn bruh @/XBigPapiXXX, gettin curved for a race car driver?? Tragic!"

He felt his jaw ticking with irritation as he realized who the smug-looking guy sitting way too close to Jessy was - Lewis fucking Hamilton, that international race car driving playboy. Of course, she would have multiple dudes competing for her attention.

Xavier angrily swiped out of the Twitter app, only to immediately get bombarded by his boys in their group chat tagging him in the same damn photos on Instagram. He let out a frustrated growl, quickly turning his phone on Do Not Disturb as he stalked into the practice facility.

"Everything good, X?" Devon asked with a concerned frown as Xavier blew past him towards the locker room.

"That disrespectful lil' Mamacita out here playing games again, that's all," Xavier bit out through gritted teeth.

He had really started catching feelings for Jessy in these last few months of them hanging out. Her confidence and take-no-shit attitude were an intoxicating switch-up from the clingy chicks he usually dealt with. But Xavier didn't realize just how much of a competitive game she expected in guys vying for her affections. Especially not against some scrawny race car driver who probably just threw empty promises and shiny gifts at her.

Xavier was a goddamn world-class athlete with an 8-figure contract, stupid strength and athleticism, and a body that drove chicks wild. What the hell did Lewis Hamilton have on him? Besides being internationally famous or whatever.

"Earth to Xavier!" DeVon's voice broke through his thoughts with a chuckle. "Man, you are too worked up over one bad bitch. That's just Jess being Jess and you know it."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Xavier groaned, running a hand over his buzzed hair. "It's just...dude, I actually really like her, you know? More than I thought I would."

DeVon arched an eyebrow at his friend's rare moment of vulnerability. "Well alright then, player. If she means that much to you, you better make it known and stop letting her run all these games."

He slung an arm around Xavier's broad shoulders, steering him deeper into the practice facility. "Matter of fact...we're gonna get our minds right off this girl triflin' business tonight. It's my new baby boy's birth celebration and you know what that means!"

A slow grin spread across Xavier's chiseled face as realization dawned. "Tootsie's coming through with a flood?"

"You know it, baby!" DeVon crowed, rubbing his hands together eagerly. "Open bar, raining racks on every baddie in the spot. Exactly what you need to take your mind off Jessy for a few hours."

As the two friends headed off to continue their revelry, Xavier couldn't help but let his mind drift back to Jessy once more. He started mentally formulating a plan to lock her down for real before any other dude could swoop in - lavish her with courting and gifts until she was utterly spoiled and depleted of every distraction.

Xavier would have Jessy his and only his, even if it meant forgetting about that lame Hamilton dude entirely. He'd make sure this chase was one she'd never forget.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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How do you feel about all of King Jaehaerys' daughters? 👀

all of them... WHEW ! heres a saera to break up the text block

i'm admittedly not the biggest fan of many of the pre-dance targs . not in the sense that i dislike them it's just that i've never been all that invested in their characters the same way i am, say, the dunk and egg era ones ... but theyre fun! i think all of jaehaerys kids are definitely really interesting by default on account of being born to a guy who people in-universe tend to praise very highly only for him to turn out a shitty horrible dad that fucks you over for the sole crime of being born as his child. lets take them in order! (it's been a while since i read fire and blood now so bear with me . might have missed or forgotten stuff ...)

daenerys ... to me she's kind of a victim of grrm seeming to kill off a lot of female characters specifically because they don't have that much of a role in the story. sort of a nothing-girlie unfortunately . i do think it's interesting that alysanne went to jaehaerys with the hope of daenerys being heir as the then-eldest child- sort of a harrowing premonition of his treatment of his future daughters. i wish we got more on her.

alyssa is fun! i think she's one of the stronger (in terms of writing quality) of jaehaerys kids, at least early on. she does end up, again, kind of suffering from grrms writing in the sense that she starts having children and suddenly almost loses that .. spirit ..? of her character ..? if that makes sense. i feel that he fumbled a little bit with wrapping her story up and once again falls into the pit of 'women who die in childbirth just because'. not to say i inherently mind that conclusion to a female character's story.. i think it's necessary in a universe like asoiaf to portray the difficulties that come with pregnancy and how that changes a person, but it often feels like a bit of a crutch in asoiaf to write a female character out of the story . other people have had more eloquent critiques of her character than me. but overall she's up there in the ranking for me :-)

maegelle is one of my favourites if only because she hits on a lot of notes i like in asoiaf! being a septa she kind of escapes a bit of the family horror that her sisters has to endure - but that also means she has to watch it from afar. alyssa, daella and viserra all die in relatively quick succession and she's not in any real position to do anything about it. even having escaped the family terrors you are still a victim of them etc. i like that she's got a bit of an attitude lol even though she's clearly a very compassionate kind person ('This is foolish, Father. Rhaenys is to be married next year, and it should be a great occasion. She will want all of us there, including both you and Mother. The archmaesters call you the Conciliator, I have heard. It is time that you conciliated.') - and her ending i think is very tragic, but in an almost sweet way. caring for children that most others are repulsed by, selfless to the end ... i like her.

daella is just tragic. other people have said more than i could ever about her but to me her marriage is truly one of the most horrific things that jaehaerys ever did in part because it's just so simple and not-so-dramatic. he tells alysanne that daella has to be married at the end of the year and she is. she's excited to be a mother to the children he already has. she's happy, despite the horrific situation she's put in - only to be doomed to die after a pregnancy where she has to beg her mother to come see her out fo fear. so terrible. makes my heart ache.

saera... there's a lot you could say about saera. inherently i'm a little bit opposed to stanning on the basis of the optics of prostitution in asoiaf and what it means for her to become a brothel proprietor in a city where there are five slaves to every free man - you can definitely critique her but she IS exceptionally interesting and i do like her. such a character. i feel like her defiance of her father gives such a good insight into how terrible jaehaerys was as a father- even in a book so almost distanced from its characters (in that it's a history book) you can really feel the frustration both of her parents and of saera herself and it really does make for good family drama. i feel bad for her just as i feel that she falls into the pitfall of the endless, vicious cycle that drives forward so many of the themes in asoiaf. delicious and horrifying . i wish we got to know more details about her children and what happened to her during the dance

viserra... ohhh. she might be my number one! right after the saera situation i feel like viserra, in the eyes of her parents, was almost like a reflection of her sister. there were many reasons for them marrying her off (none of which were good) but i think there really is that bite of saera leaving just a year earlier that stings in the back of their minds. just as with all these girls she's tragic and so very interesting and i wish we got to understand her better. trying to 'seduce' baelon is such a harrowing thought - like a cry for help, a need for somebody, anybody to save her from the same fate as almost all her sisters and grandmothers and great-grandmothers before her. it's horrifying to be a woman in westeros and no matter how loudly she cried for an out, nobody would give it to her. she was only fifteen when she died! how horrific is that! her last ride is such a terrible terrible visual to me. she deserved better and nobody around her was there for her in any regard. jaehaerys alysanne baelon i will haunt you for the rest of time.

gael.. :-( there's not much Here but for what it's worth she does intrigue me. the story of her and the mystery bard seducing her... i want to know more!! her mother dying just a year after losing her last daughter - so, so tragic. i think ive said this way too many times now. i don't know. what a horrible collection of fates. jaehaerys you will burn.

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𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ notes: happy birthday to me! when this posts i'll officially be older, and celebrating by being cringe (writing this). i also love that picture of misha. it's him at my birthday party for real. he told me himself (lying)

↳ warnings: none!

↳ song: rock your body—justin timberlake

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• Special occasions like this are few and far between

• The Winchester family hadn't had a proper birthday in decades. While Dean clung to memories of gas station twinkies in replacement of a birthday cake, Sam remembered most of his birthdays with a sort of sad animosity. Up until walking out on his dad for Stanford and spending his birthday that year with Jessica, he hadn't had a single enjoyable birthday party. Maybe that was part of the reason he refused to let you feel the same way about your own birthday—even if none of you were kids anymore

• Worst case scenario, the world is ending again and you all have little time for delicacies. If that's the case, you'd get a quick pat on the shoulder from Dean, one excited bear hug from Sam, and very confused Cas wishing you the best of births before being told to continue packing the shotguns with salt rounds

• "With age comes responsibility, so keep loading those guns. Spider-Man said that."

• "For someone that watches so much trash tv, you know so little about media, Dean." You snorted at your friend, fingers nimmbly crushing salt into a line of rigid red shells before moving onto the next group

• "Shut up before I decide to give you your birthday noogies." He pointed a finger at you from across the room with a single raised eyebrow. Off to the side you saw Cas ask Dean what birthday noogies were not-so-quietly, and you struggled to hold back a laugh

• Even in the worst situations, they could always manage to make you smile

• Best case scenario, however, it's a free day. Nothing to do, no devils to fight, no ghouls to stop—nothing. Just you, the guys, and time on your hands that you all normally never have. So what better way to utilize it than with a little surprise party?

• Sam would be the most into the whole birthday party shtick. He'd insist that it was the least they could do for you after all the years on the hunt together, and even got Dean to budge after a few minutes of petty debating

• "It's stupid and cheesy, Sammy. We're grown adults. We've fought the devil beforr for christ's sake." Dean gave his brother the stink eye from his spot in the drivers seat. Groceries stores and Mom & Pop stores passed them by as they ventured into the nearest town, but neither of them paid attention to their blurred surroundings

• "Come on Dean." Sam twisted his torso and turned to face him fully. "Don't tell me you don't remember the look on their face last month when we brought them back a souvenir from our hunting trip in Alabama. You would have thought we brought them a new car. Besides, this is the one chance we've had in a while to actually celebrate something." Sam's eyebrows tilted up as he recalled the memory, shooting a knowing look at Dean's side-profile

• "So what? I say we just tell them happy birthday like a regular person and call it a day." Dean grumbled

• "Is that why you're driving in the nearest direction of the bakery here?"

• Dean didn't respond

• "That's what I thought."

• "Shut your pie-hole or I'm kicking you to the curb."

• Once the boys get back to whatever new place you all are holed up for that week, a couple of crinkled bags in hand, they call on Cas to help out with setting up whatever decorations Sam had forced Dean to throw in the cart

• Cas didn't take nearly as much convincing to partake in the setting up of festivities, but he certainly did need a lot of it explained

• "I thought angels were familiar with the concept of birthdays?" Dean asked at one point while watching Sam pull part of a cake out of the oven. His hand was slapped away when he went to grab at it, and he glared at his younger brother momentarily

• "We are." Castiel's gruff answer came shortly. "But we stopped keeping count after the first couple thousand years. And it was never done like—" He flicked the party hat atop his head curiously, "—this."

• "What did you guys do to celebrate?" Sam asked while popping the lid to a can of store bough frosting open

• "Pray."

• "Naturally." Dean rolled his eyes sarcastically. A blanket of silence fell over the room after that as Sam set out to frost the first part of the cake. Then—

• "Hey. How come none of you are wearing paper hats?"

• "Oh, trust me Cas. It'll mean a lot more to them if you were the one wearing it." Dean's grin was borderline evil as he looked at the angel

• It's safe to say that you laughed the hardest you had in a while once seeing Cas looking so hesitant in a mini cone hat

• Overall, it's the best birthday— the best day —that you've had in a long time

• You didn't need much, and as a hunter you'd come to expect almost nothing. But knowing that your friends— the short tempered, college dropout, otherworldly friends that they were —took it upon themselves to set all this up for you was the emotional equivalent to a punch in the gut. A lovely emotional punch in the gut

• "If you start crying, I'll leave." Dean snapped at you when you eventuallyvoiced how much this meant to you. But the threat was empty, and you all knew it

• Sometime during the party, you had managed to wrestle a paper hat of his own onto his head, and how it sat on the side of his head like a crooked unicorn horn. Occasionally he'd reach for it as if to take it off, then lower his hand with a small smile

• "Shut the fuck up and give me a group hug, Dean." You grinned with teeth, gesturing at him to stand up

• "Wait, no, I take it back that's worse."

• "I will kill you, Winchester. I swear I'll do it."

• You ended up getting your group hug that day, even if it took Castiel trapping Dean between you and him to get him to stand still

• "I hate it here." He griped with a groan. Sam could only laugh as be watched his brother struggle in Cas's iron grip, and said angel was smiling a bit to himself. You felt your heart swell; even if the look on Dean's face was downright murderous

• "Smile or I'm egging Baby on my birthday night." You said before setting the camera's timer and holding it up above you all

• "You wouldn't—"

• "Watch me."

• All four of you have your own copy of the photo from that night, kept in your seperate pockets and bedside table drawers. To this day you find yourself smiling when you look at it, and even if you'd never know it, so do they

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