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“In my head, she wasn’t. She liked the guys as brothers. She’s like, "You’re not really my type.” She’s like waiting for some chicks to roll into town.“

- Lena Headey on her character in The Brothers Grimm when asked which guy her character was into in an August 19, 2005 interview with Blackfilm

ANGELIKA IS A BIG GAY CONFIRMED 2005 FUCK YOU HARVEY WEINSTEIN

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Okay as promised here's the link to 'I Choose Her' on Ao3 for anyone who wants it :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65176927

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Hi!

So I just recently discovered I could download fics to my phone so I can read them anytime! The catching being it can only be fics on AO3.

I wanted to know if it’s ok with you if so that with yours and if I Choose Her will ever be on be on AO3 some time in the future?

Please and thank you! Bye! Love your work!

Woah sorry it took me forever to respond but absolutely I can do that! I will be uploading the entire fic on my ao3 in a bit so I will be posting the link here later today for you and anyone else who wants it :) Thank you so much for the support, it truly means the world! ❤️

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Take Me Apart

Maddy Perez x Rue Bennett

Summary: Maddy and Rue get caught up in each other's desires while on their way to a birthday dinner.

Pairing: Maddy x Rue

Wordcount: 2.8k

Warnings: non-traditional omegaverse, adult maddy and rue, smut, car sex, blowjobs, breeding kink (in theory), alpha rue bennett, omega maddy perez

Note: hello, this one shot might feel kinda random and maybe no one will even click on this but my brainrot for these two just randomly resurfaced one day when i saw those season 3 bts pics on twitter, ifykyk. anyway, i haven't written smut for awhile so i'm kinda rusty, but hopefully this is enjoyable anyway! ok bye, love y'all

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“Shit– yeah, this was a bad idea.” Rue mumbles aloud to herself as she barely manages to climb over the fence to Maddy's backyard.

She struggles for a moment before finally mustering the strength to hoist herself over the barrier, landing on the ground with a soft thud.

Rue takes a moment to catch her breath, smoothing out her blazer simultaneously. As she kicks the gravel beneath her feet, a wicked idea comes to her.

The alpha soon bends down to grab a handful of gravel off the ground before silently making her way around her girlfriend's property.

Once she spots Maddy's bedroom window, Rue picks out one of the rocks, adjusting it in her other hand. She flings her arm backwards and then forwards, simultaneously letting the piece of gravel fly out of her hand.

The small rock makes contact with the window as planned, and Rue smiles triumphantly, endeavouring to throw another one.

She does exactly that, and then again, until a familiar face finally emerges behind the glass panel.

Maddy’s scowl just barely manages to conceal her amusement as she opens her window.

Rue meets her girlfriend's glare with a grin, and the omega merely rolls her eyes.

“What is wrong with you?” Maddy scoffs, yet the alpha's smile doesn't falter, she merely shrugs innocently.

“Come on, we're going to be late.” Is all Rue utters in response, and she watches as Maddy nods, swiftly gesturing with her hand as she speaks. “Front door.”

Rue quickly follows her girlfriend's orders, making her way around to greet Maddy at the front of the house.

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The alpha can hardly help the way her breath catches in her throat as her girlfriend emerges from her home. She takes in Maddy's long, dark hair as it falls loosely past her shoulders, and the black cocktail dress she's decided to wear tonight that perfectly compliments her figure.

Just the sight alone manages to cause a stirring within Rue’s pants. Embarrassed, she reaches down to discreetly adjust herself before uncomfortably clearing her throat.

Maddy finally turns to her after shutting the front door, and when her eyes settle upon Rue, her expression twists to one of concern. “What?”

Rue stuffs one hand inside her pocket, a forced effort to seem unfazed. As she meets Maddy's stare however, she decides to simply utter her thoughts aloud. “Nothing, you just look really fucking sexy– that's what.”

Maddy, now no longer concerned, rests her handbag on her shoulder as she saunters towards the alpha.

Rue fixates on the way Maddy's hips swayed as she approached, but her attention quickly shifts when she feels the omega's hand run up her chest, feeling the fabric of her blazer before finding the nape of her neck.

“You say that every time.” Maddy remarks, her gaze falls to Rue's lips instinctively, and she observes the way her girlfriend looks at her in a similar way.

“Well, I mean it everytime.” Rue replies, her arm gladly wrapping around the shorter woman’s waist, pulling Maddy closer.

“I know you do.” The omega decides with a smirk, her lips now mere inches away from Rue's.

Rue acknowledges the maddening sensation of Maddy's long fingernails against her neck, and she only lets another heartbeat pass before she chooses to eliminate the gap between them. She captures the omega's lips with her own for a deep, open mouthed kiss.

The way Rue's warm tongue expertly slips into her mouth, pulls a light moan from Maddy. The kiss continues and swiftly escalates; the alpha steps closer, their bodies now flush against each other. Maddy's mouth soon opens wider with a gasp as she feels her girlfriend's hardness pressing up against her thigh.

This nearly causes her knees to buckle– she's suddenly grateful for the way Rue manages to easily support her weight with a firm hand on her lower back.

Maddy allows their tongues to massage each other for a moment longer before she gathers the strength to push the alpha away slightly, with a hand against her chest. “Baby–”

“We'll be late. Kat's probably already waiting.” Maddy attempts reason, but the way Rue is looking at her nearly makes her regret her words.

The taller woman appears like a starved animal, ready to rip her to shreds; and the thought excites Maddy more than she'd like to admit.

“You'll have me later.” She now attempts a counter offer, placing a chaste kiss upon Rue's lips, as though sealing a promise.

As Maddy reaches up to wipe away the residue of lip gloss she left around Rue's mouth, she feels her girlfriend's hold on her loosen ever so slightly, as though only just regaining her bearings, the alpha nods in agreement. “Right– fine, let's go.”

Rue tugs on Maddy’s arm, their fingers intertwined reflexively as they make their way towards the alpha's 1977 Ford F150.

Rue guides her girlfriend towards the passenger side of the truck, only letting go of Maddy's hand to open the car door for her.

“My lady,” Rue says in an exaggerated voice, and she earns a giggle from Maddy, she watches as her girlfriend curtsies in a girlish fashion before responding.

“Why, thank you, my love.” The omega responds in a similarly playful tone before finally climbing into the truck.

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Most of the journey to the restaurant was done in silence, and Maddy can't seem to shake the feeling that's been gnawing at her since they left her house.

As she watches Rue drive, her mind turns to the moment they shared earlier; Maddy's lips still tingling with the remnants of her girlfriend's attention.

The desire to not be late to dinner now feels irrelevant as she notices the way Rue's erection is still straining against the fabric of her slacks.

Maddy senses a desperate ache in her core as she imagines being filled by the alpha, taking Rue's cock deep inside of her, right here in the truck.

The idea makes her so horny, she can hardly sit still.

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As the vehicle halts at a stop light, Maddy doesn't hold back the urge any longer. She extends her arm, boldly palming Rue's cock over her pants.

The alpha's body jolts at the sudden gesture– she glances at Maddy in confusion.

“It'll– fuck–” Rue tries to speak, but the way Maddy is massaging her dick with such dexterity makes it almost impossible for her to think clearly.

“It'll go away eventually–” She manages at last, pushing her foot onto the gas pedal as the light turns green.

Rue struggles to keep her eyes on the road as she feels the omega work at unclasping her belt, before slipping one hand inside of her slacks to grasp the base of her cock.

“I don't want it to go away..” Maddy finally admits, soon reaching over with her other hand to tug on Rue's pants, allowing the alpha's cock to spring free.

Maddy lets out a light groan at the sight, the alpha's shaft stands stiff at attention, so large the tip of it nearly touches her belly button.

Rue always felt so good in her hand, and the way the alpha's cock twitches in response to her touch makes Maddy's cunt clench desperately around nothing.

The omega let's go of Rue's cock for a moment to lick her own palm, once Maddy considers it sufficiently lubricated enough, she grips the other woman's member once more, stroking it at a steady pace.

“Maddy–” Rue utters in a strained voice. She quickly glances down at the way Maddy is pumping her shaft, before turning her head to look at her.

“Hush. eyes on the road.” Maddy orders sternly, and Rue isn't given much opportunity to contest before she notices her girlfriend unbuckling her own seatbelt.

Maddy stops stroking the alpha's length, but Rue is not left wanting for long as the absence of her girlfriend's hand is quickly replaced by her mouth.

A strangled moan slips past the alpha's lips as Maddy begins to suck eagerly on her cock.

Rue focuses her energy on not crashing the car, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. Still, she can hardly help the way her body responds to the omega's efforts.

Maddy moans in response to her girlfriend's noises of pleasure, she continues breathing through her nose as she bobs her head to take more and more of her alpha into her mouth.

Her eyes are now watering, but she does not wish to stop. Instead, Maddy continues to lay her tongue flat against Rue's large shaft, lowering herself until the tip of the alpha cock pushes into her throat.

“God– fuck–” She hears Rue grunt, and this urges Maddy to take her in even deeper.

The car suddenly comes to a stop, and the alpha’s hand falls from the steering wheel to grasp a handful of Maddy's dark hair.

Rue purposefully holds the omega in place, and Maddy takes that as a sign to swallow around her alpha's cock.

This appears to have the intended effect as the alpha groans once more, and her grip loosens, allowing Maddy to pull back slightly. With another strangled grunt, Rue finally finds release in her girlfriend's mouth.

Maddy whimpers in contentment as the alpha's warm seed coats the back of her throat and her tongue. The taste of her girlfriend has always been intoxicating, the omega's eyes flutter shut in an effort to savour it.

Then, Maddy lets the alpha's cock fall out her mouth as she swallows. Lifting her head, her eyes meet Rue's once again.

“My gorgeous girl.. you drive me crazy.” Rue praises as she cups the omega's cheek.

Maddy preens at the alpha's words, she reaches up to clutch Rue’s tie, tugging her closer before crashing their lips together.

They kiss for a while, and they only stop when the omega breaks away with a plea. “Please, fuck me–” Maddy finds herself saying.

She observes the way Rue hesitates at her request, and it is only then that Maddy takes in her surroundings; they have since pulled into the restaurant's parking lot.

The omega holds Rue’s face in both her hands, desperately urging the alpha to keep all attention on her. “That can wait–”

“Please.. I'm so wet for you.” Maddy avows as she guides Rue's hand in between her thighs. She spreads her legs wider, allowing the alpha to feel her soaked panties.

Rue groans at the contact, her hand moves to blindly tug on the hem of Maddy's underwear. “Fuck. take them off.”

Maddy's stomach tightens in anticipation as she swiftly does as her alpha asks. Whilst removing her panties she watches as Rue pulls her slacks further down to her knees, her cock now fully erect once more.

Although, before they can do much else, the alpha is seen busying herself with the glove compartment directly in front of her; she rummages through it for something.

Maddy quickly grows impatient, she is aching to feel Rue inside of her– she needs it so badly she could scream. “What are you looking for?”

“Condoms.” Rue explains, and it only makes the omega sigh.

She reaches over only to slam the glove compartment shut, not allowing Rue a moment to contest it before she maneuvers herself to straddle the alpha.

Her dress rides further up her thighs, and she takes advantage of their proximity, sitting down firmly on her girlfriend's lap.

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Maddy braces her hands on Rue's shoulders as she begins to grind against the underside of the alpha's cock slowly, holding back another needy whimper that threatens to escape.

“What are you scared of?” Maddy decides to taunt– for the hell of it. “Don't you want to get me pregnant? I think I'd look sexy, my belly all swollen with your baby.”

Rue's hands remain resting on Maddy’s waist as her expression contorts into one of shock.

“Well– Uh–” The alpha attempts to speak but she only manages stuttered noises, and Maddy doesn't suppress her amusement.

“I'm just kidding, Rue.” She renders affectionately, threading her fingers through the alpha's hair as she continues to grind against her hardened shaft.

“I'll take Plan B later– we don't need a condom.” She assures simply, kissing Rue's cheek, and then her neck. All in an effort to persuade.

A shiver of excitement runs through her body as she feels the alpha responding to her touch, Rue's cock pulses against her.

“I want it inside me, please.” Maddy tries once more, and the alpha’s resolve finally shatters.

With a strangled grunt, she reaches in between their bodies to grip her own cock, quickly guiding the tip towards Maddy's entrance.

Rue doesn't allow another moment to pass before fully sheathing herself inside of the other woman, filling her to the hilt.

Maddy let's out a cry at the sudden sensation, and it is swiftly followed by a louder moan. The alpha's cock stretches her out so much it is painful– she can't get enough of the feeling.

“Ride it, baby.” Rue coaxes, and the feeling of her hands squeezing her ass harshly makes Maddy tremble with need once more.

She does as her alpha asks, lifting herself up until only the tip of Rue's shaft is inside of her before letting herself be filled once more.

Maddy does so repeatedly, her breathing grows louder and more ragged with every beat that passes.

“..so beautiful.” Rue praises breathlessly as she watches her girlfriend move against her lap, and Maddy only manages another whine in response. She throws her head back with a loud cry as the alpha's cock touches a particularly sensitive spot within her, again and again.

Rue takes the opportunity to pull down the omega's dress slightly to reveal her chest. As Maddy steadily approaches her release, the alpha leans in to take one of her breasts into her mouth.

Maddy releases a shaky moan at the sensation of her girlfriend keenly licking and sucking on her nipples. Her body swiftly responds to this in kind– the orgasm that washes over her is sudden and violent. It makes the omega tremble uncontrollably, her body falling forward against Rue's as she continues to relish in it.

“Fuck, Rue–” Maddy utters weakly into the crook of the alpha's neck, the feeling of Rue's fingers in her hair helps restore her to herself.

“I've got you, angel.” The alpha coos, and it makes Maddy's heart soar with affection and want.

She leans back slightly to kiss her girlfriend again, and Rue doesn't hesitate to deepen the kiss, their tongues reunite for a feverish embrace.

Maddy now becomes acutely aware of the hardened length still sheathed inside of her. As she resumes a slow motion with her hips, Rue lets out a low moan, pulling away from the kiss to mutter another curse.

Maddy continues grinding, the alpha's cock manages to hit every delicate part within her, repeatedly. It makes her weak, and already so close to a second orgasm.

She kisses Rue again, but this time it is sloppy and unpracticed, both women are now incoherent and panting heavily.

“I love you.. and your perfect dick– so much.” Maddy mutters, she holds the alpha close by the crook of her neck as she begins to move slightly faster.

"Fuck–” Rue says in response, her voice unsteady and strained. The indication of her nearing climax urges Maddy to continue, she bites the flesh on the alphas neck, deliberately leaving a mark before soothing it with her tongue.

“Maddy– I'm going to cum.” The alpha explains, rushed, as she tries to lift Maddy off her lap.

Her attempt is met with a whine of protest, the omega only holds onto her girlfriend tighter as a result, grinding harder against Rue's cock.

“No– I want to feel it. please. Fill me, alpha.” Maddy begs, punctuating her words by deliberately clenching around the other woman's girth.

That does it.

With another gasp and moan, Rue reaches her peak once again, this time releasing ropes of her thick, warm seed inside of the omega, filling her up just as she asked.

Maddy lets out a noise of contentment, the sight of Rue coming undone beneath her was addicting. She finally feels sated– how she had longed to be filled by her alpha tonight.

Rue is still panting heavily as she runs her fingers through Maddy's hair tenderly, urging her girlfriend to look at her.

A smile soon graces both of their features as their eyes meet. “I love you, so much.” Rue declares, and Maddy leans in to kiss her one more time before responding.

“I love you.”

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Queen Cersei Lannister

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Hi! I really love ur stories! And I hope u don't mind me requesting a cersei lannister x Rhaegar smut?

i don't exactly have any experience writing straight smut so i don't know.. i could possibly do it with genderbent/fem rhaegar though lol

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could you do a hermione story on when they first met and maybe the build up to them getting together? ❤️

if this is something y'all actually want then yes, definitely can! 💙

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would you ever consider writing something cersei x fem reader? possibly smut

i have already written a few (will link them below) but if you wish for me to write something different, just send me the prompt you have in mind and i'll see what i can do! :)

cersei x fem!reader oneshots:

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your hermione story so flawless i’ve been so obsessed with it. i constantly find myself going back and rereading the story 🫶🏻

wow this genuinely makes me so happy to hear! 🫶🏾 the reception to the story has honestly been lovely to see and to know that my writing is appreciated is truly more than i could've ever hoped for. thank you so much for your support and your kind words :)) i really do appreciate it!

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Omg I love your account and the stories you’ve been writing for Hermione !! Do you think in the near future you would write another story prompt of YN and Hermione’s wedding night, from your poll that you had a couple months ago that was in second place I think?

ahh thank you so much, that means the world to me! and i totally would write it, if it is still something people want :) also if you or anyone out there has prompts they wish me to write, feel free to send it in and i'll see what i can do! thank you sm again for your kind words 🩷🩷

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I Choose Her | Stand Alone Series: Chapter 3

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Summary: A few years post 'Battle Of Hogwarts', y/n decides to buy her and Hermione a home that they can move into as newlyweds.

Pairing: Hermione x Reader

Wordcount: 2.8k

Warnings: smut, jealous hermione, g!p reader, dom hermione (in theory), penis in vagina sex, cunnilingus, possesive hermione is hot, porn very little plot

Note: hello! so i've had this drafted for months but just never had the motivation to finish it but i finally forced myself to write since i was missing hermione, so here it is :) this isn't an original idea (loosely inspired by a scene in a film) and i'm embarrassed to admit which movie gave me the idea so i won't say it but iykyk. anyway, enjoy!

Taglist: @aweidlich @xxsekhmet @poppyflower-22 @cocoyeehaw @blackbirdv98 @arcturusseer @cherryflavoredcoke @js-a-writer @baylegend6 @t-wylia @raven-ss @unexpected-character @brocoliisscared @aki-ham @theheartwants-what-itwants

"Make a left here." You say as you point to the turn coming ahead. Hermione merely scoffs, begrudgingly turning the steering wheel.

"Will you just tell me where you're taking us?" She asks, your wife's brows are furrowed the same way it has been the entire drive, but still, you don't give in.

Shaking your head, you respond. "Have patience, darling.. you'll see soon enough."

Although that does nothing to soothe Hermione's curiosity; her scowl only deepens.

She takes her eyes off the road for a moment to glare at you. "You know that I hate surprises."

"Oh you'll like this one, I'm sure of it." You declare with a certain conviction, soon leaning in to place a chaste kiss on Hermione's cheek.

As you almost earn a smile, you continue to kiss along Hermione's jaw before reaching up to part her hair away and doing the same on the shell of her ear.

You nip at it, and this time Hermione doesn't fight back her giggle as she squirms, shrugging you off. “Stop it, you rogue– I'm driving.” Your wife warns, and you eventually relent, leaning back in your seat as you travel further into the outskirts of London.

Gone is the bustling city, now there is only a long winding road, shaded with tall oak trees.

For a while it seems as though the journey may never end, but soon enough, a large property comes into view.

Ten acres of wood and stone, the house sits perfectly at the end of the road. It remains still and empty, abandoned for nearly a century, but it is a glorious sight nonetheless.

“Why have you brought me here?” Hermione questions as she slows the car, before it eventually comes to a complete halt.

You don't respond just yet, your bottom lip is set in between your lips in excitement as you unbuckle your seatbelt before climbing out of the vehicle.

Hermione follows suit, eager for an explanation.

You step in front of the car before speaking.

“You once told me.. when we were looking for places to stay in London, that you liked the look of this house. So I bought it.” You explain with a growing smile, glancing at the home once more.

As you take in the sight of the house and the surrounding scenery, Hermione stares at you as though you had gone mad, but inevitably, a smile also graces her delicate features.

“You are a complete imbecile.” Your wife remarks, although there is no bite to her words. It is cushioned even further with the way she practically jumps into your arms.

You chuckle as your hand rests on the small of Hermione's back. She clings to you, enthusiastically peppering kisses all over your face.

You wince at the contact, but a grin tugs on the corners of your mouth all the same. “I've made a good decision then?”

“Yes, it's- I love it. Reminds me of the lakehouse my parents owned.” Hermione admits.

She takes a step back, keeping her hands on your shoulders as she marvels at the large house with an almost childlike wonder.

Your chest brims with pride at her expression, and you proceed to intertwine your hands with Hermione's so you may walk together.

“Come, let's go see inside.” You urge, giving your wife's arm a tug, but she doesn't budge.

Instead Hermione pulls you back towards her, capturing your lips with her own for a searing kiss, her grip remains firm on your collar.

As your fingers get lost in her hair, you move to deepen the kiss, however you are abruptly interrupted by the sound of another car pulling into the driveway.

“Ah, that must be the muggle architect I hired.” You state watching as the silver car parked next to your own.

“Look, we don't have to change a thing if you don't want to.. but I figured it would be good to have a second opinion.” You express and Hermione swiftly nods, her hand remains on the nape of your neck as you both turn your attention to the curly haired brunette that emerges from the car.

The woman smiles at you as she approaches.

“Mrs Y/N, it is a pleasure to finally meet you.” The architect greets, surprising you by pulling you into a hug.

After the initial shock subsided, you stiffly embrace her in return, before shifting your gaze towards Hermione.

“This is my wife, Hermione.” You introduce, and the architect finally releases you from her hold.

“Hermione, I am Emilia.” The woman says, only regarding your wife with a firm handshake in contrast.

“This location is excellent, I am going to build you a fabulous house.” Emilia avows, her hand somehow finds your shoulder this time. Her touch lingers uncomfortably, and you catch the way Hermione is staring daggers at the other woman.

You clear your throat, deliberately taking your wife's hand in your own. “I'd like to show Hermione inside.”

“Ofcourse.” Emilia beams, but her smile doesn't reach her eyes. “This way.”

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On the inside, the house appears somehow worse for wear. The walls are caked in dust, the wallpaper and paint cracking, but it is expected, and the interior remains gorgeous nonetheless.

More importantly, you know that Hermione prefers houses like this, one with a rich history.

“This is beautiful.” Your wife gaped as you all stepped into the spacious kitchen.

“Really, you like it?” You inquire, making the mental note of keeping the kitchen as it is.

“Yes, it's perfect Y/n.” Hermione utters as she walks around the room, inspecting the aged furnishings.

“Good.” You mutter with a relieved sigh as you take off your blazer to hang it over the barstool.

“It's hot in here, isn't it?” Emilia's voice is sudden as she enters the kitchen with a roll of blueprints in hand.

“That's why I think it would be best to get rid of this old brick and instead replace it with some temperature resistant concrete.” The architect suggests, but as you open your mouth to respond you are distracted by the way Hermione falls in next to you.

She drapes her arm around your shoulder in an almost possessive fashion, her body is flush against your own, as though to eliminate any chance of space in between you.

You wrap your own arm around her waist as a way to reciprocate.

Emilia proceeds to roll out the blueprint onto the kitchen island so the three of you may look at it. “So, this is what I have in mind.”

“A state of the art, self-sufficient smart home. Marine steel with self-cleaning glass, a guest wing and an entertaining area to the west.” She continues, and you notice the way Hermione tilts her head as the architect speaks.

You know your wife well enough to understand that she only does so when she disapproves of something.

“and this, infinity pool” Emilia says as she points to the top half of the blueprint. “It will overlook a gorgeous view of the lake.” She finishes, unnecessarily reaching across the island to touch your arm.

You clench your jaw, now starting to grow agitated with the architect’s incessant attempts to flirt with you right in front of Hermione.

You feel the way your wife's hold on you tightens, she clears her throat before addressing Emilia directly.

“So you plan to tear the entire house down?” Your wife challenges and Emilia flashes an insincere smile once more.

“Why not? It is incredibly dated.” The architect remarks, glancing at you for a reaction.

“I like it, it has character.” Hermione interjects, she threads her fingers through your hair, now demanding your attention.

You hear Emilia scoff, she continues to address your wife in a condescending tone. “Well, a new house would be a statement. Ecologically efficient– truthfully these older homes are very impractical.”

“Eitherway, it's up to you.” Emilia speaks to you directly, her fingers brushing your forearm once more.

The architect's lack of subtlety makes your brows knit together in annoyance, you look to Hermione to find her wearing a similar look on her face. Although you also notice the way her sharp gaze is now brimming with anger.

“Actually it is up to my wife. What Hermione says goes.” You declare, squeezing Hermione's waist reassuringly before removing yourself so you may look at the pool table in the study.

As you explore further, you somewhat manage to overhear the things Hermione is saying to the architect.

“Please stop speaking to my wife as if I weren't here.” Even in a hushed tone, your wife's frustration is palpable.

You can hear Emilia's chuckle, laced with condescension, no doubt, although as she tries to respond, Hermione interrupts. “This is not your prestige project, this is going to be my home.”

“If you want this job, I suggest you stop making eyes at my wife and keep your hands to yourself.” Your wife concludes firmly and only silence follows afterwards.

As you wait for a response from Emilia, you reach out for the eight ball atop the pool table, fiddling with it.

The architect soon speaks, and you listen closely in added intrigue.

“That is ridiculous, Hermione I would never–” Emilia attempts to continue the farce, but Hermione refuses to tolerate the disrespect any longer.

Your wife sighs. “I have decided this is not going to work, my wife and I don't require your services after all.”

“What? I–” Emilia stutters in evident shock, but Hermione's patience has been stretched thin.

“Do shut the door on your way out– drive safe.” Hermione instructs curtly, and more stunned silence follows before you finally hear the rustling of papers followed by the echo of footsteps heading towards the front door.

As you hear the door shut, the noise is swiftly followed by more footsteps, Hermione's heels against the hardwood flooring as she enters the room you are currently standing in.

You observe the way your wife is looking at you; she appears almost like a predator, staking her claim.

“She's gone?” You ask the obvious and Hermione nods, she gets close enough to wrap her arms around your neck.

“I think you should hire someone else.” She states in a lighthearted tone and you let out a huff in amusement, your hands find Hermione's waist as you reply. “Alright, darling, I will.”

Hermione hums in satisfaction before leaning in, her lips meet your own for a heated kiss.

You only break away once your chest is heaving.

“I've been in the presence of actual Death Eaters, and you are more intimidating than most of them.” You quip and Hermione smirks at your statement, but otherwise, she continues to look at you in a way that suggests she wasn't exactly in the mood for conversation.

“Shall we see the rest of the house?” You attempt, and your wife shakes her head in disagreement.

“Not yet.” Hermione contends and your breath hitches in your throat as her hand finds your rear, harshly holding you in place.

“You're mine.” She asserts and this time you smile, matching her intense gaze.

“Yes. All yours, my sweet.” You seal your promise by kissing the column of Hermione's throat. Your wife's hand shifts to the back of your head in approval as she bares her neck to you.

You continue to kiss her, earning a breathy moan as you sucked on her tender flesh, Hermione proceeds to tug on your hair so she may guide your mouth towards her own once more.

She kisses you passionately, open mouthed and wanting, Hermione's tongue clashes against your own repeatedly as her hands roamed your frame.

*

Eventually, her palm settles on your groin over your slacks, and you aren't able to fully comprehend what was happening before you can feel Hermione's enchantment working.

The shaft begins to form within your underwear, and the familiar sensation causes you to groan, it is only heightened as Hermione boldly palms your cock.

“Hermione–” You barely manage as your lips separate for an instant; your wife doesn't speak, but the gleam in her stare still manages to send a thrill through your body.

“My love, please–” You find yourself muttering pathetically, as you ground yourself into her touch.

Hermione gives your shaft one last squeeze before pulling her hand away. “I know, baby” Your wife coos, and you watch as she lifts her dress up to her thighs before languidly removing her black laced underwear.

“I want to feel your mouth first.” She admits as she settles her rear atop the edge of the pool table.

As Hermione parts her legs, you don't need to be told what to do next.

You kneel before her eagerly, trailing a path of wet kisses along her inner thigh before your tongue inevitably makes contact with her hot, weeping core.

Hermione gasps aloud at the sensation of your tongue on her heat. Her fist clenches in your hair once more as you begin to pleasure her with your mouth.

“Yes..” Hermione moans and you slide your tongue skillfully in between her folds. You repeat the motion a few times before settling your mouth over her sensitive clit so you can suck on it.

Hermione is already trembling once you slip your tongue inside of her. You revel in the way your wife moans aloud.

You soon break away to lap at her folds, and as your tongue makes contact with her clit again, Hermione finally comes undone.

Your wife throws her head back as her climax rips through her. You hold onto her thighs as she writhes, her hold on the back of your head is painful, in truth, but you don't care.

“Y/n,” Hermione utters breathlessly, as you place one last peck upon her swollen folds before standing up to meet her in an urgent kiss.

**

Your wife does not waste anymore time, matching your eagerness as her hands find your belt. She unclasps it with trembling hands, and you moan as she slips one hand inside of your slacks to grip the base of your shaft.

Her thumb then traces the tip of your cock before assisting you in pulling off your pants completely. As you kick them off, Hermione doesn't let go of your length, leaning back onto the pool table.

You swiftly follow her lead, as though in a trance, climbing on top of your wife.

Hermione hastily pulls down the top of her dress until they fall to reveal her breasts. You then eagerly take them in your mouth, licking and sucking on her hard nipples. Your lover rewards you with more gasps of pleasure.

Hermione tugs on your hair habitually, and once your face is hovering over her own, your wife kisses you again, stroking your length simultaneously.

You feel her leg settle around your waist as she lines up the tip of your cock to her entrance.

Meeting her halfway, you move in a fluid motion, and soon you are sheathed inside of her to the hilt. The moan that rips out of Hermione afterwards causes your cock to twitch desperately inside of her.

"Fuck–” You groan, retracting your hips slightly before pushing deep inside of her once more.

Your wife's nails begin to dig into your back through your blouse, you can feel the way she is desperately trying to pull you closer.

You oblige her, your mouth eventually finds the base of Hermione's jaw as you continue to pump in and out of her at an urgent pace.

Hermione is incoherent, she is mewling and whimpering with every movement of your hips as your cock never fails to reach just the right spots within her after each thrust.

“Y/n– don't stop” Your wife eventually manages through her heavy pants, and you can already sense her second orgasm approaching.

You don't stop, instead, bracing your hands on either side of her head, you lift yourself up before rutting into her wildly. The lewd noises of your joining fills the vast room, and Hermione's whimpers soon morph into a loud moan as she reaches her peak on your cock.

The way the walls of her cunt flutters around your shaft was maddening, and the sudden gush of arousal that coats your girth instigates your own release.

Your entire body tenses as you orgasm, mere seconds after your wife.

Your heavy breathing matches Hermione's as you collapse on top of her, for awhile all you can feel is her arms and legs draped around you, along with her soft lips against your ear.

“Perhaps I should make you jealous more often.” You mutter in a playful tone once you regain your bearings.

Your joke earns a firm slap from Hermione, one that lands directly on your bare rear.

“Don't get any ideas.” Your wife warns sternly.

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Come Out And Haunt Me | Pt. 2

Cersei Lannister x Catelyn Tully

Summary: When her raven goes unanswered, queen Cersei Lannister decides to pay the Starks a visit herself.

Wordcount: 3.5k

Disclaimers: non traditional omegaverse, smut, power play, angst, alpha cersei lannister, omega catelyn stark, cheating

Note: so literally no one asked for this but here it is anyway :D

as usual smut after asterisks, enjoy !

In truth, Catelyn had never once encountered a welcome feast that was quite so agonizing.

The evening was moving along slowly and any unease the omega feels has only been amplified by Cersei's relentlessly bold advances.

The alpha had insisted that they sit by each other tonight; knowing Catelyn would have no choice but to oblige her.

The Lady of Winterfell has quickly learnt to regret not disputing the alpha's demand, now she is forced to endure their proximity for a good portion of the feast.

The alpha's scent made it nearly impossible for Catelyn to think or focus on anything else entirely, and everytime their hands brushed, she found herself fighting the urge to seek more of Cersei’s touch.

-

At last, the servants bring out the final course for the night, and Catelyn doesn't hold back a relieved sigh. Auburn locks drift across her face as she lets her head droop; the omega is glad of any reason to conceal her weariness.

Although witnessing this only urged Cersei to reach out for her, tucking a strand of hair behind Catelyn's ear.

Catelyn tenses at the contact, she instinctively glances at Taena, who is sat across the hall. The queen consort is still busy fussing over her young children.

The very children she bore for Cersei.

This realization alone makes Catelyn feel ill. She yearns to retire to her bedchambers, she needs to be alone, at least until morning, once she's amassed the strength to take part in this mummer's farce.

Cersei appears to only take pleasure in her visible discomfort as she speaks her next words. "You look beautiful this evening."

The queen's comment makes Catelyn tense up once more, this time she neglects Cersei's attempt at grabbing her hand.

Despite the blush rapidly creeping up her neck, the omega scoffs.

"Will you stop that?" She hisses, and Cersei wears a look of confusion that only manages to enrage the other woman even more. 

"What?" The queen feigns innocence.

"You dare gawk at me whilst your wife is busy tending to the children– your children." Catelyn challenges through gritted teeth, she then forces a neutral expression when she catches Ned peering their way.

She lifts her goblet up to her lips, allowing a large swig at an attempt to mask her agitation.

Cersei scoffs, disinterested in entertaining the omega's grievances.

"I will do as I please, Cat. I am the queen." The alpha claims boldly, and Catelyn just barely suppresses the urge to roll her eyes.

Cersei is just as impossible now as she was in their youth.

Catelyn shifts uncomfortably in her seat once more– she can hardly endure this any longer. The alpha proves to be as much a temptation as she is an irritant.

She must leave.

However, just as the omega had mustered the strength to rise from her seat, Cersei speaks with her voice raised, suddenly beckoning for their daughter. "Sansa, come here little dove." 

Catelyn is now tense for an entirely different reason, she glares at Cersei as she anxiously attempts to read the alpha's next move.

As always, the queen's intentions leave Catelyn perplexed.

Cersei is virtually impenetrable. She is unpredictable and impossible to decipher.

Qualities Catelyn once found admirable has now become something she can hardly stomach. 

She loves Cersei, and she hates her the same. 

-

Sansa stands before the queen dutifully, her manner sweet and innocent.

Their daughter only speaks once spoken to.

"Your dress, it is very pretty.. Did you make it?" Cersei asks, and the way Sansa visibly beams at her sire's interest makes Catelyn ache.

"Yes I did, Your Grace." Sansa responds, clasping her hands together at an attempt to conceal her excitement.

"Such a talent, I hope you'll make something for me." The queen returns with a disarming smile.

The young girl's grin covers her face as she nods in response. "I will, Your Grace." 

Catelyn feels the alpha clasp her hand underneath the table, this time she allows it to happen; despite herself.

"Your mother and I spent our youth together, did you know that?" The alpha admits, and Sansa is now wide eyed as she looks to her mother.

Catelyn forces a light chuckle, masking the gnawing feeling in her belly. Sansa's obvious curiosity weighs heavily on her, no doubt the young girl will want to know more.

But before the omega can attempt to address her daughter, Cersei elaborates.

"She was always better than me with a needle, I suppose I was more competent with a sword." The queen continues, this time Sansa produces a good natured chuckle of her own, genuine intrigue covering the young girl's features.

"The other ladies at court would poke fun at me, but your mother, she was always kind." Cersei adds, her hand still firmly holding Catelyn's underneath the table.

Sansa gaped in child-like manner as she responds. "Really?"

The alpha nods, a wistful smile tugs on the corners of her mouth.

For a fleeting moment, Catelyn wonders if the alpha was fighting back tears of her own. "Yes. and I see you take after her in a lot of ways.. don't ever lose that heart of yours, Sansa.

"It is a rare and precious thing." The alpha declares, and Catelyn heart clenches painfully in her chest.

Sansa remains none the wiser as she nods once more. "I understand, Your Grace." 

A pregnant pause fills the air between them before Catelyn sucks in a shaky breath as she pries her hand out of Cersei’s grip. "Sansa, the hour has grown late. Will you check on your brothers? Make sure they get to their bedchambers safely. Rickon, he enjoys wandering off when your father and I aren't watching."

Sansa's smile falters at that, but she keeps her thoughts to herself as she nods. "Yes, mother." 

Once the young girl takes her leave, there is only a tense silence, before Cersei speaks again. "What a fine young woman she's grown to become. Sansa truly is the best of us both."

Catelyn bites in the inside of her cheek as unshed tears begin to restrict her vision once more.

She has wanted this; for so long she wished to hear Cersei acknowledge their daughter openly. Yet now that it is finally happening, she feels nothing but a deep resentment, and sorrow. 

It is not enough, and far too late.

Catelyn scoffs, indignant, as she rises from her seat, she speaks her parting words. "Your impertinence truly knows no limits, my queen.”

The omega ignores Cersei's attempts at stopping her as she pushes through the crowd; she doesn't stop walking until she makes it out of Winterfell's great hall. 

The cold air meets her like a slap in the face, but it is a welcomed sensation, as it helps expel most of the alpha's scent that has managed to cling onto her for the past few hours.

Catelyn wraps her sheepskin shawl around herself as she continues to walk, the omega does not stop until she reaches the bedchambers she shares with Ned.

She shuts the door, stripping herself of her scarf before settling in front of the large fire currently burning in the hearth.

Catelyn stands for a while, as she warms her hands. Once she stopped shaking from the cold, the omega wrapped her arms around her own frame  and it was only then she allowed her tears to fall freely.

A beat passes and she is forced to choke back a sobs when she hears the heavy wooden door opening. The omega sighs, mentally readying herself to face Ned as she hears the click of the latch locking in place.

Footsteps approach and Catelyn's breath catches in her throat. She had anticipated the harsh brutish touch of her husband, and yet, it never came. What she feels instead is something much better: a warm, practiced embrace. 

Cersei's presence envelops her senses, and it only makes the omega sob. She doesn't suppress the urge this time, leaning into the alpha's embrace willingly.

Catelyn despises how comfortable she feels within the queen's arms. 

With Ned, she always found it difficult to be at ease; he handled her in a way that made her feel small; not protected.

“You cannot be in here.” Catelyn protests weakly, and as expected, Cersei ignores it.

“Why do you weep?” The queen's words are accompanied by the feeling of her arms tightening around Cat's frame.

“I– I just–” The omega struggles to find the words; a decade's worth of thoughts and feelings left unsaid.

“Tell me.” Cersei coaxes gently, brushing the other woman's hair back so she may kiss her neck.

Catelyn sighs at the contact, her resolve weakening with every new gesture.

“All I ever wanted was to be with you.” The omega admits, and she senses the way Cersei studies her expression.

“I am here now.” The queen concedes, placing another tender kiss against Cat's jaw.

“Come to King's Landing, and you can be with me properly.” Cersei suggests, wiping the tear that has managed to make its way down Catelyn's cheek.

The omega then shakes her head in frustration, turning to face Cersei properly– the queen merely shifts her hands down towards her waist, but she fails to release her; and Catelyn does not want her to.

“You want me to come to King's Landing and serve as your hand, and what else? Your whore?” Catelyn spat, but the alpha's composed demeanor remains unchanging, if not softening ever so slightly.

“You don't have to serve as anything, just be with me.” Cersei remarks, cupping the other woman's face in her calloused hands.

Catelyn's eyes flutter shut for a moment, she makes the feeble attempt at shoving the alpha away with a hand on her chest. “It is not that simple and you know it.” 

“Is it not?” Cersei challenges, leaning into the other woman's touch purposefully.

*

Catelyn doesn't say anything else, her gaze shifts towards Cersei's mouth as her grip on the alpha's collar tightens. Before she can consider it properly, her lips crash against Cersei's for a desperate kiss.

Their mouths move against each other continuously, and the alpha pulls a whimper out of Catelyn as she slips her tongue into her mouth.

As one of Cersei's hands remains on her waist, Cat redirects the other towards the small of her back.

Cersei obliges, and soon it feels as though no time has passed. Suddenly they are girls again; every light touch and caress sets both of their bodies aflame.

As the kiss intensifies, the alpha's hand moves lower. Cersei earns another light moan as she squeezes Catelyn's rear.

The queen now confidently breaks away, leaning down to kiss the swell of the other woman's breasts.

“Cersei–” Catelyn mutters breathlessly as she grips a fistful of golden curls, an attempt to tug the queen's head back.

“We can't, not here– Ned, he might come in.” She states, although her effort at voicing the concern sounds half-hearted at best.

“He won't. I bolted the door.” Cersei remarks swiftly.

The queen's response is entirely expected, and yet, Catelyn struggles to find an argument. She doesn't say anything else, but she doesn't kiss Cersei again either.

**

The alpha now wears a strained look, one of need and desperation as she grabs Catelyn's hand, guiding it to the bulge over her breeches. “Do you feel that? How much I want you.. I missed you, Cat. So much.” 

The omega gasps as her palm makes contact with Cersei's erection. The feeling of it against her hand, accompanied with the alpha's gaze makes it nearly impossible for her to think clearly.

At this moment Catelyn has to actively fight the urge to bare her neck, and let the alpha take her. 

Cersei has been testing her restraint all night, in truth. She is certain the alpha enjoys seeing her come apart because of her; but she refuses to give her the satisfaction. 

At least, not yet. 

Catelyn decides that she wants Cersei to work for what she wants, even if only for a short while.

“Is this really for me?” She proceeds to taunt, purposefully squeezing the other woman's cock in her hand. The low grunt she manages to extract from Cersei only works to excite her.

“Yes, my sweet. You make me insane.” Cersei responds. Her voice strained with arousal as she bucks her hips against the omega's hand, urgently seeking more friction.

Catelyn hums in response, she revels in the alpha's desperation for a moment longer before speaking again.

“Tell me, then. Tell me what you want.” She coaxes as she leans closer to kiss Cersei's jaw, her hand still firmly pressed against her hardness.

“I want– I want to make love to you, like I used to. I want to touch.. and kiss all the parts of your body you had once reserved only for me.” The queen says and Catelyn's heart clenches at the admittance.

The longing she feels is swiftly followed by an ache in her core that she can no longer ignore. 

“I never stopped being yours, Cersei. Not once.” The omega utters, finally closing the gap between them to kiss her lover again.

“Touch me, please.” Catelyn breathes in between open mouthed kisses. “I ache for you, my alpha.” She pleads, and Cersei loses what is left of her resolve.

The queen kisses Catelyn's neck hungrily, groping at her chest before working to unlace her bodice. 

She helps Catelyn slip out of it quickly before assisting the omega with her gown. As the fabric pools to the floor beneath her feet, Cersei meets her halfway, stripping herself off her own tunic.

Now standing half naked before her, Catelyn begins to trace her fingers across the alpha's toned torso, her lips parted; as though entranced by the sight. 

Catelyn then finds Cersei's bulge once more, she palms at it greedily, earning another guttural noise from alpha. 

“Gods– come here.” Cersei instructs as she tugs on the omega's arm, guiding her towards the bed. 

Cersei stops by the edge, unlacing her breeches in haste. Her gaze never leaves Catelyn as she does so. 

“Take that off.” She commands, and the omega removes her smallclothes as she is told, without protest.

Catelyn now stands bare and wanting, her chest heaving with anticipation. Her breath soon catches in her throat as she feels Cersei pull her in by the waist, capturing her mouth with her own for another searing kiss.

She can now feel the tip of the alpha's erection pressing up against her stomach, and Catelyn almost feels a sense of humiliation. What they are doing feels unseemly, utterly indecent, and still– it exhilarates her.

She wants the alpha to take her, as she used to.

“Please, Cersei, take me. Take what's yours.” Catelyn pleads, her voice reduced to a whine.

Cersei looks at her in a way that makes the omega want to cower. Yet it sends a thrill up her spine all the same. 

The queen places a tender kiss on her cheek before stepping back to sit on the edge of the bed.

Catelyn does not need to be instructed any further, she straddles Cersei's lap and does so eagerly. Her wet heat now flush against the alpha's shaft.

She lets out a shuddering gasp as Cersei's mouth makes contact with her sensitive breasts. Now taken over by her desires, she begins to grind against the alpha's lap wantonly. 

“Fuck– you are so wet.” Cersei groans at the sensation, her grip on Catelyn's waist tightening.

“I need you, please.” Catelyn begs again, bracing her hands on the alpha's shoulders. 

Cersei places one last kiss in between the other woman's breasts before reaching down to grab the base of her own shaft. She lines the tip of her cock up to Catelyn's entrance, but she doesn't push herself in just yet. 

“Go on, my sweet. Show me how much you need me. I want to feel it.” She asserts.

With the alpha's guidance, Catelyn finally lowers herself onto her cock. 

The cry that escapes her is involuntary. The omega stills for a moment, trying to get used to the heady feeling as Cersei fills her to the hilt.

The alpha feels so thick and hard inside of her, Catelyn senses she might reach her peak already. 

“Show me, my good girl.” Cersei demands once more, and all the omega manages is a whimper in response as she begins to move against Cersei's lap.

Catelyn moans aloud every time the alpha's cock hits just the right spot within her. Cersei's shaft is so large that she can feel every twitch and pulse, and it pushes her even closer to the edge.

The omega grows more emboldened with every passing moment; she soon begins to bounce on the other woman's shaft, gasping in pleasure every time the tip is pressed into her womb.

“Gods– you are perfect.” Cersei praises, her hands begin kneading the omega's breasts as she allows her to take her pleasure from her.

Catelyn wants to speak, but all that manages to leave her is a strained mewl.

Amidst the intense ecstasy she is experiencing, her gaze shifts towards the reading chair in the far corner; one that belongs to her husband.

Any shame Catelyn ought to feel is dulled in this moment. She should be remorseful; but she isn't.

The fact is, it was never like this with Ned. He never understood how to touch her, or what she enjoyed.

It has never once been like this with him.

Cersei groans as Catelyn suddenly steadies her movements into a slow grind against her cock once more. The feeling of the omega's walls clenching desperately around her girth accompanied by the lewd noises that fill the room nearly makes the alpha lose all of her restraint. 

Catelyn is just as incoherent, her gasps and moans coming more frequently now as her hips jerk in an uncontrolled rhythm. 

“Are you close?” Cersei asks, already knowing the answer. 

A faint smirk tugs on her mouth as she watches the omega nod, Catelyn wears a strained expression, her gaze unfocused. “Yes, I- I'm close.” 

Cersei then decides to heighten her lover's climax even further, she places a firm hand on the small of Catelyn's back before thrusting her hips up against the omega, driving her cock deep and hard inside of her, over and over. 

“Cersei–” Catelyn cries out, her hands blindly grasping at the alpha in an effort to steady herself. 

The queen winces as her lover grabs ahold of her curls harshly. Although, this only urges her to fuck the other woman harder.

With one more thrust and then another, Catelyn's body trembles uncontrollably, a loud, unrestrained moan leaves her as she reaches her peak, her head thrown back in pleasure. 

Cersei lets out a moan of her own as she feels the omega's sudden gush of arousal dripping down her shaft. 

Catelyn's body grows slack immediately after, her chest is still heaving violently as she rests her head on the alpha's broad shoulder.

“By the Gods��” She mutters weakly, and Cersei seems to find some amusement in her current state, as she chuckles.

“I am not finished with you yet.” The alpha promises, and Catelyn welcomes the shudder that runs through her body.

She eventually regains enough strength to lift her head, the omega proceeds to trail kisses along Cersei's neck and jaw, before eventually meeting the alpha's lips with her own. 

“I love you.” She mutters against Cersei's mouth without thinking too much of it, and the queen's smirk now grows into a real smile.

“I love you too, Cat. I always have.” Cersei declares in return before threading her fingers through her lover's dark hair. 

“Now, get on your hands and knees for me.” The alpha commands, reaching back to pat the bed with her unoccupied hand.

[claymoresword]

Physical affection with Jinx

H E A D C A N O N S

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Jinx x fem!reader

cw: mentions of nsfw, hallucinations

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Jinx is such a touch-starved girl.

She doesn’t shy away from physical contact, but paradoxically, it can catch her off-guard if she’s not the one initiating it—blame it on her childhood.

As you get to know her, start off gently with some light taps that get her attention.

She’ll often nudge your shoulder, drag her nails across your arm or leg as you’re talking, doodle on your skin, or simply grab your hand as she’s excitedly leading you somewhere.

Jinx is just so curious as to how you’d react, testing the waters.

But once you gain her trust, her innocent touches turn into proper hugs. And I don’t mean duvet-like embraces that let you breathe, but cocoon ones where you can feel every ounce of her as she holds you tightly.

This is the moment you realize she’s now afraid of losing you.

Those hugs come unexpectedly, like a predator pouncing on its prey, and you often stumble from her sheer force.

She’s definitely a waist/torso hugger, and believe it or not, it’s not because of her height but because she genuinely feels safer that way.

Shoulder hugs are traps, so be prepared for a paint bomb to find itself attached to your back.

She will be impressed if you can throw her over your shoulder.

Loves piggyback rides.

Pinky promises. It’s a childish gesture but one that holds enormous significance to her. She would link her finger with yours with those wide, innocent eyes. No take-backs.

– “You know that’s legally binding, right?”

If you’re her first kiss—which, let’s be honest, you probably are—her Jinx persona is nowhere to be found. It’s Powder now, and she’s so cautious as she closes the distance.

Her lips ghost over yours so lightly it almost tickles, but you let her take her time as she grapples with the newfound closeness. You don’t rush her, and when she finally kisses you, it’s slow and tentative. She wants to feel and analyze everything.

– “Was that good?”

As she gains confidence, she starts experimenting with the mix of sensations.

She’s attentive to your reactions, and she soon finds all of your sweet spots.

Will randomly kiss you, and it doesn’t matter where or when.

Forehead kisses, angel kisses, kisses on your neck, earlobes, stomach, hips, thighs… You name it. She adores every single one of them.

She’s the type to swap a piece of candy or gum through a kiss.

Jinx is all about PDA. She wants everyone to know you’re hers.

Hickeys, hickeys, and more hickeys.

Unfortunately, when the wrong people figured out that you’re her partner, it did get you kidnapped once as a way to undermine Silco. Take Jinx’s favorite person away, and she becomes erratic, unfit to carry out his plans.

Heavy on ‘once’ because the hell she brought them was enough to terrify anyone else with the same strategy.

The number of explosions that day alerted Piltover itself.

Talking to Silco and/or Sevika? She’s holding your hand, slightly pushing you behind her in a protective manner. Neither of them approves of your relationship, they deem it a distraction.

Much to Silco’s dismay, she will drag you into most of their private meetings and fidgets with your fingers if she gets bored.

You’re ordering at the bar? She’s either behind you with her arms around your waist or next to you with her hand on your hip as she’s pulling you closer.

You’re on a mission together? There she is, fighting back-to-back with you so she knows you’re there, unharmed. If you’re separated, she can’t concentrate properly anymore, and she keeps seeking you out in between firing her gun. She’s prioritizing your safety over anything else, which has gotten her injured quite a few times.

She insists that she can patch up her wounds herself, but once you see that goddamn stapler approaching a gash, you’re frantically snatching it away from her hands.

You tend to her injuries in such a caring and gentle way that it brings tears to her eyes.

At first, you’re worried you went too deep with the needle as you were stitching her cuts.

– “What’s wrong? Did that hurt? I’m so sorry–”

– “No one has ever done that for me before.”

Whenever the roles are reversed, and you’re the injured one, she’s in a frenzy. She’s muttering to herself as she grabs the first aid kit.

Stern face and furrowed brows, but despite it all, she tries to be delicate—‘tries’ because the voices are making her movements jerky.

– “Are you crazy?! What were you thinking? No, no, she wasn’t thinking at all…”

She will absolutely kiss your wound better afterward.

Cuddle time on her couch after a long day.

She loves it when you sweep her off her feet and carry her bridal style to lay her down.

She likes to be the little spoon but face toward you because your scent and the sound of your heartbeat calm her down.

Occasionally, she’ll be the big spoon to switch it up and make you feel secure, too.

Your presence helps with her night terrors, and she sleeps more often with you around.

But you always wake up with her hair in your mouth, her elbow on your face, and covers on the ground, and she’s snoring—occasionally drooling—in a starfish position.

– “Where the fuck did your pillow go?”

Morning kisses!!!

Morning sex.

Showering and taking baths together.

Hygiene isn’t a big thing in Zaun (shocker), so when you have time to get clean, you do it together. Washing each other’s hair, trying to get all the grime—and occasionally blood—out.

It’s a tender moment that turns entertaining—or sexual—rather quickly.

You’re washing off, and you turn around to see Jinx with a bubble beard, her face completely stoic. She starts pretending to be a Piltovan man as you’re laughing.

Or she’ll come up behind you and press her soapy body to yours as her fingers dip inside you.

Physical affection while she’s working on a project can go two ways:

When she’s confident in her work: She loves having you close, whether it’s by having you sit on her lap and vice versa or grabbing your hands for an impromptu dance break when she’s feeling her playlist. She’s babbling about her ideas and designs, explaining each step as you play with her braids.

When she’s experimenting: Do not come close or she’ll scream. She’ll be too scared to have you near in case she messes up an equation and causes an explosion. She will actually make you go elsewhere as a precaution. But she’ll be more than happy to show you her progress after!

You love painting each other’s nails, but she often chips hers.

She straddles you as she does your makeup and vice versa.

Will use her own saliva to clean up any messes.

Jinx absolutely adores trying out new looks on you, and she treats you like her human canvas.

Not only with makeup but with markers and paint, too.

She will draw out tattoo ideas and judge each placement.

Speaking of tattoos, you constantly trace hers with a light touch that sends shivers down her spine.

Brushing and playing with each other’s hair. She actually melts in your hands once you take her braids out and start massaging her scalp.

Will bite your arm out of excitement. The urge to chomp is just too great.

You comfort her differently depending on how bad her episode gets:

You either hold her impossibly close, hiding her face in your chest as you stroke her hair and start humming or talking about something she loves to ground her.

If she gets to a point where you can’t even approach without her backing away—or worse, getting violent—you dim every bright light and reduce any other stimuli. You don’t call her by her name—neither Jinx nor Powder—as both can trigger her even more. She will use some of her bombs to try and muffle the voices with the sounds of explosions, but you do hide any other weapons. You don’t talk too much or too loudly to not confuse her even more. Once she’s calm enough, it’s back to scenario number 1.

You’re both crying by the time her episode ends.

– “Please… Tell me you’re real.”

Jinx is so in tune with your emotions, and contrary to popular belief, she’s very empathetic.

She notices any tone or mood changes immediately.

If you’re mad at something or someone, she’ll be mad with you, if not even madder. You have her unconditional support because her trinket can do no wrong. She’s tracing her nails down your back or stroking your thigh as you’re rambling.

– “And then Sevika called me incompetent. Can you fucking believe it? How was I supposed to know that they put the shimmer there?!”

– “Sevika’s a bitch. That barrel was totally in your way.”

If you’re mad at her, she’ll spiral. You want to leave to cool down? Nuh-uh. She’s holding you so tightly, shaking like a leaf, that it makes your anger dissipate.

– “Don’t leave me, toots. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I’ll be better.”

If you’re sad or crying, she cups your face in her hands and makes you look at her as she praises you. She wipes every tear away. This is also the only other time she will reach for a hug over your shoulders/around your neck—no paint bombs included. She just wants to cradle your head and soothe you.

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Come Out And Haunt Me

Cersei Lannister x Catelyn Tully Stark

Summary: When her raven goes unanswered, queen Cersei Lannister decides to pay the Starks a visit herself.

Wordcount: 2.4k

Disclaimers: omegaverse, alpha!cersei, omega!catelyn, cheating, angst & fluff, robert baratheon does not exist

Note: hi! so i initially only planned to post this on Ao3 but I've decided to share it here as well

honestly not sure what this is i just had a random burst of energy one night and decided to write it lol

to all 2 of you who clicked on this, welcome! hope you enjoy <3

The parchment clutched tightly in her hands, Catelyn skims the letter once more. As though dwelling would make a difference to the words already etched into the page.

An egregious insult.

Nine years; Catelyn had been forced to wallow in the harsh and cold North. Nine years and she had just managed to find a sort of peace amidst her sorrow.

Ned no longer insists on sharing her bed and her children, aside for Rickon, have all outgrown her attention.

She is finally comfortable.

Perhaps even happy.

Now the queen intends to summon her to King's Landing– like a dog.

The alpha is as bold as she is cruel.

I am not meant to be Hand any more than Cersei is fit to be queen.

Catelyn traces the crimson seal with the pad of her thumb, a war raging within her.

It is a cruel jape, even after everything, she still yearns to be in the alpha's presence once more.

To thread her fingers through golden curls, look upon delicate features in which time has certainly only made more beautiful.

Catelyn scoffs at her own feebleness, she harshly wipes the tears that have already began drying upon her cheeks.

This is all folly.

The omega allows her eyes flutter shut for a moment; she banishes Cersei from her mind.

Wringing the letter in her hands as she rises from her seat, Catelyn storms towards the hearth, eventually feeding the crumpled parchment to the fire.

Cersei Lannister; ever delicate and enchanting. The worst person Catelyn has ever met, once the love of her life.

This is what it has come to; for all of her sins, the Gods see fit to mock her.

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A month has come and gone since the queen sent a raven, and Catelyn is content with the knowledge that Cersei has taken her silence for an answer.

She will not go to King's Landing. She cannot set eyes on the queen once more– for the omega is certain she will not survive it.

"Brandon Stark! How many times must I tell you? No climbing." Catelyn exclaims, she watches her son descend clumsily from the roof.

Bran appears unfazed by his mother's warnings, as always. A genial expression covers his features; the careless joy of a young boy.

"I just saw hundreds of people riding down our road." The boy exclaims amidst a grunt, hoisting himself off the parapet before finally landing on his feet in front of his mother. "I saw a large wheelhouse, with horses.. and men in armor."

"It must be your uncle Benjen and his men who have come to visit your father again." Catelyn decides, but her son pays her no mind as he continues.

"They were carrying crimson banners, with a lion–” Catelyn's expression falls at his son's words. Suddenly she senses a gnawing in her belly, as though she might wretch.

"What did you say– about the banner?" The omega asks as she grabs her son by the shoulder, urging him to look up at her.

"It was crimson, with a yellow lion." Bran repeats as he stares at his mother.

"–Lannisters." Maester Luwin emerges, overhearing their exchange. "Is it possible the queen has come to Winterfell?"

The man asks as he searches Catelyn's expression; she has gone quiet, all colour drained from her face.

"My Lady.." Maester Luwin then attempts to coax a response, with a light hand on Catelyn's forearm.

It restores Cat to her senses just enough to muster a single sentence. "Please, inform my Lord husband. Tell him, the queen is on her way."

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Catelyn smooths out her gown for the dozenth time, not having been given much option or time, she was forced to don a dark blue gown, one that her Lord husband often insists match her eyes.

Although the dye on the fabric has now faded, and the sleeves wrinkled– but it matters not. Most of her dress remains covered by her sheepskin cloak.

Nearly all of her dresses always are. The weather in the North does not warrant beauty, only practicality.

Catelyn breath catches in her throat as she observes the queen's approach. Cersei leads the assembly on a gold and white palfrey, she halts infront of the gates before dismounting her horse with grace.

It is no secret that the years have since done its work on them both. The queen is no longer the young woman she had served at court, the same way Catelyn is no longer a girl of ten and five.

Cersei wears a few wrinkles around her eyes, yet, her beauty remains as ethereal as Catelyn remembers it to be. More than anything, the sight of the alpha makes her ache; she has no choice but to focus her gaze elsewhere.

“Winterfell is yours, Your Grace.” Ned declares after placing a chaste kiss on the back of the queen's hand.

He remains kneeling on the ground as Cersei studies him. She regards him with a piercing emerald stare before instructing him to rise.

“I hope you can forgive my sudden attendance, I have rather urgent business with your wife.” The queen avows, not appearing to be sorry at all.

Whilst Ned is visibly taken aback by Cersei's declaration, any doubt or query he may have on the matter– he keeps to himself.

The Lord of Winterfell steps aside as the queen swiftly turns her attention towards his wife.

“My queen.” Catelyn greets the golden haired woman with a curtsey. The omega only manages to hold Cersei's gaze for a heartbeat before once again, willing herself to look elsewhere.

The alpha moves to reach for Catelyn's hand, but as though just only recalling the importance of propriety, she stops herself.

Cersei is not given a chance to do much else before her wife falls in next to her.

Taena smiles brightly as she envelopes Catelyn within her embrace, without much warning. “Cat, it's been far too long!” The Myrish woman exclaims.

Catelyn feigns a smile of her own, out of courtesy, she embraces the queen consort in return.

“You are just glowing.” Taena states as she breaks away to look at her. Catelyn soon feels a hand upon her cheek.

The omega wears a bashful expression; one that is just as contrived as the other woman's attempt at a compliment.

She gently pries Taena's hand away from her face. “You are far too gracious.. you look well yourself, Your Grace.”

Taena sighs, as though she wishes for Catelyn's words to be true. “Oh, please, I look a fright.”

“We have been travelling for weeks.” She adds, and the glare Taena throws at her wife calls attention to the barely concealed asperity within her tone.

Yet, Cersei only smiles in return, no doubt her way of retaliating to Taena's grievance is to simply ignore it entirely.

She addresses Ned instead. “My Lady wife and I hope to lay in a proper bed tonight.”

“Of course, Your Grace. We have rooms enough to accommodate you both.. and your children, if it please you.” Ned states curtly as he ushers the queen through the gates.

“Good, I look forward to seeing your castle.”

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After a busy morning, Catelyn had decided to lock herself away in her solar for the remainder of the day. In truth, aside for a desperate solution to escaping the queen and her lady wife– solitude was also the only way Catelyn could avoid Ned's incessant questioning.

Of course his confusion is warranted, and her husband means well, to be sure, Ned always does– but Catelyn cannot stand to lie to him anymore.

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As the lady of Winterfell sits by her window, she manages to get a view of Bran and Arya, currently playing in the yard; their direwolf pups by their feet.

The queen’s children have since joined them. Tommen and Myrcella are no doubt every bit like their mothers, both with emerald green eyes of the Lannisters and olive skinned like their Myrish mother.

The sight of their children playing together strikes Catelyn as something that was painfully ironic. In fact, it was nearly amusing, in a rather bleak way.

Lost in her thoughts, the omega fails to hear the latch on the door behind her.

The oak doors open, and soon shuts. It is only when Catelyn notices shuffling behind her that she turns around to inspect the cause.

“Are you hiding from me?” Cersei asks. with her question, she tilts her head slightly. The same way she used to when they were mere children together.

The sight unsettles Catelyn in a way she does not care to acknowledge. She scrambles to her feet, hugging her robe around her slender frame.

"Your Grace. I- no, I'm just not well." She tells a half-truth and she prays for a miracle.

Catelyn hopes, stupidly, that the other woman will decide to leave her alone, without much interrogation.

"Are you ill?" Cersei asks, as expected, approaching her.

The alpha's tone of genuine concern only makes Catelyn want to weep, but she shakes her head, forcibly suppressing the urge. "It must be something I ate." She lies.

"Oh, then you must rest.” Cersei suggests in response, a smirk tugging on the corners of her mouth.

The omega's brows furrow at the sight. She mocks me. Catelyn observes.

The lady of Winterfell decides she no longer possesses the will for feigned courtesies. All she has the strength to do now is stare at the other woman, unamused.

This works to unnerve the queen slightly, as though thrown off balance, Cersei clears her throat.

The alpha averts her gaze before resting her hand on the hilt of her longsword, assuming a confident stance once more.

“Have you given any thought to my proposal?” Cersei finally states it plainly, and Catelyn scoffs in response.

The alpha possesses just enough audacity to appear confused by the other woman's reaction. “What?”

“Stop that. Don't pretend as though you have given me a choice.” Catelyn hisses, and she watches as Cersei opens her mouth to retaliate, but she swiftly cuts off the attempt.

“If that was true, you would not be here.” Cat challenges and Cersei merely shrugs, unconcerned yet dignified.

The queen always does so in a way that managed to make others seem small, inconsequential.

It was infuriating.

“Come to King's Landing, serve as my Hand.” “and you should take Sansa, our daughter will do well in the capital.” Cersei renders aloud as she advances forward.

Now standing close enough that Catelyn can smell the lavender oil in her hair.

“Such beauty shouldn't stay hidden up here.” Cersei continues, reaching up to caress the omega's cheek.

Catelyn stiffens and then sighs involuntarily against her touch. Once again she feels the urge to weep, to scream. The omega wants to lean in and kiss the other woman, to feel her warm embrace.

Instead, she slaps her hand away, bristling. “Don't. do not do that.”

“and don't call her your daughter.. as if you have ever been a sire to her.” She mutters, a scowl covers Catelyn's features as she tries to slip past the alpha.

Although Cersei quickly catches her by the arm before she can go far at all, forcing a proximity between them once more.

"You know that I regret– I regret how it all ended between us.” The queen utters, her voice low, only for Catelyn to hear.

The sincerity in which Cersei speaks her sweet words does nothing to douse the rage within her.

Years of longing and wanting for a woman that has no regard for her honor, no respect for her feelings. Cersei has been nothing if not careless with her; with her heart.

Catelyn does not believe a word the alpha says– she cannot allow herself to.

“Do you?” She challenges, her jaw clenched in anger.

“Nine years without a word from you.. not so much as a raven.” She adds with a raised voice, though Cersei appears entirely unfazed by it, this time her arm slips around Catelyn's waist.

“Don't touch me.” She tries, attempting to wriggle out of the alpha's hold, but it is no use.

"I missed you.. I wanted to write to you, I truly did.” Cersei reveals, cupping the other woman's cheek once more.

“I just thought–”

“What?” Catelyn provokes, unsatisfied.

“You thought what?” Despite herself, she feels her eyes begin to well with tears.

“You told me you loved me... I gave myself to you, and then you chose her.”

Cersei own expression shifts at the other woman's declaration. She wipes away the omega's tears with the pads of her thumbs tenderly.

“I had no choice.” The queen insists, her tone gentle and sincere– almost vulnerable.

“I assume you are happier.. with your husband.” Cersei alleges, and Catelyn feels the urge to laugh in her face.

“How could you possibly think that?” She questions, and Cersei acknowledges the mistake she had made, at long last.

“Forgive me.. I never meant to hurt you.” The queen articulates, threading her fingers through auburn locks.

Catelyn allows herself to lean into the other woman's touch, her brows still furrowed as she speaks. “Well, you did. You broke my heart.”

The omega attempts to shove Cersei away once more, but still, she refuses to budge.

The alpha is stronger, and far more determined.

“I know, I am sorry.” The queen says again, this time she boldly kisses the shell of Catelyn's ear.

As the omega continues to try and fight out of her hold, Cersei kisses her again, this time further down, her tender lips meeting her jaw.

Catelyn shivers at the sensation, just as instinctively, she rests her hand on the nape of Cersei's neck.

“I'm sorry.” The alpha mutters once more as she kisses the corner of Catelyn's mouth.

This time, she does not fight the urge. Catelyn turns her head, capturing the other woman's lips with her own for a real kiss.

As their mouths moved against each other with aching familiarity, Cersei's hand shifts to the small of the omega's back, causing the other woman to lean further into her.

They kiss for what feels like an eternity; only breaking apart when both their lungs clamour for air.

Catelyn's face burns from the intensity of the moment, she soon wraps both her arms around the other woman properly, concealing her face in the crook of Cersei's neck.

“I despise you.” The omega mutters, almost petulantly.

Cersei merely lets out a light chuckle at that. A kind of acceptance and forbearance; a quality she truly only finds less of a challenge to display around Catelyn.

“I know.”

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This is the magic lucky word count. Reblog for creativity juice. It might even work, who knows.

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It's okay, take your time! I'll patiently wait for it :) and what can I say? It wasn't that hard to get me into her, I do have a thing for women that could get me killed in less than 30 seconds, but hey, dont't we all? (I'll assume) I'd definitely start watching GoT just for her but I feel like she'd actually drive me insane on the show in a bad way

-🦈 (can I claim this?)

No shade to Lena Headey at all I think she did a phenomenal job as Cersei but I do feel the show's depiction of her is lacking in certain areas :/ especially towards the end

If you want more of Cersei and have the time (and patience) I would suggest perhaps reading the main books? She doesn't have POV chapters until the fourth book (A Feast For Crows) but they are honestly so worth it

Perceiving the world through her eyes is so fun/addicting, and generally just one of the best pieces of literature I've ever read. I can't stress it enough, she's just such a beautifully crafted character all around

But all that said, the first few seasons of GOT are solid and if you'd rather watch the show instead I still say go for it !

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Just started reading If we fall apart and god, you're an amazing writer. I really wasn't able to stop reading until I got to chapter 9, I know basically nothing about GoT but ai think i'm quite obsessed with Cersei because of this story🧍🏽‍♀️

Omg ??? This genuinely makes me so happy, thank you! What an incredible thing to know that I've ignited your love for Cersei just through my writing 😭 She is a deeply fascinating character, one of the best ever invented, and I'm so glad to hear I was able to convey that well enough.

Here's hoping I'll find the time to update that fic soon :)) When I do just know that I dedicate it to you Anon! 🩷