temptation.

she

[leviathanspain]

master of lists

REQUESTS: OPEN

guidelines [i recommend reading this before any of my works]

spotify [i get a lot of inspiration for my works from music]

minor works [works that aren’t apart of a larger fandom list]

marvel

dcu

bridgerton

the pitt

house of the dragon

hunger games

succession

hogwarts

the bear

acotar

star wars

[leviathanspain]

#writersblock

i want to write, i’m itching for it but everything is so hard to get out.

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i bet on losing dogs

dr. jack abbot x resident!reader

synopsis: old habits die hard

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it started with a scalpel.

“-and just lightly enough to pierce the skin but not go too deep.” his breath was hot on your neck, his hands on yours, guiding your hand down towards the patient. you swallowed thickly and focused, trying to ignore the thumping of your heart in your chest. you inhaled a sharp breath, holding it as his fingers held your hand tightly.

you exhaled deeply as you pulled back, “there you go.” he held onto your hand for a split second longer than he should’ve. you smiled tightly, “thank you, dr. abbot.”

the older man nodded, “jack. and, it’s no problem.” he lingered for a second before stepping out of the way, suddenly remembering that th room was filled with other staff. you turned away, breathless for a moment before letting the senior resident redirect your attention.

you thought that this would work. you thought that by going out to the clubs and bars, letting others feel you up, that you would forget his touch. but none of them smelled like him. none smelled like the sterile hospital air and the subtle pine.

you broke from the dance that you were in with a stranger, stumbling towards the exit. his voice was like a turning stone in your head, heavy and lingering. fuck, you muttered. you shouldn’t do it, but you wanted to.

the call only rang twice before he picked up. there was a second of silence before you spoke, “hey.” your voice cracked and you closed your eyes, “i miss you, jack.” you struggled to keep your composure, inhaling a sharp breath, “i’m sorry. it’s not the same, i can’t- i want you. i want you all the time, everywhere, anywhere. i hate that we fight and im just so immature-“ your voice broke again and this time you felt all the emotion bubble up to the front. it was only when you choked back a sob that he spoke.

“where are you?”

“abbot is here.” santos’ comment had been quiet, almost missed if she hadn’t been staring directly at you. you looked up from the desktop and nodded, “yeah, we all saw him roll in with that other guy on the gurney.” you said it plainly, dismissively.

santos narrowed her eyes, “i knew it.” she crossed her arms, her voice rising slightly, “i knew it!” she leaned over your workstation, side smirking as she leaned her head on her arm, “you and this whole broken heart situation-“ she waved a hand over you and grimaced, “it’s abbot. abbot is the one that’s got you all achey breaky.” while you wanted to shrug her off and pretend you had no idea what she was talking about- you nodded.

“yeah and? we’re adults, i’m a resident. it’s not a problem unless someone talks, right?” you looked at her and she pursed her lips, nodding. that quickly put an end to that conversation.

but as you stepped away from your workstation, you had no choice but to at least check on the man. a part of you, a large part of you that you tried to bury, still cared about him. even if things hadn’t ended well.

you peered into every trauma room in the er, finally stopping at one when you heard the familiar timber of his voice.

jack.

your heart sped up at just the sound of his voice. you felt breathless, hand shaking as you neared the curtain. hearing another voice, a female voice, you pulled back the curtain.

“dr mohan! i think santos was looking for you, something about a wandering patient?” you shrugged, watching as her face fell and she stood up, “thank you, dr. l/n.” she exited the room and you turned back to face him.

jack stayed quiet throughout the interaction but he smirked slightly, “i’m assuming santos has no idea what’s going on?” he was amused at your antics, like he always has been.

you shook your head, “none whatsoever.” walking over to the gloves and grabbing your size. “no shirt and there’s another woman in here, should i tell hr?” you tried to keep the mood light and jack huffed slightly.

“y/n-“ he tried to speak but you nudged him, “it’s dr. l/n, sir. please let me work.” you grabbed your suturing kit, “you need to be more careful.” you muttered, “this could’ve been worse.”

your words rested in the air for a second and jack turned to look at you as best he could, “and if it was?”

you inhaled, and didn’t meet his eyes. “jack- i would obviously be very upset.” you couldn’t pretend not to care, not after all this time. he made you want to care. those sleepless nights full of conversations, the early morning breakfast, and the constant flirting at work. that was real, it was real to you, even if he didn’t want to admit that it was.

it was always something. he was way too old for you, you were his resident, it was inappropriate, all the things.

but it didn’t matter to you, you wanted him and you had made it very clear. and his fear was what had driven the distance between you. the banter was familiar but it felt strange to you after so long.

jack nodded, “i’m sorry. i overreacted. my therapist says i self sabotage the good things in my life.” you felt your hands shake slightly, but you pulled back, clipping the suture. there was a beat as you took your gloves off and worked up the courage to face him.

you stood in front of him, he was still seated on the bed and still very shirtless. you felt heat creep up your neck. “jack, i know that it’s not all your fault, im not perfect either but im not sure if i can do this anymore.” you couldn’t continue to let this heartbreak consume your life. it had already been difficult to avoid him at work, this was the closest you had been to him in a months.

he bowed his head for a moment until he stood up. his bare chest was inviting, you wanted to reach out to feel him, but you held back. he was the one to get close to you, trying to breathe you in. “i promise it’ll be different, i’ll be different.” his words felt like honey, coating your mind and body. you let him take you into his arms, hugging you tightly against him.

you wrapped your arms around him, “you always say that, jack.” and it was true, but like jack, you always fell back into old habits.

this time would be no different.

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I have a fic idea! Maybe the reader is like someone rich but self made and fucks over companies for fun. And idk if u remember in succession the name of the sex party they go to in S1 for the bachelor party, but there she ends up fucking tom and greg. Eventually they see her again at waystar when she does what she does(I AM SO SORRY IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT) and tom n greg r js like 👁️👄👁️ and yeah but tom n greg have also been in a sexual relationship behind shiv n they both like acting they have shit on the reader but they don't n she snitches on them n tells shiv they've been hooking up n allat. IDK IF THIS IS A GOOD IDEA but js spitballin

rottweiler

tom wambsgans x greg hirsch x f!reader

synopsis: they don’t call you the rottweiler of the corporate world for nothing

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it wasn’t because you had some sort of dog face that they called you the rottweiler. it originally came from a news article describing your decimation of another tech-bro company as ‘vicious, like a rottweiler.’ others would’ve taken insult to be compared to a dog, but you took it with stride. you tore companies to pieces, you absorbed whatever you could get your hands on, you owned half of the music industry at this point.

but being a hard ass ceo did not mean anything in certain social settings, especially not like the one you were in tonight. the music was incomprehensibly loud, the walls were practically radiating with energy. bodies moved and sloshed together like ice cubes in a cup. you were standing behind the speakers, hand on the dj’s shoulder. he was one of your many friends from the music industry, and had been hired to be here all night. you gave him a few taps before stepping down onto the dance floor.

you weaved through the crowd, making sure to keep your head down as you tried to find the bar. you kept walking until you heard your name. stopping instantly, you turned to see the familiar and punchable face of tom wambsgans.

you purse your lips, feeling the regret of this conversation settling into your shoulders. “tom!” you faked a smile, “not the type of person i would’ve expected here.” you glance over at the looming figure, also very tall, next to tom.

tom laughed, “well roman brought us here. for my bachelor party. you know, doing that thing called marriage.” he seemed awkward, almost shy to announce it. you gave him a good look and he cleared his throat.

“ah, roman. that makes more sense. but yes, enjoy yourselves.” you waved a hand to the bartender and suddenly your drink was in your hand. you gave a tense smile, “give shiv my congratulations.”

tom watched as you coolly walked away. he bit his lip and shrugged, nodding at greg. greg looked confused, “oh my god, is this her party?” he looked around to try and spot you but the crowd was too dense to get a good look.

tom shrugged, “fuck if i know.” he tried to shake off that feeling and tapped the bar counter, “hit me!” he shouted, the bartender giving him a look.

as you stepped into the waystar royco elevator, you continued to try and dig through your memory of the rest of that night. you couldn’t remember much past your sixth drink, but you did remember one thing.

tom and the other one.

you had never really been one for threesomes, but that night had been different. maybe it was the adrenaline of not having seen tom in so long that set it off. the tongues, torn buttons, ripped stockings. you couldn’t forget that. but it did not matter, not here.

you looked at your watch and tapped your heel, “what was in the email again, ramona?” your assistant fumbled for her phone and you sighed, raising a hand, “forget it. just brief me.”

she nodded, “waystar royco asked for this meeting because they are looking to make a splash in the music business, and they know that you are the..” you nodded, “yeah. the rottweiler.” ramona hummed in agreement. “is there any plan of-“ you cut her off, “this is nothing but a courtesy meeting. i don’t plan on agreeing or making any deals, ever with waystar.” you sniffled some anger back, taking a deep breath to try and reel yourself in.

the elevator dinged and you sighed, brushing down the front of your pantsuit, “longest elevator ride of my life.” you complained, and stepped out. you saw the bustling cubicles full of people typing away, and then saw the room of the most important people in the building. the roys.

“afternoon, everyone.” your voice was steady, confident, as you greeted them. roman was the first one to break the silence, “have you met rhianna?” the question hung in the air and you chuckled softly. it was a surprise but knowing his reputation, you were more surprised that it wasn’t more outrageous. you nodded, “a few times.” before roman could speak further, the eldest roy spoke up.

“miss l/n, kendall roy.” he shook your hand and offered you a seat. you took the seat and smiled politely, “my father couldn’t make it but we just wanted to talk with you, feel the water.” he seemed confident, almost too confident.

you nodded, “what water?” you wanted to get straight to it, if logan wasn’t here, what did they want?

“the water, you know. just-“ kendall seemed to struggle for a moment and he smiled tightly, “waystar royco has been interested in your company.”

you nodded, “and why is that? we seem to be at different ends of the media business. you got the news and all that amusement park bullshit. what could waystar royco possibly want with the music industry?” you could’ve said way more, and way harsher things but you had to remain as professional as you could.

kendall swallowed thickly, “we are interested in expanding our reach and music is a large industry-“ you nodded, “i’ve heard all of this before. i will not let you conservative freaks try to buy me out.” you stood up, and dusted yourself off. walking to the door, you caught tom’s eyes. you swallowed thickly and made sure to stalk right out of there.

it had been a few hours since your disaster fire of a meeting at waystar. you had decided the rest of the day would be spent doing things that made you happy; which was nothing!

ramona knocked on your door, “y/n? there’s two men here from waystar. they would like to speak with you.” you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “is it kendall? because i cannot do another back and forth with all that sweating.”

ramona shook her head and she looked down at her notes, “a mr. wambsgans and associate?” you closed your eyes and inhaled a deep breath, “send them in.”

“quite a scene you made earlier.” tom did not bother with pleasantries as he walked into your office, “is that why people call you that? because you’re so tenacious and crass? you don’t hold back? you speak whatever is on your mind?” his words felt like taunts and you sighed, watching as his eyes tracked across every inch of the room.

“oh tom, yet you are the one at my office. how can wiser industries assist you today? you have a client you would like signed? because that is not really my job-“

tom cut you off, “no. we,” he glanced at greg, “have a few things we want to discuss, and hope that you can reconsider waystar’s offer.” you raised a brow at greg, “greg. that’s right. greg.” you repeated his name and hoped you wouldn’t forget it again.

you stepped out from behind your desk and walked in front of it, leaning against it. “what could we possibly have to discuss, wambsgans?” ever since you met tom many years ago at a dinner, the tension was thick. you hated him, and he despised you; but the sexual tension was painfully obvious.

he glanced down at your legs, exposed with only the fabric of your skirt to cover your thighs. you crossed your legs, watching his eyes linger before he forcefully turned away. he swallowed thickly and lowered his voice, “let’s not forget what we did,” he glanced at greg, “a few months ago.”

he couldn’t forget it. not when he was telling the rest of the men about the girl that made him swallow his own release. and did the most unspeakable things to greg.

his tone seemed almost accusatory, as if what had occurred was a crime. but you didn’t flinch. you pursed your lips and nodded, “oh that? what about it?” you tilted your head and tom cleared his throat.

clearly tom had forgotten who you were. when would you ever let a man get the upper hand.

“hi shivvy.” your voice was genuine as she picked up on the second ring. siobhan could picture your smile, “y/n, what do i owe the pleasure?” shiv knew that you hardly had the time for casual conversations anymore, not since you became a CEO.

you would never hide a secret from one of your longest friends, and you spilled everything from that night.

luckily, shiv had been understanding and even found the thing to be humorous. even more when you told her what the men did to each other.

you looked at tom, “if you came here to blackmail me, can you make it a little clearer because i’ve got meetings to get to.” you looked down at your agenda and sighed, “let’s get a move on, boys.” you stood up, walking up to tom. he towered over you but never have you felt intimidated by him.

“your wife already knows everything. and i mean,” you glanced at greg and back to tom, “everything.” you smiled, “i will not do any business with waystar royco and i will certainly not be doing anything with you again.” you stared tom down, who’s face had turned a scary shade of red.

greg looked at you and at tom, “it was just mouth stuff, and it’s been mouth stuff-“ he fumbled for more words and you held up a hand, “you’ve got a lot to learn about this life, fred.” you looked at him and furrowed your eyebrows, “it’s not fred is it?” you shrugged and waved a hand, “whatever. take your time leaving, i like to see you squirm.” you whispered coolly, and walked back to sit at your desk.

you fixed the nameplate, and raised an eyebrow at tom.

“rottweiler.” you pointed at yourself, smirking so hard that it was hurting.

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hi babe! love your work, are u still writing for tom?

i do! i’ve just had a really big writers block lately but i can def try to shoot something out for tom if you really want it ! :)

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hii! im a new follower and i'd like to ask if its okay if i request something! :)

yes of course!

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improper

pairing: benedict bridgerton x maid!reader

synopsis: everything about him was improper

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the sun had begun to set. the array of colors mixing in the sky settled you. after being surrounded by pots of boiling water, the shuffling of feet, and the constant bells ringing, it was good to be able to step outside and get a breath of the fresh spring air. the quiet settled in, and you felt the warm breeze lift your apron.

the bridgertons were the nicest family that you worked for. all of them, sons and daughters alike. but there had been one son that stood out to you, for better or worse.

benedict bridgerton. the second son, the one who was currently filling in the position of viscount while the eldest was in india with his wife and child. you hardly ever interacted with benedict, for your own sake. you could barely make contact with him, just his mere presence made you nervous and embarrassingly bad at your job. the amount of trays dropped in his presence had been a handful.

staring at the moving clouds, making way for the sunset, you let your hand drag through the flowers. you felt a sharp pain run through your hand. you hissed, pulling back to inspect it.

you could hear the grass shuffling behind you, but you were too focused on the ooze of your blood pouring down your hand. clearly, you had been sliced open by a thorn of some kind.

a hand came up from behind you to cup your injury, “what happened here, mhm?” his voice was deep, concerned, and familiar. your ears turned pink at an instant and you hesitated to pull back your hand.

benedict.

“mr. bridgerton!” you tried to pull away now, seeing your blood covering his hand, “it’s all right. please, do not be concerned.” you tried to slip your hand out from his but he shook his head, “no, you are cut. pouring blood is a thing to be concerned about. come back inside and get patched up.”

his other hand reached around your waist, calmly but firmly guiding you back inside. you held your breath at his touch, as light as it was.

“oh dear!” immediately one of the other maids made space for you near the table. a group of the staff surrounded you, clamoring amongst each other on who would sew you back up.

amidst all that, you still noticed when benedict slipped away, the feeling that he was gone had been a weight off your chest. you could relax now, even if you were losing more and more blood as the night progressed.

days passed, and you had been put onto the easier duties, such as dusting the rooms, and putting away the laundry. now tasked with dusting the viscount’s study, you hoped that you would not run into benedict, as you did not want to face him right now.

it was shameful, to have one of the people that you are supposed to be working for, caring for you. it felt wrong, but not as much as how you felt whenever he was around.

“miss y/n.” benedict lingered by the door to the study, “how are you? are you feeling better?” he looked down to your hand, wrapped up in scrap fabric. you followed his gaze and quickly hid it behind you, “yes, mr. bridgerton. i am well, thank you.” you kept your eyes down and benedict hummed, “please, call me benedict.”

he walked more into the room, “i feel like i have asked you to do that once before, have i?” he pondered and you shook your head, “it is not proper.”

benedict walked closer to you, and looked at you, eyes trailing to your lips before landing back on your eyes, which were looking everywhere but him. “there are a lot of things that i have done that are not proper.” he spoke in a quiet voice.

you inhaled a deep breath, and tried to ignore the creeping feeling between your legs. the tone of his voice, the way he was staring at you...

“benedict-“ you said his name without realizing, “i must get back to work. sir.” you tried to remain composed but he was closer than ever. breathing him in, just inches away from you, was immobilizing.

he leaned down, his hand finding his spot on your waist, and kissing you gently. he nipped at your lower lip, and you moaned softly. as a part of you screamed to break the kiss, the other part of you, deepened it. your uninjured hand grabbed at the buttons of his vest, fumbling to get them undone.

benedict chuckled softly, “so eager..” he whispered, lips trailing down to your neck. your hand kept fumbling until you finally got it open, peeling the clothes off of him seemed like too much of a task, so you focused on kissing him. his tongue was practically counting your teeth, and his hands were clutching at your face. you moaned deeply, letting him pin you against the shelves. books tumbled from the shelf as he kissed you harder.

you broke the kiss, using the opportunity to inhale a much needed breath. you looked at him, the hunger for more was evident in his eyes. but this man, as handsome and enticing as he was, was still a bridgerton.

and you were a maid.

you pushed him back slightly, and slipped out from under him, “i apologize, mr. bridgerton. this improper behavior shall not happen again.” you were breathless, the shame settling in as you looked at him. his lips were red, eyes wild and his hair was messed. you did that, and it scared you.

you felt a sharp pain in your hand, and scattered before he could get a word in.

god, how were you ever going to face him now?

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bridgerton

★ smut ✦ angst ❥ fluff ✿ personal favorite

multiple characters

was there something broke with my body ★ ✦

even if it’s a lie ✦

there’s no need to pretend you loved me ✦

your porcelain doll ✦

anthony bridgerton

take your hatred out on me ★ ✿

these things change ✦

only you ★

if you could see my thoughts, you would see our faces ✦

burning desire ✦

not without him ✦

selfish ❥

satisfied ★

benedict bridgerton

darling ★

i’m not saying it’s your fault ✦

why didn’t you tell me ❥

alone together ❥

it’s not the same as the real thing ❥

little things ❥

patience is a virtue ❥

oh my love ★

i know you ★

place to be ❥

like someone in love ✦

colin bridgerton

it was always her ❥ ✿

king george iii

self control ★ ✿

touch you in places only i know ★

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reblogging since the first part of the new season just came out. i will be watching it asap though, so keep an eye out!!!

[bbyxdarlinnnn-deactivated202602]

daily reminder: fuck ice. fuck ice agents. fuck trump. and fuck you if you support them.

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someday

finnick odair x reader

synopsis: some promises are meant to be broken.

finnick clutched his trident in one hand, and held yours with the other. you were resting your head on his chest, eyes fluttering between exhaustion and the fake stars in the dark sky. the soft crashing of the waves was lulling you to sleep, reminiscent of your home. you inhaled a sharp breath and clutched onto finnick’s hand. he ran his fingers over yours, scarred and mauled from your games.

“i bet one of my siblings has already claimed my trident collection as their own.” you chuckled weakly, eyes stinging at the thought of your own death.

you weren’t sure if you would make it out of these games alive, you barely had the first time..

finnick shook his head immediately, “don’t say that. you’ve got me.” he kissed your head, “i won’t let anything happen to you.” his voice was soft, comforting. and as much as you wanted to believe him, there was a part of you that couldn’t.

your games had been something from nightmares. and as much as you had tried to erase those memories, you had the scars to remind you everytime. it took you years before you were able to even be near an open flames, terrified that it would engulf you as it once did.

moments had passed, finnick still holding onto you, but gripping his trident just a little bit tighter. he kept talking to you, trying to keep the mood light as he too stared at the fake stars.

“someday, when we get married preferably, we’ll move out of the victors village and into this house i’ve been eyeing, just off the coast.” he brushed your hair gently, “but we have to get married first, i want to.” he sounded so sure, almost happy.

happy would be the wrong word to describe any emotion you felt here. not when you and your fellow tributes, who had all paid their dues and more, were left to fight to the death again.

and knowing that finnick would sacrifice himself to save you; it all made you sick to your stomach.

you suddenly sat up, and rushed to the crashing waves. you knelt down on the wet sand, and inhaled softly. even if you weren’t were you really wanted to be, you could pretend. pretend that this was all some sort of nightmare. it was not a surprise when finnick rushed to your side. he immediately knelt down next to you and stroked your face, “hey-“ he whispered but you grabbed his arm, and pulled it across your stomach. you held his hand there, “someday, we’ll be parents.” you felt your eyes prick with tears. “someday, we’ll be married, with a house, all sorts of animals and two kids.” you had given much thought to your future with finnick, back when you thought you had one. now, all those promises seemed to be broken.

finnick tried again to lighten the mood, even if he saw the small tears dropping from your eyes. he laughed softly, “why just two?”

you shrugged, “i have a feeling that you make big babies.” you couldn’t hide your laughter, “they’ll come out with perfectly styled hair and unbearable blue eyes.” you smiled, “someday.”

finnick grabbed you in his arms, “not someday. one day. soon.” he kissed your forehead and you closed your eyes, again losing yourself to the sound of the waves.

you didn’t know what happened. one moment you were standing next to finnick, and the next you were bleeding out. you looked down at your injury, and realized that amidst the struggle between your group and other tributes, you had been stabbed; fatally.

you could see the panic in finnick’s eyes as he picked you up off the ground. he was running quickly, you could hear grunting and screaming as he kept running. you clutched onto his shoulder, “finnick-“ your breath rattled as you spoke, “finnick, take me to the water.” you managed to get out. finnick looked at you, face stricken with absolute emotion, “no-“ but he felt his feet begin to race down to the shore, “no, baby please-“ he kept running, knees almost giving out as he finally reached the calm shore. the ‘sun’ was setting, and you were struggling to breathe. he set you down, and assessed your injuries. you caught his eye as he made the realization; you were going to die out here.

you looked at him, “finnick, i don’t want- just hold me? please?” there was terror in your voice, you had been close to death many times before, but never had you had a reason to fear it.

he had been it. he was the reason why you were so afraid to die. he would be alone.

you reached for his hand weakly, holding it close to your heart. “someday, we’ll get to put our tridents all in the same collection, and we’ll have the most in all of district four.” your voice was shaky as your vision got spotty.

finnick was holding back sobs, face contorting with composure. he wanted to be strong for you, but he couldn’t be, not when you were dying right in front of him.

you clutched onto his hand harder now, “finnick, please.” you begged.

finnick, through tears and clenched teeth, brushed your hair with his hand, “someday.” he whispered, “someday we’ll be together, swimming and chasing after each other in the water, like we used to when we were young..” he trailed off, seeing your eyes flutter shut.

your hand became stiff around his, and finnick broke out into an almost visceral sob. he didn’t move for a long time, still going on about a day that now, would never come.

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i’m rewatching succession again yall will def be seeing some stuff…

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satisfied

anthony bridgerton x reader

synopsis: you didn’t realize that your leaving town for a few days would have such an effect on the viscount

all you could think about the entire carriage ride back to london was being in his arms.

his large, muscular, veiny, arms wrapped around you in a warm embrace. your legs shifted around uncomfortably as you tried to shove down those thoughts. you were a lady, a proper lady who never dared to have such impure thoughts in broad daylight. but you did, and you couldn’t even fake the shame. anthony was gorgeous, kind and above all; loved you.

the carriage ride felt longer and longer, it was not until you started hearing the noises from the outskirts of the city that you realized that you had arrived. bridgerton house would soon have their viscountess again.

you heard the children first. hyacinth and gregory had pushed each other out of the way as they ran to greet you. your footman held out his arm but gregory still tried to offer his. you smiled at him, “sweet boy, where is everyone else?” you were not expecting any welcome of the sort, you did not have a diffinutive date for your return.

hyacinth spoke before gregory could, “benedict is at school, eloise and mama went to the modiste, and colin is still traveling.” you looked at her and smiled, “and the eldest is?” you raised an eyebrow at her as her smile dropped instantly into a scowl.

gregory guided you inside, “anthony has been in a mood the entire time you have been gone.” he explained, “he’s been stuck at that desk like a madman, barely coming out of that room.” you furrowed your eyebrows.

just a week ago, before you left, the viscount had been in a splendid mood, saddened that he would be apart from you, but nevertheless he was content.

you looked at gregory and hyacinth, “thank you, children. i will,” you glanced at the study door, “sort him out.”

you waited by the door until the children dispersed, you did not want them to eavesdrop into your conversation, as both had the habit of doing so. softly, you rapped a knuckle against the door. you pressed your ear up against the door, hearing the muffled shuffling of papers, and the thudding of more pages.

you knocked again, this time, firmly. you heard his voice, nearly melting at the sound of it, that you hadn’t realized that he was shooing you away.

“i am occupied, whatever it is, leave it at the door!” he shouted in response to your knock. you stepped back off the door, unable to stop yourself before deciding to barge in.

anthony looked up from his paperwork, stunned at the intrusion. his anger shifted into surprise as he stood up to walk towards you.

“darling-“ he did not let himself finish his sentence as he embraced you. his hug felt exactly as you had been picturing the entire way home. you let him linger, let him sniff your hair and neck, let him lace his fingers into the eyelets of your corset.

“you are just absolutely beautiful.” he inhaled your scent again and pulled back, grabbing at your cheek gently. you put a hand on his, and smiled, “and here i am, expecting to see you in a ‘mood’, per the children.” you let your fingers loop into the waistband of his trousers. what came naturally was being near him, being in contact with him was second-nature.

anthony scoffed, “they don’t understand why i am in a mood, do they?” he gave you a look before planting a kiss on your forehead.

“do i? please don’t be cryptic with me, viscount bridgerton.” you pulled away from him and decided to walk around the study a little bit, stretch your legs.

his entire demeanor darkened, “you most definitely do, viscountess.” his voice dripped with the exact remedy that he needed. you stopped at the desk chair, looking at anthony before sitting down on the chair.

anthony followed you, kissing your head as he kneeled down in front of you. his hands pulled your dress up, calloused hands rough on your thighs. you shuddered at his touch, his unpredictable and cruel touch. you gasped softly as his fingers brushed slightly over your clit. you peered down at him as he smiled, “not even a shift?” you did not reply, instead you avoided his piercing gaze. you tried to ignore the way he pulled the chair from the desk, giving him room to do to you what he wanted.

anthony dove his head into your cunt, feeling your arousal on his tongue. he grunted like a starved animal, his tongue working firm but slow circles on your clit. your hand reached down to grip his hair, moaning softly. he gripped your thighs on either side of his head, like anchors. “oh anthony,” you whimpered, feeling that tightness in your lower stomach. he could tell, from the way that he was furiously lapping at you, he wanted to feel you come undone on his tongue.

you shivered, biting down hard on your bottom lip as you came. anthony delayed himself and kept lapping up the rest of your arousal.

you panted, chest heaving up and down. “i suppose i know why the viscount was in such a bad mood.” you whispered, eyes fluttering with exhaustion, “it is because, he cannot function without me?”

anthony looked up at you, chin wet and glistening, “i was practically withering away, a pile of ash ready to be blown away.” he chided.

you laughed, “satisfied?”

the viscount cracked another grin, “absolutely, darling. utterly satisfied.”

[leviathanspain]

bless the telephone

dr. michael robinavitch x f!reader

synopsis: be careful what you wish for.

you didn’t know what to say. all you could do was listen to his breathing, listen to the way he was trying hard to collect himself. he had called you, and you answered immediately, even if you felt oceans apart right now, he was still yours to worry about.

you hesitated, gripping the phone hard against your ear, you swallowed thickly, “baby, listen to me,” the word felt foreign to you, he hadn’t been baby in a long time. “you need to breathe. inhale,” you heard him shakily inhale, holding it until you spoke again, “exhale.” you whispered, “breathe, michael.” you ordered, voice getting serious. you sunk your back against your headboard and sighed into the phone, “are you okay?”

“yes.” you heard him inhale a breath, “no.” he changed his answer and you heard him inhale another breath, “robby.” again, another word that felt foreign to you. “you need to relax. you’ve been through way worse shit before- you are an incredible doctor.” you assured him, still holding tightly onto your phone.

robby exhaled into the phone, “i know.” there was a stifle in his voice and you felt a shag in your shoulders as you heard him, “it’s just hard. i- i’m sorry.” his words were quiet, thought out.

you shook your head before realizing he couldn’t see you. “robby- don’t apologize. you call, i answer.” your grip relaxed on your phone.

there was a beat of silence, one where you weren’t sure why you even stayed on.

“no. i’m sorry.” he repeated, but this time, it was more than just a call in the middle of the night. this was it.

“michael-“ you inhaled a breath, “please don’t do this, not over the phone.” you wouldn’t have closure on the phone, “i want to see you, whenever you can- you still have your keys.” you didn’t let him answer as you hung the phone up, tossing yourself into your pillows with anguish.

you thought you could handle this. the long hours, the exhaustion, the broken promises. but being a doctor’s wife had been much more lonelier than expected.

especially his wife.

“michael.” you whispered his name, finally getting to wrap your arms around him at the crisp hour of eight pm. he had been working for fourteen hours straight, and all he wanted was to sleep in your arms. you obliged, but you couldn’t help but wish that he wasnt always so exhausted and tired.

but he loved what he did, and who were you to try and change that? when he did so much good, he proved a great leader and an amazing doctor, with or without you.

he stirred gently in your arms, barely opening an eye as he hummed in response. “i miss you.” you whispered again, and you felt him vibrate a long hum, “baby, im right here.” he whispered back, voice hoarse and weary with sleep.

you shook your head gently, “no, your body has been here but you- you aren’t.” you remembered the sparkle in his eye when he smiled at you, the warmth of his rough hands around your waist as you danced, even the smallest gestures, you missed it all.

robby was a doctor, but when you met him, just a few years ago, it had been different. he was michael first, doctor second. somehow, someway, he let it consume him. and you with it.

holidays were bleak. you had stopped reaching out to your family, hating the inevitable declining to the festivities because robby had to work. it was always like that, and you never said anything because it was a partnership, and you had to make sacrifices.

but on nights like these, nights were you ached for his touch, pinched the skin between your eyebrows to quell the tears, that you wondered why you sacrificed so much.

you didn’t have kids. you wanted them, but that wasn’t in the cards, and even when you miscarried those handful of times, you still felt oceans apart from him.

“michael.” you said his name, clear as a bell. your hand let go of your door knob and immediately reached for him. as much as you had tried to forget about him, and tried to move on, you couldn’t. it was always a background noise, the robby noise.

your embrace was his solace. he broke down in your arms, bag dropping at his side as he used both of his arms to embrace you. you were pulled tight against him, as if you were made of air bound to slip through his fingers.

you rubbed his back, a soothing motion that helped calm down his sobs. whatever had occurred in that hospital, had been enough to break him.

robby pulled back, inhaling a breath as he tried to speak, “i’m so sorry- i shouldn’t even be here but i needed you.” he breathed, sucking in another breath, “i know what i did- or didn’t do, is fucked up and i don’t know if you can ever forgive me but all i want right now is-“ he rambled on and on.

you grabbed him by the arm, “michael. breathe.” you reminded him and he obeyed, closing his eyes briefly. in that moment, you realized as you held his arm, that he still wore his wedding ring.

“stay.” you looked up at him, “stay tonight, please.” you didn’t know why but you would sleep better knowing that he was next to you, and not alone in this state.

he opened his eyes, still rimmed red from the tears, “are you sure?” he looked at you, really looked at you, and you swore you could see a flicker of that sparkle.

you inhaled a breath, “no. but i need you to stay.”

another heavy silence hung between you two as he crawled into the spot beside you, hands finding their familiar spot on your body.

“goodnight, baby.”

[dearlizzies]

when reading smut and y/n says “daddy”

[leviathanspain]

kinky love

adrian chase (vigilante) x f!reader

synopsis: when he offered you a ride, he didn’t expect this kind of ride

adrian chase was too normal even for this. his hand grabbed onto a leather speedo, still wrapped in its packaging.

“like what is this? some sort of undercover mask? because if it is, it’s a really bad one.” he had a genuine expression of confusion on his face as he placed it back on the rack. you cracked a smile, looking over your shoulder. you were on the opposite side of the aisle, looking at the leather whips. “it’s a thong, adrian, but for men.” you raised an eyebrow, “don’t tell me you couldn’t tell.” you deadpanned, and he shrugged, “i’m not apart of this lifestyle, it’s just not my thing.” he crossed his arms over his chest and looked at you.

you looked again at the whips hanging on the rack, grabbing the one with the bejeweled handle, “me either.”

as you walked around the stuffy, almost claustrophobic sex shop, all you could hear was adrian’s disbelief at almost every item in the shop. he picked up a sex toy, one that was usually for men, and smiled, pointing it at you, “look it’s a weird smiley face!”

you couldn’t help but laugh, “that is not what that is but sure!” you knew better than to burst adrian’s bubble. he was fun, albeit a little gullible when it came to anything peacemaker.

you kept walking down the aisles, stopping to look through the ball gags and bondage outfits. you sorted through the different ball gag sizes and adrian suddenly appeared next to you. “now what is that for?” he furrowed his eyebrows as he grabbed another one off the rack, holding it awkwardly in the air. he examined it, as if trying to figure out on his own what that was for.

you snorted, “it’s for someone to put in their mouth.” you grabbed the ball gag from his hand, bringing it to your mouth, “you just place it in their mouth,” you didn’t put it in your mouth, but you mimicked the action. “and then you put this leather bit over their face and secure it in the back.” you tightened the strap on the back of the gag and looked at adrian, “see?”

he kept his eyes on the ball gag, still trying to decipher exactly why anyone would want a big red ball in their mouth. “okay, but why?” he shook his head as you placed it back on the rack. you kept walking, strolling past more gags, each bigger than the last.

“submission.” you replied plainly, eyeing the rack of lingerie. you crossed over to the rack and adrian followed, many questions on his mind. beginning with the first one, “so if you’re not that into this stuff, why are we here?” he pushed his glasses up and put his hands on his hips, looking genuinely concerned.

the clerk at the counter gave the two of you a look and you gave her a smile as you grabbed adrian’s arm and pulled him back into an aisle.

“can you please shut the fuck up for like two seconds?” you glanced at the clerk and sighed as you turned to adrian in a hushed whisper, “im not leather speedo into this, im just into this.” you emphasized. you shook your head, “whips, chains, choking, slapping, just the basics.” you listed them off quickly and adrian’s jaw just kept dropping.

he stuttered, “wha- are you like..serious right now?” he looked at you in surprise. “those are the basics? kind of sounds like a street fight to me.” he raised an eyebrow at you and you shrugged, “it gets a little violent, yeah.”

adrian’s eyes darkened as he looked at you. you could’ve sworn that the shop’s shit lighting was just messing with your eyes but adrian’s chest seemed to fall a little heavier.

adrian paused, “and..is it just you?” he couldn’t help his questions, not when it got a little violent. you shifted your weight between your legs, “not usually. there’s people that do those things to me, and sometimes i do it to them.” you didn’t know why you were even telling adrian. he was your neighbor, not even a close enough friend to know all this information about your sex life, but he was like a vortex that you fell into head first.

he nodded, “oh yeah?” there was something about his tone that made the hairs on your arms stand up. you swallowed thickly, “yeah…” you shifted again, for the first time you saw the man in adrian. you looked away from his piercing gaze, “yeah.” you repeated again, huffing in a small breath nervously.

you turned away from him and focused on the collection of butt plugs that hung right in front of your face. hundreds of unholy and almost incredulous thoughts ran through your mind as you peered over your shoulder and found adrian still staring at you.

“i- you don’t have experience with this kind of thing, like at all?” you broke the silence and he shook his head, “no. not at all.” you nodded, “no girl has ever asked you to choke her? maybe slap her around a little?” you cleared your throat, just looking over your shoulder for his response.

he stepped closer to you, “no. no one.” adrian’s words hung heavy in the stifling air and you broke off into an awkward laugh, “well. never too late!” you brushed past him, and over to the counter to pay. you set your items on the counter; a bejeweled whip, lube, a set of black fluffy handcuffs, regular handcuffs, rope, and nipple clamps.

everything to make a girl’s day.

adrian stared at the counter full of sex items and whistled a low whistle, “and you get to actually use all of this?” he looked at you, and you nodded, watching as the clerk scanned and bagged, “yep..all of it.”

as you got into the car, the sebring that adrian has owned for as long as you can remember, you knew something had changed.

he was different. maybe seeing this side of you was not at all what he was expecting. he wouldn’t be the first guy to be weirded out by your ‘interests’, but it was adrian, he wasn’t just any guy.

you settled into the passenger seat and took a breathe as you stared at the windshield. part of you had been contemplating bringing this up but the words had already escaped you before you even realized.

“do you want to try it?” the words dropped and you realized how incredibly vague you sounded. before you could correct yourself, adrian spoke.

“yes.” his tone was slightly too eager. pushing his glasses up, he looked at you.

you caught his gaze, slightly impressed. you hadn’t been expecting such a quick answer to your vague question. “you don’t even know what though-“

“but i’m saying yes. whatever it is, as long as it’s you, then yes.” his words were genuine, almost pathetic.

you gave one look at your bag full of the recently purchased toys. this could go one way or the other.

“okay.” you pursed your lips, “are you free tonight and how do you feel about butt plugs?”

[ladythedrunken]

my wives

[leviathanspain]

i want to write for a lot of the characters that i’ve previously written for, (moon knight, the roys + greg, han lue, finnick odair, the bridgertons) but i feel like i can’t write for them properly if i dont reconsume the media that they originate from so i can get an accurate feel for the character 😐 slowly i will be writing for them again though i have hope in myself 🤷🏽‍♀️