#OC-Sabrina

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Octomer: Chapter One

Based on this post by @gt-squirrel

The Human's name is Sabrina, the only name ever given to the mer is Spots

This story will likely be only 3-5 chapter long, and probably won't be finished before the end of MerMay. I wanted to get this chapter out before the end of the month, though.

Hope you enjoy!

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I remember when my grandfather and I used to be close. It seemed I’d spent almost every summer at his home by the sea. That was, until we had our falling out. Then things were never the same.

That’s why it shocked me when he left me the house in his will. It seems he too held those memories of the time we spent together here in high regard. I just wish we’d had the chance to reconcile before he died.

It wasn’t a hard decision to pack up my life and move here. I work remotely, so distance wasn’t an issue for my job. I never really felt like I belonged in the big city; it was never really my home. When I arrived here, I meant to spend more time getting unpacked. I ended up spending a lot more time tracing my fingers across the old furniture, losing myself in memories. It was almost sundown by the time I started to make any progress getting settled in.

As it started to get dark, I decided to quit for the day. My mind still buzzed with activity; I didn’t even think of sleeping. Instead, I went outside. Grandpa’s house stood on a cliff, and I remembered that I used to like to go out and sit by the edge. Only when Grandpa wasn’t looking, though. He worried to no end that I’d end up falling off of the edge into the ocean below.

I let my feet kick off the edge and listened to the sound of the ocean crashing against the rocks. I leaned back, resting my weight on my palms. Then I closed my eyes. As I did, a cool breeze kicked up and caressed my face, bringing with it the salty smell of the sea. I felt something tugging at my heartstrings. An old French song about the sea that my grandpa had taught me. He had tried to teach me the language too, but I never had the talent for it. But his song always stuck with me.

“La mer…qu’on voit danser…” I sang to the breeze. Softly at first but picking up volume as I went along. The song brought with it memories of my childhood, an afternoon where my grandpa and I danced together while this song played on the old record player in the corner. I remembered how we laughed as we stumbled through the steps of a dance we had made up.

My eyes stung, but not from the wind. I sang louder, trying to fight off the coming tears. But pouring my heart into the song only fed into my emotions.

“La mer…a bercé mon cœur…pour la vie.” I finished the song with tears pouring down my cheeks. Grandpa used to like to tell me I had the voice of an angel, that I could’ve easily made it big as a singer. I knew after plenty of rejections that he was only flattering me. But it still felt like a nice way to remember him.

I wiped the tears from my face. I needed to distract myself. I breathed a long sigh and laid down on my back, my feet still dangling from the edge of the cliff. It never ceased to amaze me how beautiful the stars were out here away from all of the lights. You never got views like this in the city.

I tried to find constellations I could recognize. I traced my finger from the stars of the Big Dipper to the Little Dipper, and then to the North Star. Just like Grandpa taught me…

I felt tears pricking at my eyes again.

“Think of it, Sabrina,” he used to tell me. “Late at night, no land for miles, the glassy sea the only landmark. How do you possibly find your way home?”

“A map. A compass. Sonar?” I teased him, after hearing this story for the millionth time.”

“No, no, no, Mon ange,” he chuckled. “In the places beyond reason, where the tools of men fail, you must always rely on what does not change.”

He pointed upwards. “The stars. It is what my father taught me, and what his father taught him. It is the only way.” Then he took my hand in his and guided it along the path that led to the North Star.

“You’ve told me this a hundred times, grandpa,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“If it will lead you home, I’d tell it to you a hundred times more.”

A tickle in my feet pulled me out of the memory. It felt like something cold and wet was brushing up against them. I sat up and leaned over to look. But in the dark, it looked like nothing was there.

It’s just my mind playing tricks on me, I thought. I gazed at the horizon where the sky met the sea to try and take my mind off of it. Then I felt it again, only this time, on my hand. I looked over to see something snaking its way up the cliff, its tip laid on top of my hand. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

I yanked my hand back, but the thing followed it. It felt around like someone trying to find something in the dark. It found its way to my waist and snaked around it. I tried to pull it off of me, but it latched on with sudden strength. I shrieked.

Then it pulled me off the edge of the cliff.

My feet kicked against empty air, and without the feeling of the cliff underneath me, terror gripped my heart. I looked down to see the ocean lapping at the coast almost a hundred feet away. The only thing keeping me from plummeting into it was the huge tentacle wrapped around my waist.

If it weren’t for the faint starlight reflecting off of it, the tentacle might have blended perfectly into the darkness. I tried to locate its source, but I lost track of it once it met the water. But I wouldn’t be in the dark for long.

A decent distance away from where the tentacle emerged, something disturbed the water. The top of an enormous head breached the surface, followed by humanlike shoulders and a torso. It rose up, up, up, until it loomed above even the tremendous height the tentacle held me at.

Water rolled off it in waves and crashed into the sea below. As I watched, the dark phthalo blue of its skin shifted subtly in color to match the sky behind it. Little bits of light dotted its skin like stars. My heart hammered in my chest as I stared at it. Christ, this thing was huge. I’d never seen a mer this size. What did it want with me?

Its eyelids slowly rose, and then I was gazing deeply into its gigantic golden eyes. I was petrified in its gaze, and it regarded me carefully. There was some emotion in its eyes that I couldn’t fathom.

The tentacle brought me closer. “Wait—wait—wait—” I sputtered as it did so. More words died on my tongue as its lips pulled upwards, baring its teeth.

The teeth were long and thin, like needles. They sat close together, mismatched in length. The longest ones were probably as long as my arm.

Cold sweat rolled down my forehead as I came to a horrible realization. Is it going to eat me?

I struggled against the creature’s slimy grip, no longer caring about the plunge below me. I needed to get away, and I needed to get away now. I grunted and strained against the tentacle with all of my might, but I couldn’t get away. The thing only tightened its grip ever so slightly, trapping me for good.

As it brought me closer to its mouth, the futility of the situation began to dawn on me. “Please,” I plead with it. “I don’t want to die.” It didn’t respond, it just kept bringing me closer. I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to see my own death approaching.

See you soon, Grandpa, I thought to myself, mournfully.

I waited for the sharp pain of its teeth to hit me. Instead, I felt something wet and warm smoosh into my face and the entire upper half of my body. Confused, I opened my eyes again, only to see myself being pulled away from puckered lips.

I hung in the air, stunned. Even as the wind rushed past me as it brought me away from its face, I had no reaction. My confusion didn’t fade as it brought me above the cliff again and gently set me down several feet from the edge of the cliff.

My nerves told me to run, that I’d been granted a second chance and I had to take it. But curiosity kept me rooted in place. What was this thing doing, and why?

It’s toying with you! The survivalist part of my brain screamed at me. But some part of me kept me standing there, waiting to see what it did next.

I heard the sound like a rushing wave as it approached the cliff. I took an instinctive step back. It brought its arms up to the cliffside and folded them on top of it, then plopped its head on top of its arms. Then it grinned at me with that jagged smile again.

“What the fuck,” I whispered.

A loud crackling sound came from its throat. The strange motion of its Adam’s Apple as it did so caught my eye. It made a few more sounds, then looked at me expectantly, as if it was saying something.

“I don’t—” my voice caught, and I cleared my throat. “I don’t understand,” I told it, speaking a bit louder.

It raised its head, leaning away. Then it began to hum. The sound rumbled through me. I was mystified by the feeling.

Then I realized that I recognized the tune it was humming. It was humming to the tune of “La Mer,” the song I had been singing earlier.

I listened for a few more seconds before joining in at the end of the phrase it hummed, “Des reflets changeants…sous la pluie.”

It made a chirping sound that carried what sounded like excitement as it leaned in again.

“You liked the song?” I asked it. Is that what brought it here? Then why did it…

I tried to take in what I was seeing. As it lay against the rocky cliff, the skin touching it shifted colors to match the dark gray. But there were a few marks on its skin that didn’t change color with the rest of it, remaining a dull white, like scar tissue. I recognized one of the scars on its shoulder.

I looked back up at its face, looking it right in the eye. Those big, golden eyes. I knew those eyes.

“…Spots?” I asked hesitantly. His eyes lit up in recognition. He made that happy chirping sound again and flashed that big, toothy grin.

For a while, I was speechless. All I could think to say was, “You’ve changed so much since the last time I saw you.”

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P.S. If you're curious, the song Sabrina sings in this chapter (and a few more times in the future) is La Mer.

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hii, I’m not sure if you take request still but if so is there a possible way you can do a drew x singer!reader one shot take on how Sabrina “arrests” her fans before performing Juno for being too hot but the reader does it to Drew during her shows please 🫶🏼

arrested for being too hot — DREW STARKEY

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summary "arresting" drew, your boyfriend, during your show before performing your song from your new album.

warning(s) none!

You are on tour for your new album in-front of thousands of fans almost every night. You worked hard on this album and it turned out wonderfully. If it weren’t for the amazing fans of yours, you don’t know where you’d be in your career— they are the reason you are doing this.

Half way into the show— going amazing. The crowd tonight isn't disappointing you. Everything you've hoped for on this tour. You've performed eighteen songs and about to go onto your nineteenth. Played musical spin the bottle not long ago which was really fun.

Before Juno, you begin with a small "skit" where you call someone out in the crowd, arresting them for being too hot. This became a thing after your first show of the tour and doing it ever since. Plus, fans absolutely love it. Interacting with your fans has always been something you did and create those bonds.

Drew, your boyfriend, is attending the show with Madelyn Cline, a mutual friend and cast-mate of Drew's. You told him earlier today you wanted to arrest him in the middle of the show to get the audience excited and it would be fun.

Drew was all for it, and he didn't want you to tell him what you were going to say—he prefers surprises.

Your pink, glittering, dazzling clothing was sparkling in the lights. You pressed your free hand to your brow as though you were looking around for a call. With security, you could see Drew and Madelyn making their way to the front.

You begin by adjusting your earpiece while moving around the stage in your long skirt. "You guys know that moment when you are in a room filled with such beautiful looking people that you start to feel overwhelmed?" When fans applaud, you smile.

"Oh, girls, I think I just seen my future husband in the front row! Oh my god, girls, come here, come here," you say anxiously into the microphone, beckoning them over and waving your free hand.

You turn to face Drew as the girls approach you, asking, "Do you see that gorgeous looking man over in the front row with his arms crossed in the tan shirt?" You speak into the microphone aloud, pointing to Drew in the crowd.

Your girls joyfully waved at Drew while placing their hands on your shoulder. As Drew blushes on the big screen, the crowd reflexively turns up the volume in the arena. 

"What's your name handsome?" With your head cocked slightly to the right toward your shoulder, you inquire in jest. 

"Drew!" You can hear him when he places his hands on the side of his lips. He gives you a childlike smile and a flushed face.

You say, "I'm sorry I couldn't get that?" as though you couldn't hear him. Leaning forward more, you place your free hand behind your ear.

He shakes his head and utters "Drew!" a little louder. 

"Oh my Drew, I must say that you must be a magnet because you drew me in" brings a smile to your face. Your tone indicated that you were trying quite hard not to laugh, yet you kept your calm brilliantly.

Fans had their phones out, capturing the entire interaction. Nobody would have expected Drew to be the person arrested at your gigs since the tour began.

"Drew, you are under arrest for being too hot," you say aloud, smiling and pointing at him— fanning yourself, moving your hips side to side as the sound of sirens going off with blue and red lights behind.

You put your left elbow against your girls shoulder, "guys do you ever just see someone so good looking that you just don't know what to do and all your clothes fall off in that moment" your long skirt slips off smoothy.

"Like your brain just like malfunctions and like I just wanna handcuffed to you now like," one of your girls puts the pink fluffy handcuffs into your hand, you kneel down, "do you know what I mean? Will you take these from me?"

Drew is overwhelmed in this very moment— it's very obvious how much you are affecting him. Drew gives you a gimme me gesture with his fingers, ready to catch the hand cuffs.

He takes them in his hands, looks down, and feels the smooth texture of the fuzzy. He tilts his head to the side before slowly glancing up at you with a smirk—keep in mind that he's still on the big screen.

"We're gonna sing this one to you, Drew."

Juno's song intro starts playing. You wave goodbye to Drew and Madelyn as you return to the center of the stage. You could hear the two begin speaking to fans in the distance.

Drew and Madelyn met you in the dressing room following the show. After giving Madelyn a hug and thanking her for attending the event, you moved to approach Drew and put your arms around his neck while grinning.

"That was insane," Madelyn exclaimed, pulling you into a hug. "What about the full call-out and the handcuffs? Iconic! "You're the talk of the night; everyone is crazy about it."

You giggled as your face heated up. "It seemed right." "You should have seen his face!"

She laughs, "I got the whole thing on video, I'll send it to you later."

"I'm going to give you two some alone time, but you did such an amazing job tonight and looked so hot doing it," Madelyn adds, taking your hands in her and wiggling her brows. 

"Thank you, babe. I love you always," you say, hugging her before she leaves you and Drew alone. 

When you close the door, Drew comes behind you, placing his arms around your waist and kissing you on the cheek, making you laugh with the tenderness of his lips.

"I'm so proud of you baby, you did such an amazing job on stage and looked unbelievable in your outfits made me feel like the luckiest guy in the entire world." He expresses emotionally, which uplifts you. 

"Coming from you, it warms my heart baby. Forever grateful to have you in my life," you smile softly, leaning against his chest, feeling that sense of warmth you always feel whenever you are with him.

"And I'm forever grateful for you" he quietly responds, kissing the top of your head.

"So what are we gonna do with those pink fuzzy handcuffs?"

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Supernatural “Power Hour” Part 17

Luz tries to explain what a Stonesleeper is without saying what a Stonesleeper is, and Dean is old.

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It's What's Inside (2024) | Alycia Debnam-Carey as Nikki

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masterlist

I just wanted to take a moment to thank everyone for reading and engaging with the story. Your support means the world to me! To avoid any confusion, I’ve compiled a masterlist of all the chapters in chronological order, with each year broken down into its own set of chapters. Each year represents a different phase in Amelie and Lando’s journey, with the chapters unfolding in order of events as they grow and evolve. Some years may have more chapters than others, as certain moments in their relationship take longer to develop, while others might overlap as I occasionally get new inspiration that will influence the storyline.

I’m also open to any requests or suggestions you may have—don’t hesitate to reach out!

Thank you all again for being a part of this journey. Love you all! 💕

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Amelie Dayman x Lando Norris - Singer DR

2022 - The One Where Time Turns Us Into Ghosts

2023 - The One Where We Find Ourselves Again

2024 - The One Where We Hit Reset

2025 - The One Where We Build Our Bridge

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IF YOU LOVE ME, LET ME KNOW ; jack hughes.

𖧷 ｡ﾟ･ pair: jack hughes x fmc (sophia, sabrina carpenter face claim)

𖧷 ｡ﾟ･ word count: 38.6k

𖧷 ｡ﾟ･ synopsis: singer sophia montenegro and nhl star jack hughes are fuck buddies, and they’re great at it too. but what happens when they start catching feelings for each other, even after saying they never would?

𖧷 ｡ﾟ･ what to expect: nsfw, strangers-to-friends-with-benefits-to-enemies-to-lovers, fuckboy jack, singer fmc, you fell first but jack fell harder, sophia writes songs about jack!!, shitty ex, angst, happy ending.

— author’s note: this is for everyone who ever thought they’d never be chosen. you will. but you have to be the first person to choose yourself.

nhl masterlist.

— theme song: love is (not) easy by chase atlantic

main female character:

Sophia Montenegro

— “those real moments where i’m just a 25-year-old girl who’s super horny are as real as when i’m going through a heartbreak and i’m miserable”.

— trust issues? yeah. my middle name!

— secretly a crybaby (maybe not so secretly).

— sometimes a slut, sometimes an angel. but always a lover girl!

— shout out to short dresses and mini-skirts. gotta be one of my favourite genders.

before you read:

00. meet the pop star, sophia montenegro;

00.1. how did you end up in the nhl;

00.2. how did you and jack meet;

00.3. your first one night stand with jack (nsfw);

chapters:

1 | chapter one

2 | chapter two

3 | chapter three

4 | chapter four

5 | chapter five

6 | chapter six

7 | chapter seven

8 | chapter eight

9 | chapter nine

10 | chapter ten

epilogue

after you read:

smau | soph and jack supporting each other

extra | have you ever tried this one?

extra | she’s really empathetic, she’d make a great wife.

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Please Please Please (Modern AU)

Inspired by the song Please Please Please by Sabrina Carpenter

Politician Aemond Targaryen x Lannister Reader Tag List

Synopsis: Heartbreak is one thing; my ego’s another. I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker.

Warnings: Mature, 18+, P in V Sex, Choking, Fingering, ¿Semi-Public Relations?, Not Proof Read

Word Count: 1,969

A/N: Quick little fic bc the music gods blessed us with new pop anthems <3

The lion’s pride. As a Lannister, you and the whole of your family had a great deal of it. Great lengths are made to maintain it, especially when you are pitted in the arena of the public eye. Every decision you made was calculated, and every action has a reaction that you meticulously premeditated. Nothing less than perfect and respectable could be accepted. Sensibilities must always be in check, but after meeting him, it seemed to fall out of your head. 

Aemond Targaryen. An up-and-coming figure in the scene of politics. A second son of the infamous family of the Targaryens. A waving red flag you had ignored, for you were too distracted by every other aspect of him. 

You remember the day you met him fondly. You were forced to attend a gala. Your family needed to push a figure of unity for the upcoming election; in consequence, you had to participate in endless events pitting you in the eye of the public. You were standing next to your father as he introduced you to other influential members of his party when, from the side of your eye, you caught a figure walking into the event hall, dressed in all black, striding and making his way through the crowds effortlessly. You were stood a few leagues away from him, but you already felt this aura of confidence that strode dangerously close to arrogance. You barely caught a clear glimpse of him, but there was this domineering and authoritarian presence in him that was needed in leaders that had solidified your attraction. 

Aemond has had his eye on you for quite some time now. The golden girl, they liked to call you—the celebrated daughter of House Lannister, the girl who was perfect on paper. Everything you had done in your life had only added to the pride and good standing of your family, and Aemond could not help but be intrigued. He strode into the room, always catching everyone’s attention, but yours was the only one he sought for. When he finally caught your eyes from across the room, he inwardly smirked to himself and strode to where you stood with your father. “Ah, Aemond,” Your father greeted the other member of his party with civility. “Sir Lannister,” You hear him greet, and you clenched your jaw as you hear the deep, velvety tone of his voice. “This is my daughter; I don’t believe you two have been introduced yet,” Your father said, and you turned your full attention to him. Aemond led out his hand for you to shake, and he felt a chill run down his spine as your hands clasped around each other. 

“Nice to meet you,” You said with a small smile. The same smile was reserved for when you met your father’s other colleagues. You hear him hum and watch as he gives a nod, reserved and quiet, an exact depiction of what you read of him. You stood there quietly for a few moments as they talked of business, trying to ignore the eye that had been entranced by you. When there was a pause in their conversation, you excused yourself and headed towards the bar on the side of the room to refresh your drink, a figure closely following behind you. 

Things were quick to escalate from there from only having to be formally introduced to Aemond mere moments ago to him and you engaging in juvenile activities in a nearby coat closet. There was a lapse in your judgment as you engaged in such activities. Letting your lips dance with your father’s colleague, letting his solid and cold hands roam your body, not at all cautious that with just one swing of the door, you two would succumb to scandal. 

“Aemond,” You called as you gripped his long, silvery locks. His lips were too preoccupied with peppering kisses on your neck and collarbone to respond. You feel his hand inch higher towards your bosom, placing it flat as he palmed your tit. “Who knew their golden girl could be so… lewd?” Amend hummed, and you rolled your eyes as you hated that nickname. “You’ve only just met me, but you had no hesitation as I led you here,” He mused and nipped your skin, not at all wary that it would leave a mark. “Are you complaining?” You asked breathlessly, staring at his sapphire-colored eye. You feel your core tighten as a devilish smirk rose to his lips. “No,” he replied and kissed your lips once more. 

It did not take long after that encounter before you two were noted to be entirely fond of one another. 

There were great reservations. Your older brother taking the lead to voice it on behalf of your family. “Wh—why him? You are aware of his… demeanor?” You pursed your lips. “I am, and he is not as rash and cold as you think,” You defended. “But why did you have to choose someone from father’s party— it is a complete conflict of interest.” You rolled your eyes, “How is it a conflict of interest? For it to be a conflict of interest, it has to be with someone from the opposing party, does it not?” You countered. Your brother shook his head disapprovingly, “He is from the opposing party. Father is not completely sold on his allegiance. He still thinks your little boyfriend’s decision to join our side is a shallow rebellion against his family’s— nothing but a ploy!” Your brother almost screamed, and you stayed quiet as your calculating and cautious self had overlooked the possibility.

That thought bothered you tremendously, and it was noticeable. Aemond frowned as he placed kisses on the valley of your breast, and his hand was threading closer to your cunt, but no reaction came from you. “Are you well?” He asked as he pulled away, placing a small gap between your bodies. Your back was rested on the headboard of his bed, your mind was far off, and you could not even enjoy his pleasurable actions. You stared into his eye and licked your lips. “What’s your plan?” You suddenly asked, and you watched as his face folded in confusion. “What do you mean?” He asked and sat straight before you, his cold hand placed on your warm thigh. 

“Why did you suddenly join my father’s party? For decades, our families have been known for their opposing views… why then did you suddenly join?” You asked and watched as his lips thinned. “If you wanted political and career advancements, it would make more sense if you stayed in your family’s party. Why then do you join ours when you would have to start all over again?” You asked in doubt, fearing that it was indeed all a ploy and the relations between you were just another part of it. That in the end, whatever you do will not only end in heartbreak but worse, your reputation will be tarnished. Aemond was silent, and that put further skepticism in you. Your mind conjures up future scenes where the public will come to know that your relationship was filled with deceit, his way to slither into your father’s political party— subjecting you and your family to embarrassment as you had been seduced by him and his lies. 

“It’s true that if I had stayed with my family’s party, my career would have advanced greatly. But it is a dead end.” You frowned at his words, trying not to be distracted by the day his hand would caress your skin. “It is a lost cost. I had never believed and aligned myself with their political beliefs and values; having to run and represent things I don’t believe in is, for me, practically career suicide,” You pursed your lips and assessed his eye, trying to find sincerity in him. People often say that he was a good actor, keeping his dealings and reactions to himself so no one could use them against him. 

Aemond could not help but smirk as you stared him down, his hand on your thigh inching higher as you did your calculations. “Why? Did you think I was using you?” He asked quietly. His eye darkened when you bit your lip and slowly nodded, a bit wounded that you would think as such. However, he could not honestly blame you because if he were in your position, he would also be skeptical about himself. You parted your lips to speak, but words died on your tongue as you felt Aemond cup your cunt. 

“They always said you were a fast learner… so best to engrave this in your pretty little head,” Aemond hummed as his lips threaded closer to yours, his fingers gliding against your folds, a whimper escaping your lips. “I’m not with you for political advancements… I’m with you simply because I want you, you alone.” He swore and intertwined your lips, swallowing your moan as he slipped his finger inside. Aemond smirked as you parted your lips, needing air as he curled the digit, feeling your cunt clench around him tightly. 

You clung to Aemond’s neck as he dipped down and captured the taut bud of your tit into his mouth, his teeth nibbling your skin, making you whimper. Aemond added another finger as he felt your grind your cunt against his hand in want of more; his thumb lay flat on your nubbin and drew circles, your moans echoing through the room. “More… Aemond— please, please, please, I want more,” You moaned. His fingers were pleasurable, but your body needed the whole of him. You hear him hum and watch him through glazed eyes as he removes his fingers, bringing them to his lips as he cleans your essence. “You want more?” He asked, and you nodded fervently, bordering on desperation. “Then who am I to deny?” He smirked as he switched your positions, him resting his back on the headboard and you straddling his waist. 

Your head tilted back, and your jaw went slack as his cock slipped inside you, sheathing itself perfectly in your cunt, the tip of it hitting the spongey spot that made you lost and unaware of your surrounding. The place that made all sensibilities fly out of the window and make your judgment muddled. “So pretty…” Aemond praised breathlessly, watching as you bounced his cock. Your tits heaving against him, your lips parted as you spewed out your moans. Aemond placed his hands on your hips and guided you, his thrust deep and harsh, just as you liked it. 

Aemond felt you take hold of one of his hands, guiding it toward your throat, and he groaned out in pleasure as you urged him to choke you. Your cunt clenching painfully and pleasurably around his length as he did your request. You moaned as you felt the cool metal of his ring imprint itself on your throat. You were close, and your desperate movements hinted that to Aemond. “Is my pretty girl going to come?” Aemond asked through gritted teeth, his own release coming quickly as well. “Aemond… god, Aemond!” You called as you came undone, your body hunching over his, and he sought out your lips, kissing them as he spilled himself deep inside your cunt. 

You breathed heavily, your mind trying to regain focus, but it was difficult as Aemond drew soothing circles on your skin as you came down from your high. “Do me a favor?” You asked breathlessly, Aemond’s cock still deep inside you and the flaccid length growing stiffer by the moment. “Anything,” He answered and tried to capture your lips, but you swiftly backed away. “Don’t fucking embarrass me,” You said in seriousness, and Aemond smirked at your words. “Never.” He swore and sealed his oath with a kiss.

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sweet - drew starkey smau pt: 0.1

a/n: AHHHH this is so so excited! eek! this is the first part of many of the ‘sweet’ smau series. guys this took HOURS. but i’m doing this for yall. anyways, please comment, like, reblog. if you wanna be added to the tag list please let me know! also if you have any suggestions for the plot that you would love me to incorporate please lmk! xoxo

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SABRINA CARPENTER CONCERT

PAIRING: BSF!RAFE X SWEETHEART!FEM!READER

summary: after that night in the car, as Rafe promised, he's taking you to go see Sabrina live.

a/n: per request (and cause I was already thinking of doing it), here's you and Rafey at the short n' sweet tour.

word count: 0.7k

It's been a little over two weeks since Rafe has told you he'd get you tickets and tag along on the short n' sweet tour. In those weeks, you've been in preparation. Making sure everything was planned out since this was your first concert and you wanted it to be perfect.

Preparing your outfit, constantly practicing and perfecting your makeup look, and everything in between.

Rafe thought it was pointless to get all dolled up just to be in a dark, sweaty stadium with a bunch of girls screaming lyrics at the top of their lungs. But of course, he wouldn't question it. He knew how you were. In all honesty, he kinda liked it.

And since you begged and pouted at him for a full thirty minutes, he agreed to match outfits with you from the 'Please Please Please' music video. Even though he had already agreed in his head when you asked the first time, he just liked to see you pout at him like that.

"we look good, don't you think?" you smooth your hair out, looking at the both of you in the reflection of your full length mirror as he nods and hums in agreement to your statement.

"yeah, you're definitely outshining me though" he murmurs, adjusting his belt as his eyes sweep over your outfit. That red dress looked perfect on you.

"we can both be great, Rafey."

"don't call me that." he chuckles, giving you one last look before tapping your lower back "lets get going."

After grabbing your bag and double checking that everything is in there, you both head out and set route to the arena where the concert will be held.

"we need to pregame for the concert" you connect your phone to the car, shuffling the short n' sweet album, causing an amused smirk to graze his lips "pregame? this is a concert we're talking about, not the fucking super bowl."

you shrug "Sabrina is just as important as the super bowl, if not more. at least to me."

he scoffs slightly, mumbling "Now that's some bullshit."

"hey, I said to me. And you're about to miss the turn." you point out the window to the entrance of the arena parking lot.

"Ah, right." he makes a u-turn in order to pull into the bustling parking lot, groaning once he scans the parking lot, seeing no free parking spaces in "I can't believe I let you drag me here" he mutters.

"Hey, I didn't drag you here. You insisted!"

he clicks his tongue, nodding slightly "Mm, true. Then I can't believe I insisted on this. I had no idea what I was getting myself into."

"We're not even in the arena yet. You should save the whining till then."

mocking you as he rolls his eyes, he pulls into a free parking spot and killing the ignition.

As you two get out of the car, he takes your hand as he leads you inside. Which he's been doing a lot lately in these past few weeks.

"You keep holding my hand" you point out. Not that you mind, of course. His hand feels comforting in a way.

"Don't want you getting lost. Lots of people here." Which was half the truth. Being totally honest, he wasn't sure why or how his hand kept finding yours. It just felt right, maybe.

Once you two make it inside the arena and get to your seats, he smiles as he watches your eyes remain focused on the stage, waiting for the show to start.

As the show progresses, he finds himself humming some of the songs, not at all minding being here as much as he lets on.

Once you both make it outside, his arm wraps around your shoulders as he leads you toward the car "That was pretty fun, not gonna lie."

you laugh, leaning into him "Oh, so you're a Carpenter now?"

"hey I didn't say all that. I just mean I can tolerate it now. Your voice is long gone, by the way."

you shrug "It was worth it. Plus, you'll probably make me tea or something in the morning, Rafey."

"What'd I say about calling me that?!"

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FIRST BEANBAX POST!!!!!! been thinking about them nonstop today

[cupidbedsy]

☾ being sneaky on christmas ; up all night

➪ summary: it's chirstmas morning and all luke wants is to be cuddled up in his girlfriend's arms, and he gets what he wants, with the added price of his brother potentially finding out

➪ warnings: luke is a little needy

➪ word count: 0.7k

➪ cupid's notes: okay i still think jack and cassie's is my favorite but this is a very close second. the ending is lowkey rough but let's ignore that, please

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Sabrina groaned slightly as she felt the other side of the bed dip, fluttering her eyes open in the process. She tugged the blankets tighter around her, eyes landing on Luke’s figure causing her to smile softly, “Hey Lukey.”

He returned her smile with one of his own, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, “Can I lay down?”

“Mhm.”

Luke didn't waste any time peeling back the covers and climbing into her bed, letting her envelop him in her warmth. He rested his head against her chest, sighing in content, wrapping his arms around her. She pressed a kiss to his curls, murmuring, “Everything okay, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, just wanted you.”

He couldn’t help but grin cheekily when he heard her giggle, looking up at her and placing a kiss on her jaw. She met his gaze, leaning forward and resting her forehead on his. It wasn’t long before their lips connected, her hands immediately tangling into his hair. 

Luke moaned slightly, chasing her lips as she pulled away from him, playfully shushing him, “As much as I love the noises you make, baby, gotta be quiet, you know that.”

She recognized the downturn of his lips, instantly mocking his pout, “Poor baby.”

He only huffed, closing his eyes and returning his head to its previous position, right between her tits, and suddenly all of his sadness went away, perfectly cozy. Her hand scratched at his scalp, never letting up in the slightest. 

A few minutes later she heard him sigh, looking down at him and furrowing her eyebrows, “What?”

“Don’t want to go back to bed.”

“Just stay, I’ll wake you up when you need to. You know Jack, he probably won’t wake up for at least another 2 hours.”

He nodded, tightening his hold on her and trying to push his head further into her. She laughed again, tugging at his curls slightly, “I don’t think you can get any closer, baby.”

“Can too.”

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2 hours later, Sabrina had yet to wake Luke and was yet to hear any sound from Jack. Well, that was until about two minutes ago when there was a knocking on her bedroom door and a slightly concerned and tired version of Jack’s voice, “Sab! Have you seen Luke? He’s not in the room or bathroom. Or anywhere actually.”

She slid a hand under Luke’s shirt while the other clamped around his mouth, preventing any noise from escaping. However, he didn’t stir a bit, soft snores still present.

“Nope. Haven’t seen him. Maybe he went to the store or something?”

“Sab, there’s no stores or restaurants open right now.” She rolled her eyes and pinched Luke’s side, hoping it would be enough to rouse him from his sleep. 

When Jack replied, Luke was still asleep and she was convinced that he was deeper in sleep than he was before. She huffed, moving her hand up further. Desperate times call for desperate measures, she thought to herself before flicking her thumb across his nipple, eliciting a quiet groan from the boy as his eyes shot open.

She grinned, replying to Jack, “I don’t know Jackson! Maybe he went for a walk then.”

Sabrina wasn’t sure her boyfriend’s eyes could widen even more but somehow they did, looking between her and the door that was currently the only barrier from his brother finding out about them. She slowly released her hand from his mouth, running it through her hair as he spoke softly, panicking, “What’re we going to do?”

At first, she shrugged but then an idea formed in her mind, “Jack!”

“Yes?”

“I think I left one of your presents at your place the other day. Would you go get it? Please?”

“Really Sab?” The two could hear him grumble, his footsteps heavy as he walked back to the guest room. 

5 minutes later they heard him return, “I’ll be back.”

“Thank you, Jacky!”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Text me if Luke gets back.”

When the door closed, Luke and Sabrina burst out into giggles, leaning into each other as they did so. It took them a few minutes to calm down and catch their breath, but once they did Luke just looked at her with pleading eyes, “Does this mean we can cuddle more now?”

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The One Where We Find Ourselves Again

Welcome to the masterlist for this phase of Amelie and Lando’s story, set in 2023—a pivotal year where they start seeing each other more often than they had in years. This timeline marks a turning point in their dynamic, with plenty of unresolved tension, history, and emotions bubbling beneath the surface.

previous year // next year

This timeline highlights their story in this year of reconnection, where sparks fly, tempers flare, and old feelings resurface in ways neither of them is quite prepared for.

Thank you so much for reading and supporting this story—it means the world to me! I hope you enjoy this messy, emotional, and sometimes chaotic chapter of their journey. 💕

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Timeline: 2023

the hollow between stars

beneath the surface

fractured reflections

yellow past

weights and what-ifs

between rivalries

fading moments

frozen in time

words in the noise

a favor in the heat

tides of tension

how many things - Bahrain Grand Prix

when love let go

sharpest tool - Oscars

emails i can't send fwd: - eics fwd: Release Day

things i wish you said - Emails I Can't Send Tour Florida

ghosts in the night

just a pause

a glimpse of what was - Austalian Grand Prix

shattered silence

between two worlds

threads of the past - Emails I Can't Send Tour Los Angeles

lingering questions - Azerbaijan Grand Prix

sand traps - Miami Grand Prix

fault lines

don't wanna break up again

curtain call - Emails I Can't Send Tour DC

tides of tension

the race of resentment - Monaco Grand Prix

inevitable truth

lifting the weight

city of reflections

flicker of hope - Canadian Grand Prix

dumb & poetic

lingering thoughts - Austrian Grand Prix

a song apart - Emails I Can't Send Tour London

crossed paths - British Grand Prix

espresso

silent encounter

the weight of her name - Belgian Grand Prix

the heart's echo

unfinished business

fading distractions

taste

a gesture across time - Dutch Grand Prix

a yellow reminder - Eras Tour Mexico

lingering shadows

no strings attached - Video Music Awards (VMAs)

slim pickins

unseen weight - Japanese Grand Prix

circus of emotions - Amelie's Birthday Special

paris confessions

a shift in focus

lie to girls

a moment of clarity

crossroads of the past - United States Grand Prix

the weight of a glance

echoes of the past - Mexican Grand Prix

magnetic pull

golden mornings

the burden of secrets

threads that bind - Brazilian Grand Prix

secretly ours - Eras Tour Argentina

perfect gift - Lando's Birthday Special

good graces

fruitcake - fruitcake Release Day

echoes of the crash - Las Vegas Grand Prix

the weight of uncertainty - Thanksgiving Special

into the night - Abu Dhabi Grand Prix

second chances

morning roast

morning comforts

snowed in secrets

a touch of christmas

frosted laughter

uninvited visit

family matters

santa doesn't know you like i do - Christmas Special

midnight spark - New Year's Special