#why yes I am putting off her ending what of it

[usagiarchive]

marriage of (in)convenience — mydei x reader

I. RECKONING. / masterlist

sypnosis. [ 1.1k words ] arranged marriage au. — stuck in an arranged marriage with the crown prince of castrum kremnos, you both try to find a way to make the arrangement a lot more hell for the people who forced the two of you into this, and maybe you end up working together better than you thought.

usagi's note: hi!! currently sick so i got to take time off of school and posted this, it's short now but istg it'll get longer towards the end. enjoy mydei lvrs!

“This is absurd! I will not agree to such a thing!” you raise your voice as your father, the King, finishes telling you his ‘surprise’.

(“My dearest daughter,” he starts, “I am so proud to tell you, that you shall have the honor of being married to the current Prince of Castrum Kremnos, Mydeimos!” he says as if it’s something you’d be ecstatic at.

You stare at him, mouth slightly agape.

“What?”

He beams at you and you have to stop yourself from making a face.

“Yes! Oh, how I’ve closed the agreement of a lifetime! Oh, our people will absolutely flourish!” he exclaims.

You look at your mother for.. Anything, actually… an explanation, help, something! But she all but looks away.

So you knit your eyebrows and say your words clearly.)

Your mother, the Queen, sighs. She knew. All this time she knew, and she was the one to suggest such a thing in the first place, or so your father says.

She slammed her hands on the table, “You are to be wed to strengthen our bonds with the Kremnoans and that is final.”

Your siblings and your father stood still in shock and fear, but you? Ever your mother's daughter, you lifted your chin and glared at her. Your father quivered slightly but only watched as your mother held your glare back. After moments where she would not budge, neither of you would, you lift your chin and look away.

“Fine.” you spit out and walked out of the room.

You didn’t miss the sigh of relief your family let out as you did. To be perfectly honest, no one could fault you for the reaction, especially your mother, your parents had married for love, why couldn't you? It had been all you’ve heard about growing up, how their ‘love story’ was the perfect fairytale for the world to hear.

It was unfair, and you weren’t going to accept it.

Your family almost regrets the decision to let you walk out when you then take your meals in your room for a week out of protest.

…

“My dear?” your father knocks on your door.

He only calls you that when he’s trying to butter you up or soften you.

Reluctantly, the door opens and he finds you on your window seat, reading a book. You neither acknowledge him nor bat him an eye.

“I… I know that this is unideal, but please do understand,” he starts and takes a seat a few feet away from you and lowers down slowly, “As the eldest of your siblings and being a…” he chooses his words carefully, “woman…”

You raise an eyebrow, but still don’t meet his eyes, still being focused on your book.

“I need to have you wed by the end of the year,” he pleads, “my dear, hear me out, please,”

You sigh and finally look at your father and he really does seem to be bothered by the idea of you being wed, such a contrast of his elatedness at having ‘the agreement of a lifetime’ just days ago.

When you put your book down, he takes it as a sign to be closer and takes your hands into his, “Look, I am neither happier than you at letting you go,” he sighs, “You are my master strategist, my dearest daughter, and no one could ever deserve you,”

“But, you do need to be married, my dear,” he reasons, “I understand it might seem unfair as it was not a choice you’ve made, but you are already of age, so do forgive me for finding a prince who would be a good match for you and our kingdom,”

You feel… conflicted.

On one hand, you had a duty to your kingdom, a duty as the eldest daughter, to keep the lineage and prosperity of the kingdom going. But… your heart longs for a different script…

Nevertheless, you, too, sigh, and nod, taking your father’s hand and giving it a squeeze.

“I suppose I’ll try to get to know him,”

You father beams, and you suppose you’ll just rot in bed for the rest of your free time.

…

That is until your lady-in-waiting drags you out of the room and bathes you, preparing you in garbs, tying your hair and corset uncomfortably tight, as well as painting your face.

She kept that lighter, thankfully. You don’t have to suffer in heavy makeup in the heat.

The next thing you knew, you were whisked off to a carriage to Castrum Kremnos with no explanation. Separate to your parents, probably for the best tbh, your father wouldn't come out unscathed.

Oh, you but you would give him a piece of your mind when you get back.

You kept mumbling and grumbling about it on the way there to the point that even your head maid looked concerned.

…

“I do not wish to marry you,” Prince Mydeimos tells you the first moment alone you have.

You smile, coldly, “What a surprise, neither do I,” you say as you seat yourself opposite to him, the butler pouring you both a cup of juice.

“Unfortunately, we both have no choice,” you deadpan, “Our parents seem hellbent on making this marriage happen.”

The Prince sighs, “Unfortunately, it is true, it seems that we would be wed by proxy if either of us were to keep disagreeing on the decision,” he says as he leans on one hand on his knee.

That makes you laugh, and he gives you a smile.

You squint your eyes at the man, scrutinizing him, when an idea pops into your mind, “Prince Mydeimos, I might have a proposal you’d be interested in,” you say and his eyebrow raises.

“Dear me, I hope you are not going to propose your feelings,” he jests and you chuckle.

You shake your head, “Titans, no! None of that sort, but do come closer, I think this idea will be mutually beneficial.”

The Prince sits next to you, leaning in as he does, and you whisper your plan into his waiting ears. The room stays silent save for the silent murmurs coming from you. When he breaks out into a grin, your governess and even the butler and ladies-in-waiting in the room felt a shiver crawl up their spine.

Oh, you two were going to be a handful for the entirety of your kingdoms, weren't you?

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usagi's note: icb it took me a week to post this, but guys i cannot also believe my professors right now, its literally hell week and they're also making it so hard for us ??? LIKE WHY. anyway ill post again before the week ends, if i don't... come shout at me in asks, okay g'bye!!

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[blueberrybirdsworld]

Collision Bonus Part

Summary:

Lando always had a type : blonde, models, not ready to settle down. Yet once he met her, all his world is changed and he slowly start to realises maybe he was wrong all this time.

It's a prequel story of The Cat Distribution System, on how Lando Norris fall in love with Ariana. Could be read seperatly.

Pairing : lando norris x original female character

Genre : Fluff, slow burn, enventual smut and angst

Warning : none

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Bonus part : Max creates his own group chat just for the cat

Group Chat: Aria Appreciation Club 🐾 Created by Max Verstappen

11:03 AM

Max Verstappen welcome to the only group chat that matters this one’s just for Aria 🐈‍⬛ (the cat, not the ballerina)

Carlos …are you serious?

Oscar you named the group chat after the cat?

Max Verstappen yes she deserves it she blinked at me today in the hallway i think we’re bonding 🥺

Pierre was this before or after you gave her that hand-woven organic salmon treat?

Max Verstappen before but i think she sensed it

Lando has joined the chat

Lando what. is. this.

Carlos you might want to sit down mate

Max Verstappen ARIA FAN CLUB 🐱 exclusive content only.

Lando you made a fan club for my cat without me

Max Verstappen we needed a safe space for cat lover

Oscar ngl the content is top tier we’ve got daily Aria updates, snack ratings, window perch rankings, and one gif of her smacking Lando’s AirPods off the table

Lando she did that once 😠

Pierre twice, actually we have slow-mo footage

Lando she’s MY cat why am i a guest in this group chat??

Max Verstappen well no it's your gf cat technicly, she gives her approval

Charles i’m just here for the daily pics

George she’s a queen and we are nothing but her humble followers

Lando okay cool love that everyone’s emotionally attached to the cat and not the human woman i live with

Max Verstappen the human woman is cool too but she doesn’t have toe beans

Oscar fair point

Lando unbelievable i invite you all for pasta night and somehow my cat ends up more popular than me

Max Verstappen pasta was good cat was better 🐾

Lando i’m starting my own group chat for people who like me

George so… just you and maybe your mum?

Lando has left the chat

Group Chat: Grid Gossip 🏁

8:47 PM

Lando guys so uh I just found a cat a stray. orange. tiny. loud. followed me home. Ari gave him tuna and now he lives with us his name’s Charlie 🧡🐈‍⬛

Carlos i’m sorry what you just… acquired a second cat??

Oscar this feels illegal

Pierre you’re not allowed to just find another cat and let it move in there should be paperwork

Lando he’s curled up in a hoodie Ari left on the floor she already loves him Aria the cat sniffed him once and walked away so I think we’re good

Max Verstappen YOU GOT ANOTHER CAT??????

Max Verstappen WHERE IS HE ? WHAT’S HIS BACKSTORY ? DOES HE NEED A BLANKET ? IS HE OKAY ??

Lando stop writting in all caps Max, just breathe and he’s… orange. loud. dramatic. chaos in a fur coat. so basically if you and Charles had a kitten together

Charles leave me out of this narrative 😤

Oscar what’s his vibe??

Lando he bit a sock and tried to fight a mirror so… gremlin vibe

Max Verstappen THIS IS HUGE I’M INVESTED DOES HE PURR ? WHAT’S HIS OPINION ON SALMON ??

Carlos you can’t keep feeding every cat salmon, Max 😩

Max Verstappen yes I can i’m already ordering him a blanket and a baby name tag

George you’re acting like you just became a godfather

Max Verstappen i AM the godfather put some respect on my role 😤🐾

Pierre this group chat is now 40% racing and 60% cat lore

Lando you think i’m joking but he just headbutted Ari they curled up together like a yin-yang i think they imprinted

Max Verstappen STOP I’M CRYING I’M DRIVING OVER RIGHT NOW I NEED TO MEET CHARLIE

Lando you’re not even in the same country rn???

Max Verstappen details.

Charles you’ve created a monster a cat-obsessed monster with too much money and no boundaries

Lando whatever he’s staying we’re officially a two-cat household now

Now for those you will like the following story of Lando, Ariana and Charlie the cat I suggest you read The Cat Distribution System serie if you haven't read it yet, the story take place just after the end of Collision.

Thank you so so so much for everyone who have been following this serie, for everyone you repost, comment, like, it means a lot to me ! I will come back soon with another storie that I hope you will like as much as these one 🧡

Taglist : @angelluv16, @httpsxnox, @anunstablefangirl, @chocolatemagazinecupcake, @mayax2o07, @freyathehuntress, @verogonewild, @lilyofthevalley-09, @esw1012, @its-me-frankie, @linneaguriii, @ezzi-ln4, @rlbmutynnek, @actuallyazriel, @sofs16, @thulior, @sltwins, @knivesdoingcartwheels, @henna006, @stylesmoonlight12, @lilaissa, @sideboobrry11, @l3thal-l0lita, @lorena-mv33, @ispywlittleeye-blog, @lesliiieeeee, @sageskiesf1, @adynorris, @curlylando, @rebelliousneferut

[spnjediavenger]

Not That Strange (Matt Murdock x reader)

Title: Not That Strange

Type: one-shot; matt murdock x reader

Warnings: none?

Spoilers: none?

Notes: got this idea from a post @harleycao made. Thank you for letting me turn it into a fic!

As always, love and/or constructive/friendly criticism is welcome and encouraged!

Disclaimers: i do not own daredevil, its characters, or plot

Word count: 828

It had been a long night; and Matt got more beat up than he’d like to admit. He prevailed in the end but wondered if he’d have to take a night or two off after this to rest and meditate.

With the wounds and bruises around his body and exhaustion seeping into his bones, Matt hadn’t been paying attention to the inside of his apartment, hence not hearing the heartbeat occupying the space that he didn’t expect. He climbed through the window of his bedroom, feet thudding loudly on the floor with apathy. He could practically hear his bed calling his name.

“...Matt?”

The vigilante knew he was weary from tiredness but he was with it enough to know that was most definitely not his bed…

Matt froze as he stood just inside his room, heart skipping a beat too.

On the other side of the room, his girlfriend, Y/n, stood. Her jaw was dropped ever so slightly as she stared at Daredevil standing in her boyfriend’s room. And Matt didn’t know what to say. He wouldn’t insult Y/n’s intelligence by trying to lie at this point. But he also couldn’t get himself to just come out and say it, worried she would reject him now. So he elected to remain silent and not move when she slowly walked towards him. She stopped just inches away from him, reaching her hands up to grab the helmet on his head. Matt’s hands flinched at the urge to grab her hands from pulling it off but he stopped them. She slid it off and watched as Matt turned his blind gaze to the floor. He found it almost funny how after all these years, the reaction to avert one’s eyes in an uneasy circumstance still lived in his brain.

Y/n studied his face for a few moments in the silence. She knew it was him. She knew what her boyfriend looked like. But it still took her brain time to come to terms with it. When she got a somewhat coherent thought, she spoke. “Are…Are you…”

Matt stopped himself from huffing at the inevitable question he knew she was going to ask. After his identity having been revealed a few times now he just accepted the response. “Yes, I really am blind.”

Y/n pursed her lips and tilted her head in confusion. “What?”

Matt paused a moment and turned his face to be level with hers. “You were going to ask if I was even blind, right? Or if I’ve been lying about it?”

Y/n’s head twitched back in shock. “No,” she almost laughed. “I was going to ask if you were a super soldier or something. Why would I question if you’re actually blind?”

Matt furrowed his brow. “Most people usually do…The things daredevil does would be pretty difficult for a blind person,” he said, as if it was rehearsed.

Now Y/n chuckled a bit dryly. “I think you should know by now that I am not most people, Matt Murdock,” she smiled, surprising him with a peck on the lips. Upon seeing his still confused expression, she continued. “Matt, literal g-ds have come here from other planets; earth is home to two, if not more, supersoldiers that can do things that defy normal human standards; there are people who have actual superpowers that they got from some crazy celestial stones. And others think that you being able to fight and do backflips blind doesn’t make sense? It’s not that strange.”

Matt burst out laughing at her saying this in a completely serious tone. He knew she was serious - but it did sound absurd when she said it out loud. When he calmed down, he gave her a quick kiss back, his residual laughter bleeding into it a bit. “It does seem silly when you put it that way,” he said, smiling.

Y/n smiled back and threw his helmet on his bed so she could weave both hands through his hair.

A moment passed and Matt thought of something. “Wait, so you- you’re ok with this?”

“I mean…it’s a lot to take in but it also explains a lot,” Y/n said plainly. “Not having a lot of stayovers, the random wounds that everyone knows aren’t because you’re blind and run into things (Matt definitely didn’t blush, feeling called out on that), how inhumanly tired you are some mornings. It’s a little scary but I know you know how to handle and protect yourself; especially knowing everything you’ve done for this city. It just makes me more proud to be your girlfriend,” she ended in a whisper, pulling Matt in for a proper kiss that he happily returned.

“You have to be the most amazing person I’ve ever met,” Matt said, resting his forehead on hers, his voice filled with love. 

Y/n smiled and closed her eyes. “I love you, Daredevil.”

Matt chuckled and cupped her cheek. “I love you too.”

[tranquilreign]

superhuman | series | 18+ | IV.

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pairing; jungkook/reader genre: mafia au! dystopian au! tattoo artist au! warnings: swearing, alcohol, sexual themes, drug use, violence, bone breaking, murder, eyeball stuff word count: 2.2k synopsis: the year 2107, seven years after the first superhuman was confirmed. Though few in numbers, they are dangerous. deadly. as their appearances have become more frequent, you have your identity hidden for your own safety. but the superhumans seem to be one step ahead. notes: if you are interested and would like to be added to a tag list, let me know! taglist: @taekrve @taerjin @softhaes @darklove2020 @rinkud @ukndtwme @withmuchluv-tannie @someoneelse0109 @dailynnt

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You sat at the end of the table, Namjoon at the other end, and the other members sitting around. He had his chin resting on his hands, staring at you intently. You stared back with determination, face stoic, not daring to break eye contact.

"It's already been decided, Y/n. We can't have you here," Namjoon explained.

"I don't understand why, though," you argued. "My father thinks I'm dead, he's seen you, Yoongi and Jungkook's faces, do you not think he'll have people out looking for you?"

You looked around at the other men, listening to the conversation unfold. Looking at Seokjin, you silently pleaded for him to help you. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment.

"Having her on the team wouldn't be such a bad idea."

"She'll be a liability," Jungkook countered.

You glared at him, and he returned it. You still hadn't forgiven him for putting a bullet in your head. You rose from your seat, the chair scraping back loudly.

"You all seem to forget, I am Soo-hyun's daughter. I know who you need to look out for and who has information. I know the ins and outs of our-" you paused, "of his home."

"But bringing you on missions could jeopardise our plans," Jimin mumbled.

Jimin hadn't warmed to you since you had broken out of his trance. He had begun to believe that his seduction skills weren't as good as he thought them to be, and it scared him.

"But how? I may not hold my own against you guys, but regular people. I can. I don't need protecting," you scowled.

"You'll just get in the way," Jungkook sneered, making you lose all composure.

"Oh, come off it. You're only saying this because you don't fucking like me. Let's remember that my father is the enemy, not me. I told you I didn't know what he was doing, and he even confirmed it!"

"Yes, you're right. I don't like you."

"Then your input is biased and unfair," you snapped back.

You sighed.

"Look, at least let me prove I'm worth keeping. Teach me how to shoot a gun or use a knife, I don't care. But I'm the one who's killing my father. I need this."

Silence. You sat back down, slouching in your chair as Namjoon sat in thought. This wasn't you begging to stay because you had nowhere to go. You wanted to stay and make your father pay for everything he's done. To the people of South Korea, to you and even to BTS.

"Fine," Namjoon finally spoke.

You looked up at him in surprise, not expecting him to have agreed so easily.

"Namjoon, are you serious?" Jungkook groaned, face-palming.

"You'll stay for a week, to try and prove yourself. However, you're gone if you fall behind, hesitate, or even do anything that could make us think you'll be a liability."

"I understand," you spoke.

"For extra training, you'll be working with Jungkook."

Both you and Jungkook stood up, immediately protesting to Namjoon's words.

"No, fucking way."

"Is there not someone else I could work with?"

Namjoon raised an eyebrow.

"Already giving up?" he challenged.

You stiffened, shaking your head at him. You glanced at Jungkook, who was glaring at the leader.

"Kook, you'll train her. Properly. And don't jeopardise her training just because you want her out. I'll know if you do."

Jungkook huffed a disgruntled 'fine' and slumped back into his chair. You smiled, sitting up and looking at Seokjin, who gave you a subtle thumbs up.

"So, when do we start?" you asked, looking amongst the men.

"Well, first we'll show you to a proper bedroom, somewhere that can be your space while you're here. After that, it's entirely up to Jungkook," Namjoon explained. "Dismissed."

All the members stood and dispersed except Jungkook, who sat with his face in his hands. You sat uncomfortably, wanting to say something.

"Hey," you spoke softly.

Your gentle tone had Jungkook looking up at you. He could see the slight innocence in your eyes. You were clearly nervous. Jungkook sat up, looked at you properly, and waited for you to continue.

"I know you may hate me, and you'll think I'll get in the way. But at the end of the day, I want what you all want. My father dead," you muttered, avoiding his gaze.

"We'll begin training properly tomorrow. I'll show you to your room," Jungkook responded, ignoring your words.

He stood and beckoned you to follow. With a huff, you complied, climbing out of your chair. The walk to your new room was quiet, and you made sure to be a few feet away from him, in case he suddenly tried to do something.

"Here," Jungkook spoke softly, gesturing to the door before him. "If you need anything, ask anyone but me."

"Thank you?" you questioned, opening the door and stepping inside.

You were pleasantly surprised by the room. It was small and almost looked Victorian, with a four-poster oak bed in the middle of the left wall as you walked in, adorned with delicate silk for added privacy.

You sat down on the bed, slowly sinking into the mattress, it slowly enveloping you like a blanket. You hummed at its comfort, throwing yourself back onto the bed and sighing.

Rain lightly pattered against the ceiling, the soft sound easing your mind, as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

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A sudden banging noise had you stirring in your sleep. A repeated banging noise. You sat up, eyes straining to open at the noise hitting against your wall.

"What the fuck?" you mumbled quietly, moving to the headboard of your bed, and pressing your ear against the wall.

You turned bright red when the consistent banging amplified, following a string of constant moans from a woman. You jerked away from the wall, a disgusted look on your face.

Deciding that listening to this was too much, you climbed out of bed and left your room. You wandered aimlessly down the hall and ended up back in the meeting room where you sat earlier that day. You sat in one of the chairs and slumped over, face resting against your forearms.

You only now seemed to realise how alone you truly were. You had no real home, no other family, you were completely and utterly alone. Unknowing tears fell from your eyes, dampening your arms and sliding down onto the wooden table.

"You alright?" a voice sounded, startling you.

Quickly wiping your eyes, you turned in your seat to see Jimin, who was leaning against one of the walls. You sniffed, nodding and turning back around.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you lied. "Just trying to take everything in."

"Well, we both know that's a lie."

Jimin moved around, sitting opposite you, clasping his hands together. There was a pause, the silence uncomfortable.

"Are you a superhuman at all?" Jimin suddenly asked.

"What?" you replied in shock. "No, no, not at all. Why do you ask?"

"No one has ever broken out of my trance before; you are the first. I don't like the fact you could do it so easily."

"It wasn't easy. You can trust me on that," you explained. "When I was younger, my father had trained me a lot in situations in case I was kidnapped. Like how to beat tiredness, et cetera."

"Your dad sounds paranoid," Jimin mumbled, twiddling his thumbs. "And a complete dick as well, for how easily he gave you up."

You snorted.

"Yeah. He was never really there as a father, but he'd show me he cared. With gifts and such. I thought he just wanted me to be safe. But now I realise that wasn't the case," you muttered, eyes downcast.

"So he neglected you."

"I wouldn't say that, I just needed to learn how to look after myself", you tried to reason, but Jimin's look told you otherwise. "If it makes you feel any better, you can use your power on me again, and this time I won't fight back," you suggested, wanting to change the subject.

"No, no," Jimin chuckled. "I'd just send you back to bed, and honestly, I don't think that's a good idea when Kook is busy fucking out some girls brains."

"Oh my god, it's him that's making all that racket?!" you cried out.

"He's always like this. We all have our fair share of sex, but Jungkookie likes to do it the most. I think it helps him let off steam."

"At this rate, I'll need to ask for a different room just to get some peace," you sighed, face palming.

"I'm afraid we have no spare rooms. Unless you wanna share with me?" Jimin joked, winking at you.

"I'll pass, I'm afraid," you chuckled.

There was another silence, but this time it wasn't as awkward as the first.

"If you don't mind me asking. How did you join BTS?"

Jimin stiffened slightly, taken aback by your sudden question. You bit your lip, worried that it may have been too soon to ask this sort of question. But he sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"I used to be a stripper, believe it or not," Jimin began.

You sat, watching him intently as he spoke. His blonde hair bounced slightly whenever he talked, looking incredibly fluffy. But you refrained from reaching out and grabbing it.

"As you know, my code name is Siren, but that's also what my stripper name was at Sex Bomb. It wasn't ideal for me, but it was good pay at the end of the day."

"So, how did you end up finding BTS?" you asked eagerly.

"So many questions," Jimin chuckled. "Unfortunately, your dad happened."

Your eyes saddened at Jimin's words. It was clear from what Seokjin and now Jimin were telling you that the boys had clear grudges against your father. They had every right to kill him, as did you.

"He wanted us shut down, due to our popularity. But when we won the court case, as we had broken no laws. He had hired people to burn the place to the ground."

"Oh my god," you gasped. "Were you alright? Was everyone else okay?"

Jimin paused, the memory resurfacing, clearly beginning to upset him.

"I was one of the only few people to get out. I had lost my best friend at the time in that fire, along with so many others. It was truly a tragic day."

Jimin's sobs were quiet, tears slowly cascading down his cheeks as he told you his past. It was upsetting to see the man so heartbroken, especially when it was about someone he cared so deeply for.

"I had found BTS not long after. We planned everything, how to break into Soo-hyun's home, who to target. Until Seokjin came along. And now here we are. Superhumans, getting ready to crush Soo-hyun in every way possible."

"So, I'm guessing each of you has some personal issues with my father, and it's how you banded together."

"Essentially, that's how it went down. But some of us have had it worse them others. I'm more of an open book, so telling my story comes naturally to me, despite it still hurting. The others may take time," Jimin explained.

"I see. Well, thank you, Jimin, for sharing it with me nonetheless. And I am sorry for what my father has done to you. Hopefully, you'll get closure when he is dead."

"Yes, hopefully, indeed," Jimin chuckled, moving to step out of his seat.

You watched as he quickly bid you a goodnight and walked back out of the meeting room. Sitting in silence now, you let your head rest against your forearms on the table once again, but this time slowly drifted off to sleep.

to be continued...

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[shuublebunny]

Ok so I ran out of space in the tags, so I'm gonna write my thoughts in a more intelligible, streamlined fashion that will hopefully be easier to follow than my original brain scramble. I am an absolute Phantom of the Opera FIEND, so if you're interested in my word vomit, please keep reading after the cut. This might be a long one

Gene

So, for those of you who aren't familiar with the story of The Phantom of the Opera, the Phantom (aka Erik in the books, which is just easier to type out quickly) is largely deemed horrifying for his willingness to cause suffering in the name of his obsessive infatuation with a young soprano named Christine. He is so enthralled by her beauty and her voice, but because of the way he was treated due to his deformity, feels that she would never love him in return. So, he does what any rational person in their right mind would do and kidnaps her (several times), threatens her, forces her to carry out a "pretend" engagement and cut off her relationship with the actual man she loves, Raoul (we'll get to him later), tortures and murders a bunch of civilians and opera house employees, and of course, makes attempts on Raoul's life and subjects him to psychological torment in his not-so-sexy torture dungeon made of smoke and mirrors.

So how does this relate to Gene? Well, if we consider MCD Gene, he actually fits quite well.

Gene became a shadow knight after he was executed in his village. Why was he executed? Well, he let his infatuation with a beautiful woman get the better of him, going to such lengths as to force her to return his affections with magic, effectively stripping her of her autonomy for his own selfish desires.

He also, especially as a shadow knight, leans into the whole torture aspect of the Phantom as well. The entirety of Laurance's Nether arc is heavily implied, if not explicitly stated to have been spearheaded and led by Gene, who would relentlessly torture him over the course of his shadow knight transformation.

Laurance

So, I've already made my point that Gene would make the better Erik candidate in a PotO AU, so why bring up Laurance? That is because I personally believe that while he might not be Phantom material, he certainly fits into Raoul's shoes quite well (I told you we'd get to him)

So, aside from being tortured by Erik, what does Raoul bring to the table that Laurance would be a good fit for? Raoul is a lover. He's the charming, hopeful, romantic second son of a noble family, about to be sent off as a military officer. He is kind, affectionate, and fiercely protective, but not infallible to the corruption of pride, impulsivity, and rage, making him somewhat susceptible to Erik's psychological torture. But he is able to overcome, because in the end of it all, he is a lover, and he wants to protect Christine.

Let's cover the similarities with Laurance, shall we? He's the adoptive son of the lord of Metelli, and becomes the head guard of Metelli, later becoming one of Aphmau's personal retainers (noble? Check. Military officer/fighter? Check.) He also puts out this suave and charming air, especially with the ladies. But the similarity that counts the most imho is his proclivity to love and HOW that affects him.

Yes, Laurance is a flirt. One might call him a manwhore (sorry bud), or at the very least, that he gives off that vibe, especially at the beginning. But Laurance is, above all, loyal (for the sake of simplicity, I'm leaving out his character assassination in season 3 bc it really was SO out of character, and the series went on hiatus before we ever saw it get resolved), especially when it comes to the people he loves.

He got trapped in the Nether because of his love for his sister and his soft spot for Castor. Laurance (in canon (I think? I haven't seen that ep in a hot minute, so forgive me if I'mwrong)) says that it's his love for Aphmau that keeps him sane. While I personally don't know if that's reasonable considering they didn't know each other very well at the time, and think that it was probably more thoughts of Castor and Cadenza that helped him through, I can't disregard the time where his affections for Aphmau DID put him in a precarious position with his sanity and morality, and then brought him back to see reason soon after:

The werewolf arranged marriage arc. Yep. He fucking massacred an entire royal court of werewolves over the idea of Aphmau being forced to marry without her consent. The idea of her autonomy being stripped from her was enough to send him into a white-hot shadow knight rage. In the same vein, it was Aphmau and his love for her that brought him clarity again. She brought him back to earth. She brought back his humanity.

To be fair, this idea would really only work with Aphmau in the place of Christine Daae if we were going off of canon, especially MCD canon. (If we had Laurance as Gene's foil and Raoul's stand-in for the AU, but I like to think it could work

Anyway, thank you to those who read this entire thing. Idk what possessed you to make you willing to hear this entire yap session about a Gothic horror novel/1980s mega musical AU for a weird ass minecraft roleplay from 2015, but I appreciate you. Also thank you op for sharing this poll, bc I shared so many thoughts I didn't even know I had until now

okay guys since the first vote was so close. quick the aphmau characters were put into a phantom of the opera au

[bearlytolerant]

[wizardnuke]

loudly bitching about someone over the phone for 40 minutes straight at work while coworkers sideeye me. sorry. i have never shown this behavior before and itll be another two years before i do it again

[agayconcept]

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[classyrbf]

roommate!choso who constantly brings a new girl over every few weeks. He goes out with his lame friends, partying and drinking, stumbling into the apartment during the middle of the night with a random girl who he ends up fucking. It drives you absolutely nuts. No matter how many times you ask nicely for him to keep it quiet or even maybe go over to her place, he gives you the same apology and fake smile.

And tonight was one of those night. The clock at your bedside table flashes the time

1:47 am

and all you hear is the sound of choso’s bed creaking, the girl letting out the most pornographic moans. “I’m cumming!” She yells and you roll your eyes in annoyance, sitting up in your bed. If you weren’t going to sleep at all, you might as well just sit on your phone and watch YouTube to make the time pass. But even minutes later, they’re still going at it, both of them moaning and whimpering, skin on skin slapping against each other.

It was getting hard to distract yourself and even harder to ignore. You stirred in your spot, letting out a deep sigh. As much as it annoyed you, hearing them two go at like rabbits, you couldn’t help but get turned on. Your mind kept drifting to choso, his chiseled face and body, his voice and siren like eyes. It was hard not to find him attractive.

Your hands found their way into your pants, your fingers finding your clit and gently rubbing. It was so pervy of you to listen and actually get off to it, but what else were you supposed to do? You were tired of listening and complaining to him, and at times you wish it were you. With the way these girls sounded like literal porn stars, it was hard not to wonder what he’d feel like inside of you, or how pretty he looked while eating you out.

Before you know it, you were fully undressed, rocking your hips to the rhythm that choso was going, humping the corner of your pillow. Your hand reached up, groping your tits and pulling at your perky nipples, wishing so badly that it was him instead. “Mmph,” you whimper, bumping your clit against the fabric. Why did this feel so good?

Your skin burns hot, mind running wild with imagination. Oh how badly you wished this pillow could be his face, riding his tongue instead. “Oh, yes,” you shakily breathe, pleasure slowly building inside your core. With each rock of your hips, your pussy grows wetter and wetter. It’s the fact you weren’t even getting off to them, but to choso himself. The noises were drowned out by your own thoughts. “Ah! Ah!”

You bite down on your lower lip, circling your hips into your pillow to put more pressure on your clit. Your brows furrow in pleasure and you can tell youre close, that overwhelming sense of pleasure clouding your senses and making your head foggy. “Fuckk!” You moan, eyes fluttering shut, hands reaching up to tweak your nipples between your fingers. The added pleasure pushes you over the edge. “Oh my god! Nnngh!” Your hips jolt against the pillow as your orgasm overtakes you. Did you really just cum to the thought of your roommate? You couldn’t even be bothered to do deal with that right now. Eyes heavy with sleep, you fall over on your bed, still trying to catch your breath. It only took you a few minutes to fall asleep.

Choso stands there in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee when you walk out your bedroom, rubbing your eyes and dragging your feet across the floor. “Someone slept in,” he spoke aloud, catching your attention.

“Shut up. You and whatever girl you brought back were loud last night and I couldn’t sleep!” You shove him out the way, grabbing the orange juice from the fridge.

“Yeah…you were pretty loud last night too. Guess that makes two of us,” he chuckles. With wide eyes, you swiftly turn your head towards him to see he’s already looking at you with a cocky smirk. “Heard you after the girl left. You should really take your own advice and quiet down.” He sips from his coffee.

How long were you going for? It really didn’t seem like that long at all. “Please shut up and forget you heard anything.” You slam the fridge shut, forgetting about your orange juice and walking back to your bedroom.

“If you need help next time, just let me know!” He shouts while you walk away, slamming the door on him.

[thehoneybeestings]

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲

𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚!𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Word Count: 3.3k

Synopsis: Sevika has grown awfully fond of the owner of Zaun's only bakery; in fact, she'd do anything for her. So, when a hard heat hits the baker, Sevika can't help but offer a helping hand.

Content/Warnings: omegaverse! if it's not your thing don't read it; nsfw, top!sev, bottom!reader, soft dom!sev, reader is referred to w fem terms/pronouns, reader has female anatomy, sev has a dick bc i think all alpha's do?? idk im new here

A/N: so... heyyyy guys... yes i know this is not on my wip list but i was struck with divine inspiration and who am i to work against higher forces! this is my first time dabbling in omegaverse so i hope it suffices...

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

 ──˚₊୨ৎ•‧₊˚──

There’s something tugging at Sevika.

She’s already scanned the room for what it could be, but nothing seems out of the ordinary. The booth she routinely occupies at The Last Drop feels no different than it ever has, the playing cards and poker chips littering the rickety wooden table in front of her are just as beat up as they always are, and her drunken opponents are as easy to beat as ever.

She’s slouched back against the wall behind her, brows furrowed and eyes trained on the half-empty glass of whiskey dampening its paper coaster. The anticipation buzzing around her shouldn’t feel so foreign; the woman’s M.O. is to be at attention, at all times, with no exceptions. Still, there's a hum of urgency that's much louder tonight than usual. Something is telling her-something is demanding her-to remain alert, attentive, ready to be of service.

Her flesh hand twitches, fingers squeezing around the rim of the glass she holds for a split second.

Someone needs her. Someone needs her now.

She can’t put her finger on who it could be, or why it could be, so she taps at the glass’s rim with it instead.

A voice, gruff after nearly a lifetime of smoking, pulls her from her concentration on ripples running through liquid amber.

“You even payin’ attention?” The ash of his cigar falls onto the table as the hand that holds it gestures towards her chips.

On an ordinary night, she’d shoot the shit. Give him a playful scoff. Tell him that she wasn’t paying attention at all, and somehow, she was still kicking his ass.

But, despite the normalcy of The Last Drop’s Friday night debauchery, despite the inventory she’d taken of her surroundings telling her that everything should be okay, she still can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong.

It’s pulling her to her feet now. She downs the rest of her whiskey as she stands, mumbling something about everyone splitting her earnings evenly as she walks off. Her opponents are left entirely confused and a little bit richer as they watch her stride away with her usual purpose.

Where this pull is taking her, she has no idea. Frankly, she doesn’t care. She no longer feels her stomach wrenching as she tries to fight off the force yanking at her cloak, begging her to go wherever she’s going now. With every step, there is clarity.

Someone needs her. Someone needs her now.

She's getting closer to them. With every step she takes, she finds that her lungs are easier to fill now that she knows this person needn’t worry any longer.

When she ends up at your door, her entire body melts on exhale.

Of all the people in the world, there’s no one else she’d rather be needed by.

Be it the chaos that had ensued just before meeting you for the first time, or the way you seemed to calm her stormy seas at first glance, she remembers it like it was yesterday.

She remembers swinging the bakery’s door open in a panic, eyes wide and wild as they hurriedly scanned the room for a head of fluffy hair dyed blue.

“I’ve got her,” a voice rang out. A voice like honey to match your honeysuckle scent, she immediately noted.

You stood behind the counter, placing a piping bag down and wiping your hands on your blush-colored apron with a shy smile.

Lo and behold, there sat Isha, perched on the marble countertop next to you. She stared up at Sevika with big, innocent eyes; far too innocent for a girl who’d just escaped Sevika's grasp and booked it to the bakery she’d been begging to visit for weeks now.

“She’s quick,” you chortle. “Sugar may not have been the best idea, now that I think of it…”

You look over at the small girl whose mouth was now opening as wide as it could go to take a bite of the blueberry muffin you’d given her. It was too late. She was hooked and sure as shit to be bouncing off of the walls, now.

Sevika’s eyes trail from the crumbs stuck to Isha’s lips to the affectionate smile gracing your own. It was too late. You were sweet as honey, and she was hooked, too.

That was nearly a year ago, now. Trips to the bakery slowly but surely changed from Isha’s demand to Sevika’s suggestion. Eventually, Sevika began visiting on her own; before work to get a coffee, during her breaks to grab a cheese danish, after work to pick up a blueberry muffin for Isha.

It would have been less-than-chivalrous if she hadn’t begun offering to hang around until you closed shop so she could walk you home, would have been impolite to decline the Sunday afternoon taste-testing sessions you’d started inviting her over for.

She’s a gentlewoman. It’s only principle. That’s what she tells herself, at least.

That’s what she tells herself as her knuckles tap thrice on your door.

She starts to feel antsy again when you don’t come bounding to the door as usual, when your honeyed voice doesn't call out that you’ll be right there. She worries even more when you do reach the door, but it doesn’t swing open to reveal a bright smile, a pretty girl covered in flour and smelling of vanilla. Instead, you flick the deadbolt to the right, trail back to your room, and leave the door unlocked for her to enter of her own accord.

Her stomach turns like the doorknob she’s grasping, but as soon as the door opens, she knows what’s wrong.

The blossom of honeysuckle in the spring floats through the air. This much was a given; she knows this is what she’ll smell when she’s around you.

Tonight, though, it��s honeysuckle and something else. Something thick, hitting her like a brick wall. A white musk that nearly knocks her back when it crosses the threshold of your apartment door to meet her in the hallway.

She’s quick to step in and even quicker to close the door behind her. That scent was sure to attract unwanted visitors: Alphas looking to sink their gnashing teeth into something sweet.

She twists the deadbolt back to the left, her eyes darting across the room to find you. When that doesn’t suffice-when you’re nowhere to be seen- she follows your scent trail instead. Follows it back to your room, where her heart nearly breaks at the sight before her.

You’ve got what she figures must be every pillow in the house propped up against the headboard, every blanket you own pushed down to the foot of the bed, and you sit at the center of it all with your legs pulled into your chest, your head buried in your knees, and your arms wrapped around the ball you’ve curled yourself into.

There’s a pedestal fan pointed directly at you, despite the oversized sweater you adorn. You’re refusing to take it off, she bets. Want something soft and warm wrapped around you at all costs, even if it means you’ll sweat through it.

A soft grin spreads across her face as she approaches, slow and steady. It was her turn to calm your storm, now.

She sinks to her knees next to your bed, elbows resting on the flower-shaped throw pillow she remembers you buying when you were out shopping in the square with her one day. She’d taken a liking to it herself, always opting to rest her head on its pink petals as she stretched her long legs along the length of your couch, or holding it close to her chest as the two of you watched yet another horror movie you both knew damn well would keep you up all night.

She tries not to think too much of the fact that of all the pillows stacked upon your bed, it's the one you’ve got right next to you.

Her voice is nearly a whisper when she finally speaks, grey eyes soft and warm as they gaze up at you from her place on the floor.

“Hey, doll.”

All you manage to muster in response is a weary groan.

She exhales through her nose, eyebrows knitting together in concern.

“Rough heat?”

Your muffled sob cuts through the quiet, and her hand flies out to knead your thigh.

Her eyes widen in sudden consternation. Your skin is a brazier underneath her large palm.

“Janna,” she suddenly calls out, eyes frantic as they travel across your figure. “Y/n, you’re burning up. How long have you had a fever?”

She trades flesh for cold metal, anchoring her mech hand to your thigh in hopes that it’ll cool you down. Her right hand splays across your back, rubbing large circles across its expanse as you sniffle into your knees.

“Two days,” you mumble weakly, and much to her dismay.

Two days was too long for you to be in this state, nevertheless alone.

“I thought I’d have been claimed by now,” you admit, your voice wobbling.

“Don’t talk like that,” she commands. “There’s no timeline for this stuff. It’ll happen when it-”

“It’s not like that!”

Your head finally snaps up from your knees, teary eyes locking onto hers.

“It’s not… It’s not that I can’t find anyone. It’s that I can’t…”

Your voice breaks, and her hand trails up from your back to rest on the back of your neck, her thumb massaging the tightness at the base of your skull as she waits patiently for you to gather yourself.

You’re well aware that in the crux of an already grueling heat is not the best time to share an admission that very well could permanently alter your relationship with the woman you hold dearest. You’re also aware that you won’t be able to keep lying to Sevika for much longer.

You wouldn’t be able to keep lying to yourself for much longer.

Your words are still shaky despite the bracing deep breath you take before speaking.

“I can’t stand anyone else’s scent…”

Her hand stills, but her touch doesn’t falter. Her face doesn’t fall.

She’s still here. She’s still steady, still constant, but she needs you to be sure.

“Anyone else?” She asks, her voice low.

A small huff escapes you. You know Sevika. She doesn’t do vague.

She’s going to make you say it.

“I can’t stand anyone’s scent but yours.”

A pregnant pause settles in between the two of you.

And then, her hand is moving from the back of your neck to tuck a tendril of hair behind your ear.

“Do you want me to help?”

You nod fervently, words tumbling from your lips before you can stop them.

“Want you so bad, it hurts; please, Sev, I-”

Her lips crash into yours, stealing your breath away. Your heart is already racing, your core is already throbbing, you’re already whimpering into her mouth.

It was too late. You were sweet as honey, and she’d just gotten a taste.

 ──˚₊୨ৎ•‧₊˚──

It’s been hours. She’s been fucking you for hours.

You nearly feel bad for being so insatiable; only nearly, because she had made it very clear very quickly that you needn’t ever apologize for lasting so long, for needing the next round not even five minutes after the last, for wanting it faster, harder, deeper.

You needn’t ever apologize for allowing her the opportunity to take care of you.

Much to your dismay, sometimes taking care of you meant that she would slow down to check in, insist you take a breather, or get you a glass of water. Sevika knows that what you want is to be ravaged, to let your mind go all fuzzy and your body go all limp as she takes you, claims you, breeds you. Sevika knows that what you need is someone looking out for your best interest when you’re all-consumed by your heat, someone who knows that the responsibility of an alpha is to provide far more than a good fuck.

Still, she isn’t surprised that you nearly burst into tears when her pace begins to relent. Janna knows how hard it is for her to stop when you look so pretty laid out for her like this; legs thrown over her shoulders, hands desperately grabbing at firm muscle and cool metal, brows knit together in pleasure as you cry out for her.

She leans down to press a kiss to the beads of sweat forming on your hairline, and knows she needs to stop anyway.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you plead, wrapping your legs around her waist and rolling your hips up into her own, “please don’t stop, please keep going, Sev…”

She plants a kiss on your shoulder this time, the salt of sweat-sticky skin on her lips.

“You’re getting too hot, baby,” she purrs. “We’re not done, I promise. Just need to make sure you cool off for a second.”

You whine in defiance, and she hums in understanding, but you’re too fucked out to do anything but lay there and let her press a cool rag to your forehead and your flushed chest.

“You feelin’ okay, mama?”

She doesn’t miss the way your lip quirks up into the beginnings of a smirk.

“What?” She asks with a grin, bearing the gap in between her teeth. You’d told her it was cute once. The tips of her ears were dark red for the rest of the day.

“Don’t call me that,” you smile.

She just quirks a brow in playful curiosity.

“Not unless you plan on putting a baby in me.”

Her hands still. Her grin falters. For a moment, you worry that you’ve crossed a line.

Then, glittery grey irises go dark like a storm cloud rolling in. Her eyes are lidded, full of desire. Her jaw clenches, her nostrils flare, her muscles twitch for a split second.

Her head dips down to hide in your neck, but there, she finds that honeysuckle and musk hit her even harder here. You don’t miss the way her body writhes atop your own.

“Careful joking around like that,” she husks.

You buck your hips up in a challenge. “Who said I was joking?”

And then, she whines. Sevika whines.

“Couldn’t get you pregnant if I wanted to, doll,” she resigns. “I’m on suppressants.”

“That’s okay,” you coo, hands stroking up and down the length of her back, her skin warm and her muscles strong underneath your palm. “You can pretend. Jus’ want you to cum inside of me.”

This time, she growls, and you don’t miss the way her canines scrape across your pulse point.

She trails open-mouthed kisses from your neck, to your jaw, to the corner of your lips, breath shaky along the way.

Her resolve is crumbling, her restraint weakening. She had found you in need, and now, here she was, just as desperate as you had been.

“Come on, baby,” you urge, voice just over a whisper. “Take me.”

You're flipped over and pinned to the bed in a second. She yanks you up onto your knees by your waist, and her mech hand travels down your spine to push you further into the mattress while her flesh hand works to line herself up in between your legs. You gasp when you feel her sliding through your slick, whine when she presses an inch in before slipping back out and dipping down to nudge your swollen bud of nerves, groan when she finally presses into you completely, the head of her length prodding at your cervix.

She pants above you, both hands settling on your waist as she gives you a moment to adjust, and as soon as you're pushing back against her, she’s snapping her hips into you. Her grip is bruising as she pulls you back to meet every thrust. Your hands fly out to grab at the sheets next to you, your heady cries of pleasure muffled by the soft pillows piled at the head of the bed.

“How’s that? Huh?”

Her voice is gravelly from exertion. Sexier than it already is. How that’s even possible, you’re not sure. You don’t care. You can’t even think.

Sevika leans down to nip at your earlobe.

“Talk to me, baby,” she rasps. “This what you wanted? Wanted me to fuck a baby into you, hm? Wanted me to make you mine?”

You nod frantically, babbling out a yes, sobbing into the pillow. You bite down hard on your bottom lip, hiccupping against the breath you can’t seem to catch.

“I’ve got you,” she croons, her pace gentler now. “Deep breath for me, doll.”

Her flesh hand interlaces with your own, her thumb rubbing soothing circles into the meaty flesh between your thumb and your forefinger. You nod with a whimper, following her command.

“Good girl.”

She reaches down in between your slick-covered thighs to circle at your clit, rubbing lazy circles in tandem with her slow, deep strokes. She hisses at the feeling of your velvety walls clenching around her, grits her teeth as she begins to speed up.

You make it so damn hard for her to keep it together, reaching up to grab the hair at the nape of her neck and pushing her head down into your shoulder. She knows exactly what you’re asking for.

Her bite.

You’re asking her to sink her teeth into sugar, and Sevika’s always had a sweet tooth.

She clenches her jaw even tighter. Takes deep breaths through her nose. Fucks you into the mattress instead.

The bite will come later. When you’re not in heat, when you’re thinking clearly, when you can comprehend that what you’re asking for is to be bound to her. When it does come- when you do ask for that- she’ll say yes. No question.

She’s been yours since the moment she walked through the bakery’s doors nearly a year ago.

But right now, she’s here to take care of you. Nothing more, nothing in return.

A voice like honey rings out like music to her ears.

“Oh- fuck, don’t stop. Mm- gonna… gonna cum…”

“That’s right, baby. Give me another, yeah?”

And when she latches onto the juncture between your shoulder and your neck, sucking just hard enough for you to feel a dull pinch, you fall apart, her name tumbling from your lips like a prayer.

That’s when she liked her name most. When it came from you.

This time, it’s what pushes her over the edge. It’s all nearly too much; the sound of you moaning her name, your scent inundating her senses, the feeling of you tightening around her, the pulse that thrums against her canines.

Shimmer doesn’t even make her feel this feral.

You can feel her twitching against your walls as she fucks you through your release with a new vigor.

“Fuck,” she grits, “say the word and I’ll pull out.”

“Don’t.”

Sugar meets spice. Your command is stern, and Sevika is good at following orders.

She ruts into you with a broken moan, hissing with each involuntary twitch of her hips as she spills into you.

Soon, she joins you in a leaden slump, her warm body caging you in and her cock still sheathed inside of you. The hum of the pedestal fan and the rasp of your pants fill the room like white noise.

And then, you giggle. A blissed out, breathy giggle that has the corner of Sevika’s mouth quirking up into a smile.

“What?” she pants.

“Nothing. Jus’ happy.”

She hums in contentment. “Feel better?”

“Much better.”

And Sevika can’t ignore the way her heart flutters, the pride she feels knowing she was able to take care of you, the desire she has to take care of you for as long as she lives.

The bite will come later, she reminds herself. Right now, there’s just you. Sweet as honey.

“Good,” she muses. “That’s what I’m here for.”

──˚₊• 𝐄𝐍𝐃 •‧₊˚──

p.s. anybody want pt.2 feat. reader getting sev's bite...?

[nochepsicodelica]

NSFW

Sitting on Toji's lap, watching TV together as he knocks back a couple beers. He keeps the bottle nestled between your legs when he's not sipping on it, his arm resting on your upper thigh area while his other hand mindlessly rubs and grabs at your tummy over your shirt. Every once in a while he leans in close to press a kiss to your temple and checks in on you. You can smell the alcohol on his breath, but he's pretty well behaved for being intoxicated, you think.

You don't know if he's occasionally rubbing the bottle against your crotch on purpose or if it's something he's unknowingly doing. Maybe he's fidgeting with it to give his hand something to do. You scoot back, away from the bottle, just incase he isn't doing it on purpose.

He stills the movement of his hand when you shift in his lap, moving away from where he keeps his bottle. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" He asks, his warm breath fanning against your ear. His free hand moves down to squeeze your inner thigh, the joint of his thumb grazing your pelvis.

"No, you're okay," you respond, putting your hand on his, turning briefly to smile at him before facing the TV again.

Toji progressively moved the bottle so that it ended up back between your thighs, the body of it rubbing up against you again, causing you to jolt at the sensation.

"What's wrong, pretty?" he murmurs, into your ear, his lips curled into a devilish smirk.

"The bottle..." you mumble, coy about addressing what's had your firm attention for a while now.

He peeks down at the evidence, his chin resting on your shoulder as he looks at the way the bottle is pushed snug up against your cunt.

"You're dirty, mama," he teases, a deep chuckle rumbling through his chest. "You're liking it, aren't you?"

"What? You're the one trying to get me off with your-"

"Shh..." once again you're met with a whiff of the alcohol lingering on his breath. You can taste remnants of it through the sloppy, wet kisses he steals from you. "You're liking it, aren't you?" He repeats, grinning at your flustered expression. "Look at her, look at her," he says, which only makes your cheeks burn even more, when he laughs, mockingly. "You are."

You sigh. He may be drunk, but he's not wrong.

"Say it, baby," he purrs, into your neck. "Say it and i'll make you cum sooo hard." He teases you with a rub of the bottle against your clothed clit.

"Fucking hell," you mutter under your breath, feeling pathetic for giving in to his game. "Fine. I liked it. It felt good. Is that what you wanna hear?"

"Fuck yeah. Wanna make my pretty girl cum in her shorts," he says, immediately rubbing the body of the bottle against your crotch.

"I-If i'm dirty..." you release a sharp breath. "Then you're a pervert."

"Mhm. All for you, sweetheart." He palms at your chest over your tank top, squeezing while moving his hand in circles. He can feel your stiffened nipples through the thin material. He takes turns rolling the clothed buds between fingers to make sure that they stay stiff, but also because he knows how turned on you get when he plays with your breasts. "Such a dirty girl," he says, sultrily, into your ear. "Letting me get you off with a beer bottle. Little freak." You arch off his chest, in his lap, a short barrage of whimpers reaching his ears. He pulls you back into him, his arm firm over your chest. "Doesn't take away from how pretty you are." His voice is so deep, you can feel it in your guts.

"Toji-"

"No, it fuckin' doesn't," he growls, into your ear. "'S why i've always got my hands on you, tryna fuck like some filthy dog. Mmm... baby, just can't help myself around you. I'm not gonna stop. Can't do it."

You whimper, writhing against him as he continues to grind the bottle against your cunt. His rambling shouldn't be as hot as it is, but god, you don't want him to shut up. It's fueling how close you are to cumming because of how he maneuvers the stupid bottle.

"You wet for me? Soaked?"

"Fuck- Yes, Toji," you moan, hands gripping at his thighs.

He hums, content with your response. "Yeah? Gonna cum?" His hand goes beneath your shirt to feel your bare skin on it. He drives his palm up your torso, towards your chest, his fingertips meeting your left nipple, rubbing until it's stiffened like before.

"Mhm," you nod. "Please... Please!"

"Such a loud, needy little thing. I can feel your heat making its way up the bottle." He laughs, again, like he's making fun of you for being so turned on for his perverse actions. Like he wasn't the one who started this. Scarred lips attach to the nape of your neck, kissing gently like he's apologizing for being mean. "Cum for me, baby," he says, speeding up the movement of the bottle against your clit. He rolls your nipple between his fingers, and your body instantly reacts.

"Oh fuck, T-Toji, fuck, oh my god," you cry out, falling into the void of pleasure produced by this unorthodox object. You trap the bottle between your thighs and grind against it, greedily taking control of your pleasure. Toji holds the bottle still and just watches you, his tired eyes absorbing every one of your movements and expressions as you shamelessly ride out your entire orgasm.

"Fuck..." you whimper, eyes shut as your hips stutter to a halt.

He pulls his hand out of your shirt, entirely speechless for a few seconds. You didn't even notice, too far into your post orgasm bliss.

Toji sighs, feeling as tired as you because of the alcohol. He turns the TV off and takes the bottle out from between your thighs, setting it down on the ground before putting your dazed self into a more comfortable position to sleep in—curled up against his chest. "You're so hot, baby... Too bad I can't fuck you like this," he mumbles, tiredly.

"Mhm," you hum, already dozing off. Toji lays his head back on the couch cushion and shuts his eyes. In less than a minute, he falls asleep, too.

[marigold-hills]

Regulus reads the ransom letter over French toast. There’s a half-grapefruit waiting for him, a cup of aromatic coffee, and a pot of Darjeeling. By all accounts, it’s the perfect breakfast.

Dear Lady Black, the letter reads, in a cursive written by someone who can’t write in cursive, I am sorry to say I have abducted your son, Master Regulus Black. Don’t worry, he is perfectly safe and will remain so, however if you would like to… the letter continues in such a manner. Even Regulus isn’t sure if he’d been kidnapped (sorry, abducted), or if he has simply popped out for a day with an old friend. There is only a vague mention of ransom – never mind the amount – and the man had signed with his full name.

“James Potter?”

“Yes?” the man – James – responds. Perks up.

“That’s really your name? And you put it in the letter?”

“Seemed the polite thing to do.”

“Are you dumb?”

James looks somewhere between affronted and amused. Not how people usually answer to being insulted.

Regulus twirls the fork in his fingers, and it turns into a rather smart – albeit still silver – quill. He’s always been adept at transfiguration. James snags on the movement, takes in a sharp breath. A click of fingers and the parchment turns blank.

To Her Excellence Lady Black, Regulus writes, using his non-dominant hand to obscure his handwriting. The words are rendered in a non-recognisable, but still stunning cursive.

As you are by now no doubt aware, your son Master Regulus Black has been kidnapped. At present he is safe and well. Please see attached a lock of his hair as confirmation.

No physical harm shall befall him, provided you follow the instructions I give you. Should you not, his death will not be swift.

Do not, for any reason, attempt to communicate with the Auror department or any private agency.

Before end of the week, secure 20 thousand galleons in old currency.

The galleons must be placed in a large cigar box, securely closed and wrapped in white paper. Remain at home and alert until midnight on Saturday and await further instructions.

Regulus signs the letter with an unreadable squiggle in place of a name, then twirls the silver quill around his fingers – it turns into a sharp, simple dagger. He cuts off a lock of his hair from behind an ear, where the disruption won’t be visible. Vanity, as always, present.

James stares dumbly as Regulus hands him the hair.

“Secure it and put it in the envelope with the letter.”

“Why?”

“She can see my magical signature in it. Will know that I’m alive and you’re not just trying to extort money for a corpse.”

“Huh,” James looks struck with something. “Clever. Never knew you could do that.” He takes the letter and reads through it, promptly choking on his tea. “20 thousand? Are you insane?”

Regulus doesn’t respond. Changes the dagger back into a fork (and James’ eyes get stuck on that, again), and goes back to his breakfast.

“That’s way too much money.”

“And how much were you going to ask for?”

“I don’t know. Five hundred?”

“Five… five hundred? That’s just insulting. Are you trying to be insulting?”

“What?”

“You think I’m worth five hundred galleons? The heir of the House of Back? Five hundred?”

Regulus is furious. Not only has he been kidnapped (abducted) by a moron: the moron thinks him worthless.

“Five hundred galleons is a lot of money.”

“Sure. If you’re poor,” Regulus argues, “you want five hundred? Here,” he takes the cheapest ring off his fingers and drops it on the table in front of James, “this is worth about double, pawn it and keep the change.”

James twirls the ring around his fingers. “Very pretty,” he smiles, slipping it on, rubbing the little leaf motif engraved in the silver, “you walk around with thousands worth of jewellery on you? Surprised nobody kidnapped you before.”

“I thought I was abducted.”

James looks downright delighted by the answer.

[luvyeni]

( drabble ) intoxicated ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 방찬 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ chan comes home drunk with only one thing on his mindヾ

boyfriend!chan・ reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・ sex under the influence, unprotected sex, breeding kink, pregnancy talk wc ・ ‎0.8k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

request. can you make one of Bangchan? please, he is drunk and horny after a party and he is obsessed with getting her pregnant ?

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 i loved writing this idk why i hope you like it <3

looking at the clock it was way past midnight when you heard the door open. “baby!” you heard your boyfriends slurred voice. “baby where are you!” you shook your head — shrieking when he came bursting through the door. “baby!” he yelled out. “hi baby!” you laughed at how drunk he was. “hi chan.”

“hi baby.” he smiled, face flushed as he stumbled over his own feet. “not that drunk i swear.” he said, but his actions said otherwise. “i missed you so much.” he kicked his shoes off; unbuckling his pants. “wished you would’ve came out tonight.” taking his shirt off, tossing it. “it was fun.” he clumsily climbed into bed, falling flat on top of you. “bang christopher chan!” you yelled, slapping his bare back. “get off you are heavy.”

“why.” he whined , wrapping his arms around you. “why are you being so mean?” his face pressed against your stomach. “i love you so much and you’re being so mean.” his eyes closed, you shook your head, thinking he was going to fall asleep. “chan let’s lay down now.” you tapped his cheek. “come on baby.”

it was silent; you thought he had actually fallen asleep — that was until you felt his hands lifting up your shirt. “channie what are you doing?” he hummed. “just wanna feel my girl.” he rubbed all along your waist. “you smell nice.” you chuckled. “it’s your body wash.” you ran your fingers through his hair. “i know, but im talking about your natural scent, smell so sweet.” he kissed your bare stomach. “ch-chan.” you warned.

“what?” he said softly, slurring his words. “let’s lay down.” you said, trying to get him to sleep, even though he was slowly turning you on. “o-okay.” he said, before sitting up, quickly pulling you down, your head hitting the pillow. “let’s lay down.” he kissed your neck. “ch-chan you’re intoxicated, we’re not having sex tonight.” he whined against your ear. “you’re not taking advantage of me , i know you feel how much i want you right now.” he took your hand, running it down his abs, down past his waist. “see.” he groaned, placing it on his cock.

“ye-yeah but you’re still not in your right mind.” you didn’t want to egg him on, but he wasn’t having it. “im well in my right mind to know how much i want to put a baby right here.” he pointed to your stomach. “wanna fuck you so full that it has no choice but to stick.” the air was too thick, you could still smell the alcohol on his breath. “let me finally put a baby in you.” his hand working into your panties. “chris.” you moaned. “see you’re so wet, you want this, you want to be fucked full of my babies.” he groaned. “let me do that.” his fingers slipped into your dripping cunt. “gonna get you pregnant tonight.”

chan was insatiable when he was sober, but it was nothing compared to when he was drunk. you were on your 4th orgasm, chan on his second; the clock beside you was almost at 2:30 am, but he didn’t plan on stopping — determined to have you swollen with his kid by the end of the night. “fu-fuck baby.” he groaned, his hips snapping against yours. “fuck i love this sweet pussy so much.” he groaned, his face flushed. “chan.” you moaned out. “so fucking tight , taking my fat cock like the good girl you are.”

he was pinning you to the bed as he plowed into you. the squelching noises from your previous orgasms filling up the room. “fuck you hear that baby -fuck- you pretty pussy is talking to me.” he huffed. “she wants to be bred so bad , she crying for my cock.” his necklace dangling in front of you. “you wanna cum for me?” you nodded dumbly, you were now intoxicated but not like alcohol, but his cock, you sobbed out. “so bad.”

“cum for me.” he whispered in your ear. “fuck chan!” you screamed out, you sweet juices spraying all over his abdomen. “ye-yes fuck baby.” he groaned. “fuck cum all over me.” he continued you to fuck you. “that’s it -fuck- fuck me im gonna cum again.” he moaned, cock twitching as his filled you up for the third time that night. “fuck im gonna breed you , fill you with my seed, give you a pretty baby.” he groaned. “fuck i love you so much.”

feeling his warm cum pouring inside you, he sighed falling against you, your bodies sticking together. “chan , channie get up we have to clean ourselves.” you could feel his heart beating as he softly snored on top of you. you ran your fingers through his sweaty wet hair. “told you , you were tired.” you kissed the top of his head. “you big goof, you know you can’t hold your alcohol.” he wrapped his arms around you , holding you close. “sleep now.” you chuckled. “fine.” you said, finally drifting off to sleep.

almost a week later the two of you were standing over the sink in your bathroom , a positive pregnancy test sitting right in front of you.

©️LUVYENI

[wonderjanga]

We Thought You Died?!

Billy became a hero in 1959, and he was a hit. He was extremely popular. Captain Marvel was a beloved hero. As for the Squadron of Justice? They were beloved too. They, plus Captain Marvel were the superheroes of that time. They were the flipping blueprint for being a hero, especially Captain Marvel. Then the bubble formed in 62, and they just disappeared off the face of the earth and everyone thought he died.

Then, out of nowhere, they just reappeared.

News channel: *showing a clip of Marvel*

Grandson: *tugs on Grandma’s sleeve* “Grandma, that looks like the hero guy the teacher are making us learn about.”

Grandma: “Amazing. He looks just like the real thing.”

Yeah… People didn’t really believe it at first. Though, to be fair, all the Fawcett heroes have been gone for over sixty years.

Old Man: “It’s disrespectful is it what is. Just because you have the same powers doesn’t mean you can dress up as a dead hero.”

Old Woman: “ I just feel bad for the families. To see someone dress up as your dead husband or wife and then go around pretending to be them? Disgraceful.”

It was then the Justice League got involved. They really couldn’t have these people running around like this. Not only that, but some of the imposters are lethal. Not to mention that there are people in the Justice League who used to know the Fawcett heroes. They were friends with them for Christ’s sake. So that’s why unanimously, they went and confronted these guys.

Supes: *hovering over Fawcett*

Marvel: *helps a cat out of a tree and sees him so he flies up*

Supes: *disapproving look* “I hope you know that if you’re trying to be a her—”

Marvel: “Oh my gods, your suit is awesome!”

Supes: “Thank you…?

Marvel: “Are you a new hero? What’s your name? Are you from Fawcett or are you gonna join us here?”

Supes: *computing, still stuck on the first question*

Meanwhile, Flash and Minuteman were arguing which then somehow spiraled into them getting tacos. Batman and Robin, and Mister Scarlet and Pinky are just fighting. And Bulletgirl and Wonder Woman had a civil conversation that actually got them a lot of information.

After sorting out the entire misunderstanding that they were all imposters, things thankfully got lighter.

Marvel: “Oh my gods, Jay, you’re an old man! What happened to your long luscious locks of beautiful brown hair?”

Barry: *holding back a laugh* “Long luscious locks?”

Jay: “Okay, it was not long, luscious, or beautiful. He just insists on calling it that to embarrass me.”

Marvel: “But it’s true! Or it was true.”

Jay: “No it wasn’t. I had perfectly average hair, thank you very much.”

Yeah, Billy met up with some of his old friends, and they were all ecstatic to see their eight feet tall, golden retriever who just wanted to make the world a better place.

Marvel: “So your not an hero anymore? Then what happened to the JSA?”

Alan Scott (First Green Lantern): “We disbanded…”

Marvel: “WHAT? Why?”

Alan: “Well, we were getting old. We needed to retire.”

Marvel: “Oh yeah.” *sounds a little bummed*

Alan: “I mean, there’s now this thing called the Justice League? Wildcat joined them. So did Mr. Terrific.”

Marvel: “That sounds like a ripoff of you guys!”

He joins anyways. So do the other Fawcett heroes cause they might as well. That’s when things go down hill once more because the JL are forced to remember that a couple Fawcett heroes, mostly Spy Smasher, kill people.

Batman and Spy Smasher: *tied up the Joker after beating up his goons*

Spy Smasher (SS): “Alright, let’s get out of here.” *pulls out a gun and puts it to the Joker’s forehead*

Batman: “What are you doing?”

SS: “I’m ending this…?” *cocks his gun*

Batman: *slaps the gun away* “No, you’re not. He’s going back to Arkham.”

SS: *pulls another gun out* “Yes, I am. Are you seriously telling me you don’t want to permanently end this guy? I’ve heard people call him a terrorist.”

The two then duked it out and the Joker still went back to Arkham anyways. Spy Smasher was so salty, not that literally anyone could blame him.

Marvel: “Wait, so people don’t kill villains anymore?”

SS: *sitting next to him, bandaged*

Wildcat: “Nope. Nowadays, you got to turn them into the police and let them break out again. I know it’s stupid.”

Marvel: “But what about the mass murderers? What about the Black Adams or the Captain Nazis? People who have done messed up stuff?”

Wildcat: “To jail they go. Why do you care anyways? It’s not like you killed any of your villains.”

Marvel: “Well, I didn’t, but I gotta ask because Smasher is trying so hard not to physically claw off his own skin at the thought of these guys just breaking back out.”

Safe to say, getting used to the modern world, took some getting used to for everyone. As for Billy, he chills with the gang at the old folks home, reminiscing about times as if he’s aged with them.

Also, like, genuinely, their disappearance would show up in top ten unsolved mysteries vids because genuinely, they just disappeared with no trace.

Billy also doesn’t know what to think of the many memorials he finds of himself and the other Fawcett heroes around the country.

[myjklet]

"You had a bad day, and your boyfriend did his best to cheer you up."

Pairing: Jungkook x Fem!Reader

Genre: Established relationship

Warnings: Cigarettes, she burns him with the cig once, vaginal fingering, hair pulling(m!receiving), nipple sucking(f!receiving), riding, choking and face slapping(m!receiving), unprotected sex but they are clean and in birth control!!! He cums inside her. Cuddlesss :(

Wordcount: 2,7k

a/n: That's one of my favorite lives of him, and he cheered me up that day when i was feeling terrible, so why not?

You close the door of your apartment, take off your shoes and coat and leave them lying around, then go to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Your boyfriend is sitting on the sofa with his cell phone in his hand, following you with his eyes.

"Hey my love, you arrived late, I was already going to call you. How was your day?"

You sip your water and set the glass down on the counter, letting out a tired sigh. He turns off his cell phone, puts it on the coffee table, and then walks over to you.

"Want to talk about it?" he asks, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

"Nothing much happened... just a couple of coworkers who made the atmosphere in the company bad and delayed everyone's work, that's why I arrived much later than normal, also I didn't wake up in the best of moods this morning."

He gives you a worried look, and you give him a small smile.

"I'm fine, my dear, really. I'm just really tired, and my whole body aches. But I'm going to take a long cold shower and come back to you brand new."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, my love, I am"

"Then go take your bath, relax, I'll wait for you"

He's incredibly beautiful in your eyes right now. He's wearing a basic black shirt with sweatpants and wearing his prescription glasses, smelling like a freshly-taken bath. You gave him another smile and a kiss, then headed to the bathroom. You spend a significant amount of time in there, as you said you were going to take a long shower, you really needed it.

You do your skincare, put on a pair of boxer panties and a shirt, which happens to be Jungkook's, and when you get to the living room, you're confronted with a scene that warmed your heart. He turned off all the main lights, leaving only the lamp next to the sofa on, prepared some snacks and beer, and there's music playing on the TV. All this as a plan to take your mind off anything that wasn't him. And that worked perfectly.

"Oh hey darling, feeling better?" He looks at you opening a beer.

"Yes, thank you... what's all this?"

"You were tired, so I thought i could cheer you up. Here are the snacks you like, I've turned on the TV and... Is the lighting okay for you?" He stares at you in a child standing position, and you let out a hearty laugh.

"It's perfect, my love."

"Come over here," now sitting on the sofa, he taps the empty spot on the sofa next to him, "sit here with me."

You go over and pick up the other open beer on the coffee table and sit down next to him. "You didn't need to prepare all that stuff for me Ggukie"

"Of course I did, you've had a bad day, I can't stand seeing you like this. If I could I'd have all your bad days for you."

"You're so sweet"

He smiles and looks down, sniffing the mouth of the bottle. "Is the playlist good? Or do you want me to change it?"

The playlist that's playing on the TV was created by the two of you, with the name Nights together ♡ and it was made especially for moments like this, or for when the two of you couldn't sleep and ended up staying up all night chatting and making out until you got tired.

"No you don't have to, it's good"

"Hmmm... but what about your coworkers?"

"Oh, they're husband and wife, at least they used to be. The wife caught her husband with someone else, someone else who works with them, the other woman almost had her hair pulled out"

"A couple who work together in the same job? And the guy still does this, basically to his wife's face?"

You nod, taking a sip of your beer.

"The atmosphere there got awful, the wife started crying and everyone took her in, I just hid in my computer and carried on working, I am less late than the rest of the people, but still, I was supposed to finish everything today."

“You were smart” he puts his mouth on the bottle.

“I still came off as the heartless one, and I'm not even close to her, even I've been a cuckold and I didn't suffer like that” Jungkook laughs and holds back from spitting out the sip of beer he was about to swallow. “You can laugh. She was yelling... Why did he do that to me? I got him this job! How ungrateful!” You imitate the wife. “And everyone was smooching her, comforting her, I can't stand it. She treated him so badly every day, he couldn't do anything wrong and she'd yell at him, that he was worthless, that she didn't know what she was thinking when she married him.” You eat some of the snacks.

“Maybe that's why he cheated on her”

“That's what I thought, but as I said, I'm not close to her, he could be a scumbag at home.”

“I'd never cheat on you, you know?” You giggle shyly and look down at the bottle in your hand, ”I mean it.”

You look up again and find him staring at you with his eyes shining.

“I missed you today”

“Just today?”

“Every day” his smile appears.

“Do you want to watch a movie while we cuddle?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing”

“Do I choose or do you choose?”

And there you are, late at night, watching your second movie. You're lying on his bare chest, and he's stroking your hair, you're paying more attention to the sound of his heart beating than to the movie, which is pretty boring by the way, but you don't care as long as Jungkook is with you. The door to the balcony is half open, and the chill air from outside comes in softly and spreads through the room with the smoke coming from the ashtray on the coffee table. Jungkook takes the cigarette from his fingers to his mouth, and you look closely at his arm, the veins popping out, pale skin, waiting to be marked. He blows out the smoke.

“This movie is so predictable”

“Huh?”

“Everyone knows that when he walks in there the door will close behind him” he offers you the cigarette, and you accept it looking at the screen, ”I told you, they don't make good horror movies anymore, they're all copies of each other”

You blow the smoke out of your mouth and sniff it back in through your nose, looking at him while he still insists on watching the movie. His glasses disappeared along with his shirt when the first movie ended, his hair is slicked back, he's lightly biting the piercing in the corner of his mouth and you have a perfect view of his neck. You snap out of your trance when you feel the cigarette starting to burn your fingers, and you reach out to put it out in the ashtray, but now all you can think about is the hand he has placed on your waist to prevent you from falling off the sofa.

“The idiot still tries to talk to the entity. These characters are so easy to kill”

You kiss his sternum trying to get his attention, “what a bad movie, I don't think I know how to choose movies anymore”.

“You say it's bad, but you can't take your eyes off the screen”

He looks at you, “I'm sorry, baby, I wanted to see how far the bullshit would go”

“Why don't we do something more interesting?” he puts his arm behind his head, using it as a support to see you better.

“Something on your mind?”

You stretch again, but this time, to get a new cigarette straight from the box, you also pick up the heater and sit on the lap of the dark-haired man below you. You light the cigarette, take a drag, and blow it in his face, who closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he opens his eyes, you turn the tip of the cigarette in his direction, and he gets the message, leaning on his arms to sit on the sofa and get face to face with you.

You put the cigarette in his mouth, and he puts his hands on your waist, helping you to get comfortable on his lap. He looks away as the smoke comes out of his mouth. The cigarette goes back in your mouth, and Jungkook is already looking at you with big eyes again.

“Blow in my face again... please”

You do what he asks, and you feel him shudder and squeeze your waist, “I don't even think about the movie anymore”.

A smirk comes over your face, and you run your hand through his hair, “You've been so nice today, organizing everything to spend time with me, helping me relax... I want to thank you for that”

He wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin between your breasts.

“My bunny... I've been keeping an eye on you since I got home"

“You can take your frustration out on me whenever you want”

“Would you do that for me?”

“Anything for you”

“Even if it means I'm going to be mean?” You wrap your fingers in his hair and pull it back slowly.

“Yes... I can be your personal punching bag if you please”

“Are you sure?” You say as you stub out your cigarette on his arm, staring into his eyes. He closes his eyes tightly and squeezes your waist very hard, which will probably leave bruises, but you don't care.

“Yes I am” he opens his eyes and keeps his gaze glued to yours. You drop the cigarette on the floor and attack his mouth.

He moves his hands up to your shoulders and back down to your waist. You rub yourself against him, looking for some kind of friction, and he pulls your waist closer in an attempt to do the same action.

“Lean your back against the sofa, it'll be better” you stand up, leaving his lap missing you, and he does what you said, being able to get a better view of you taking off your panties.

“Close your mouth, or you'll drool,” you say, smiling and getting back on top of him, ”I'll leave the shirt for you since it's yours.”

He laughs, you raise your arms, and he removes his shirt from your body, which he does with pleasure, then kisses his way down your neck.

“I've wanted to do that for a while”

“Then why didn't you do it before? You preferred to waste your time with that awful movie”

“I'm sorry, punish me for that” he says into your ear

You laugh, “you naughty boy”

He brings one of his hands down to your pussy, and runs his middle and ring fingers over it, “you're so wet”

“I've been wet since you took your shirt off, like an hour ago”

“Can I put them in?”

“Have at it, before I do it myself”

He puts his fingers inside you, looking at you as you close your eyes and arch your back. “You're so beautiful” you squeeze his shoulders, leaving your fingernails almost bruising him.

“Curl them” you ignore his compliment and give the order, he moves his fingers with ease, offering his thumb on your clit as a treat.

He puts his mouth on one of your breasts and licks his way to the nipple without taking his eyes off you. You pull his hair and call his name as he sucks your nipple and curls his fingers again. His other hand is on your waist, squeezing lightly. “I can't take my eyes off you, my sweetheart"

You growl and throw your head back, not giving a damn about the pain you're causing him by scratching his back like a wild animal, because that's how he makes you feel and that's how he asked to be treated.

He licks you from your nipple to your neck and nibbles on your earlobe, causing you to shiver.

“Jungkook stop.”

He pulls his fingers out of you, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, I just don't want to cum on your fingers, I want to cum on your cock” he sighs shakily, ”pull down your pants”

He lowers his sweatpants along with his underpants as much as this position allows him, and you put one of your hands on each of his shoulders, fitting your entrance to his tip.

You both moan in unison, feeling your bodies fit together perfectly, and you lower your hands from his shoulders to his chest. You move at a faster pace, and he grabs your ass, leaning his head against the back of the sofa. He lets out a whimper that was supposed to be your name.

“Look at me,” you order, squeezing his neck.

Your bouncing gets harder, his hands roam desperately over your body in a clumsy way, tears start to form in his eyes, and he coughs, obediently waiting for you to release his neck.

“Hit me”

“What?”

“Hit me, my love, please”

You stop pressing your hand to his neck without taking it away. He takes a deep breath, and you slam your hand on his cheek, marking your territory.

“You're so beautiful,” you slap him again. “I love you,” another slap. “My goddess,” and another slap. “I'd never cheat on you. You can treat me like shit every day, but I'll still love you and worship you, I'll do anything for you. You're my muse. I need you."

Your head is spinning, the cold wind coming from the balcony is chilling you, his mouth is seeking yours, and you connect them by wrapping your arms around his neck. You would be trapped for hours, days, even years in this moment, in what he, only he, causes you. In the way he, only he, loves you.

“Fuck, baby, I'm close”

“Let go, my love, I'll be here to hold you”

His words were like a trigger for your high to come. You scream his name and tremble around him. He kisses your neck in a sloppy way. Now he's moving his own waist, hunting his own orgasm.

“Baby, I'm sensitive, baby”

“I'm almost there, baby. Just hold on a little longer, please. I know I asked you to be mean, but don't do this to me.” You laugh and kiss him, moving your waist again.

He squeezes your waist and whines into your mouth.

“Love?” he breaks the kiss and looks deep into your eyes.

“It's okay, go on, I want you to,” you stroke the hair on the back of his neck.

And he allows himself to, sinking his head into the crook of your neck, hugging you as if someone wants to steal you away from him. The two of you hug in silence, and you can hear his breathing and his heart beating again, the TV already showing the typical Are you still watching? line.

He looks at you, with his hair messed up, his mouth red and wet from kissing, and droopy eyes.

"You're crazy", he smiles, "and I love you so much. If you left me, it would break me, I don't know how I could live without you by my side. You're my life."

"I'll never leave you."

"I know, I know." You caress his face, and he closes his eyes, seeking your touch like a magnet. You lean his head against you and hug him like a child in need of comfort.

"I love you so much, my bunny"

"I love you... I love you..."

"Thank you."

He looks at you again, "Thank you for today. You were very sweet for doing all this"

"Baby, you deserve so much more than this. This was a little treat. You deserve the world, and I feel guilty for not being able to give it to you"

You kiss him passionately and lean your forehead against his, "You're already my world, my love." He smiles with his eyes closed, and your breaths synchronize.

"Baby, I love that we're cuddling like this, but I really need to get cleaned up"

"I know, me too, take a shower with me, and then we'll watch another movie, or play a game, before bed"

"I'd love to."

"But if it's a movie, it has to be a good one," you smile.

He'll always make you happy, you don't need anything else, he'll always be your dopamine.

"Then you choose this time."

"And, hey"

"Yeah?"

"Did I overdo it with the cigarette?" You worry.

"Are you kidding? That was one of the sexiest things you've ever done"

"Good thing, but it still hurted you, let me take care of you"

[silens-oro]

Do I Divide and Pull Apart?

Not all fics have adult content, but this blog is 18+. Dr. Jack Abbot x Attending!Reader

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Synopsis: Night shift is down an attending and Dr. Robby has volunteered you to fill the space in the interim. Dr. Abbot may or may not have made the request for you specifically. Word Count: 2.9k Content Warning: Typical warnings for The Pitt, medical inaccuracies A/N: idk what this even is, but I started it and here we are. please comment & reblog :)

“What did I ever do to you, Robby?” You followed him from room to room as he visually checked in on patients, which led to the nurses station he was currently leaning on with you hovering anxiously next to him. 

“Other than becoming my star pupil, who is exemplary in the field of medicine?” He replied sarcastically, not looking up from the chart he was scrolling through on the tablet in his hand. “Nothing, I assure you.” He pushed his glasses up from where they slid down to the tip of his nose. 

“Then why am I, your ‘star pupil’, being punished?” You used finger quotes, staring unrelentingly at your Chief Attending. Robby sighed, setting the tablet down on the nurses station. He plucked his glasses off and squeezed the bridge of his nose before giving you one of his looks. The ‘please do not push back on me right now’ look that you had seen him give Langdon and Santos countless times when he needed cooperation, but rarely to you because you generally went with the flow. 

But not with this. This you definitely did not flow with. 

“This is not a punishment.” He said with a sigh, putting his glasses back on to resume charting as he shook his head.  

“It feels like a punishment.” You argued right back, because he was throwing you to the proverbial wolves. Or the actual wolves, because who knew what freaks came out on night shift. 

“It’s not. Look, I’m doing Jack a favor by doing this, alright? He’s down an attending and needs the backup for a few weeks until they can get everything sorted out, and then you’ll be back here in the land of rainbows and eternal sunshine.” He did some hand gestures to accompany his promise.

“You are so wildly funny, you know that?” You responded, completely deadpanned, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“See that humor? You’ll fit right in.” His easy going voice was starting to grate on you as he dismissed everything you were saying to him. It was his way of working you down, to lead you into a false sense of security so he could get a yes out of you. He didn’t need your approval, but knew everything functioned better when everyone was on board. 

“They can smell fear, Robby, the patients and the staff. I know they can —Dr. Abbot especially. Why don’t you send Langdon? I think we can all agree that he's a wonderful sacrifice.” 

“His wife just had a baby.” He looked at you over his glasses. “You know this.”

“But he didn’t have the baby, and she'd agree with me. That’s favoritism on your end, Robby, and it is highly frowned upon.” You shot back, making Robby’s forehead scrunch up with how high his brows raised. “What about Collins?”

“Nope, I need her here.” Robby dismissed the suggestion. 

“And you don’t need me?” You tried not to sound offended, but you were grasping at any straws you could grab ahold of to keep you amongst the daywalkers. Robby sighed your name, stressing the Doctor that came before it. 

“Neither of them are attendings. You are. I need you to do this for me. Please. I promise you that you’re making a big deal out of this for nothing.”

“Because it is a big deal.” You said through clenched teeth. “They’re gonna chew me up and spit me out, Robby. It’s an absolute freakshow at night.” He couldn’t stop the breathy chuckle that escaped him at your theatrics. He knew he was asking a lot, but he also knew you’d be just fine under Jack’s tutelage -you’d thrive, he’d go so far as to say. In more ways than one.

“You’re gonna be fine,” He reassured you with a heavy hand on your shoulder. He gave it two pats before he looked down at his watch and set the tablet down on the charging block and taking off in the direction of North 2. 

“We’re still talking about this.” You chased after him, his long legs aiding in his escape as you needed to take three quick steps for every one of his long strides. “I thought you liked me.” You whispered sharply, not wanting the conversation to carry over to the patients, but it did gain Dana’s attention as her eyes watched the both of you go off past the HUB and to North 2. 

“You know what they say about assumptions, kid. And what was that thing about favoritism?” Robby threw a teasing grin your way before pulling the curtain back to reveal a teen boy with a very broken collarbone from a skateboarding accident. Mohan was already in the room, getting things ready for him to walk her through getting the kid stabilized, but she still watched the interaction play out curiously as her hands worked. 

“Can you please check on the kids while I sort this out?” That was his form of a dismissal if you ever heard one. You narrowed your eyes at the back of his head as he snapped a pair of blue gloves on and you took off in the direction of where Santos and Whitaker were bickering in hushed whispers, and Javadi was nowhere to be seen. They both scattered in opposite directions when they saw you headed their way, a heavy frown masking your usual perky appearance and a dark cloud following behind you.  

“Don’t let it wig you out, kid.” Dana came up next to you and put her arm around your shoulder to pull you into her side as you both walked. “Who knows, maybe you’ll like the night shift.” The involuntary look you shot her had her cackling as she playfully pushed you in the direction of South 6, where you needed to get an update from Whitaker. 

You, in fact, did not like the night shift. Everything felt off, wrong, and just slightly too askew from the way you functioned on days. Even though it was only your first night on, you couldn’t wait for this to end. 

Jack’s eyes followed you worriedly as you tried your best to hold yourself together as you made a break for the door that led to the stairwell. 

“The MVA in South 8 —she knew the kid.” Jackie, one of the night nurses, filled him in. “She just let the family know.” 

“Shit,” Jack breathed out, running a hand through his hair. “We all good here for a few minutes?” She looked at the board and nodded. 

“Everyone’s taken care of for now. Do what you have to do.” 

Jack didn’t know a ton about you other than the fact that you were an excellent doctor, had a great bedside manner, and you used humor to fill spaces of silence. You hadn’t been an open book when you showed up for your first shift, but the first few pages were turned and he got to see a glimpse of what little you were willing to show. He knew you, of you, from your years at the hospital, but he never worked directly with you as he had tonight. 

You were familiar with the other residents and interns, the nurses and charge nurse of night shift. You were familiar with Jack, but you didn’t have a relationship with him like Robby did. His ways of teaching intimidated you when you first interned at PTMC, and you had gravitated to Robby’s more approachable methods of getting the job done. Not to say that Jack wasn’t an excellent trauma doctor, because he was one of the best, but while Robby was more orthodox and by the book, Jack was unorthodox. A cowboy of the ED, if you will.

You felt like a city girl dropped into the wild west. The faces were familiar —you’d overlapped with these people day in and day out over handoffs, but you didn’t know them. Not like you knew Robby, Collin’s, Mohan, Langdon, McKay, and Dana -or the nurses that kept you all sane, Jesse and Perlah in particular. Even the interns you had gotten to know, teaching them all you could -and they responded well to your patience and instruction. You already missed the panic that seemed to settle in Whitaker’s face every time you were in the room with him as he went through a procedure he’d never done before. That was just his face, you learned after the first week with him on, but he grew on you like a weed and your guidance seemed to help build his confidence.    

The personalities on night shift were so different, and in a way you guessed that they had to be a little off their rockers to work nights. And still, they welcomed you on. Jack had shaken your hand when you came in at 6:45pm, instead of 6:45am, and Robby gave your shoulder another pat as you started your shift in what you felt was an alternate universe. There had to be a Twilight Zone episode about this kind of thing, Right?

And Jack…you might as well have been hit by a truck the first time you saw him working within the first hour of the shift. You happened to be walking by trauma bay when your eyes caught the way the muscles of his forearms twitched and flexed as he helped reset a broken tibia and you lost yourself for the briefest of moments before you looked up and saw he was already looking at you with that stare he was known for. You scurried from the door, feigning your attention being called from elsewhere just so you could distance yourself from the enigma that was Dr. Abbot.

From then on you avoided him when you could, taking every case you could get in on where you could guide a resident or intern because this was a teaching hospital and you were an attending physician. 

But all of that had been forgotten, thrown to the wayside when you met the ambulance outside after getting the page for an MVA —kid hit on a bike. Ellis stuck to you, instantly gravitating to how you worked with absolute certainty with every movement of your hands and every direction you gave her earlier in the night. But as you worked on the kid who wasn't going to make it, she saw the cracks you tried to keep hidden.

“This is very uh…Blair Witch of you,” Jack greeted awkwardly, trying to break the tension you cocooned yourself in. If it was any other situation you would’ve found humor in what he said (and the way he said it) because you were standing alone in the dark corner of a stairwell like an absolute freak, but you needed just a single goddamn second to collect yourself without someone, him especially, meddling. 

“I just need a minute.” You shot your arm out, palm vertical to stop him from coming closer. Your forehead rested against the cool cinder blocks that made up the stairwell, trying to push down the wave of tears that tried to tsunami their way out of you. Your other palm was pressed against your mouth to stop the sob that was also building in your lungs, along with the nausea that accompanied the clenching of your stomach.  

Death wasn’t anything new in the ED, and it wasn’t new to you, but the brutal death of your neighbor’s seventeen year old kid? A kid you babysat when he was just a little shit, wreaking havoc in a way that only a nine year old boy could. A kid who thought it was so cool that you were going to be a doctor (when you were just a med student at the time). The same kid who wanted to follow in your footsteps — who busted his ass in high school so he could get accepted into a great pre-med program. That same kid who was now on his way to the morgue. 

The world was crueler than most people knew. 

All of his life —his achievements, his dreams and aspirations— were all for nothing because he was already hanging by a thread when the ambulance made it to the bay of the ED, and realistically you knew he wasn’t going to make it when you started working on him, but that didn’t stop you from trying with everything you had —pulling every trick you could from up your sleeve. 

Sometimes it just didn’t matter. 

Sometimes everything you had wasn’t enough. 

Sometimes when someone’s number is up, it’s up no matter how cruel and unfair it was. 

Young or old, rich or poor, good or bad. Death came for everyone. 

It didn’t matter how many chest compressions you did, how many times that bag pushed air into his lungs. It didn’t matter what was pumped into him. Still, you did everything you could —you knew that, but it was still devastating. 

Sometimes…that’s just the way it was. It didn’t make it hurt any less, even when the patient was a stranger. Every person you lost was somebody’s someone in some capacity, and you kept a space in your heart for them because you were the last person to hold their life in your hands in this plane of existence. 

“I became a doctor to help people —to make a difference.” Your voice broke as you spoke. Words vomited from your lips in a torrent you couldn’t stop, even though you wanted to. The last thing you wanted was for Jack Abbot to see you breaking down in real time over something you should be able to keep your spine straight over. You were seasoned, professional, but sometimes even the best broke.

“You do.” Jack said simply as he watched you with a small frown tugging his lips down. “You helped that family. I know it doesn’t feel like it right now, but they knew you. Knew you did everything you could to save that kid.” He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his cargo pants. “They’re hurting right now, but knowing it was you who was with him in the end had to be a small comfort —that he wasn’t alone or with a stranger.” 

“Or they blame me for losing him.” You said as the air bounced from your lungs in an attempt to keep a sob at bay.

“They could, it’s not unusual for us to be the first brunt of grieving families.” He said with a shrug. “But you know you did everything to the best of your ability, of anyone’s ability.” He took slow steps forward like he was approaching a wild animal, his eyes trying to catch yours.

“Do not blame yourself for this. I checked the charts. No one was surviving that, not with the damage he had. The fact that he was still alive when he got here was a miracle in itself —you don’t need me to tell you that.” You nodded, eyes burning as they stared at the floor so you could try to bury the pain you felt. Jack felt a tightness in his chest when you finally looked up at him, eyes bloodshot with fat tears welled on your lash line under the dim, fluorescent lighting of the stairwell. He took a few more cautious steps forward until he has right in front of you.

“He was just about to turn eighteen. He got accepted into UPenn for undergrad last month.” You took a deep, shuddering breath. “He wanted to be a doctor.” Your voice got choked up. “He looked up to me, you know? He used to ask me every question under the sun about what I did, the good and the bad. The cool things I got to see.” You wiped under your eyes as Jack let you talk. “He wanted to be a doctor.” You repeated, scoffing through the tears that kept building. “I helped him study for the MCAT even though he wasn’t going to take it for a few years because he wanted to be prepared. I gave him every resource I had because he was really serious about it. The kid was smart, Jack. So goddamn smart. He could’ve made a difference.” You shook your head, biting your lip to keep your composure, shrugging apathetically. “And now he’s gone.”

“It’s tough,” Jack finally responded, tilting his head down slightly and rolling his eyes up to catch yours in a snare that you couldn’t escape. “You should’ve let me take him when you realized who was coming in.”

“I know.” You nodded, “but I didn’t have a second to hesitate. If he had a chance, I needed to act then and there. I know you know that.” He nodded, his hands releasing themselves from his pockets to cross over his chest. “Didn’t matter anyway.” 

“It always matters, even when you’re fighting a losing battle.” His hand came up to rest on your arm, lighting flames through your scrubs and straight through to your skin. He squeezed ever so slightly, a sign of silent comfort he knew you needed in that moment in the silent stairwell. You gave him a sad smile, letting him know you appreciated the gesture. The smile slowly fell with his hand as he returned it back to the pockets of his pants, but you noticed his hand clenching into a fist and unclenching when it was out of sight.  

“You gonna be alright?” He asked, his voice low and raspy as he never took his eyes off of you. You took a deep breath, releasing it with a nod. As unnerving as you used to think his eyes were, you didn’t feel that now. It was a lifeline, a preserver that was thrown out at sea to rescue you from a capsized vessel that was quickly taking in water.  

“Yeah, I just uh.” You cleared your throat, wiping your cheeks with the long sleeve of your undershirt. “I need to collect myself and I’ll be right back out there.” Jack studied you for a few moments, not believing you, but choosing not to comment on it all the same. 

“You sure?” He asked once more, giving you an out if you needed it. You stood up a little straighter, locking away the sorrow that filled your features just moments ago, and nodded. 

“The world keeps turning.” Was your answer. 

“Yeah…it does.” Jack breathed out. 

“We don't get the option to just stop. I’ll meet you back out there.” He nodded, brows creased together in thought before opening the door to the ED. Noise flowed into the small chamber, echoing up and up and up the ascension of stairs until you couldn’t differentiate any of the noise from one loud muffled sound. You watched as he left, the door closing slowly behind him as he resumed his duties like he never stopped to begin with. 

What the hell were you doing here?

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