#One time my tiny ass dog sat on my back like a heated blanket and thats the whole inspiration for this

[c00kie-d0e]

the two watch TV when Y/N isn't playing the game

The Player rn:

[heavenbarnes]

Is your mother worried? Would you like us to assign someone to worry your mother?

Eddie Munson x Female Reader | 18+

Warnings: mentions of people/parents “disapproving” of your relationship with eddie but no actual parental figures are established, the objectification of one edward munson, use of objectifying words like “slut” but in a joking way (and towards Eddie), alcohol, swearing, dirty talk, mentions of eating ass, implied perv!Eddie (it’s mentioned he likes you sweaty), handjob, naked!reader clothed!Eddie, mentions of exhibitionism, unprotected sex (mine is fiction, yours isn’t pls use protection), creampie, cuddly!Eddie after-sex

Word Count: 3.9k

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this fic isn’t canon (imagine “the piggyback” never happened) and that’s okay cause idk if i can trust those d*ffer bros w their own show anymore, i’ll take it from here lads x

The summer of ‘87 hit Hawkins hard.

Sticky air and beating sun with no relent, a blanket of humidity settled over the town and didn’t seem to want to quit. Nothing you could do about it, days like these where being outside was even worse than being in.

A heat that made you wanna’ throw a tantrum and stamp your feet.

You weighed up your options for a sunny Saturday afternoon in your mind. You could lay spaced out in the centre of your bed, inkling of a breeze brushing through your curtains. Sweat beading at the small of your back, feeling sorry for yourself.

Or, there was him.

He who sat just 10 minutes down the road, probably not up to much. He who had called you last night nearly begging you to sneak out your window to see him.

“C’mon, if you don’t I’ll come get you.”

“Eddie Munson, don’t you dare.”

“Ooh say my name, baby you know it drives me craaaaazy.”

You knew he wouldn’t, he wasn’t that silly. But there was a part of you that liked the idea of it. You liked the fact that he wanted to see you, that he wanted you. You liked having to use a hushed voice on the phone in the kitchen, knowing the trouble he could land you in.

It wasn’t the heat playing tricks on your mind, there was a bad boy in the neighbourhood and you had it bad for him.

Had it so bad that you were kicking up dust on the road winding through the trailer park under the beating sun. Sun-screen sticking to your clothes as the hot air whipped past your face and made the sight of his trailer look like the lost city of Atlantis.

“And why aren’t you dying in front of the A/C like the rest of us?”

You saw a red-cheeked Max Mayfield pouring cool water out for a scrappy little dog as you rounded the corner. Her quirked eyebrow and tiny smile all but answered her own question but you bought into it. She was lucky you liked her.

“Gonna’ scam off theirs instead, I’m sensing cold beers as well.” You called out, lazily gesturing towards Chateau Munson.

Max nodded thoughtfully, standing back up and drying her palms on her thighs. “Well, Wayne just left so more beers and cool air for you two.”

Her brows wiggled as she began to walk backwards to her own trailer. You scrunched up your nose rather childishly in her direction but continued on nonetheless.

Max Mayfield might’ve been one of the only people in this town allowed to tease you about your trailer park rendezvous, given she was one of the only people who knew about you spending your time here.

Between her and Wayne Munson (who was always incredibly welcoming), the only others that had a clue of you and Eddie were the sheets on his bed and the sweet night air.

Not a secret out of necessity, rather out of the excitement it brewed in the both of of you. The burning hot delight of something that exists only for the both of you, the kind of heat you could live with.

The wooden steps squeaked under your sneakers as you knocked on the trailer door, the heat of the metal bit your knuckles for the miniscule moment they made contact. Thankfully, it was only a short time before the door swung open and the swirling air wrapped around you.

“You must’ve heard my prayers, honeybunch.”

The irony of Eddie Munson talking about answered prayers when he was stood before you looking like something the prophets would’ve written about.

The summer heat may have been wicked but it gifted you the sight of Eddie in shorts. His Levi’s 501s having been cut off at the mid-thigh by you at the start of summer, a stroke of genius on your part as the end of his tattoo peeks out of the denim.

He’d cut the sleeves off his “Dio” shirt but you’d cropped it for him, hitting him right at the base of his ribcage so you could see the trail of hair leading to his jeans whenever he raised his arms.

You were a genius, objectifying the man with a pair of fabric scissors and a raging heat in the pit of your belly. But Eddie let you do it, he liked the way you stared.

His own touch of thick socks out the top of heavy combat boots were nice, nice in the make-your-mouth-dry-why-the-fuck-is-this-turning-me-on kind of way. Really nice.

But the most overwhelming part of his frankly slutty little ensemble was messily bundled up at the crown of his head. Curls balled haphazardly into a bun secured with a scrunchie you’d lost at his place some months ago. Two random tendrils hung around his face, wavering gently in the almost-breeze.

The stagnant heat didn’t have you lightheaded but he did, this would nearly kill you.

“Holy hell, you look pretty.”

Eddie laughed, openly and from the chest as he stepped aside and let you into the safety of an airconditioned room. “I think that’s my line?”

You looked at your mismatched outfit, a combination of the most breathable items you could find before you looked back to him. “I think you have me beat.”

His cheeks caught a pink glow that he shook off, loose curls around the bun shaking gently as he moved to the fridge. “You’re just calling me pretty to get in my pants, I think.”

Naked fingers wrapped around the neck of the beer bottle he passed you, far too hot for the chunky rings that usually adorned his hands. You pressed the cold bottle to the back of your neck, feeling the condensation run down your back.

“Nuh uh, looking like that I’m making you leave it all on.” Opening the bottle on the corner of the counter, you spoke before you took your first sip. “Look so good I’ll suck you through the opening of your boxers.”

You casually swallowed your first sip and Eddie nearly choked on his. Eyes going impossibly wider as he wiped a drop of spilt beer from his chin.

“What has gotten into you? Where’s my sweet girl who shuts her eyes when I spread her cu-”

“Eddie!”

“Oh no, there she is.”

He sat beside where you’d made yourself comfortable on the couch, thighs spread wide till his knee was knocking against yours. “I think it’s the heat, makes me forget myself or whatever.”

“Then I’m turning off the fucking A/C, lets get this naughty baby out to play.”

Rolling your eyes, you nudged him with you shoulder as you slumped into the couch. The cool air drifting over you was slowly bringing you back to the land of the living. “Nope, too late sweet girl is back.”

Eddie laughed along with you, elbow resting along the back of the couch as he brought his fingers to lightly scratch the top of your head. Your eyes lay shut, enjoying the way your other senses were being heightened at the moment. 

“Hmm, that’s a shame,” Deep voice rumbled in his chest. “Kind of like it when you talk to me like that.”

Your shoulders bounced as you huffed a laugh out your nose. “Slut.”

“Mmm,” You could hear the laughter in his voice as he hummed. “Getting me hard without even trying.”

Rolling your head towards him, you opened one eye to see his hand leave your head to grip his crotch through his jeans. “Just say you like it when I treat you like a whore and move on.”

Without even a moment for hesitation, Eddie’s fingers went back to gripping the back of your head. He leaned in till his lips were by your ear and he whispered it like a secret. “I like it when you treat me like a whore.”

You had to shut your eyes again, your lips tightening into a line as you let the words settle within you. Yeah, he’s taught you a lesson about running your mouth. You could talk big but the minute he shot right back, you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

“Seems sweet girl is back, good thing I like her just as much.”

As if he hadn’t just winded you with a simple sentence, Eddie turned back to take a sip of beer and resumed the quiet ministrations of his blunt fingernails against your scalp. 

Your hand shook only slightly as you brought your bottle to your lips, gently resting on the rim as you took a sip. Every time you found a surge of confidence to tease Eddie, try match him at his own game, he reminds you why the game was his in the first place.

Eddie Munson wasn’t the type to shy away from anything. A man who doesn’t get embarrassed, an “I’ll try anything once” kind of guy. That was the charm about him, the notion of showing somebody all the freaky little parts of yourself and just knowing they’re going to love you anyways.

“Surprised you’re here, after you were so keen on keeping me away last night.” He was teasing, you could tell by his tone of voice and even the pressure of his fingers.

“Not tryna’ keep you away.” You mumbled into the beer bottle, trying and failing to hide behind the thick glass.

“No? So you whisper to everyone on the line?”

Your eyes finally opened and they rolled as they did, turning to see that Eddie had that look on his face. The one that cemented with you that he was in fact teasing and was in fact loving every second of it.

“You know what’s up, Eddie.”

He hummed in agreement, dropping his hand from your head so his arm could lay around your shoulders and pull you into his chest. The boy was like a furnace, hot even without the help of the middle of summer. But you didn’t mind this, couldn’t mind it when his lips pressed to the top of you head.

“Don’t you worry, the parents of Hawkins have been scared of me since the minute I arrived.” He lent forward to place his beer bottle on the floor beside the couch. “Make the dads violent and the moms blush, I do.”

You giggled, knowing he wasn’t entirely incorrect. There were plenty of men in this town that didn’t like the influence Eddie had on their daughters (or their wives for that matter), that all he had to do was smile in their general direction and they start behaving like Elvis was opening at the International. 

“I nearly let you come round last night.” Your voice was a deliberate squeak.

Eddie heard you, ears now well in tune to all the subtle noises you might make for him. He turned his face so his cheek was pressed to your head, an inquisitive noise raising from his chest.

“Yeah? And why didn’t you? Put me out my misery or somethin’?”

“I uh-” Burying your face in his chest just a bit, you let the words rush through you. “Wasn’t trusting myself to keep quiet.”

If you hadn’t been holding him so tight, Eddie thought he might’ve fallen apart. A smile that was frankly below-the-belt resting over the lower half of his face. His hand slid down your arm till it reached your thigh.

“Mmm and I can’t ever stop my girl from making those pretty little sounds, can I?”

His hand nudged your leg a little more, shifting you even closer to him till you were nearly in his lap. The A/C had taken the bite out of the heat for now, but draping yourself over him still left that sticky feeling along you both.

You were close enough that he could get his lips along the shell of your ear to whisper for you.

“I bet if I got my tongue in the right spot, I could have you waking up the whole neighbourhood.”

He darted that god-forsaken tongue out like the serpent that started everything, firm muscle running along the length of your neck and making you squeal. Your natural reaction had you drawing your ear down against your shoulder, trying to keep him back but failing miserably. What Eddie wanted, Eddie got.

“Eddie don’t, I’m all sweaty-”

“And you think I fucking care?” He manhandled you, pulling you the rest of the way into his lap until you were perched up on his thighs. “I’d put my mouth on every inch of you if you let me.”

Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head, knowing that he meant good on his word. You give him so much as an inch and he’d take a fucking mile with his tongue pressed between the plush of your ass cheeks.

Anyways, warning him of your sweaty disposition was a weak argument. Eddie was a menace when it came to you, there wasn’t a part of you he wasn’t enamoured with- including your scent. Even when you weren’t at your best.

Your mind wound back to Eddie following you into your home when you were sure you both were the only ones there, your clothing sticking to you from the walk there. He ambled behind you as you made a beeline for the bathroom, peeling the dirty clothes from your body and dropping them in the hamper.

As you waited for the shower to heat, you caught a glimpse in the mirror of the sights over your shoulder. Eddie shamelessly plucking the shorts you’d just had on and holding them straight to his face, inhaling your musky scent.

“You’re fucking bad, Eddie Munson.” Your voice broke as you whimpered for him, hips rolling into his.

“Yeah, but you like it,” He leaned in, lips nipping down your neck as his hands maneuvered your hips. “So you’re worse.”

He didn’t just make you crazy, he didn’t just make you filthy, he made you feel pathetic. The way you’d pull at his clothing, how your thighs got slick at the sight of his hair up, how you’d give just about anything to have him inside of you right now.

You were honestly and pathetically down horrible for this man, and worst of all? He knew it.

“Hmm there’s those pretty sounds, nearly crying for me yeah?”

He looked up at you, hands bunching your shirt up around your chest. You took incentive, immediately shoving the fabric up your arms and over your shoulder. Eddie could pray to the sun gods at this moment, giving him a heat that left you braless.

“There’s my girls.” Corny as he was, the minute his hands enveloped your breasts you were back to whining his name.

He was right, verge of tears beckoning you closer. Overwhelming tears, this is so fucking good tears, tears that threaten your waterline every time he trails a featherlight touch over you. His fingers close around your nipples, whilst his palms press into the flesh of your chest.

Desperate movements of your hips roll into his, hands skittering down his chest as you tug at his belt. Your lower lip pouts, pitiful little whimpers trailing out of your mouth as his hands cover as much ground as they could manage.

Eddie’s eyes were quick to hone in on your movements, corner of his mouth turning up in a smirk. “You want it so bad, take it out for me.”

Forgoing his belt, you stayed good on your words from earlier. Fly down and fingers burrowing into the soft cotton of his boxers, you were met with the soft feeling of his skin. Soft skin but fucking hard.

Eddie hissed, hips jolting up towards your touch as you took his cock out. Your hand ran over the head, swiping through the precum and drawing it down over the length of him. Immediately, you twisted your wrist once around him and got exactly what you were looking for.

A moan, borderline songlike fell from his parted lips as his head tipped back against the couch. “That’s it, angel, oh- that’s it.”

His fingers started with the waist of your bottoms, dipping into the band and pushing them down as you kept up the steady motions of your hand rolling over the head of his cock and making his hips lift to meet you.

As your bottoms got around your thighs, Eddie nudged you to stand so he could get them the rest of the way off. “Take these off, baby. Come put that pussy on me.”

That got you moving, kicking the clothing off your ankle and somewhere across the living room, you were quick to settle back onto Eddie’s thighs. The denim of his shorts were rough against your thighs, but you braced one hand on a bare knee behind you as you leant into a kiss.

You felt the hairs of his leg under your palm, a little scratchy but slightly soft as you gripped at his leg. Eddie’s own palms came up your sides, gripping your waist as he pulled you forward till your cunt was pressed against the hard length of him.

Sat stark naked as the day you were born whilst Eddie hadn’t shed one item, it should’ve been a little bit shameful but you couldn’t find it in you to mind. He had a way of drawing everything up to the surface, no matter how valiantly had tried to bury it. You liked it, you liked when he stripped you bare and stared at all the intimate parts of you.

When he licked his lips and groaned under his breath and said something like, “fuck, and all for me yeah?”

You rolled your hips once, twice, the hard line of his cock pressed straight between your folds. Dripping head brushing against your swollen clit, catching against you and making you mutter a string of curses mixed with a wail of his name.

Hand gently resting against the other side of his cock, you rocked harder against it. Grinding against the thick vein that ran along the underside, your took your eyes off the heavens and took in the sight beneath you.

Eddie lay blissed out, one hand was holding your hip and rubbing sweet circles into the flesh. His other arm lay stretched along the back of the couch, head resting against it as he watched you work yourself against him.

“You like using me to get off, huh?” He quirked an eyebrow as his eyes ran up the entire length of you. “It’s okay, sweet thing, you take whatever you need.”

You huffed a heady moan out of pursed lips, lifting up onto your knees so you could nudge the head towards your opening. Your other hand came to the meeting of your thighs, fingers dragging the wetness around the mess between your legs.

Dragging some of your own slick down Eddie’s cock, you lined him up against yourself. Eyes fixed on his, you sunk down on him slowly as your mouth fell open with a cry of his name, “Eddie, please-oh god.”

“I know, baby,” Both his hands came to grip hard at your waist, pulling you forward. “Tell me allllll about it.”

Between Eddie’s guiding motions and the own roll of your hips, you picked up pace in bouncing on his thighs. Your hand shot back to it’s spot on his knee, using it to steady yourself as he began to lift his hips and fuck up into you.

Mouth hanging open and sounds falling out, every filthy little sound filtered into the air. Your eyes flickered towards the open windows with billowing curtains, knowing there was an incredibly good chance the Munson’s neighbour’s now knew exactly what the youngest was capable of, thanks to your inability to keep quiet.

The inkling of worry in your chest blossomed into something dark and a little dirty, the devil who lived on your shoulder and kind-of-sort-of wanted Eddie to show you off. For now, you’d settle for the way he looked at you like you were the only thing worth his time.

Glassy eyes, totally fucked out expression across his face. Sweat sheen over his forehead as he lifted you and placed you straight down onto his dick, mouth running a mile a minute about how good you look perched in his lap.

“My good girl, bouncing on my cock like you were made for me.”

Part of you was beginning to think maybe you were. There was no way he felt this good inside you, made you feel this good inside when he so much as spoke to you, without there being some divine intervention.

Men like Eddie Munson weren’t coincidences. They were rewards for good behaviour in another life, or something.

Yeah something, your mind swelled with a multitude of emotions all at once. Part of you was still comprehending Eddie’s coo of “good girl”, the other part couldn’t get over how he was rutting his hips under you, the last part was fully focused on the impending orgasm getting closer each moment.

The hand that wasn’t holding you upright came down to rub at your clit, immediately making you flex your hot cunt tight around him, the action not at all going unnoticed by Eddie. “Jesus fucking Christ, that’s it.”

Filthy wet sounds of your fingers messily dragging over your clit, Eddie’s cock being sucked into the tight hold of your pussy, his full balls slapping against you with every thrust. The sounds alone should’ve made you fell an ounce of shame but it was overtaken by the hot rush that was catching up to you.

Falling forward, your face tucked into the crook of his neck and hands coming to ball the material of his shirt into your fists. Eddie wrapped both arms around your waist, holding tight as he could whilst he picked up the pace even further, not that you thought that was even possible.

“Eddieeeee, oh- fuck- I’m”

“I know, can feel your cunt like a vice grip,” There was a hint of teasing under his tongue. “Give it to me, angel.”

Not one to deny him anything, you released the tension and let go of the floodgates. Your lips split open and cries fell into the skin of Eddie’s neck, teeth closing around the muscle of his shoulder in a feeble attempt to quiet yourself some.

Eddie didn’t mind a bit, chuckle in his voice as he spurred you on. “Yeahhh- sink your teeth in, baby. Take a bite of my heart next.”

Your body fell limp, letting him pick you up and slide you along the length of his cock like a toy. His hips slowed minutely before they started to hammer, hard thrusts slowing down until he was dragging you right down and holding you tight.

The guttural groan that sounded from his chest as he filled you up was nearly enough to have you coming again, gentle little “fuuuuuck baby, that’s my good girl” as his lips pressed to the side of your head.

You could barely move, knowing that if you did there would be a helluva mess on Eddie’s shorts beneath you (not that he’d ever mind). Your whole body felt soft, draped over him as he cooed quietly in your ear, hand rubbing over your bare back.

Sweat covered the both of you, A/C working overtime to try and bring the room back down. Eddie slid a hand up to cup the back of your head, quick kiss to the side of your cheek. “You still with me, honeybunch?”

“Mhmm,” You sighed, burrowing further into his hold. “Feels good.”

Eddie huffed a quiet laugh, his chest rising against yours as you felt him nod gently against you.

“Yeah it does,” He secured your warm body against his in a cuddle. “Yeah it fuckin’ does.”

[draconic-ichor]

Heisenberg x Juniper (oc) Smut dabble…

This is an au smut dapple involving my re8 oc and Heisenberg. This does not go with my current fic

Warnings: smut, strong language, sexual themes, blood, fingerings, oral sex, penetrative sex,

Basically this came to mind as a what if Juniper would of stayed with House Dimitrescu and over the years Heisenberg’s curiosity of her got the better of him

Summary: During a festival Heisenberg finally gets the Dimitrescu’s guard dog alone…

Feedback appreciated. 18+

Walking through the town center, Heisenberg grimaced. The night was alight with music and laughter, the village holding a festival for something or another.

He trudged through the crowd to the tables that were serving alcohol, taking a shot of whisky for himself. The sounds of mirth all around him.

He hated the village, hated how it smelled and the people’s unwavering devotions. He didn’t come all the way down here to enjoy the festivities. No, he came for a very specific purpose….To find her.

Refilling just cup he began to slowly walk, eyes keen. The villagers danced around the maiden statue, singing.

As he rounded the edge of the town’s center his eyes caught what he’d come for: across the mass of people was a woman. She stood out, her raven curls shining in the lantern light. She looked so beautiful and happy, enjoying the music along the sidelines.

Her name was Juniper, and she was an outsider. Or she had been years ago when an accident brought her into the village.

She was mutated by the cadou, but unlike him she had not earned the title of Lord. She’d been assigned to house Dimitrescu, and in the few short years she’d stayed with them they did little more then exploit her. Her mutations allowed her the unique ability to shift into a varcolac like creature. Lady Dimitrescu treated her like a glorified guard-dog, but because of her higher affinity for the cadou she could drain her for wine.

It pissed him off to no end how Juniper stayed at their heels mostly, ever quiet and innocent as one in her situation could be.

The only place he could seem to catch her away from the bitch or her bugs was during nights like these. She had a wide eyed enjoyment of the village’s festivities.

In his musings he didn’t realize she had spotted him. Coming back to reality his gaze connected with her own. Her almost unnaturally bright eyes made his heart skip a beat. He watched her break away from the crowd, turning down an alley.

Heisenberg knocked back his current shot, giving chase. He stayed just enough away to not raise suspicion. As he left the alley he just caught sight of her navy cloak disappearing into a barn.

Looking around, finding this part of the town empty of prying eyes he followed.

He stepped through the partially open wooden doors. It was quiet and the air held the fragrance of dry straw.

His eyes fell on his quarry. Standing in the back, dim light alighting her eyes like emeralds, stood Juniper. She had her arms crossed, tapping her boot. It was a nervous habit of hers that he’d noticed long ago.

Chuckling he moved closer, “Now don’t look so happy to see me, doll.”

She snorted, “What do you want?”

He swallowed, forcing his voice to sound confident, “I just want to talk, we never talk.”

“Almost as if there is a reason.”

“Why avoid me?”

“Why are you so eager to meet?” Junipers eyes narrowed, “Every ceremony or festival you’re sniffing about.”

He got closer, the smell of musk and smoke hit her nose. She twitched a bit, swallowing, “Dog.”

His face split roguishly, “You’re one to talk, bitch.”

He saw her face redden as she looked away.

“I didn’t want to come here to piss you off.” He admitted, “I just wanted to see you…away from all that other bullshit.”

She saw the glow of his eyes, the way they softened when they looked over her. She couldn’t deny the feeling he stirred up on her core.

“You’ve been drinking Lord Heisenberg.” Juniper smirked, keeping one step away from him, always moving as he did.

“And?” He almost chuckled, “Don’t have to be drunk to know how I feel.”

“And how do you feel?”

He shifted a bit before answering, “Iv seen how you look at me, all hungry and wanting.”

She brushed away his comment, feeling her face flush.

“You’re not like them.” He pressed, taking a step closer.

“The Dimitrescus?” Juniper raised an eyebrow.

“The mega bitch and her little bug witches.” He nodded, “You’re not like them and you know that. They treat you like a guard dog, feeding you their bloody scraps.”

His words stung, Juniper broke her gaze from him.

“But you’re different because the bitches couldn’t curb your want for cock, hm?” He took another step, aware she had stopped her kiting of him.

Her bright green eyes flicked up to meet his. At some point his shades had been tossed away, leaving her to look into his pale eyes: they were beautiful, shifting tones of golds and greens.

While she was distracted he closed the rest of the distance between them, all but pinning her to the barn wall.

“So I’m a dog?” He looked over her face, lingering over her plush lips. She didn’t retreat, feeling warmth flood her stomach.

He leaned in, whispering low and huskily, “Well I can tell when a bitch is in heat.”

Her breath caught in her throat, she couldn’t deny the way he made her heart race.

“So how about we stop all these little games, hm?” He lifted her chin with a gloved hand. She met his eyes for a moment.

She gave him a little nod, eyes dark with lust.

He crashed his lips on her own, relishing the softness of her skin. She met his storm. He took this as an invitation to bite at her lip until she relented and gave him access to her mouth. He groaned as he explored her with is tongue, feeling her tug at his knotted hair. He tasted like whiskey and smoke, unlike anything she’d ever had.

He pressed into her, trapping her between the wall and his knee, pushing it to open her legs. She mewled at the contact, fabric rubbing over her sensible mound.

Heisenberg pulled back, huffing out hotly, “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

Trying to make her voice as even as possible she smirked, “Promises, promises Lord Heisenberg.”

Her bravado sent more blood pulsing to his cock, his face splitting.

“Don’t call me that.” He dipped in, kissing and biting her neck. Her hands snaked under his coat, fingers tracing over his scared back.

“What should I call you then?” She pursed, grinding into his thigh as he found her sweet spot.

“Anything other than that.” He shook his head, sucking a dark blotch into her skin.

Thinking for a moment, she chose what felt the most natural, “Karl.”

He paused, hearing his first name spoke so honestly and sweetly was like honey to his ears. He didn’t even know the last time he’d heard it spoken. He pulled away enough to catch her lips again with his own.

She pulled away from him, lips rosy and swollen. Her hands drifted down his chest and stomach, pausing once they reached his belt. She met his gaze once more.

“Tell me you want me.” He demanded with a growl.

She nuzzled into his neck as she undid the clasp under her fingers, “I want you Karl…”

He rumbled out, pulling away to tear his coat from his shoulders. Juniper followed suit, stripping down. Their movement were desperate as they connected back together, free of fabric prisons.

He fell to his knees before her, inching up to slot his head between her legs. Not wasting time he dove in, lathing his tongue into her hot flesh. Juniper’s legs wobbled as a hand found his hair, holding him to her.

He lapped at her tender bud, feeling her tremble around his mouth.

“I-is this…why they call you a d-dog?” Juniper whimpered out.

He looked up at her though half lidded eyes, pulling away enough to rumble, “I can show you all the reasons, sweetheart.”

He added a finger to his onslaught, pushing it greedily into her core. He groaned, feeling her walls instantly clench down on him.

Pumping into her while he kept up his tongue on her clit reduced her to a mess in his hands.

Feeling her walls start to flutter, he pulled away. She whimpered, core aching from the loss of contact.

Heisenberg licked his fingers clean, loving the way her juices danced across his tongue. He wanted to devour her over and over again. But his cock was very hard and needing at present.

He found an old blanket, laying it over a bale of straw. Juniper eyed him curiously.

He sat down, patting his thigh and giving her a toothy smile.

“Come here.” Heisenberg spoke, it sounding more like a command then an option. She complied breathlessly, straddling her legs around him. She leaned forward, all hot and needy, pressing her breasts into his chest.

His heart quickened, unused to this depth of passion.

Her ass bumped into his cock, causing him to hiss and grab her hips. She lifted enough for him to line herself up, the head just starting to push against her opening.

Their eyes met and time stood still for a moment. She gave him a tiny nod.

Heisenberg began to push into her, hearing her mewl in pain.

“Relax buttercup.” He hissed, “Fuck, you’re tight.”

Inch by delicious inch she took him, until his cock was entirely buried in her liquid heat.

She felt the burn of her walls stretching to fit his girth, felt every vein of his cock as it pulsed inside of her.

Juniper grabbed onto his shoulders to steady herself, her legs shaking. Heisenberg had to take a breath himself, almost spilling over the moment he felt their hips meet.

He gave a shallow experimental thrust. She arched into him, giving him the ok to move.

Their awkwardness evaporated like dew in the morning sun, melting into the act whole heartedly.

Seeing her bounce on him: eyes dark and blown out, mouth agape with pleasure, made him sigh, “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

In the dim amber light he could still detect the light blush that ghosted her cheeks.

Feeling her release close he surged forward. Juniper cried out, feeling his teeth puncture the skin of she shoulder. Pain intermingled with pleasure.

Licking the wound to sooth it he felt her walls tighten around him, fucking up into her as stars burst before her eyes and she writhed.

“Fuck, that’s it! Come on my cock.” He hissed into her ear. Juniper cried out his name, pleasure fogging her senses.

She could feel his breath against her ear as he spoke, “You’re mine.” He licked the shell of her ear, drawing out a whimper from her, “You might work for those blood bitches, but you’re mine!”

She clung to him, feeling overstimulated as his cock abused every inch of her sensitive cunt. Bucking up into her, her release caused the barn to fill with a loud squelching.

He couldn’t hold on much longer, he knew it.

Her previous reservations were gone, she cried out shamelessly with every thrust. The music outside drowned them out from prying ears.

Feeling his coil tighten he started to lift her off of him, pausing when he heard her mewl.

“Please don’t pull out.” She begged, “Fill me up!”

Her words struck him for a moment, hitching his breath.

He surged her hips back down onto him, filling her to the hilt. With two more savage thrusts he was done for.

Giving a throaty groan he painted her walls with hot ropes of his release. She sobbed out thanks as her core milked him for every drop be had.

He fell back against the barn wall, breathing raggedly. Heisenberg felt Juniper cuddle into his chest, trying to calm her own heartbeat.

He put an arm lazily around the small of her back, their sweat sticking them together.

He doesn’t know how long they lay there, tangled up together, but when she sat up to move away it was much too soon for him.

She stood, shivering a bit from the loss of his heat. Heisenberg’s hands itched to pull her back against him.

Retrieving her clothes, Juniper murmured, “I should get back before I’m missed.”

Shrugging he spoke, “You don’t have to stay there, buttercup. I have a big lonely factory just across the way…”

Juniper smiled, “You and I both have jobs to get back to.”

Fuck, why was she right. Heisenberg started to reclothe as she found her cloak.

“Hei-..I mean, Karl?” Came her sweet voice.

He looked up questionably, seeing her standing in the doorway. Her dark curls were a mess, face still flushed.

“Show me some of your other tricks sometime?” Her eyes were bright and mischievous, “Maybe after the next family meeting?”

Taken back for a moment his lips slowly twitched into a smile, “Anytime kitten, you know where I live.”

Juniper gave him a wink before vanishing into the darkness.

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Heyya!! The post acofas nessian fic was so lovely!!! If you don't mind i have a nessian prompt-"Are you warm enough?"😚

Okay, your wish is my command. Here’s a part 2 to that post-ACOFAS Nessian prompt from the other week. Hope you enjoy!

A cold wind stung Nesta’s face, rousing her from her deep slumber. Upon arriving home, she’d put away a bottle (or two) of wine, and passed out, but she’d thought she’d left the furnace on. The cold chill that ran up her spine led her to believe otherwise.

She wrapped her thin robe around her bare shoulders and went to turn up the heat, but upon opening her bedroom door was met with a blast of frost. She gasped, horrified at the scene in front of her. Her beautiful, perfect little cottage was destroyed. Somehow in the night, a tree had fallen onto her roof, collapsing part of it. A branch penetrated the window, leaving half her house open to the frigid winter air. Stupid mountains. Stupid storms.

Nesta shuddered and wondered how the hell she was going to get out of her house. As it was, it was destroyed with shards of glass and splinters and pine needles and dirt. She supposed she would have to be confined to her bedroom, which had somehow managed to escape damage, despite the state of the rest of the house. But all she wanted was her coffee. But, she was afraid to traverse the glass covered floors to attempt to make it to the kitchen.

Fuck it. She was confident she could make her way for one cup of her favorite caffeinated beverage. All the glass was by the far window. But upon taking one step onto the floor, she cried out in pain, as a stray shard sliced through the ball of her foot.

Blood dribbled onto the dark wooden floors as she hobbled back to her room. She hissed as she sat on her bed and raised her foot to rest over her good leg. Using the point of a needle, she was able to prod the tiny piece from her callused foot. Luckily, it wasn’t that deep of a cut and would heal quickly.

Before she had time to get dressed, she heard a loud bellow from her doorway. She felt his panic tug at her chest. She hated that she could feel how worried he was about her. She shouldn’t matter this much to anyone.

“Nesta?” Cassian called out. “Nesta, are you hurt?”

Nesta sighed as she heard his boots crunching over glass, approaching her room. He swung the door open, his eyes wild with fear, scanning her body for injury. She wrapped her robe tighter around her shoulders. She didn’t want him to see her this exposed. Morning Nesta was private. Not meant for public consumption.

“I thought I smelled blood,” he admitted, his eyes narrowing as they swept over her form again, and Nesta sighed and held her foot out.

“Just a nick. I’m fine.”

His relief was palpable as the tension unfurled in his chest, and she watched his shoulders relax.

“I’m fine,” she said again, and he averted his eyes, training them on the floor in front of her. “I was just about to get ready for training.”

“The snow hasn’t settled enough to train,” Cassian replied stiffly.

A blanket of silence hovered over them. Cassian refused to move, and Nesta refused to give him the satisfaction of continuing their conversation. If training wasn’t going to happen today, then he could just leave her alone. He seemed to sense her inner monologue – something he did all too frequently, which drove her to insanity. She could never tell what he was thinking, despite being acutely aware of what he was feeling. His brain was a mystery to her.

“The storm has let up for a few hours, but it’s supposed to carry on through the week.” He paused. “Maybe Emerie would let you stay with her…”

“I’m not going to impose on her,” Nesta snapped, and Cassian rolled his eyes at her. Nesta pretended not to notice.

“Well, you can’t stay here, sweetheart. You’ll freeze to death.”

She began to say that maybe she’d be fine with that, when Cassian cut her off.

“You’ll stay with me. You’re not imposing. And you’ll have your own room.” He looked around her sparsely decorated room. “Gather what you need for the night.”

Nesta knew better than to fight with him on this particular topic. The matter of her safety. He didn’t quite care about her comfort, but she knew the stubborn ass would come back in the middle of the storm to grab her things if she didn’t do it herself.

“Turn around,” she barked, venom thick on her tongue. She didn’t want him perusing her room as she clothed herself. She dropped the thin robe to the ground and pulled on a warm sweater and leggings and socks. She dug around in her drawers and stuffed a few things into a small bag.

A small smile curled on his lips as she shoved her feet into the new boots he’d gotten her. She refused to acknowledge it. Though she was grateful for them. Especially with the amount of snow that had accumulated overnight.

Without a word, he held out his hands for her to jump into, but Nesta ignored them.

“I can walk myself, you brute,” she snipped, and she pretended not to hear his exasperated sigh.

As Nesta’s boots crunched over a pile of broken glass, Cassian lifted her up from behind, scooping up her legs and cradling her against his chest.

“Put me down, asshole!” she seethed, but it was fruitless. Cassian’s wings flared, and they took off into the sky. She buried her face against his leathers, eyes closed tightly, not wanting to look. She still loathed flying.

Nesta didn’t know how long they’d been in the air when they began their descent. But it felt like forever. Her legs were shaky as they finally hit the ground.

She stood and took in the cabin in front of her. She realized she’d never actually seen where Cassian lived in the mountains. She’d actively refused to be in his space, but it looked like she had no other choice right now.

He led her in slowly, as if he was frightened of scaring her off. She stepped forward surely and held in her gasp at the inside of the house. It was… beautiful. Everything was rustic and homey, but somehow completely put together. She was shocked at the layered plush rugs and comfortable couches in the main room, dotted with throw pillows and blankets. What grown man had throw pillows? The space felt nothing like Cassian. But then again, how much did she really know about the Commander?

“Mor helped decorate,” Cassian said as way of explanation, and Nesta hummed lightly, taking in the panels of rich wood and art covered walls. It was so different from her sparse cabin. This felt grand in comparison. She hated everything about it.

Upstairs, he showed her both guest rooms, offering her choice of either one.

“My room is across the hall,” he said, clearly uncomfortable. “And the bathroom is at the end of the hall.”

He paused as he let Nesta choose her room. She chose the one closest to the stairs – easier to escape.

“Make yourself comfortable. There’s food in the fridge if you get hungry.” He paused. “I’ll be back tonight.” He walked down the stairs at a rapid pace, seeming eager to get somewhere. But with their training canceled, Nesta had no idea where he was off to. Curiosity got the better of her.

“Where are you going?”

He quirked his eyebrow and pulled his long hair up into a bun. “Your house isn’t going to fix itself, sweetheart.”

Before she could protest, he was out the door, leaving her alone.

Nesta was used to being solitary, but there was something strange about being in Cassian’s space alone. Every place she looked felt like she was somehow snooping into his business. She didn’t want to know about his business.

Instead, she wandered into the kitchen and started boiling water for coffee. There was no risk of finding something personal in the kitchen. And thanks to his giant tub of coffee grounds, she’d be caffeinated soon enough. Which was good because her head was starting to throb.

As the coffee brewed, she opened the refrigerator. Hoping he had something she could cobble together for breakfast that wasn’t salted or stewed meats. She was impressed with how well-stocked the refrigerator was. She pulled open a drawer and gasped at the piles of vegetables. Carrots and turnips and beets and spinach and cucumbers.

She chopped the vegetables up quickly and mixed them in with some eggs she found. How the hell did Cassian have eggs? And vegetables?

With her steaming cup of coffee and vegetable omelet, she settled into the couch and pulled out a well-worn book.

When Cassian returned, she was still in the same spot on the couch, and nearly finished with her reading, her stomach starting to grumble with hunger again. She looked up as the door swung open. Snowflakes dotted the top of his head, and she watched as he shook them out like a dog. He smelled of sweat and dirt, so Nesta barely acknowledged him when he let her know he’d be going upstairs to bathe.

It took her a full minute to realize that she would be able to hear him. Undressing. And washing himself. Upstairs.

She tried to ignore the sounds of unclacing leathers and splashing water, attempting to focus on the book in front of her. But the scene was a passionate night between a lady in waiting and the king’s most trusted advisor – an illicit affair with lots of mentions of strong muscles and flowing hair and fancy dresses being ripped to shreds. Nesta crossed her legs and exhaled slowly. It seemed her patience was being tried tonight. She shut the book and pressed her fingers against her temples, willing the ache that had started there to subside.

The ache traveled from her head, down her spine, pooling in her stomach. She ignored the gentle tug that told her to go upstairs, to join Cassian in the shower. Instead, she closed her book and breathed slowly, willing the amorous feelings to subside. She was in control. She didn’t have to listen to that gods forsaken thing.

As her feelings steadied, a strong wind whirled outside the house, and the lights flickered on and off. Nesta held her breath, waiting for the flickering to end, when the house was plunged into complete darkness.

“Shit!” she heard Cassian mumble upstairs. Nesta sat, frozen on the couch, as the flames of the furnace disappeared, leaving only a scattering of quickly cooling embers.

Cassian bounded down the stairs, wearing only a loose pair of pants, grumbling with annoyance as he pulled out a pack of matches and lit a long candle by the doorway. In the flickering glow of the candle, Nesta could see his long, wet hair dripping onto his bare shoulders and down his chest, and she shivered.

He must have heard it because his eyes flashed to her with concern. He tossed her a thick blanket from the other end of the couch, and she stared at the woolen fabric.

“Heat’s gonna be gone within an hour. You’re going to want that.”

He pulled a sweater over his head, punctuating his sentence – someone like Cassian ran extremely warm all the time, so if he was wearing a thick sweater it was bound to get cold fast, but Nesta felt like being stubborn. She refused to wrap the blanket around her shoulders, keeping it next to her. How dare he presume to know what she needed?

Cassian sighed as he lit another candle. And another, ignoring her until the room was consumed with the soft yellow of low flames. Nesta hated that she could sense his frustration as he made his way into the kitchen. It was tugging at her, like usual. Only stronger. Incessant and annoying, chafing at her until she threatened to explode.

“What?” she snapped.

Cassian opened the refrigerator and began pulling things out. “What’s what, sweetheart?” His voice was low and calm, but the feeling in her stomach was anything but. She knew he was pissed. If only he would say why.

Wind howled outside, sending a chill through the cabin. Nesta shivered again, and Cassian growled softly. “Put on the damn blanket, Nes.”

Ah. The source of his annoyance. Worry. Nesta hated it.

She didn’t want to, but he was right about the heat. It was quickly disappearing from the cabin, and she had very little meat on her bones to keep her warm. And at this point, she’d do most anything to have that annoying tug disappear. She reluctantly unfolded the blanket and wrapped it around her slight shoulders. She inhaled deeply, the smell of Cassian surrounding her tenfold. Smoke and cedar and burnt sugar. The tug in her stomach subsided, turning to a warm cocoon of relief.

Cassian dropped a tray in front of her, covered with bread, butter, cheese, sliced vegetables and a large bottle of liquor.

Cassian picked up the bottle, took a long swig and placed it back on the table. “Nature’s blanket.”

Nesta blinked and stared at the bottle. It was one she was intimately familiar with. One that had led to many poor decisions and fae males climbing into her bed for a quick release. Cassian’s nose flared as she leaned toward him, the memory of her arousal on the tip of her tongue.

“Think you can get me drunk enough to sleep with you? You could be the next on a very long list,” she cooed and watched Cassian’s face contort into one of fury. He refused to reply to her, his eyes going cold, shutting down.

He took a large step away from her and sat on the furthest chair from her, letting Nesta have the couch to herself. She smiled too sweetly in his direction, and she could hear him suppress another growl from his chest.

He ripped a piece of bread from the loaf and slathered it with butter and put a piece of cheese on top before taking a large, angry bite.

“Eat,” he said, and though his words were a harsh command, his tone was a gentle suggestion.

He pushed the bread towards her, but she went for the liquor instead. She knocked a large sip back, and she delighted in the way it burned down her throat and settled warmly in her stomach.

“If this storm holds you might be stuck here for a few nights,” Cassian said quietly, and Nesta stared at him, mid-bite.

“No,” she replied. She struggled to keep her voice calm.

“I cleaned up the glass, but the hole in the roof is going to be more than a day’s work.” He ran his hand through his long strands, and Nesta cringed away, not wanting to see the protectiveness in his gaze. “I secured a tarp, so it shouldn’t get worse, but…”

“But what?” Nesta glared. “Do you want a thank you? Thank you.”

She could feel Cassian’s ire rising in him, filling him with each of her rolled eyes and shrugs and snappy replies. He was almost reaching a breaking point with her. She was familiar with breaking.  

“But,” he began calmly. “I just want you to be prepared for the possibility that you might be here for a bit.”

A cold rage burned through Nesta at the idea of being trapped in this cabin. She could not stay here, in Cassian’s space, indefinitely. It was not an option. Unable to look at him, she brought her eyes to the ceiling to avoid his expression. As if spurred by her gaze, the flames on the candles surrounding them burned taller, the flames widening and towering until they practically licked the ceiling. The orange tips were consumed by the blue-grey center, becoming impossibly hot.

“Nesta!” a voice shouted, but it seemed far away. All she could hear was the crackling of fire. Flames swirling around her in a vortex of blue-grey heat.

Cassian touched her face, forcing her to look into his eyes. She hated the concern she saw there. Worry rolled off him in waves, tugging at her. As she exhaled nervously, the flames died down, returning to their former yellow-orange.

“Well, that was one way to keep the heat going,” Cassian chuckled, still kneeling between her legs. His laughter was relaxed but fear still lurked in his penetrating gaze. “You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, his thumbs swiping gently across her cheek.

Nesta stiffened and removed his hand. “Yes.”  

Cassian cleared his throat and pushed himself up to standing. He hovered over Nesta for a beat, his eyes darting around the room, deciding where to sit. He ultimately decided to stick with his original seat, the one furthest from her.

Nesta wrapped the blanket around her shoulders tighter, a sudden chill passing through her at the lack of Cassian’s body and the receding flames.

“Warm enough?” he asked, and Nesta nodded sharply.

Cassian sighed and propped his feet up on the low ottoman in front of him. “We’re still not going to talk about it, huh?”

And Nesta shook her head again. Her powers were becoming more uncontrollable, especially in his presence. It terrified them both. She could feel it, their bond tightening and pulling frantically every time her powers flared. But, fear she could handle. Obligatory love she could not.

Cassian stood suddenly. “Maybe tomorrow, then.”

His nerves were fraying just as much as hers. She knew he would do anything to protect her, but as long as she rejected him, there was only so long he could stand to be with her. Usually Nesta was the one to flee the premises, but not tonight, it seemed.

He walked up the stairs, leaving her alone without another word. Nesta took another long sip of the whiskey and let it burn.

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Day 21- Tropetember: Office AU

Day 21 of super early Tropetember with Office AU. Bucky hates his job, but he also hates the man next door and nothing can change that. (I diverted from the prompt quite a bit)

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32729431

Bucky hated the guy in the next room over, sure they had never met but that didn’t stop Bucky’s hatred for the man. Bucky’s office was usually way too hot so he had the A/C on so he wouldn’t melt into a puddle, but the guy in the next room shared control of the unit and apparently wanted Bucky to be a puddle because he was always turning it off or turning the heating up a ton.

Next was this guy’s seemingly forever cold, if their supervisors ever heard this guy Bucky was sure that they would send him home because all Bucky heard all day, every day, was the constant coughing through their shared wall.

If that wasn’t enough, between coughs the guy was always humming along to songs that weren’t playing. Sometimes the guy would start to tap on the desk in time with his loud humming and Bucky wanted to scream in frustration that he couldn’t just sit in silence and pray the day would go faster.

Bucky hated being a jerk, but he hated this stupid job more. It was meant to be a temporary office job until he found something better, but now he’s been stuck here for two years without any change or any luck in finding a new place. Natasha, Bucky’s best friend, keeps telling him that he probably wouldn’t hate the guy next door if he didn’t hate his job so much, but she was wrong. Bucky hated his job, but he also hated the man next door and nothing could change that.

“For the love of god, please no one see me” Bucky hissed under his breath as he snuck towards his office door, he had been almost an hour late to his desk from going out to a bar with Natasha and her boyfriend, Sam, last night and getting way too drunk for a Monday night. He was almost at his door when a short, blonde blur zipped out of the door in front of him and ran straight into Bucky’s chest, knocking the coffee out of his hands but luckily not over himself or the blur that was now laying on the ground.

In his defense, he was hungover and his only light at the end of the tunnel was staining the carpet “Watch where you’re going asshole!” Bucky hissed through his teeth as he grabbed the paper cup off the ground and tossed it in the bin beside them, the blur scoffed up at him.

“Well if you weren’t coming in late, I wouldn’t have run into you, dumbass” He snarked before using the wall to help him stand up, Bucky glared and realised quite how far down he had to look to meet the other man’s furious blue eyes.

Now if Bucky had been in the right mind, maybe he would have said sorry or taken in the small man’s appearance and tried to flirt with him instead, but Bucky wasn’t. Bucky was pissed off and the small, blonde man was now his number one enemy.

“Don’t pin this on me, it’s not like I’m the tiny one. Are you blind as well as stupid?” Bucky grumbled before barging past, knowing that he knocked the man sideways and not caring as he almost-slammed the door shut. He flopped into the chair and rubbed his pounding temples, his brain feeling like it was going to explode any second now. If Bucky had taken a second to use said brain he might have realised that his new enemy was the man he had hated already, or maybe he would have seen the hurt expression on his face before he stormed off… but he didn’t and now he had to sit through his Tuesday with a killer hangover, no coffee and a bad attitude.

The next time Bucky saw Natasha and Sam was on that same week’s Friday, back at a bar but a lot more casually than the celebratory drinks they had on Monday since Sam had got a promotion that day when they happened to meet up. This was their usual Friday night drinking, and Natasha had given Bucky the head’s up that Sam was bringing a friend so he had to be on his best behaviour tonight.

Bucky waltzed into their usual joint and spotted Natasha and Sam at a booth immediately, though it took until he was at the booth to see Sam’s friend. Bucky and the man stared at each other for a moment before Bucky sneered at him, turning his comment to Sam however.

“Sam, I can’t believe your friends with this asshole” Bucky snorted as he threw his hand towards the man who slid out the booth, and puffed out his chest as if to intimidate Bucky despite being a foot shorter than him.

“I’m not the one who threw a tantrum over spilt coffee like an overgrown child” The blonde snapped back before Sam tugged him back into the booth and Natasha stepped in front of Bucky to push him away, knowing full well that Bucky wouldn’t lay a finger on her.

“How do you know him and what’s your problem?” Natasha hissed under her breath, her eyes were furious even if an outsider wouldn’t see anything wrong between the pair.

“He works in my office, he ran into me on Tuesday after we had been drinking the night before and was a complete dickhead” Bucky whispered back, his whole body had tensed up for a fight despite knowing that if he punched this guy he might break a bone since he looked so frail “Look I’m not in the mood to pick a fight with a guy who looks like he’d break a rib from a strong breeze, I’m outta here. Have a nice night, Tasha”

Bucky ducked her hand and stormed off to the bar, he had wasted money on getting a cab here so he might as well get a drink before he leaves. He knew Natasha well enough to know she would leave him to sulk if that’s what he wanted to do, and Natasha knew better than to send Sam over to talk to him either so he was safe in the knowledge that he would be left alone to drink as much whiskey as he wanted too.

Bucky wasn’t exactly sure how much he had drunk, but he knew he was still getting towards the wrong kind of tipsy and swiftly heading towards being drunk so when the bartender offered to refill his glass, Bucky shook his head and paid his tab instead. As much as Bucky would have enjoyed spending his evening with his friends, he still liked having time to just drink and not have to worry about talking to other people or trying to field questions about his life and pretend that everything was fine.

It was as he was getting up to leave that a small hand pushed him back into his seat and bright blue eyes glared at him, making Bucky smile lopsidedly as Sam’s friend blocked him from standing up again.

“Look whatever problem you have with me, you shouldn’t take it out on Sam, I don’t care if you hate my guts but Sam doesn’t deserve-” The guy ranted at him before Bucky laughed in his face, he didn’t really mean too but after the number of drinks Bucky had consumed he didn’t really have the filter he usually had a tight grip on.

“I don’t have an issue with Sam, if he has an issue with me then he can tell me himself without his little guard dog. I was celebrating with him on Monday over his promotion, why the fuck d’you think I have a problem with him” Bucky glared back but he was sure it didn’t look as angry as the man in front of him glare did, Bucky kept glaring for a moment before he spotted Natasha’s bright red hair and found his eyes following her instead.

“Do you like Natasha? Is that what it is?” The man accused him and Bucky just laughed in his face again as he shook his head with a grin.

“I’m gay, if anything you’re my type!” Bucky snorted before squeaking as he suddenly had a lap of angry blonde kissing him passionately, the blonde was tugging at Bucky’s hair to try and pull him deeper into the kiss which definitely worked as Bucky groaned and grabbed Steve’s hips.

“I knew there had to be a reason you’re an ass” The man panted against his lips once they pulled apart, his blue eyes burning into Bucky’s “You were going to be too perfect if you were nice”

“I can be nice if you take me home” Bucky purred in his ear, making the pale man in his lap go scarlett even as he shook his head and carefully slid back out of Bucky’s tight grasp.

“Find me at work on Monday, if you still want to be nice then tell me in the office” He said confidently before leaving Bucky alone and wanting, he had sobered up in seconds of that powerful kiss and immediately knew his mission come Monday morning.

On that Monday morning, Bucky made sure he was on time, made sure he had cleaned up and put in effort to look good. He had managed to get a name from Natasha so he now knew that man's name was Steve Rogers and Bucky couldn't help thinking how good that name rolling off his tongue was.

He wandered down the hall to his office, knowing Steve must work in one nearby due to the incident last week. Once Bucky realised exactly what office Steve was sat in, he paused and stared at the man who had a blanket over his lap and Bucky could spot an inhaler on his desk as well which explained two things about their shared wall.

Knowing what he does now, Bucky shook his head and knocked on the office door with a grin on his face. He hung back so Steve had to open the door and poke his head out to actually see Bucky, and Bucky was glad he did as he saw the way Steve's eyes lit up once he spotted him.

"Hi, I wasn't sure you'd come find me" Steve smiled slightly and when Bucky shifted to be further into Steve's space with a grin, the blonde blushed deeply.

"Haven't been able to get you outta my head, be a real idiot not to find you" Bucky drawled and saw the way Steve's ears went pink as he looked up to Bucky with a smile on his face.

"Well you are a dumbass" Steve teased before grabbing Bucky's tie and tugging him into his office, barely managing to shut the door behind them before he pulled Bucky down by his tie and kissed him hard "I wanna be in your head all day"

"With a kiss like that, you're gonna be in my head forever" Bucky groaned as he held Steve's hips, feeling quite how tiny Steve was compared to him and finding out that he loved it.

"Well then, waiting until the end of the day will get you used to it" Steve smirked before kissing Bucky again and sitting down at his desk while Bucky leant against his wall and panted for a moment, he pressed a kiss to the top of Steve's head before leaving and sitting down in his own office.

It wasn't long before Bucky started to hear Steve humming away happily, and for once in the two years he had worked next to Steve he smiled at the noise, knowing that he had made him that happy and knowing that he was going to keep being the reason Steve was this happy for as long as the feisty man allowed him.

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A Jasper/Bella Fanfiction I wrote

“ Bella Swan's daydream brings her into reality-- complete with golden eyes and a razor-sharp promise. “

Warnings: Almost no plot!, almost smut? (Teen+ audiences), cuss words (minimal)

Sometimes I think I’ll start screaming if he doesn’t touch me. I think of all the air between us like a counter overcrowded with bright yellow lemon peels. I can only imagine the citric burning at my throat, the sting of venom sliding down. A mouthful of bitterness. Of something like blood. My top lip, curled, clenching in time with my lungs as his own wait beneath the curve of my neck. His tongue heavy with tinges of regret and guilt and lust. The blond’s emotions seeping into my rib cage from his mere presence at my back.

I want for the inhuman slick of his palm against my hip, cooling my overheated skin like an ice bath. The pads of his fingers dipping below the relaxed waistband of my jeans– the anticipation biting at my beating heart. Each inch he covers placated by the harsh edge of a silver ring. A second following in its wake.

A tiny girl dressed all in white. Hands like a doll’s, clasped in his large ones.

I shake myself from the malevolent daydream like a dog brought in from a storm. My eyes start to refocus on the worn copy of some state-required novella laid out before me. The chipped edge of the desk becomes concrete beneath my palm.

But the intense gaze aimed into the curve of my spine is hard to ignore.

A quick glance over my bundled shoulder sticks me to my seat. Eyes like glass look directly into the crease of my own. Black as asphalt after a downfall in Forks, the rain swirling around a clogged gutter. I can almost feel the ancient hunger seeping into Jasper’s irises like an ink well. I feel like prey. A rabbit in the mouth of a rabid dog. The clench of his stone hands around the poster of the already small chair speaks for the carnivore in him.

I was afraid the entirety of homeroom English, nor Edward, could keep him from plunging his teeth into the flushed flesh at my collarbone. And in some fevered state my heart whispers, ‘you’d throw yourself at him– as long as he’d hold you while he drained you dry’.

My lids falter, stuttering like a shutter in a hurricane, quickly trying to lose eye contact with him, only to see his chest fail to rise. His throat, blanketed by a restricting linen collar, refuses to inhale again.

My brain drifts only slightly to the thought of the scarred skin underneath. Hundreds of sets of razor blade smiles gunning for mouthfuls of him. The bands of immortal skin suturing itself over and over, self ‘healing’ instantly.

I wondered what it felt like under human fingertips… what it tasted like.

Again, booted off of a train I hadn’t thought I had boarded. This time a pale hand, littered in familiar wounds, covered the front of my novel. The silver rings were missing from his fingers. I could easily make out the gleam of pressed opal buttons climbing up his wrist. From under my lashes, I followed the line up– slower than he wished.

“Darlin’, If you don’t stop suffocating this tiny box of a classroom with all that longing, Imma’ have to drop you at my brother’s feet myself.”

My eyes snapped to his in the middle of his hushed complaint. His brows folded intensely over his soft glare. The blond’s canines were hidden well beneath his upper lip– looking both angered and unsettled. As if I had personally uprooted his ass from his seat. I hadn’t even considered his ability to read the emotional heat I was giving off.

If he had a need to breathe– he would’ve been spread-eagle on the linoleum by now. Every other word in his speech punctuated with a sharp exhale through the nose.

My accidental silence only led him to more truthful conclusions.

His teeth uncovered themselves through an almost snarl. “Or maybe…,” he took a true inhale for the first time, “I’ll take you myself. Where should I start, hmm? Against the lockers behind Molina’s office or maybe right here on this shitty excuse for a desk, how does that sound sugar?”

A feral chuckle bubbled up from his chest. My mouth went dry trying to process every word he drew out. Each syllable more surprising than the last.

“I… uh… Jasper… what’s gotten…” gulp, “into you?”. My vocal cords wavered with an unfurling desire I hadn’t even heard in my dreams. I could almost feel the muscles in my abdomen clenching, fire pooling in my gut. And in my Levi’s.

The students in front of us sat unawares. Ears stuffed with greying headphones, minds and hands focused on finishing whatever homework we’d been assigned. The bell, only minutes from blaring. The comfortable silence seemed to be compressing the room, embracing both his low drawl and my strained response.

Locs of golden curls fell into his darkened line of sight as he bent down beside my pained face. Our stark height difference apparent in his almost crouch.

His ragged breath hits my face. “You know I can smell your arousal, right Isabella? It hangs in the air like a flag of surrender.” His lips had sunk even closer to mine. “And I’d like to know the source of it.” I thought I had heard a growl over the last phrase. Something primal– which only caused the flame to catch an inferno.

With a last inhale, his perfect marble face angled away from me entirely. Leather cowboy boots carried him out of the door just as the bell rang.

The hunger polluting his tall form– I was sure– mirrored mine. The confusion started to take a front seat in my mind as the other students shuffled out.

He had never even touched me.

[mollymauk-teafleak]

Stars (Vexleth Modern AU)

For my lovely girlfriend @spiky-lesbian for the second day of our weird wonderful timezone hopping anniversary. Hope you like this baby, I love you lots. Writing stuff like this is so much easier now because I understand how they feel when I have you.

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Vex’ahlia had realised a long time ago that only good things would happen when she said ‘yes’ to her girlfriend’s suggestions, no matter how insane they sounded at first.

Like now, as Keyleth stood over her, grinning, with her coat on and her keys in her hand at 11pm, asking if Vex wanted to go for a drive in the woods.

“I just found my old telescope when I was moving in and it’s supposed to be a really clear night, especially if we go right up into the mountains and it’s not even that far of a drive, just an hour…” Keyleth’s eyes were wide and hopeful, her expression one of ‘I know this is crazy and you’re already in your pyjamas and under the covers but…’

She looked so beautiful when she was excited about something.

Vex cut her off with a kiss, leaning in and holding her face, forefingers settling into those sweet little dimples that bracketed her round cheeks. Keyleth gave a sweet squeak of surprise against her lips before settling into it gladly.

Vex eventually let her go, after a few seconds longer than was strictly necessary, grinning, “I would love to go stargaze with you, darling.”

“Oh!” up close, Kiki’s freckles were colour of burnt sugar right on the verge of turning into caramel, “I thought you were going to say no!”

“When have I ever said no to you, my sweet?” Vex smiled crookedly.

Keyleth’s pick up truck was as dear to her as Trinket was to Vex. It was also damn near as big, noisy and smelly as Trinket.

Vex had to hold herself stiffly to keep from bouncing up and smacking her head off the very much not cushioned cabin roof. Kiki was not the world’s most careful driver but she was in the running for most enthusiastic.

Still, there was something wonderfully freeing about careening through the forest so late at night, leaving the city behind them without a thought. Nothing in front of them but the circle of light thrown forward by the headlights and the dark, sharp shapes of fir trees blurring past. And still knowing everything ahead would be good. The feeling of invincibility was amazing and it only ever came from being with Keyleth, from sitting next to her while she sang loudly and carelessly to dwarvish rock, thumping the steering wheel along with the beat.

Trinket, taking up the entirety of the space behind their seats and then some, lowed along with Keyleth, delighted to be bundled into the truck in the dead of night and driven into the middle of nowhere. Vex leaned back and kissed his snout, rubbing his ears because she’d read somewhere that doing that for a dog released their endorphins. Trinket certainly had no complaints, slurping at the air happily and resting his wide head on mama’s shoulder.

It was a little less than an hour, Keyleth always seemed to know exactly where she was going in the woods, as vast and sprawling as they were. As if she could set out in any direction and, as long as she had a clear goal in her mind, she’d find her way.

They found themselves a perfect spot, in a clearing far away from the main road, where the trees parted just so and a ledge just a little way away opened out onto a valley. Vex sat on the hood, snuggling deeper into the large coat she’d thrown over her pyjamas and listened to her girlfriend assemble the telescope, grumbling and cursing in soft elvish at the trickier, more finicky parts.

Vex loved the woods as much as Keyleth did, though she didn’t love them quite as much as she loved Keyleth herself. Being here, especially so late with the sky so dark up above like they were looking up from the bottom of an ink puddle, made her remember being small and sneaking out of her bedroom window at Syldor’s, to run and climb and remind herself how to breathe.

If she’d known someone like Keyleth was in her future, she would have taken more joy in every step forward.

“I did it!” came the triumphant cry from behind her. Vex smiled and hopped off the hood, large boots crunching the leaves underneath them.

Keyleth was kneeling in the truck bed, peering through the eyepiece with an enormous grin on her face. Vex leaned against the metal, the cold leeching in even through her parka, and fished out the thermos from her pocket. In moments, there was a steaming mug of sweet, dark hot chocolate in her hands.

“Here,” she held it out to Keyleth, “You’re shivering.”

Keyleth looked up, her eyes widening, “Oh my gosh, marry me, you organised angel.”

“I already said yes three months ago,” Vex chuckled, still digging in her pocket before eventually coming up with a tiny tasting bottle of whiskey she’d thought to stash on their way out, “Want some of this in it?”

Keyleth gasped, “Don’t marry me. Fuck me.”

“Maybe later,” Vex winked, unscrewing the lid clumsily with gloved hands and adding a generous glug to Keyleth’s cup. For herself, she didn’t bother with the hot chocolate and just sipped straight from the bottle, “But we did come up here to stargaze, darling.”

The enthusiasm she loved so much returned to those honey eyes, “Oh it’s not just stars! I found the planet Sune, come see!”

Vex hopped up into the truck next to her girlfriend, making the old thing creak and groan. She steadied herself on the half elf’s shoulder and peered into the little plastic opening. Sure enough, there was a pale yellow disc centred in the aperture, glowing softly against the black. It was nearly the colour of Keyleth’s eyes, just a few shades off.

“She’s beautiful,” Vex grins.

“Isn’t it incredible?” Keyleth gushed, sending chocolate scented puffs of steam into the air with every word, “It’s millions of miles away but it’s so clear, you feel like if you just stretched far enough, you could pluck it from the sky and hold it in your hand.”

Vex drew back, smiling fondly, “It is beautiful, darling. This was a lovely idea.”

“Aww really?” Keyleth smiled widely, “Even though you’re kneeling in my dirty truck at 1am in your pyjamas?”

“Even so,” Vex leaned in and kissed her softly, her lips intoxicating with or without the hint of whiskey.

When Vex came to pull away, Keyleth chased her, pressing their lips together and slipping her hands under the beautiful, unbroken curtain of her hair.

“So, uh...is maybe later maybe now?” she murmured once they were both gasping for air, “I mean, it’s a full moon. We moon druids believe making love under a full moon is lucky.”

“Did you just completely pull that out of your perfect ass, my darling?” Vex raised a knowing eyebrow.

“Well, I’m the only moon druid you know so good luck proving me wrong…”

Vex couldn’t hide her smile any longer, kissing her girlfriend’s round nose, “Not in front of my boy, you know that…”

“Trinkie!” Keyleth loudly sang, turning to where the Newfoundland was snuffling in the grass, “Who wants to take a nap in the cabin, huh?”

Vex gave her a scandalised shove but it turned out he really did seem up for the idea; it was after his bedtime too. Once he was sprawled across the two seats, tucked up in the tartan blanket Keyleth sat on while she drove, Vex firmly locked the truck and practically skipped back to the bed. They’d had far too many romantic moments well intentionally ruined by her sweet boy.  

Keyleth was peering through the telescope again when she returned, her expression like she was seeing an old friend after a long time away.

Vex smiled fondly, “We don’t have to have sex right now, if you’d rather keep watching the stars, darling?”

Keyleth shook her head and pulled away, shrugging lazily, “You’re prettier than anything up there anyway.”

Vex’s eyebrows shot up, “Well. Someone is looking to get herself very firmly kissed.”

Keyleth turned a lovely shade of pink, like an orchid, leaning over the edge of the truck to accept. As she did, Vex reached down to undo her scarf, loosening it a little so she could slip a hand down and caress her collarbone. Keyleth had little spots all over her body where, if you touched them just so, she would whimper and shiver and curl around you like a tree growing over years to fully claim something in its grasp. One of these spots lay just where her collarbone met her shoulder.

Soon she was dragging her girlfriend up into the truck bed, pulling at her coat. It was still unbearably cold but the more worked up Keyleth got, the more her skin emitted a low, pleasant heat, the fire in her igniting under touch. Soon Vex could tolerate a cold back, cold knees, cold palms if everything else was pressed to Keyleth.

As Vex now slid her tongue where her fingers had just been, Keyleth got the zip of her coat down and had her hands at the waistband of her hunter’s silky pyjamas. But they paused, a glint coming into her eyes and instead she pressed her palm against Vex through the clothes themselves, that little bit of distance meaning she’d have to work that little bit harder to get off against her hand.

Vex gave her a flash of her most dangerous eyes before biting at her honey skin now, nipping enough that there would be a mark. Keyleth gasped in response, her immediate arousal frosting in the air. Vex shifted slightly, not enough to sacrifice any of that sweet pressure against her, but enough that she could slip her leg between Keyleth’s to provide an equally sweet, equally maddening pressure of her own. Immediately, she got the response she wanted, Keyleth’s hips shifting and starting to rock, wrist moving in time. Her reward was more of Vex’s mouth on her neck, slipping down to where her shirt was pulled back, fabric straining to give her some of her breasts to worship in a similar way.

It took a while, with clothes in the way and less than ideal positions, but they were no strangers to taking their time. Both liked a challenge, both liked the sensation of effort, of teeth biting into lips and muscles straining under pressure.

Vex fell first, Keyleth’s hands were strong and sure, her fingers graceful and purposeful. She game with a sharp exhalation, lungs burning. Keyleth came after and Vex forced herself to focus. Watch her. Don’t miss anything. It’s all too precious to miss.

After, before they felt the need to say anything, kiss and grin and argue playfully about who would be driving back, who would move and face the cold first, when they were still panting with foreheads pressed together, Vex remembered something. Something from years ago, a little scrap of information she must have picked up somewhere down the line.

Sune. The goddess of love. Her eye up above them,  who mortals fought and died for, whose beauty had started celestial wars and created beauty out of nothing.

Vex smiled and caught her girlfriend’s lips in a soft kiss. She would take Keyleth’s eyes every time.

[theangriestpea]

In the Shadows : two

Summary: Jughead Jones, resident werewolf, just wants to protect his family and his pack from the incoming doom of The Red Circle. Sweet Pea and Lily join him to help keep the Southside safe from human tyranny. Meanwhile a demon princess named Myra and succubus named Lavender had a plan to bring on the apocalypse. <ao3> <masterlist> <playlist>

Rating: Mature // Explicit

Pairings: Jughead Jones x OC, Sweet Pea x OC, Kurtz x OC

Warnings: Shameless smut (now with plot?), Daddy kink, Dirty talk, Unprotected sex (wrap it if you tap it xoxo)

Word Count: 6.4k+

A/N: Wow, I can’t believe I was able to update this so soon. I thought for sure it wouldn’t be until next month (barely made it lol). I’m doing my best to get content out but this 5k minimum I’ve set for myself really kicks my ass sometimes. Anyway, enjoy!

Part Two: Warning Signs

“Daddy?”

Sweet Pea’s groggy eyes opened. He found that he was sweating under the heat of the many blankets he was nestled under. Sleep still claimed his limbs, making them feel as if his bones were made of lead.

“Daddy?”

The little girl’s voice was muffled, he managed to push the layers off of him to see the bright and beautiful face of his two year old. She grinned at him before giggling to herself, her hand coming over her mouth. “Why is he nakey, daddy?”

She pointed to the man lying on the ground a few yards away from him. The fire that once roared in the fireplace was nothing but glowing embers. The air was brisk from the morning cold and a shiver ran across his damp skin. The man had no doubt been the wolf from the night before. His dark locks were mussed and the gashes on his arm looked angry.

“Lily!” He called out somewhat angrily. Daisy giggled again before climbing onto the couch to cuddle with her father. He put an arm around her to support her as she sat on his stomach. She laid down with a heavy thud, causing the breath to leave out of his chest for a second. Her small nose nuzzled into his sternum, still laughing softly.

A moment later Lily appeared rubbing her eyes with the heels of her hands. It was way too early to be awake, she thought bitterly. It was too cold to be out of bed. Usually Sweet Pea tended to the fire but he had been too far gone to do it. She shuddered and pulled the fluffy wool robe around her even more tightly than before.

 Her eyes fell onto Jughead then, her cheeks flaring red as he stirred. He lifted his head and blinked blearily at her. His bright blue eyes shining like a Caribbean ocean in the sunlight. Lily tried desperately to control her line of sight, but the gods compelled her to look over him completely.

“Mommy! Puppy!” Daisy said, pointing at a confused and weary Jones heir. A smile formed on his dry, cracked lips. She was an adorable spitting image of her father. The only difference was her emerald green eyes that she inherited from her mother. Even at this age she could tell what he was. Amazing, Jughead wondered to himself. What else could the little witch do?

“Thank you for letting me crash here.” Jughead said as he forced his half-asleep body to move. He sat up, not even bothering to cover himself. Daisy fell into Sweet Pea with another rush of giggles. Lily’s cheeks were pink as Sweet Pea threw a blanket at him.

“Make yourself decent, my daughter doesn’t need to see that.” He hissed at the wolf, who sat unashamed with an old blanket on his lap. Lily was eyeing the happy trail that crept up to this belly button as it peaked up from the hem of the blanket.

Jughead cleared his throat awkwardly and she tore her eyes away from him. She looked out the window in an attempt to rid her mind of thoughts that already began to plague them. Gods, it had been way too long since she had gotten laid. “You saved my life, it’s the least I could do.” She finally murmured.

He stood up, making sure to keep his more intimate parts covered by the blanket. He wrapped it around his thin waist like a towel after a hot shower. Speaking of showers���Jughead looked down the hall, “if it’s not too much to ask, do you mind if I wash up before I go?”

“Oh! I’ll get you some clothes!” Lily said, her eyes connected with his excitedly. “You can’t walk home naked. You’ll get sick.” The fall was coming in strong, a cold front had hit over the past week and the snow was imminent.

Jughead didn’t want to take any more from her but also conceded that he couldn’t simply walk through Fox Forest in his birthday suit. He supposed something was better than nothing.

His stomach growled painfully causing him to look down in embarrassment. The day after the moon always had him so starving. Even if he ate during the night, his metabolism was so high from the shift that even a feast before wouldn’t keep him satiated.

Clothes he would take, but he was definitely not about to ask for a meal as well.

Sweet Pea stared at him, holding his daughter that was now choked with happy tears from laughing so much. His eyes were narrow slits of distrust. A scowl had formed on his lips. He didn’t want Jughead here in the first place, now he’s taking a shower in his bathroom? How exactly had he saved Lily’s life anyway?

Lily popped back in with a pair of beat up sweatpants and an old flannel that barely fit Sweet Pea anymore. “Here, you can put these on when you’re done. Towels are already in the bathroom. First door on your right. The hot water is a little tricky so be careful and don’t burn yourself.”

“Thanks,” Jughead said with a brilliant and grateful smile. He took the clothes and made his way to the bathroom. Once inside he shut the door and let the blanket fall. A shaky breath escaped his lips as he moved to the bathtub to fiddle with the knobs. Something was heavy on his mind, something…something…

“What do you want for breakfast, Daze?” Lily asked as she moved to the kitchen. Daisy slipped down off her father and tottered into the kitchen to observe. Lily flashed her a smile, “Pancakes and sausage okay?”

The little girl grinned again before nodding her head so hard that her thick hair fell into her eyes. She’d need a haircut soon probably, or at least more hair clips to keep it back. Lily began to grab a few ingredients she’d need for breakfast as Sweet Pea walked in.

“What exactly happened last night?” He probed, wanting to get to the bottom of this. Just how much debt do they owe the Jones kid now? Hopefully not too much.

Lily started to make the batter for the pancakes as she recalled to him about the attack last night. How if it weren’t for Jughead then she would surely be dead. The vargulf had claimed so many lives already. There was no reason to spare a witch such as herself. Mad wolves didn’t know how to discern friend from foe anyway.

Sweet Pea was silent. So, Lily hadn’t been exaggerating. This was just what they needed, some mangy mutt poking his nose into their cozy lives. He secretly hoped the water scorched his flesh off.

(In the shower, suddenly the water ran boiling hot causing Jughead to yelp in surprise. He quickly jumped out of the stream and messed with the knobs again to get it back to a manageable temperature.)

“I owe him my life.” Lily said as she began cooking the batter. “The look in that wolf’s eyes was…so inhuman, so intense. I couldn’t even move. I couldn’t think of a single spell to protect myself with. So if he needs a place to rest or old clothes to wear, then he’s more than welcome to it. Who would be around to take care of you if I was gone?”

Sweet Pea huffed indignantly. “I’m an adult, Lily. I can take care of myself.”

She rolled her eyes, “like last night? You call crying on the couch for me to help you taking care of yourself?”

He turned away from her angrily, knowing she was right but not being able to admit it.  Silence fell upon them as Daisy began to play with the alphabet refrigerator magnets.

A sly grin ran across Lily’s face, pulling the corners of her mouth up high on her face. “He’s bigger than you.” She mentioned, knowing Daisy wasn’t paying them any attention. “By at least an inch.”

Sweet Pea turned red with anger, “you know I’m a grower not a shower!” He snapped at her, “why were you even looking at that?!”

“I couldn’t help it, it was just so big.” Lily added, wanting to get under his skin even more. She was quite successful as Sweet Pea found himself wanting to rip the wolf out of the shower (whose water suddenly ran boiling hot again causing Jug to cry once more like a wounded dog) and kick him out of his house.

He let out an angry puff of air, his chest poked out threateningly. “I’m going into town. I’ll be back later.”

“Sure,” Lily replied with a shrug, “pick up some milk while you’re there. We’re almost out.”

Sweet Pea shot her one more furious look before stalking into their bedroom (where he rarely actually slept but kept his things in nonetheless) and grabbed a fresh set of clothes to put on.

About ten minutes later, Sweet Pea was gone and Jughead was coming out of the bathroom in the holey rags Lily had given him. He walked into the kitchen, led by the wonderful smell of sausage, bacon, eggs, and pancakes. His mouth watered almost painfully, causing him to swallow the growing amount of spit. He was just so ravenous from last night, he needed something…however he couldn’t ask any more of Lily than he had already taken.

“Grab a plate, Jug,” Lily said happily as she cut up Daisy’s pancakes into tiny pieces for her. Daisy was thrown into yet another fit of giggles at the sight of Jughead, even though he was fully clothed now. He noticed tiny iridescent butterflies made of smoke appear around her, a side effect of not yet being able to control her magic. One fluttered over to Jughead and landed on his nose. Its wings flapped open and shut a few times before it disappeared into the air.

Jughead couldn’t protest, he was much too hungry to do that. He took one of the clean plates on the counter and filled it with a little bit of everything. He didn’t want to look like a pig but his body needed fuel to repair itself from the events of the night before. Lily knew this well enough and was simply trying to help him with a large meal. It didn’t hurt to splurge once in a while.

He sat down across from Daisy while Lily was at the head of the table between them. She ate a bite of pancake before speaking, “so that wolf last night…was it one of yours?” The sleeves of the flannel covered the wounds he had, but she had seen them plain as day this morning.

“No,” Jughead replied as he shook his head, “I’m not sure who he belongs to. He’s an alpha though. I could smell that under his decay. Something is not right, I don’t think he was born a wolf.”

Lily gave him a perplexed look, “why do you say that?” She thought that changing into a werewolf was another myth and that you had to be born into it. She had no idea that it was possible for a human to turn.

“Do you know what a vargulf is, Lily?” Jughead asked, wondering how much he needed to explain exactly. He had no idea how much she actually knew about werewolves.

She nodded her head slowly, “a rabid werewolf.” That was about the extent of her knowledge. She had read a bit about vargulfs but there wasn’t much information out there in writing about them. Wolves kept their secrets close to their hearts and not on the pages of any book.

“I didn’t either at first,” Jughead mused, “my mother told me about them when the killings started. When The Red Circle started hunting us. She wanted me to know, said I needed the knowledge if I was ever going to lead the pack. Do you know how a wolf becomes sick?”

Lily shook her head no. She didn’t know how a wolf became sick with illness, as werewolves had impeccable immune systems. They didn’t catch colds or the flu or strep throat. Their bodies healed too fast for that, though not fast enough for bad flesh wounds to not kill them.

“A werewolf becomes a vargulf from turning on the wrong moon.” Jughead said between bites of sausage. “I don’t know how one can change on the wrong moon, but it’s possible. My mother wouldn’t tell me how in fear that I’d do it and become one myself. Changing on the wrong moon, changing against nature, it drives you mad. You kill for sport and not for food. Werewolves eat their kill, you see, we don’t leave anything behind and we only kill to eat. Usually deer, rabbits, and things like that. Not humans. Even in our natural form we have enough sense not to go after humans.”

He was quiet for a moment as if digesting his words, “I do not think this man was born a wolf because of several factors. He’s big, bigger than any wolf I’ve ever seen. He has no pack. A pack would have put him down. A vargulf is bad business because things like The Red Circle arise from them.”

“I thought werewolves aren’t always in packs,” Lily interrupted, wanting clarification. Jughead smiled lightly at her.

“Omegas don’t have packs, that’s true. But they have a special scent. This vargulf smells like an alpha, which means he should have pack mates. But, he doesn’t, so it’s suspicious.” He drank a bit of juice before continuing, “Lastly, his scent changes. This man smells completely different as a human than he does as a wolf which is what makes him so hard to track down. That’s a trait only found in humans that have somehow become werewolves.”

“But how is that even possible?” Lily asked once he seemed to be finished explaining, “How can a human become a werewolf? I though the bite was a myth.”

Jughead’s smile faltered, “The only thing that can turn a human into a wolf is black magic. Very serious black magic that would probably be too great for a mortal to use. I’m guessing whatever killed all the plants in your garden is the same thing that turned this human into a vargulf.”

So, he had noticed all the dead and rotting herbs in her garden last night? He probably smelled the decay, she surmised to herself as she nodded to show her understanding. A wolf that was not a wolf. A wolf that turned on the wrong moon. A wolf that could be the death of them all. 

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A beautiful, purple-haired woman dressed in a tight black crop top and leather miniskirt sat at the almost exclusively non-human (or magic using human) bar on the edge of the Southside. Most of the patrons were wolves, she could tell by the smell of wet dog that lingered on their leather jackets. It had been raining for the past three hours fairly steadily. An icy rain that dared not become snow rather shards of glass to slice through the frigid night air.

It was her favorite kind of weather. It was so easy to get a cold, sodden fellow into her bed and warm up and devour, leaving nothing but a soulless corpse as she bathed in the warmth of his blood. She planned on doing that tonight. The snack she had partaken in earlier was not nearly enough to satisfy the ache between her legs. Being a sex demon and being perpetually horny came hand in hand, not that many men could truly satisfy her. Not like a woman could. But, women she dined on rarely as they were harder to seduce unless they were naturally inclined to take female partners.

A prickling sensation ran up her spine as the heavy door opened and a tall man walked in. He shook the water out of his hair like an animal might, but he was no animal. He reeked of magic, black magic, and she knew for sure that her target had been found. She swallowed thickly, her mouth running dry as she coyly connected her light eyes with his dark ones. A small smirk crept upon her lips as she looked forward once more and picked up her glass with a dark brown liquid inside along with two crushed cherries floating at the bottom.

The warlock walked towards her and dared to sit down next to her. Couldn’t he tell what she was? She was hiding her energy the best she could, as much as she knew how, but this was what she struggled with the most. This is why she took human men as they had no way to tell what she was. This man though, the man that was to father her child, seemed to either not know or not care. And she imagined that either way it would work to her benefit.

“Don’t see many demons in here.” He commented with a light chuckle as the pink haired bartender brought him a beer without him even asking. He nodded a silent thanks towards her and she gave him a weary look. “Probably because the bartender is a demon slayer.”

Lavender’s smirk turned into a mischievous smile. “Demon slayers are no threat to me.” She said in a light but amused voice. “Unless I choose them to be.”

Sweet Pea, that had been the name Myra told her, took a large swallow of beer. He felt as if the stars had aligned for him perfectly that night (and perhaps the tarot spread he drew a few nights ago had been totally correct). Lily had spurned him this morning, hurting his manhood to the point that he knew he needed to bring someone home just to drive his point through to her. And what better than a demon that survived on sex? Succubae were supposedly hard to please but if he could please her, if he could make her truly climax, then maybe he would have proof enough that he was better than any mangy wolf.

The danger of it all caused a thrill to run down his chest, through his stomach, and into his groin. If he made her cum first then she wouldn’t be able to take his soul. At least, that was the rumor he had been told when he was a teenager. Now at twenty-two he was ready to test that theory.

It didn’t hurt that she had been more beautiful than he had imagined a succubus would be, though they could take any form they pleased in order to seduce their victims. The one she took made her look like a fallen angel that had spurned the gods and was cast to Earth as punishment. Long purple hair that was almost grey with how light it was, eyes bright like an unpolluted stream running through the woods in the spring. Full lips and a figure any girl would die for.. He found himself licking his lips.

“I suppose you don’t think witches are a threat to you either.” He asked, not in a threatening way but rather just making playful banter with her. “Unless you want them to be?”

She laughed as she turned her body towards him. He noticed her belly button piercing, silver with an amethyst jewel. He could also tell through the thin material of her top that her nipples were pierced as well. She crossed her legs, forcing her skirt to ride up another inch. One more and he was sure he’d be able to see her underwear under her fishnet stockings. “Are you going to hex me, mister witch?” She asked, eyes glittering with amusement.

Sweet Pea’s eyes ravaged her body now that he was a forward facing view. He swallowed thickly. “Not tonight, not unless you try to rip my heart out.”

Lav smiled a smile that wasn’t totally evil or sly or condescending. It was almost…genuine. Very strange for a demon, that he knew for sure. It almost made him feel uneasy. “I promise not to rip yours out if you promise not to rip mine.” She added and he knew that she was being sincere. It was eerie.

He broke eye contact first, unable to feel comfortable holding her gaze. He took a swig of beer, thinking it over. “I promise.” He finally added in a low voice, not knowing what kind of invisible contract he might be signing. Demons were tricky like that.

She turned back and downed the rest of what he assumed was an Old Fashioned. “Then let’s get out of here.” She wanted to get this over with. Myra had performed some kind of ritual earlier, made Lav drink some awful brew she had made. Supposedly it would increase her fertility. The next person she had sex with would impregnate her for sure. She only needed to do this once and then it would be over. She could have this baby and her freedom too. 

“Hope you don’t mind the rain.” He mentioned as he chugged his beer. He set down the bottle and a few crumpled bills. “I rode my bike.” 

“Oh, Sweet Pea, you’re going to get me cold and wet just so you can warm me up in your bed? How kind of you.” Lavender said with a joking laugh. Of course she didn’t mind a little freezing rain. It was nothing compared to hell, or so Myra had told her time and time again. 

The warlock froze, he had not told her his name. He hadn’t planned on telling her either. How did she know? Then he shook his head, thinking it a demonic trick she probably had picked up. Demons were special in that they were magic using supernaturals. She probably knew a spell or two to find out something as trivial as his name. 

“Something like that,” He finally replied as he watched her, eyes dark with the excitement of being in such a dangerous situation. “Let’s go.” 

The drive to the cottage wasn’t particularly interesting. Lav used the close contact with Sweet Pea to decode his inner desires. He liked it rough, fast, relentless, and oh the things that came out of his mouth. For the first time in a long time she felt actual anticipation for a man. She couldn’t wait to get him into bed, flush him with desire so that he lived out his fantasies of what he wanted to do to her. And she’d let him do whatever he wanted because all of what she saw inside his head was so damn enticing. 

Then, once he had spilled his seed inside of her, she’d bury her claws into his chest and rip out his heart because a promise with a demon was no real promise at all. She didn’t need a loose end. As far as she was concerned, Asmodeus could act as their child’s father. That was what he wanted anyway. 

Sweet Pea parked his motorcycle and felt her warm body slide away from his as she got off. She smoothed out her skirt so that it once again provided adequate coverage. He looked at her, illuminated by the soft porch light. Did he really want to dance with the devil? 

He could feel her reading him during the entire ride. He didn’t know what kind of information she was pulling but all he seemed to be able to think about was how much he just wanted to plow into her. A small breath of anticipation left him as he got off the bike as well. 

They exchanged no words as nothing really needed to be said. It was obvious what was going down and stopping it now would have been near impossible. He unlocked the door and led her inside to find a very unhappy white witch waiting for him. 

Her green eyes grew large and wide as she saw the demon in his tow. “Sweet Pea,” She hissed to him, “you brought a demon into our house? With our daughter here?!” 

Sweet Pea gave her a bored look. Sure succubae sometimes fed on children but he was under the impression that his two year old was much too old for their tastes. Didn’t they dine on infants almost exclusively? He didn’t really know. What he did know was that if this demon proposed any kind of threat to his daughter than he’d end her on the spot. 

“Relax,” Sweet Pea said in a cool voice that showed just how cool he was about the situation. It was just sex. What was the big deal? It’s not like they were still together and he was stepping out on her. Though he had done just that right after Daisy was born…

Lily scoffed at him, crossing her arms over her chest as she eyed the succubus standing just behind her ex-lover, a curious look on her face. “What do you want with him?” 

She shrugged, also nonchalant about the entire situation. “His soul.” She said, telling a half-truth. She didn’t just want that….she wanted much more. 

“Sweet Pea!” Lily cried back in desperation, “you’re going to just let her?!” 

“She takes my soul and my powers increase tenfold, right? What’s the problem?” He asked, having always craved power. More power than he could ever possibly handle. The soul binds a magic user’s abilities like training wheels. With it gone he’d be almost limitless in what he could do. Was it reckless? Sure, but it was also a great opportunity from his point of view. 

He pushed past her, ignoring how agape her mouth was with shock. Was he seriously going to do this? What if this demon wanted more? What if she killed him like a praying mantis might a mate after sex? She was speechless as Sweet Pea took Lavender into what was once their shared bedroom. Lavender gave Lily a small wave, a proud smirk on her face. Her own magic was at work here and Lily knew it. 

Once inside the room Sweet Pea saw the walls glow for a moment before dimming again. His head shot back to look at Lavender as if to ask what she had just done. “Sound proofing.” She said in an innocent voice, “don’t want to wake the baby.” 

Sweet Pea shook his head as he shrugged his leather jacket off haphazardly. What was he doing exactly? Right, making a demon cum so hard she couldn’t take his soul. The plan seemed rocky at best. But the risk, oh the risk just seemed so deliciously sweet that he couldn’t stop himself. 

Lavender stepped towards him slowly, pulling off her own top to expose her pert breasts. His eyes stared at them, mesmerized by the barbells impaled through each hard nipple. Would they be cold to the touch like regular metal? Or would they be warm from her body heat? 

His calloused hand reach out, his large thumb brushing over the piercing with interest. Lav breath hitched in her throat at the sensation she felt both in her breast and in her core. Succubae were known to have sweet spots, almost like a secondary g-spot located onto their bodies. Her nipples had been one of these, sensitive and aching to be touched. God if he’d just put his mouth on them-

She moaned rather loudly as his lips clamped down on her breast, tongue working her nipple as if it were made of candy. He sucked lightly but steadily, making her head fall back as her hand came to rest on the back of his head. 

Sweet Pea was smirking at her intense reaction. He suddenly felt so compelled to put her breast in his mouth that he hardly realized what he was doing before he did it. Would she hit her peak just from him doing this? Not likely but it was an amusing thought. 

He was on his knees, one hand on her waist while the other played absentmindedly with her other breast. He could feel her melting into him, turning into a puddle of desire with an intense need for release. Somehow during all of this she managed to take her shoes off, suddenly making her five inches shorter.

A whine left her as he parted his lips from her skin, saliva connecting her nipple to his mouth. She looked down at him, her once blue-green eyes suddenly dark with desire. Her pupils were blown so wide that he could hardly see the color of her irises.

She brushed her hands through his thick hair, a small smile on her lips. “Why’d you stop, daddy?” She purred back at him, knowing the name would send a thrill straight through him. She had seen the kink inside of him and was extracting it now to turn him on even more than he already was.

Sweet Pea was up in one fluid motion, his strong hands on her waist, lifting her up and throwing her onto the bed. She let out a squeal of excitement as she landed on the plush mattress. His wet shirt was peeled off next and then in a flash he was on top of her, kissing her with a bruising force.

Their bare chests were pressed against one another and he could feel the now warm metal of her barbells against his cold skin. They fought for dominance with tongues and teeth and at one point Sweet Pea tasted blood in his mouth but was unsure of who it belonged to.

He pulled away to breathe heavily against the skin of her neck. He noticed something that looked like a brand there, an inverted pentacle against the pulse point of her throat. It was small, almost unnoticeable, and he had to remind himself that this was a spawn of Satan in his bed and not some ordinary girl. 

He noticed then that she was staring up at him, eyes half-lidded, and she almost seemed like she was in a daze. Like she was caught under a spell of some sort. He sat up, feeling the slightest bit uneasy about doing this now. Her eyes suddenly focused, a frown on her swollen lips, “What’s wrong, witch?” She asked, her voice laced with lust, “you’re not backing down now, are you?”

She reached up and caressed his neck, sending her own magic through him so that he suddenly felt an intense urge to fuck her. He kissed her again with a new wave of force, pinning her wrists down in his massive hands. Slowly she began to grind her hips against him, feeling his hard length on her upper thigh through his pants. Her skirt had ridden up so that her underwear was almost visible through the holes in her fishnet tights.

He trailed biting kisses down her neck again, one landing on her pulse point. Pain ran threw her so violently that she almost tossed him off, but she restrained herself. “Not there,” She said in a strained voice, “anywhere but there.”

Sweet Pea muttered an apology before his fingers found the zipper of her skirt. He lifted off of her to pull it off along with her tights, leaving her in nothing but her black thong. He took a moment to admire the sight, her chest heaving from her deep breaths. His eyes flicked up to her face to see her smirking at him, “like what you see, daddy?” She asked as she sat up, trailing a finger down his chest and to his belt where she tugged playfully. “It’s all yours for tonight, if you think you can handle it.”

He shuddered from the sheer strength of the images of him pounding into her that ran through him. A moment later he was down to his boxers and nothing else, their hips together to bump, grind, and dry hump until she was wordlessly begging him to be inside of her. His mouth had found her nipple again, his teeth raking across the sensitive bud so that she cried out with need. 

Sweet Pea sat back from her long enough to tear her thong off, ripping the elastic that held it together. His boxers were off next, his hand on his penis to pump it to full length. She watched with dazed anticipation.

“Fuck me, daddy, please I need your big dick inside of me now.” She whined as she spread her legs for him to settle between them. His eyes raked over her naked from as he committed the view to memory. Maybe this didn’t have to be a one time thing, he proposed to himself. Maybe this could be a permanent solution to his problem.

The problem of sleeping alone on an old couch every night with no one to hold or caress or satisfy him when he needed release in the middle of the night. Typically he let Lily have the bed and the two bedroom cottage did not have a spare room for him to take as his own. They didn’t have the means to get a bigger home as this one had been left to them from Lily’s father. She could have kicked him out, and why she didn’t he wasn’t sure, but she let him stay as long as he helped take care of their daughter.

Lav reached out in frustration, grabbing his large and firm biceps to send more urges through him. His thoughts vanished from his mind as he pinned her down by grabbing the backs of her knees and forcing them so that they were on either side of her head.

She grabbed the backs of her thighs to help hold her legs into place. He could see that she was practically dripping with anticipation, the moisture on her folds was reflecting in the yellow light of the lamp. “You want me to fuck you that bad, princess?” His voice was husky, low, and he smirked as she just nodded her head weakly.

He used one hand to guide himself into her, and when her labia spread he saw light glint off of metal. Curiously he spread them further to see what it was to find a vertical hood piercing through the hood of her clitoris. It was the same purple amethyst as her belly button piercing.

His thumb brushed against it, earning a shiver of delight from his conquest (or was he her conquest? He didn’t know). She flexed her Kegels to clamp down around him in an attempt to make him move. She couldn't really move herself due to the position he had her stuck in.

Sweet Pea smirked at her, putting his hand back on her leg to pin her down even further. He pushed all the way into her until his hilt was against her skin. A loud moan escaped her as he did, his depth more than what she had felt in years. To her, he felt like the perfect size. A pleasurable length and a wonderful width. They melted together like two pieces of a puzzle.

“You spread me out so good, daddy,” she cooed up at him, knowing exactly what he liked to hear. “You fill my pussy up, I-“ He silenced her by putting a hand on her throat. A wild grin spread across her face as he began to thrust madly into her while tightening his grip.

Lav began to see bright white and black stars. Her vision speckled as he rammed in relentlessly. When he released pressure on her throat, she could feel the rush of blood almost like a rush of ecstasy running through her. “Fuck,” they both moaned at about the same time.

Sweet Pea was determined to make her cum, so incredibly determined that he never lost sight of his end goal despite his lust clouded thoughts. One hand stayed on her throat as he towered over her, his hips never stopping their rhythmic bucking. Under his breath he said things that he would have never dared to say to Lily. (You like that, you dirty little slut? You’re moaning so loudly for my cock. Bet you couldn’t scream if it was down your throat instead.) He could feel his tip press against her cervix on multiple occasions, causing her to mewl in delight whenever he did.

His other hand left her leg, she held both back herself now to stay in place despite his rough plowing. It moved to her clit to rub the engorged cluster of nerves. She seized when he did this, convulsed at the pleasure so much that his hold on her actually did choke her.

Lav felt the edge coming and it was such a foreign feeling that at first she thought something was wrong. How long had it been since a man brought her to her peak? Five, ten years? Yes, a decade, and that one had ended in a shower of blood because at that moment too she was so shocked that she couldn’t stop herself from slipping into her demonic form.

Could she stop herself now? Hopefully he’d live long enough to impregnate her, otherwise she would be royally screwed. She bit down on her lip, feeling her incisors threatening to elongate into fangs. Her nails pressed into her own thighs suddenly felt extremely sharp. She closed her eyes tightly to hide the slow spreading blackness of her pupil across her iris and sclera.

One, two, five more thrusts and the quick workings of her clit made her orgasm with incredible intensity. Her eyelids shot open as she gasped out a cry of immense pleasure. Sweet Pea could see that her eyes were totally black with the exception of a small yellow spot, light reflecting off her dark eyes to give them depth.

She couldn’t even form a comprehensive sentence, only a string of curses came out of her (mostly in a language he did not understand). Her walls seemed to tighten around him so much that his own pleasure was multiplied exponentially. The new tightness of her core caused his own orgasm to come and he spilled his semen deep inside of her.

It was a miracle that Sweet Pea had enough sense to notice her sudden change. She reached for him one clawed hand in an attempt to rip at his chest. He quickly put a hand to that marked pulse point and pressed it hard enough to make her scream out in pain.

“Praeligāre,” He hissed in a deep voice and suddenly she reverted back to her human identity. Eyes regained their color, nails and teeth were the appropriate length, and as she breathed heavily underneath him she felt her mind pull itself back into a deep, deep sleep. 

What he hadn’t felt though, hadn’t even noticed was that while he was twitching inside of her still, his soul left his body and was successfully claimed by the prince of hell.

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[yeeter-parkor]

Stucky fic!

Pre-war StevexBucky sickfic

You can read on Ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23957554

summery: Unlicked Cub- (Noun)- A loutish youth who has never been taught manners; from the tradition that a bear’s cub, when brought into the world, has no shape or symmetry until its mother licks it into form with her tongue; ill-trained, uncouth, and rude.Bucky has no idea how he is keeping his best friend alive.

Bucky knew the moment he woke up that day that Steve was sick. Call it what you want, intuition, reasoning, a superpower. Or maybe he could telepathically communicate with the idiot he's befriended. For some reason. He just knew that he should be getting his ass out of bed and out the door in three minutes or less, because his tiny angry best friend was about to get very close to death.

So he was surprised to find that his friend was fairly chipper when he opened the door to the closet of an apartment his friend saved up for with Bucky’s mom. Steve never really felt good , but he didn’t look bad either. It was very hard to make Steve Rogers look bad, he just had one of those faces. He was sweeping the floor, something that needed to be done since winter had started and the soot had filled the room from the tiny stove they’d bought last year. Bucky leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms and ankles as he watched his friend work.

It was rare that Steve ever felt good enough to even get up from the bed, let alone have been awake and doing housework for a while. Steve propped the broom up in the corner and walked from there to the window, under which they kept the wood that Bucky'd chopped that fall. He didn’t step in uptil he saw Steve almost topple over from trying to pick it up on his own.

“You’re ‘bout to fall flat punk,” Bucky said, walking behind him. Steve jumped, dropping the wood about a inch away from his foot, making Bucky wince. “Geeze, you actually have a death wish, huh?”

“Bu- what ‘er yah doing here?” Steve asked. Bucky smiled. Even when he’s healthy his hearings pretty bad. Most of the time he couldn’t hear Bucky unless he practically shouted in his ear. Even now he undoubtedly couldn’t hear him walk in just now.

“Jus’ decided to show up an’ give ya a heart attack,” Bucky said, taking three logs over to the stove and propping one in quickly, before turning back to his best friend. “You okay?”

Steve scowled at him, crossing his stick thin arms. Bucky smiled, looking down and bumping his shoulder. Bucky’d gotten even taller in the last three months, and Steve decidedly hadn’t. He wasn’t even up to Bucky's shoulder anymore, and he was salty about it. “ course ‘m okay. Why don’t you think that?” Steve asked.

“I donno, just a hunch,” Bucky said. Steve shook his head.

“I wanna go for a walk today,” Steve said, looking outside. It was a cold day, the kind where the air felt like it was cutting you, and the sky looked like shimmery glass. “You wanna come?”

“Go for a walk? Are you insane? Stevie it’s like, negitive fuck’n twenty out there.” Bucky said. Steve just shrugged. “I can wear my wool sweater.”

“The one that you threatened to cut into pieces last week because it made your skin itch so bad you thought you’d explode.” Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Please? I haven't been allowed out for months. If I don’t get out with you, I’m sneaking out this window. I swear it Buck.” Steve said, scowling up. Bucky sighed.

“Fine. but if I see yah doin’ anything like the fair incident last month I’m marching yah straight back, you understand.” He said, placing a hand on Steve's boney shoulder. Steve pumped a fist, smiling.

“I’ll be well behaved Buck,” Steve said. “Yah know me,”

0o0o0o

Bucky couldn’t believe it. Or rather, he could believe it, but he really didn’t want to. He had turned away for a grand total of maybe three minutes to go back and grab a coat, and Steve was gone. He sighed, folding Steve’s coat over his arm, and climbed up onto a rail, trying to see Steve’s head from the depth of the crowd.

He couldn’t see his blonde friend, and he was about ready to start checking nearby allies, when he heard a commotion near the river. Craning his neck he could see almost forty people gathered around it, some of them yelling, some silend, and a few seemed to be trying to reach something inside. Shaking his head, he followed the crowd. If there was a protest Steve would be there.

“What’s going on?” He asked when he got close enough. The gentleman to his left, wearing what was clearly a repurposed flour sack, shook his head.

“Er, little boy,” The man said, shaking his head. “Very small. He jumped a moment ago. After a young child.” He had a heavy accent that Bucky couldn’t place. “Is sad, two will die this winter now.”

“The kid who jumped after him, what did he look like?” Bucky asked, standing on his toes to see if he saw Steve’s head anywhere.

“Eh, very small. Yes, maybe twelve, thirteen. He did not look healthy.” the man said. “Blond. Why, do you know him?”

“Thank you sir,” Bucky said, before slipping past him to walk up in front of the group of people. By the time he got there, a young girl, maybe five, was coughing up water on the side of the street while her parents hugged her. Steve bobbed in the water next to them.

“Steven,” He said. Steve jerked his head up at that, fixing him with his intense blue stair. He didn’t even have the manners to look sheepish.

“He-ey Buck.” Steve said. Bucky wrapped a hand around his skinny arm and yanked him out of the water, starting the trek back before Steve could protest. Steve’s frail body jerked up, and Bucky almost drew his hand away in surprise. There was zero warmth in his entire body. Bucky was pretty sure his dead father was warmer under the earth. “You found the jacket.”

O0o0o0o

As Bucky suspected, within four days, Steve was sick as a dog. Despite Bucky's best efforts to try and keep him warm, the punk just couldn’t retain body heat. He’d dragged the limp mattress just under the window, hoping the weak sunlight may help warm him up. Before he used to put the ‘bed’ by the stove, but after Steve had accidentally gotten second degree burns after rolling over in his sleep, he’d decided against doing so again.

Bucky only left this last night because he needed to make sure his own Ma was okay. He’d felt bad leaving her with his last sister, but she’d assured him that her and Barbra were fine, and to make sure Steve was alright. She’d known Steve about as long as Bucky had been alive, and she would rather make sure he was okay then let Bucky braid her daughters hair.

“Stevie?” He asked, swinging around the doorway. Steve didn’t move. He took his hat off the peg, tossing it at Steve’s sleeping figure. Steve still didn’t move, aside from shivering slightly. “Steve?”

Steve’s lack of movement was starting to scare him. Bucky walked across the small apartment in five efficient strides. He kneeled down beside his friend, pressing his hand on Steve’s bony shoulder. Steve shuttered, sleepily turning into his light grasp. Bucky cursed sourly enough to make his Ma cuff his ears.

Steve was burning up, his hair sticking up all over the place. Surprisingly, his skin was dry, probably a sign that his fever had yet to break. He pressed down, turning his friend to look at his face. “Stevie?”

Steve didn’t wake up, just shivering in response. Bucky was actually starting to get really worried at this point. He picked the little jerk up, about a foot, and slammed him back into the matrice, wincing when a cough wracked the thin body. Steve finally sat up, leaning far forward as he continued hacking. Bucky always hated waking him up that way, he’d had to do it many more times then he’d liked.

“You with me punk?” He asked. Steve nodded, his coughing not stopping. Bucky sat there, rubbing his back while he wheezed. Steve leaned into him, finally catching his breath enough to talk.

“Heb, Bubk… bhy are you… hebe?” Steve asked, sounding stuffed up.

“Come on asshole, let's get you upright,” Bucky said, grabbing onto his twig arms and pulling him upright. He kept a tight hold while Steve swayed, clearly light headed. Despite his grip, Steve pitched forward, resting his head on Steve’s chest.

“Thanks,” Steve said, already sounding less congested. Still, his breath rattled in his ribcage and Bucky was holding up almost all of his, rather unimpressive, 87 pounds. He coughed again, dry and weak, and Bucky felt his face contort.

“Stop trying to talk you minikin,” Bucky said, rubbing his hand up and down Steve’s back. Steve shivered again, and pressed closer, presumably for body heat. Yeah, that’s what that was for.

“‘M not a minikin,” Steve said. “Jerkface.”

“Punk,” He replied. He didn’t see, but rather felt Steve smile into his shirt.

“Sneaksby,” Steve muttered.

“Rascal,” Bucky contorted, hiking Steve up a little to take on more of his body weight.

“Shabberoon,” Steve said. Bucky faked a gasp.

“Why you take that back. I dress better than the both of us combined,” Bucky said. Steve laughed weakly, leading to more coughing.

“‘An I lie down ag’n?” Steve asked. He seemed pretty damn tired, almost falling over when Bucky loosened his grip.

“Tell ya what, why not we both sit down, alright?” Bucky asked. Steve nodded and Bucky slowly lowered the two of them onto the matrise. Steve snatched the thin blanket that had been thrown off him earlier and curled around it. Bucky kept his arm firmly around him still, trying to keep him as still as he could.

“Yah know,” Steve said, clearing his throat. “ ‘M glad ‘m sick.” He said, leaning closer to Bucky and shivering again. Bucky tightened his arm around him, wishing he had something more to help his friend, other than insults and hugs.

“Glad you’re- Steve, you barely made it out of the last cold you had! Why the fuck would you- what are you shaking your head for rascle?”

“ ‘cuz now I know the girls aight.” Steve said, wrapping himself around Bucky again. Bucky swore, before hugging him tighter.

“You know you’re gonna be the death of you, right nimrode?” Bucky asked.

“Wouldn’t ‘av it any oth’r way.”

0o0o0o0o

Steve did eventually doze off, only to wake up sicker and decidedly less coherent. “ ‘ucky” He muttered, tucking his head under Bucky's chin. He laughed a little in spite of himself, rubbing his friends back.

“Hey, you get some sleep?” He asked. Steve just groaned.

“ ‘ow long wazz I ou’?” He asked. Bucky could barely understand him.

“Maybe ‘n hour or so,” He said, petting Steve's head. “You still feel really hot Stevie.”

“Oh, yah ‘ink ‘m hot?” Steve asked, laughing at his own joke, which quickly turned into coughing. Bucky sat up, propping Steve so he was leaning on his chest.

“Come on scamp, breathe with me, you know the drill,” Bucky said, pressing Steve's bony hand to his chest. Steve tried to take a shuddering breath, and half succeeded, before doubling over himself. Bucky would never admit it to anyone, but seeing Steve cough like this scared him. Really really scared him. Part of him wished he could run away, not have to deal with any of it. But then he wouldn’t get to deal with any of it.

See his problem?

“That’s right, you got it,” Bucky said, rubbing Steves back. Steve still shook under his hands, and his breath was wheezy and halting, but he could breathe again. “Nice and steady.”

“I been… breathing sense I was… born Buck I think… I got it down…” Steve said, still out of breath.

“Well you prove that to me and maybe I’ll leave you alone, huh?” Bucky asked. Steve gave a half hearted chuckle, before turning to press his face into Bucky's shirt. He still sounded like he was fighting for every breath, but at least he could talk. “Would it be better to stand up?”

“No…” Steve wheezed. “To uh… to dizzy right now.”

“Alright,” Bucky said. Steve squirmed for a second, sitting so that he was fixing Bucky with his intense stare. It always made Bucky a little uncomfortable when Steve did that. It felt like he could see right through him.

“Can I ask… you a...question?” Steve asked, playing with Bucky's hand. Bucky raised an eyebrow.

“Sure, but if this is the thing about me killing you again then-”

“No! It’s… not that.” Steve said. He looked actually uncomfortable, something rare for someone as dense as Steve.

“Then fire away,” Bucky said.

“Okay… why do you… stay?” Steve rasped out. Bucky tilted his head, trying to figure out what he said.

“What do you mean?” He asked finally, sensing Steve wouldn’t be elaboration without any prompting.

“Here? Why do you stay… here? This can’t… be fun,” Steve said, shaking his head. Bucky bit his lip, looking at his best friend.

“Because you’re a hell of a good person. You help people, even if it means you’re gonna get screwed over, like yah did the other day, and you don’t ever let the fact that other’s got the upperhand stop yah. You get into stupid fights you can’t get out of and you don’t eva stop for some reason, and you’re my best friend!” Bucky said, finishing by wrapping an arm around Steve. “Now who made yah question it? Was it Robort Jordens again? I swear-”

“No no, don’t… worry about… it,” Steve said, leaning against him. “I’z nice to hear yah say that.”

“Well I’ma keep saying it. ‘Til the end of the line, remember punk?” Bucky asked. Steve grinned.

“ ‘Til the end of the line.”

[ivarsrideordie]

A Christmas Guest

I wrote this little story for @honestsycrets for Christmas.  I hope you enjoy this Sy.  :)  Moodboard was made by @dangerousvikings!  Thank you.  It is beautiful.

Must be 18+ to read. No if, ands or buts.

Pairing: Ragnar x Reader

Warnings: Light smut, lots of fluffy fluff, I think.

Title: A Christmas Guest

Words: 1,802

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“Darling, when you come home tomorrow, dress up will you?”  Your mother screeched through your phone.

“Why mom?  What have you done?”  You sighed.  She always did this.  She always made up some excuse for you to dress up during family functions so you didn’t look like a slob just getting out of bed.

“I want to have pictures take and I want you to look your nicest!”  She said with a disapproving tone.  “I also have a surprise for you!”

“Oh, mom!  Come on!”  You whined.  “What now?  You didn’t set me up on Christmas, did you?  Please tell me there isn’t going to be a guy waiting for me.  Please!”

“I will have none of that.  Just dress nice and I will see you tomorrow.”  She sang into the phone and hung up.

“UGH!”  You screamed, throwing the phone across the room with it landing safely on your bed.  

You had hoped for just one year of any holiday your mother didn’t invite some random guy she met at say, the grocery store, yoga class, walking the dog or where ever she met those men.  She always insisted on you dressing up as well.  It was always her go to telltale sign.

You decided to go to your closet and search for something somewhat decent to wear.  Your favorite things to wear where big baggy shirts and either sweatpants or pajama bottoms.  You thought about wearing your crappiest pair of pajama bottoms and a tore up men’s wife beater, maybe might still. Nothing looked appealing to wear.  Everything you had that was nice, was nothing but mismatched colors.  

‘Screw it.  I will wear my pajamas.’  You thought with a nod.

You went into the kitchen and made yourself a nice hot mug of hot cocoa with a lot of tiny marshmallows.  The fireplace was lit with the warmth calling your name.  You took up retreat on the end of your couch and flipped on the television.  You found a channel that was playing Christmas movies all night long and snuggled into the couch with your favorite blanket.

*Next Morning*

The sound of your alarm clock jarred you awake.  You groaned into your pillow, wishing you could sleep a few more hours.  Your mind raced as you tried to think of what your mother might have planned. You knew it was a man, it had to be.  The second alarm blared, waking you enough to roll over and stretch with a loud yawn.  You contemplated calling your mother to cancel, make up some excuse as to why you couldn’t make it.  But it was Christmas after all. Canceling would just be a crappy thing to do.  You threw your leg off of the side of the couch.  

‘I have got to stop falling asleep in the couch.’  You thought, your back popping in several places from the awkward position you had fallen asleep in.

Lackadaisically, you hopped into the shower and brushed your teeth. The closet called to you to pick out some sort of nice but casual outfit, but still, nothing screamed, “Wear me!”  Finally, you decided to just wear something comfortable so you threw on a pair of sweatpants and an over-sized shirt.  You threw your hair into a messy bun, strands of hair sticking up here and there.  

An hour later, you were parking in front of your parent’s small ranch style home just outside the city.  You found it odd that there was a Cadillac Escalade sitting in the driveway next door.  Usually, your mother told you what was going on in the neighborhood, who moved in, moved out, mowed the grass and what kind of fight Mrs. Cavanaugh had with her live-in mother-in-law.  

You unpacked all of the gifts and dishes your parents requested you bring and was greeted with several hugs and kisses from your aunts, uncles, cousins, and parents.  Your grandfather was sitting in the recliner in front of the television watching Macy’s day parade or was trying.

“Hi, Grandpa!”  You sweetly sang.

He snorted, “Huh?  Oh, I was just resting my eyes.”  He said with a smirk.  “Come give me a hug, Y/N!”

Your grandfather was your favorite family member.  He was always so loving and never scolded or judged you even when your parents were furious at you.  You sat and talked with him for the longest time, catching up on the goings-on in his life.  

The conversation was interrupted by the doorbell.

“Y/N!  Can you get that please?”  Your mother called to you.

“Ugh.”  You huffed, getting up to get the door.

You had no idea who would be at the door since everyone was already there.  The doorbell rang once more.

“Hold onto your tits!  Jesus!”  You shouted as you opened the front door.

A blonde gentleman with piercing blue eyes smirked at your utter and complete embarrassment.

“Oh, God!  I am so sorry!”  You shrieked as heat radiated off your cheeks.

“I’d hold onto my tits if I had perfect ones like you, love.” He purred with a thick Australian accent.

Your blushed, not just your face, but your whole body grew hot.  

You cleared your throat and whispered.  “Would you like to come in?”  

“Yes, I would, love.”  His voice like satin in your ear.  “My name is Ragnar.  I am your neighbor. I just moved in last week.”

‘No wonder she didn’t tell me.’  You thought with a sigh.

“It’s nice to meet-”  You started but were interrupted by your mother’s shrill voice.

“RAGNAR!  I’m so glad you could make it!  Come, we are about to sit down for dinner.”  She said cheerfully, taking him by the arm and guiding him to the dining room.  

“Now you will sit here and Y/N will sit here.”  She instructed, pointing to two seats next to each other.

“MOM!”  You choked out.

Ragnar looked to you, grinned with a wink and took his seat.  You suddenly realized you were dressed like a slob, your face burning with embarrassment.  

‘Why didn’t I listen to her?’  You scolded yourself.

“Come on, Y/N!  It’s time for dinner.”  Your grandfather called from his chair.  

You tried to smooth out the wrinkles in your shirt as you went to sit next to Ragnar.  

As you drew closer, an intoxicating scent invaded your nose.  No, it wasn’t all of the delicious smelling food, no.  This was something more, something musky, something manly.  You inhaled deeply, shuddering as you exhaled.

Ragnar stood up to pull the seat out for you.

“Love.”  He lowly growled and helped you get settled.

“Thank you, Ragnar.”  You croaked.

“You are very welcome, sweetheart.”  He said, his eyes never lost contact with yours.

You felt sick.  You couldn’t believe this was happening.  Here was this gorgeous man staring at you as you dipped out mashed potatoes.  

Everyone around the table was engaged in conversation with their neighbor or yelling across the table while Ragnar, stared.  

“Aren’t you going to eat, love?”  He asked as he shoveled in a fork full of stuffing.

“I-I.  Yes, I am.  I’m just taking in the atmosphere.”  You smiled.

“As am I, love.  As am I.”  He winked.  “Would you like to come to my place after dinner?”

You choked on a mouth full of turkey, quickly taking a drink of your water.  

“I apologize if I was too forward.  You are just the most beautiful woman I have seen since I came to this country.”  He confessed.

“I would love to, Ragnar.”  You blushed.  This was something you would never normally do, but he had this magnetic draw attracting you in like a moth to a flame.  

All throughout dinner, Ragnar kept bumping your knee with his or brushing your outer thigh with his fingertips.  Your mother kept looking at you and smiling when she saw Ragnar paying attention to you.  

After dinner, everyone either settled in the living room to watch Christmas movies or sit around the dining room table with a cup of coffee for casual conversations.  Ragnar sat next to you on the couch closest to the door.  Not only did you find it very easy to talk to him, but you had so many things in common with him.  

“How about coming back to my place now, love?”  Ragnar coaxed with a seductive purr.

Your heart melted.    “Yes.  Let’s sneak out of here.”  You smiled.

“Are we sneaking away like teenagers?”  Ragnar smiled one of the most handsome smiles you had ever seen.

“For fun, yes.  Let’s go!”  You whispered, grabbed Ragnar’s hand, and went to the door.

As you walked to his house, Ragnar took your hand in his, pulling you close.  He wrapped his arms around you as he walked behind you.  Your ears grew hot at the touch of his cock poked your ass.  

“Do you like how that feels?”  He whispered then very lightly kissed just below your ear.  You let out a soft moan, his hands roamed to cup your breasts.

“Oh, Ragnar.”  You sighed.

Ragnar dug into his pocket to get the house keys.  Once the door was unlocked, he flung it open, banging it against the wall inside.

You turned to him and said, “This is beautiful.  I love how you have it decorated.”  

His lips crashed into yours.  All of your sense were lost in that one single kiss.  He picked you up, hooking his arms around your thighs, to carry you to the living room.  A fire roared in the fireplace. Ragnar softly laid you down on pillows covered with a faux fur blanket.  

“Would you like some wine, Y/N?”  He asked.

“Yes please.”  You answered as you tried to catch your breath.

“Good.  Wait for me here, love.  We have a long night ahead of us and it’s just getting started.”  Ragnar said, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

Ragnar flipped on the radio and went to get the wine.  You nestled yourself back into the furs to quietly watch the fire.  You smiled to yourself as Ragnar rummaged around in his kitchen drawers, lightly whistling.  Ragnar came back to the living room.

“Are you ready?”  He said, looking down to you with a devilish smile.  

“Get over here and kiss me.”  You boldly said.

Ragnar handed you a glass as he sat next to you.  

His rough hands cupped your face, his thumb caressed your cheek.  The way he looked at you made you feel like the only woman in this world.

“Merry Christmas, Ragnar.  Did you get what you wanted?”  You asked.

“Yes, love.  I have gotten all that I wanted and more.”  He answered with a smile.

You cuddled into him, his arm wrapped around your waist, sensual kisses caressing your lips, the scent of him invading your soul.

‘A girl could get used to this.’  You thought.  

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Silenced- 2

Paring: OT7 x reader

Summary: Y/n was an average girl, passing the police academy with a passing score and no overly special talents, she was matched with a sarcastic, moody, cigarette-smoking detective as a partner. Not only was he already a handful, but the forensic scientist that was assigned to Team 4--as they called themselves--had made it clear that he was interested in Y/n. With those two constantly bickering and the tragic event of a new unsolved case thrown in their laps, how will they feel when their worlds are turned upside down with the entry of a new officer and a case that was way over their heads?

Warnings: Blood, Gore, smoking, cursing, cliche?

Looking at my partner in disbelief I quickly grasped the interior handle as Tae had flipped the switch for the cars siren to go off. The loud blaring sound echoed through the early morning streets, he quickly yanked the steering wheel at the intersection--or as he would call it 'flipping a bitch'--and slammed his foot onto the gas pedal, speeding off in the opposite direction of HQ.

"What are you doing? We have to go back and give the report to the director?!" I snapped at him, shooting a dirty look just as quickly. He knows damn well that we'll get our asses chewed if we're not back in time. And by we, I mean me, because he always manages to disappear when the hammer comes down.

But I know that it's useless because if there's one thing that I've learned about Taehyung, its that once he has his mind set on something, there's no stopping him.

I let out a loud and over animated sigh to show him my displeasure which is only returned with a small chuckle of his own.

"Could you atleast turn the lights off? And maybe drive like a normal person for once?!" I said while reaching out, trying to flip the switch that would kill the obnoxious sirens. But just as my hand barely ghosted over the switch Tae had shot his large hand out, caging my fingers in his palm, giving him an advantage over any struggling I would try..

He looks me dead in the eye, a hard, cold look settled over his face as any glimpse of warmth in his brown eyes was gone, leaving them dull and angry. He opened his mouth, a tight frown pulling his lips down before saying

"Only the captain can operate the ship"

Furrowing my brows I stared at him in disbelief.

How could a man like this be so childish?

Yanking my hand out of his I turned my focus back towards the slightly fogged up window. Letting my eyes rest upon the landscape as rain poured down, lashing at the windshield as we drove. Large buildings stood on either side of us, towering into the sky acting as glass giants whilst looking down onto the ground where all daily life was lived. It took me a couple of seconds to realize that the rain had slowly let up, replaced by a light shower that you could barely tell was there. The dark thunderous clouds above had lost their density, turning into a hazy fog that blanketed the sky.

We sat in silence for a while, sounds of the car heater and a drastically turned down journey whispered through the car. Closing my eyes for a brief moment I took in the serenity of the situation, Tae had learned to not talk too much during the car rides as the final destination never seemed to be pleasant, thus leaving the ride there as a wind down time. The sirens seemed to be distant now, my focus wavering on reality as sleep was slowly taking over.

The slight jostling of my shoulder caused me to snap my eyes open and meet soft russet brown ones.

"We're here" His tone was soft, mostly for feeling bad at the possibility of waking me up again, but nonetheless we both shifted ourselves out of the police car and onto the sidewalk. Before us stood a tiny yellow building, flourishing plants lined the window both inside and out. Colorful flowers lined the stone path that lead to the large and heavy oak door, colors weaved off and on giving it the look as if it was freshly cut from a tree and placed on this little shops front.

Upon the door lied a light wooden plaque 'Welcome to Aroma Mocha Cafe' written in rich black calligraphy. Passing my stilled body, Taehyung had taken the lead and pushed the large door open, which resulted in a small golden bell chiming above our heads along with the warm greeting of the barista inside. The lush smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked bread filled our senses, I inhaled deeply taking in the scents and sounds before looking back over to Tae.

He had quickly gestured for me to find a place for the two of us while he would go get our drinks. Nodding my head in approval I turned around and made my way through the mazes of tables before reaching the large stone fireplace. A small wooden table was placed in front, two plush chairs lined the ends as they both were able to soak in the heat from the ongoing fire.

I quickly plopped down into the chair on the right, the fire instantly warming my body and lulling my brain into a fine relaxation. I couldn't help but take in the surrounding environment, the walls were made of what looked like rustic bricks while picture frames lined the walls, filled with articles and newspapers of any major event that had taken place since the shop had opened. Turning my head I took in the dark oak wood that made up the floor, it was very well taken care of considering how many people walked on it daily. But much like the floor the counters of the bar had the same dark wood wrapped around them, twisting with different colors letting you know it was specially picked.

The lights that hung from the ceiling were dim, illuminating the room enough to see but not to the point it was headache-worthy. On the other side, the windows that lined the from of the shop were covered with thick curtains, letting in just enough of the cloud filtered light to illuminate the room more, but still giving the effect of it being later than it actually was.

It was a comfortable cafe, enough that one could forget their problems as they walked in, letting them truly rest in the peacefulness and nurse their coffee until they absolutely had to leave. I leaned my head onto my hand, tilting it to the side as I stared at the customers of the day.

A few groggy college kids sat at the surrounding tables, earbuds snug in their ears as they tipped away on their laptops. A pair of early rising elderly ladies who shared photos of how big their grandchildren were getting. An occasional business man would walk in and check his watch every now and then, but immediately after he would sip his coffee and close his eyes, enjoying the peace.

But what always catches my attention is the the wooden steinway piano that is placed to my right. It's grand body was molded to the the corner, as it had never been moved since the first time Tae and I had come here. The polished wood shone dully in the minimal light, it's image brightened by the row of ivory keys shimmering underneath the lone light placed above them.

The shop occasionally hires people to play it from time to time but there's a small piece of paper that rests on the music stand the lets people know that if they get an urge to play a melody or two that they are more than welcome. Occupying the stool at the moment is a middle aged man with graying hair. His hands slide effortlessly across the ivory keys, indicating that he has been playing for quite some time. Several songs later, his tone changes and he starts playing what I would assume to be his own rendition of my funny valentine. The melody goes perfectly with the atmosphere of the coffee shop only adding more warmth to the small establishment.

My mind starts drifting into the lull of the sweet song and before I know it, my eyes have closed and I'm on the brink of drifting to sleep. The scraping of the wooden legs of the chair and the oak floor meeting brings me back to my surroundings. He slides the warm mug across the table and I lace my fingers around its body to collect the warmth that is escaping its exterior. Tae and I have been coming here since we became partners in the police academy.

" That took you a lot longer than I expected it to take. You didn't get lost on the way to the counter did you? I figured it was a pretty straight shot so there probably wasn't a lot of room to mess up." I say teasingly.

"Yeah well I got a little held up" he added while tilting back the lip of the cup to his mouth.

Turning around I could see a barista running the cash register, I was too far away to make out her features but I would guess that she was pretty since she had long brown hair and most of the guys who walked away from the counter all had stupid grins on their faces. Seeing that she has taken an interest in my partner, I decided to go in for the kill.

"Ohhhhhhhhh so it was the barista who was getting all of your attention. You sly dog." I poke trying to get a reaction.

"I'm really not sure at what your trying to get at" he responds.

"Come on Taehyung. I've known you for almost two years and for all that time you haven't had one girlfriend. Actually you haven't even looked in a girls direction. This morning that jogger was practically on top of you ready to call you daddy and you shook her hand. You. Shook. Her. Hand! Is there something you're hiding from me? Taehyung, are you gay?." prodding a little harder I can tell that he's getting frustrated and starting to take my bait.

"I just don't time for girls okay!? Geez get off my back!" with that he abruptly slides his chair back with an obvious amount of attitude.

"Hey where are you going?"

"Bathroom."

Stomping off towards the empty hallway, he left me sitting there. A look of shock painting my face at his sudden reaction. He didn't have to get upset about it, it was just a joke and if he really was gay then he shouldn't feel like he needs to hide it from me.

A couple of minutes pass by before Tae come strolling out of the bathroom door.

"Okay let's go." Tae says sternly making it clear that he wouldn't be adding anything else to the conversation.

There was a long silence in the car as we drove back to HQ. I can honestly count on one hand how many times that Tae has actually been mad enough at me to not be talking to me. I go to turn the radio on to break the silence but he immediately squashes my efforts by turning it off just to make sure that he's getting his point across. A couple more minutes of silence pass before I finally cave in to mend the situation.

"I'm sorry" I mumble.

"Hmmmmmm did I hear something? No it was probably just a bug."

"Taehyung! Don't call me a bug!!"

I was answered with silence.

"Tae seriously I'm sorry. If I had known that it was going to upset you so much then I wouldn't have said anything. I just figured that since you're such a nice guy that maybe it would be good for you to date. It would take your mind out of the shit that we have to deal with on a daily basis. And to add on top of it you're nice even when you're angry. Like no other guy I know would hold open the door for someone their angry at..." I continue babbling without any hint of stopping.

"Its fine. There really isn't any need to worry about it. I'm just not a relationship kind of guy that's all." He reached over and turned on the radio until it was a slight hum all the while never once looking over at me. Leaving the conversation at that he quickly made it clear that I was slightly forgiven, but with the low volume of the radio he wasn't interested in talking anymore.  

Letting out a playful huff of air I crossed my arms and slouched in the passenger seat. My eyes met Taehyung's playful ones for but a second, but that was all I needed for me to know he was back to his grumpy yet happy self.

"Let's get back to HQ"

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The slight screeching of the tires could be heard as we came to a full stop, Tae luckily didn't pull another stunt and use the sirens illegally again. He quickly placed the car in park, unclipping his seat belt quickly after, then hopped out with an instant response of throwing his arms up in the air to stretch out his back as if we were sitting forever.

"You act so much like an old man, should I start looking for retirement plans for you?" I snickered while getting out of the car. He quickly shot back a glare and pressed the lock button on his keys twice until the car beeped in response.

"Did you grab the evidence?"

He looked over and quickly nodded in a quick effort of praise as we walked into the large building. Automatic glass doors slid open as we approached them, the brown paper bag felt heavy in my hand as the slight knowledge of a dead girls blood, hair, skin cells, everything, was wrapped perfectly in cold plastic containers.

"If we're lucky Team 2 will let us test the evidence in their lab again."

"What? Why don't we just call-"

"No. I don't wanna call that nutcase back, he's perfectly fine on vacation."

I furrowed my eyebrows at his cold response, an obvious look of annoyance crossed his face as I brought up our other partner. When we graduated the academy and applied here together as partners we were placed in Team 4, a rookie team at the time that only had 1 person. So we became a full team with the help of our trusty forensic scientist, aka the bane of Taehyung's existence for some odd reason.

As we exited the elevator, we quickly took a sharp left and waltzed our way towards the large grey door that held a black '4' on it. As well as small stickers of flowers, cats, and dogs that surrounded the bleak number. Throwing the door open Taehyung quickly made his way inside, heading straight for our coffee table.

The room was rectangular, but the medium sized lab took up most of the right side of the room, leaving the space outside in an 'L' shape. Tae and my desks were placed in the middle of the room, my back facing the glass windows of the lab while Tae looked directly into it--as his desk was placed in front of mine.

Sliding the brown bag onto my desk, papers shuffling about and nearly falling off my desk, I heaved my body into my rolly chair. Giving it a good spin before coming to a halt to stare at my partner.

"When should we go to the boss?" I twirled the chair once again, Tae following my actions but in his own chair hidden from my view.

"'I'm not sure, if anything he'll call us up there when it's time."

Stopping my chair once again I leaned over my desk and peered into his space, very few personal decorations filled his desk. A photo of his parents and him tacked onto his cork board, the small cactus I gave him for our 2 year anniversary--as he refused to go out to go out to dinner if it was the 3 of us.

"I'm not gonna wait until he gets pissed enough and come running down the hall to kick my ass." I glared at the brown haired male.

"It wouldn't just be you."

"Bullshit, You manage to get out every time he starts to go off."

"That's not true."

"Name one time you stayed through the whole thing." I raised my eyebrow studying each of his quirks go off as he furrowed his brow and began to chew on his lip--his bad habit to do while he's thinking. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish as each time flew past his memory, all proving me right.

"Fine, you win, but we're still going to ask Team 2."

Grinning in satisfaction I quickly nodded an empty confirmation to his request and picked up the phone. Dialling Team 2's leader I slowly looked at each of my nails, inspecting them for any dirt that may have burrowed their way under my nails.

"Team 2 speaking-"

A sharp knock sounded at the door gaining both of our attention, flinging the phone into Tae's large hands we both made a silent pray between the two of us. Praying it wasn't our boss.

I slowly walked forward, my boots pushing heavily into the carpeted ground. My heart rose to my throat, the room was silent except for the knocking that sounded again and Taehyung's pleading for Team 2's help. Slight grumbling could be heard on the other side of the door, and just as my hand reached the cold metal knob--the warmth already escaping my hand in seconds. The door was flung open, a blonde haired male stood on the other side. A wide grin etched into his face as our eyes met.

"I heard you guys needed your Forensic Scientist back!"

He quickly ran past the open door and wriggled himself into my unsuspecting arms, a laugh bubbled from my stomach as I greeted him.

"No fucking way." Tae growled, dropping the phone back onto the receiver--hanging up on Team 2 all together.

"I missed you sweetheart." He laced his hand into my hair and ruffled it, a large grin placed on both of our faces.

"I missed you to, Jimin."

[vamprnce]

Mercy

In which the Boss gets sick and his hotheaded boyfriend has to play nurse

I’ve been extra rusty with writing but this fic idea has been in my head for awhile now haha also this is post game (some time after 4 or something)

ao3

It's a chilly day after a rainy night in Steelport. The penthouse apartment is mostly silent, only taps of paws and barks of dogs in the other room and the television playing in the background. Sitting in the kitchen, Chris is at the table, unfocused eyes staring down into the coffee cup. He doesn't really remember how long he's been sitting there, he's mostly half asleep at the table. The whole morning was already going south, waking up with a massive headache, fatigued and sluggish plus a really bad cough.

Cough syrup really hasn't help much -- neither has the coffee -- it's just making him more drowsy than before. Putting his head down on the table his body decided to shut off right there. He was a few minutes asleep until he felt wet licking on his leg. Opening one of his eyes to this sudden feeling he then heard a sharp bark from below. Sitting back up he saw the small bull terrier sitting obediently wagging her tail up at him.

Smiling he leant down picking up the dog and held her close in his arms. "Whatchu want, cutie?" he says in a raspy voice. The dog Queenie just barked and wagged her tail more in his arms as he cuddled her and kissed her snout. Petting her head a coughing fit came on, making the dog perk up in surprise. Chris coughed into his sleeve of his zip-up hoodie away from the dog.

Coughing settled down, he felt really exhausted and was about to crash any minute. Standing up out of the chair he held Queenie in one arm and grabbed the unattended coffee from before in his other hand. Walking into the living room towards the couches he set the dog down on the couch with the rest of the dogs. Petting her head again he finished the rest of the coffee and set the cup down on the table. "You guys be good okay? Don't make a mess because I ain't in the mood." Chris says to the dogs in the room.

Ready to go back to sleep he walked upstairs to his and now Johnny's room and collapsed on the bed. Johnny wasn't around and he kinda forgot what he said he was doing, his foggy mind couldn't remember anything. He would call him but that's too much effort on his part. He eventually drifted off the sleep curled up in all the blankets, he'll call Johnny when he wakes up.

~~~

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, looking around at the apartment he didn't see anyone. It was virtually silent. Raising one eyebrow in confusion Johnny walked in the place looking around for Chris as he usually is up at this time. Walking towards the couches he see's most of the dogs running around playing or napping. Johnny's familiar with Chris' habits and about this time he'll be on the couch watching TV for awhile. The only thing that's on the couch is a small white and black dog sound asleep. He smiled looking at her until the coffee cup caught his eye. Looking at it he notices it's Chris' right away, it was empty but he still didn't see him around anywhere.

"Yo, Chris?" Johnny called out loudly to get his response from wherever he may be. Not getting one back he frowned. He decided to check upstairs next. Walking up the stairs to their bedroom he got to the room saw a purple lump in the bed. "Chris?" Johnny calls again but not as loud as before. He walks to the bed and sits next to the sleeping body under the covers. Looking at him right away he could tell he didn't look good, hair a mess, eyes looked tired and slicked with sweat.

"Hey Chris, you dead? You didn't answer when I called you earlier." Johnny says, patting his face lightly to wake him up. Chris groaned with the sudden touch, he didn't answer him right away other than a cough. All he wanted was to sleep. Johnny smirked looking down at him. "Yo, you sick or somethin'?" He said in an amused tone, he never seen the Boss sick before, it was a rare sight to see. "I'm just tired, leave me alone." Chris mumbled, his voice sounded more strained and hoarse trying to talk.

Johnny laid down next to him propping his head up. "You look pretty sick to me, you're coughing and sweating all over." Johnny says touching Chris' cheek which was flushed and hot. Annoyed being woken up he slowly sat up. "Look I'm not sick, I'm perfectly fine." Chris smiled weakly at Johnny trying to fake it until he started to have a coughing fit again.

Slouched over he coughed into his blanket he's wrapped into. Caught by surprise Johnny sat back up too next to him, rubbing his back trying to soothe him. "Chris you're sick, okay? Stop tryin' to fake it." Johnny says.

Chris leaned his body into his chest feeling very tired again. He laid his head on his shoulder as Johnny held him in his arms. "Mm, I don't feel good." Chris mumbled again, finally admitting it. "Yeah I know." Johnny said quietly. He rubbed his arm still holding him, Chris was more sitting in his lap now still leaning on him. "Can you take care of me, babe? You can be my nurse if you want." Chris smiled a little and laughed, it sounded a bit harsh with a sore throat.

Johnny clicked his tongue. "Shut up." He says playfully and laughs. It seems even being badly sick doesn't kill his humor. "How'd you even get sick anyways?" Johnny asks as he slowly laid both of them back down on the bed. "Here lay down." he whispers. Chris snuggled against him feeling cold and tried to capture his body heat. Laying his head on his chest he coughed softly. "I was out on one of the roof tops and I got caught in the rain last night. I guess I stayed out too long, I didn't feel shitty until I woke up this morning though." Chris groaned.

"You really got sick because of the rain? Damn, I didn't think the Boss of the Saints would get taken down by some water." Johnny joked and chuckled. "You're a damn asshole, y'know that?" Chris smirked a little and hit his chest weakly. "I don't think I ever seen you get sick before. Unless you're immune with your badassness, huh?" He looked up at Johnny still smiling. "Yes, actually, that is the case." Johnny smugly said. "Oh, ain't we lucky." Chris replied sarcastically.

Laying his head down back and wrapping his arm around his chest, Chris started to fall back asleep. He was still shaking and sweating, Johnny noticed this and rubbed his arm that laid on his chest. "You cold? Because you're sweating a lot." Johnny asked while feeling his forehead. "Christ you're burning, you probably got a fever." Johnny careful lifted him off himself and got up off the bed to go grab something. Startled from the movement, he woke up again. "Babe, where are you going?" Chris whined, not wanting him to leave just yet. "Just stay there I'll be right back." With that Johnny left the bedroom to the bathroom.

Chris wrapped himself more in his blanket to regain the warmth Johnny previously provided and laid there waiting for him come back. Johnny walked back in the room with items in hand. He walked up to the bedside Chris was laying on and tossed a cold wet cloth on his face. Flinching in surprise he fixed and rested it on his forehead, Johnny chuckled. "Thanks, babe." Chris smiles brightly up at him. Johnny sat back down beside him. "No problem, here take this." Johnny says handing him a small plastic thermometer. "I don't need your ass getting badly ill on me."

Chris laughs, he always found it sweet when he worried about him. It made his heart swell. "Okay, but come lay with me again. You're my human body pillow and I need you." Chris says before putting the thermometer in his mouth. Johnny laid down putting his arm around him as Chris lays his head on his chest again. "Wanna watch a movie or something?" Johnny asks. Before he can answer the thermometer beeped. Taking it out he looked at the tiny screen. "103.5°F, ah of course. Not a surprise I have a fever, fucking rain." Chris said annoyed, handing the thermometer back to Johnny as he places it down on the end table. "And yeah let's watch movie, I think there's some action one's on if you don't mind."

"Yeah that's cool. I'll order some food too, you hungry?" Johnny asks. "Fuck yes, I'm starving. Can you order pizza and wings?" Chris asks grabbing the remote and flipped through channels to find a good movie playing. "I'm on it." Is all Johnny says before calling up a local pizza place. Finally finding an interesting enough movie Chris sits up to take off his hoodie after starting to feel overheated with it on. "It's so fucking hot in here." Chris complains. Even wearing a tank top and shorts he was still dripping with sweat.

Ending the call he look back over at Chris who was slouching again. "You feeling alright?" Johnny asks while put his arm around his waist. "It's just really hot, I can't stand it." Chris said annoyed and frowned rubbing his hands on his face. Johnny kissed his forehead and felt it was still burning. He genuinely felt bad seeing him ill like this. He rubbed his back as he gave him a hug. Chris pulled back and his face was still very flushed and sweaty. Johnny smiled at him and wiped his face with the previous wet cloth. "I know the food is still coming but you really should get some rest, don't want you pushing yourself to hard and collasp."

"Yeah, I know, I'll get some sleep in a bit. Thanks for taking care of me today." Chris kissed him on the lips softly and smiled. Johnny kissed him back and held him close. He felt the other man giggle during the kiss and felt confused. "What?" Johnny asked pulling back. "If I keep kissing you like this I bet I'm gonna get you sick." Chris replied with a laugh. "I'm not worried." Johnny said kissing him again. "Hm, maybe you can get sick and we can just suffer together." Chris laughed again with a grin. "Lemme get you sick Johnny, it's only fair!"

Johnny held on his waist tightly and pulled him down with him on the bed. "Your ass needs to go the fuck to sleep." Johnny laughed holding him. Chris was laughing so hard he started coughing again. "God, your trying to fuckin' kill me babe." He chokes out. Johnny kissed him as he pushed himself up. "I'm going to go grab the pizza, I'll be right back." Johnny said as he left him again and walked out the room. Settling himself and getting comfortable in bed he waited for Johnny to come back. It only took a few minutes but he already felt himself drifting off to sleep.

Coming back in the room hands full of boxes of food he saw the man already sleeping. Gently putting down the food on the bed and smiled at him. Before climbing back in bed he decided to grab some water and medicine for him to take. Going into the bathroom again he grabbed what he needed and jumped back in bed. "Yo, take these." Johnny whispered as he was still resting and handed him the water and medicine. Shifting a bit he opened his heavy eyelids and slowly took the items from him.

He washed down the meds with water and it felt like he was roasting under the desert sun he was so thirsty. He didn't really realised how dehydrated he felt, he basically chugged the whole thing in a minute. "You still hungry I got the pizza. If not I'll save you a piece for later." Johnny said. Chris smiled, it felt so good how much he was by his side and taking care of his pathetic sick ass.

"Thanks, but I'm not that hungry right now. I'm just really exhausted." Chris sighed as he rest his head on his shoulder. Johnny smirked and put his arm around him and held him close. He dragged the pizza box over to his side and started eating a piece. In seconds he watched the other man finally pass out on him and snored peacefully.

He subconsciously rubbed his arm as he slept and rested his head on his while he ate and watched whatever the movie he decided earlier. They laid together like that the rest of the day, content, peaceful and warm in each other's arms.

[sachertortes]

“we’ve been engaged to be married since we were three but this is the first time we’ve met and your portraits really don’t do you justice” wintershock please!

of course, anon!! here you go, i hope you like it

Prompt: Nobility themed, #2,  “we’ve been engaged to be married since we were three but this is the first time we’ve met and your portraits really don’t do you justice”

Pairing: Bucky x Darcy

Rating: T

Notes: Modern Royalty AU

She blamed the Duke.

Specifically, Duke James Buchanan Barnes.

Darcy pulled her scarf tighter around her face and neck, and tried to keep her head down against the swirling wind and snow. She told herself that she would be fine.

Which would be much easier to believe if she hadn’t just recently spun out her car and was now walking alongside the road in a snow storm hoping to find shelter.

If she hadn’t been engaged to some stranger (Barnes), she wouldn’t have felt the need to “accidentally” miss the meeting to cement the engagement.

The meeting was to take place the next day. The official engagement. Darcy, happily reassuring her parents that she would be there, took the next flight out to Switzerland and spent the long weekend skiing and taking advantage of spa treatments and delicious fondue.

Then, of course, after a day on the slopes she’d been driving back when it started to snow.

Again. None of this would have happened were it not for James Barnes and his “decorated military service” and her “duty to two great families.”

She was cursing her luck and quite frankly, freezing her ass off, when a car pulled up beside her. She stiffened, not sure whether to keep walking because serial killers are a thing or to stop in case there was nice Swiss family inside willing to drop her off at the hotel.

“Hey, do you need a ride?” The man in the car was leaning over to call out to her. From the lowered side window Darcy could only see his eyes. He wore a black thick knitted scarf what was pulled up around the lower half of his face as hers was.

On the one hand, he looked like a Forensic Files episode waiting to happen. On the other hand, she could no longer feel her toes nor see more than five feet in front of her due to the howling winds and snow.

She pulled on the door handle and got in.

“If you’re gonna murder me in this car,” Darcy said, warming her mittened hands in front of the heater. “Can you please turn the heat up first?”

“I can’t murder ya in this car,” the guy beside her answered, voice deep and smooth, and even through his scarf there was humor laced through his comment. “It’s a rental.”

Darcy glared at him. Judging by the crinkles at the corners of his eyes, he was smiling at her.

“Drop me off at the Imperial, please?” she asked after they’d been driving at a snail’s pace for a while.

“Uh…I don’t think we’re gonna make it that far in this snow. I think it’s upgraded to a blizzard, now.”

Darcy groaned.

“But my friend has a cabin near here. We can wait it out there.” He turned to her. “Is that okay?”

Darcy looked out the window, where the guy’s wipers were putting up a valiant attempt against the swirling snow. Though their headlights were on, visibility was low, and she couldn’t imagine driving any further in the storm.

“Alright,” she said to him. “But don’t even think of getting fresh!”

He chuckled, a warm rumbling sound. “Wouldn’t even dream of tryin’, ma’am.”

Eventually, they slowly turned onto a small dirt road that carved its way into the pine forest.

They pulled up to a small one-story log cabin, and Darcy smirked at the raggedy welcome mat that had “GO AWAY” printed on it.

After entering in the keycode, the man pushed open the front door and invited her in.

“Umm.” Darcy was again aware that she was in a cabin with some dude who picked her up from the side of the road. “I’m gonna call my friend and tell her where I am.”

He nodded, and pulled out his own cell phone.

Jane picked up after the first ring.

“Darcy?” Jane said, and Darcy cringed at the panic in her friend’s voice.

“Negative,” Darcy answered, shivering. “I am a meat popsicle.”

“Where the hell are you?”

“Uhhh. A cabin in the woods?”

“What – “

“With some guy?” she finished weakly, fiddling with the zipper to her coat.

“The name’s Bucky!” said the man, stomping out the snow and ice from his boots on the doormat.

“Jane, please, I’m fine. Actually, he sort of rescued from a cold, icy death in a ditch so…”

“I repeat, where are you and what are you doing there and why are you not here. Your mom’s been worried sick!”

“I’m in Switzerland,” Darcy said quickly. “Okayyy, bye!” she added, then over the sounds of Jane’s indignant squawk, she turned off her phone and shoved it back in her pocket.

The guy had taken off his knit cap, and was running his hand through thick, dark hair.

“I just called Clint – this is his cabin. He said the heater’s old so it’ll take a while for the place to heat up,” he said apologetically.

Darcy nodded, rubbed her mittened hands together and looked around the place.

It was simple set up, a living room (with a fireplace, she noted with joyous relief), a small open kitchen and a hallway that led to what was presumably a bedroom.

Despite the tightly wound scarf around her face, she could see her own plumes of breath in front of her. She comforted herself with the thought that at least they were indoors. She hugged her arms around herself.

“Jesus, you’re freezing,” Bucky said. “I’ll get the fire going, okay?”

“Yeah, thank you,” she managed, and followed him over to the large stone fireplace. There were only a few sad-looking logs in the firewood rack.

“I guess I’m on wood chopping duty,” Bucky sighed, and pulled his cap back on. “Make yourself at home. Clint says there’s extra blankets and stuff in the hallway closet.” He turned to look at her, two piercing blue eyes over the black of his scarf wound around his face. “If I’m not back in fifteen, come chisel me out of the ice, okay?”

Darcy huffed out a laugh. “Promise,” she answered, holding two fingers up in a Scout’s Honor.

The crinkles at his eyes made another appearance.

He left in a gust of icy wind through the door.

Through the window, she could make out his bulky dark figure against the white of the snow on the ground and trees. He was swinging an ax, an actual ax, quickly and efficiently splitting the logs.

Then, realizing that she was ogling a tiny bit, Darcy shook herself out of it and began looking through the house. From the hallway closet she pulled out some pillows and two thick blankets and placed them all on the couch.

In the kitchen, as expected, there was nothing but bottled water and some random condiments in the fridge. It didn’t look like the place was occupied recently, so no surprises there.

One of the cupboards, did hold a box of Hershey’s hot cocoa packets. There was no milk, so she put a kettle of water on the stove and got out two mugs.

By the time she was done, Bucky had returned with a huge pile of logs in his arms. Fat fluffs of snow were sticking to his cap and scarf and eyelashes.

She gestured to their drinks. “There’s hot chocolate!” she told him, as he sat down in front of the fireplace and began setting up their fire.

“Aw, hell yeah,” he declared. “Thanks.”

When the fire got going, crackling softly and filling the room with comforting scent of burning wood and a much welcomed heat, they sat in front of it, each under their own blanket.

Bucky reached for his mug, then with his other hand unwound his scarf. Revealing the lower half of his face.

And Darcy realized that Bucky was familiar.

Very familiar.

In fact, his face was the one that stared out at her from the portrait in her bedroom.

“Oh my god,” she yelped. “You’re – “

say something clever, say something clever

“…husband!”

Fuck.

It had been several years since the portrait was given to her, and even back then she had to admit he was handsome in his military uniform, medals adorning his broad chest, standing tall and gallant.

But time had only served to make him more attractive. He’d lost some of the baby fat at his cheeks, his eyes were a bit more melancholy, more intense. He’d let his hair grow out, no longer under the commands of his military regs.

In short, he was hot.

The bastard.

“Sorry, what?” His brows knitted in confusion.

She shoved her own scarf down from her face, taking off her fleece hat and shaking out her hair for good measure.

“Lady Darcy?! Darcy Lewis?”

She gave him a small, jerky wave. “Hi.”

“Holy shit. What – how…what –  ”

“Yeah, me too, dude.” Darcy narrowed her eyes at him. “Why’d you lie about your name, James Barnes?”

He stopped goggling like a fish to answer. “Oh! Everyone calls me Bucky. I’m only called ‘James’ when I’m in trouble.” He grimaced. “I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”

Despite herself, Darcy found herself smiling. “No, you aren’t. Well, you might be. What are you doing here? Aren’t we supposed to meet, oh I don’t know, tomorrow?”

He raised a brow. “I could ask you the same thing, you know.”

“Easy. I was avoiding you,” she sniffed imperiously.

He let out a bark of laughter at her honesty. “Well, same here.”

Darcy shook her head and laughed, too. “I can’t believe this.” Then shyly, “I um – have that painting of you. That’s how I recognized you.”

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned. He self-consciously rubbed his hand along the back of his neck. “Ugh – my mother commissioned that thing years ago. Felt kind of like a dick, with that getup and all the – ” he gestured In front of chest where all of his medals would be, “- y’know.”

Darcy looked at his chiseled jawline, the curve of his lips. “Um. I wouldn’t worry about it,” she reassured him. “Wait. Oh god, you don’t have a portrait of me from back then, do you?”

He reddened and blinked rapidly. “Uh, no, I – I don’t.” He licked his lips. “I have a – here,” he said while pulling the neck of his sweater down. He yanked out a metal chain and the dog tags on it clinked together.

Also on the chain was a pendant. With his thumb, he flicked it open and in it was a little picture of her.

It must have been taken at some gala from a while back. She was grinning wide and happy at someone off-camera and strands of her hair had come loose from its updo from all the dancing she did that night.

“I’m pretty sure your parents sent this to mine. …I didn’t know you,” Bucky said, and she heard him swallow. “But I had this with me. Over there. It helped me…to know that I had to make it back because someone was waitin’ on me.” He looked up at her, shy blue eyes under dark lashes and she found herself flushing. “Was that…okay?” he ventured.

Darcy’s eyes widened, and she nodded. “Yeah…yeah, that was very okay, Bucky.”

He smiled. “Good – “

“I used to talk to you.”

“What?”

“Right, well, keep in mind I’m an only child of very overprotective parents. And this was before I met Janey and I didn’t have a lot friends. My mom had your portrait put in my room.” Darcy let out a huge breath, steeled herself then continued. “And I used to talk to it. Y’know, Dear Diary sort of stuff. Like, ‘Dear Diary, today sucked, we had the Chiltons over for dinner and the Countess’ Pekingese peed in my shoes. Also, I’m failing Organic Chem.’”

“Wow.”

Darcy winced at herself. “Yeah.”

“Since we’re uh, apparently betrothed,” Bucky said, interrupting her thoughts, and Darcy bit her lip at the slight crack she heard in the last word. “Do you, maybe, want to share this blanket?”

“Sure,” Darcy laughed, relieved that she hadn’t ruined everything. “Yes, I do. Hey!” She bumped her shoulder against his playfully. “Look at that, ‘I do’. I’m good at this already!” she joked, even as she snuggled closer.

Bucky rolled his eyes but draped his blanket over her anyways, and soon she felt weight of his arm over her shoulder, and the idle brush of his thumb on her upper arm. Bucky was a warm presence beside her, the plaid blanket was resting over them like a giant cape, and the fire was crackling merrily in front of them. She lay her head on his shoulder and he sighed.

Outside, the wind was kicking up and dark was bearing down on their little cabin. At that moment, there wasn’t anywhere else in the world that Darcy would rather be.

When she turned to him, Bucky (her fiancé, she told herself giddily) was staring at her with a soft expression like he was thinking the same thing.

Five minutes later, the heater finally kicked in.

They stayed under the blanket.

[juicifeur]

Grounded (Winchesters + sister!reader)

Anon asked: Hey Can I please get a sisfic where she's like late teens (idc) and she sneaks a hellhound she rescued into the bunker and the boys are pissed when they finally discover it? Maybe they want to throw it out but she insists on going if the dogs going, so she waits outside in the rain or something until they agree to let her keep it? Idk I'm horrible at these hahaha :)

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: none? Teen angst? Sass?

A/N: Thank you for the request! I don’t know if this is what you wanted though

Crowley had been on your brothers' asses lately about keeping their noses out of his business, but all you were able to think about was whether or not you could keep your big fat mouth shut about him getting involved in their business; and yours. You were waist deep in his business with your smuggled pet if you could even call it that.

In every book or wiki page you had read over that mentioned hellhounds, it described a demonic creature that tore flesh from bone and brought people to a bloody afterlife. They were said to have long fang-like teeth, tough skin, claws like talons and eyes that glowed red; all in all, they weren’t supposed to be very nice. Every other one you’d met was the latter; except for the one in your basement.

Hellhounds could just look like a breed of pitbull with pure black fur. You’d figured out that demons could manipulate the way that humans perceived their hounds, just like they could manipulate how they could be seen themselves. Sure, the dog was a little different - his pupils were red and he had a particular taste for red meat, very red meat, and his claws were sharp no matter how much you tried to file them down - but those were just minor details.

  “Where are you taking that?” Your older brother Sam looked up from the dimly lit table against the wall in the tiny kitchen. You had a raw steak, wrapped in plastic, tucked under your shirt. Apparently, that wasn’t a good enough hiding place.

  “Um, downstairs. Testing how sharp my knives are. This is the closest thing we have to flesh.” You lied. Sam glanced at you and nodded briefly.

  “Just bring it back when you’re done.” He went back to the article that was occupying the screen of his laptop without so much as a sceptical comment. You assumed that your eldest brother, Dean, had the intention of cooking it. But he could get another one. Breathing out, you made your way down to room 7B.

You left the door unlocked most of the time, but you carried a key with you just in case. You pushed aside the shelves at the back of the room that held many boxes of previous Men Of Letters cases and you pulled the heavy door open, the metal squealing across the cracked cement floor. The Hellhound lay in a small dark heap in the corner of the dungeon, breathing softly, and you approached it with caution. You’d made a point to douce your glasses in Holy fire just so you could see it without getting your hand bitten off.

The Hellhound was still young, you weren’t sure if you could call it a puppy, but by no circumstance did that mean that it didn’t have the potential to be dangerous.

It growled in its throat as you got closer, teeth gleaming as its lips lifted in a snarl, and you stopped moving. It was surprising that such a small, harmless-looking creature could churn up so much apprehension in you.

  “I won’t hurt you.” You muttered, holding your hands out. The animal sat up as you dropped the now unwrapped steak on the ground in front of you, wanting it to come closer. The scent of the meat seemed to peak its interest. Its nose pointed upwards and it took careful steps toward you. The red eyes of the dog bore into yours, watching for signs that you might attack it, watching for a challenge; but you took a step back, having no intention of doing anything to harm it.

  “It’s okay. I just brought you food.” You told it. The animal walked quickly up to the steak and took it. Like a puppy does, it laid down and chewed on the meat with its small sharp teeth. It was kind of cute.

  “See? Not that bad huh? I’m just gonna go around here and look at your leg.” There was a ring wound around the pup’s leg that resembled a mark that shackles would make. Clearly, young Hellhounds were of no use to Crowley. You still had a suspicion that the puppy did not show up at your doorstep by accident. It was just an easy place to leave it, although you had no idea why Crowley would want to leave the Winchesters with a Hellhound.

   “What the hell is that?” Your oldest brother Dean’s voice boomed from behind you, the sound vibrating off the walls. You turned your head quickly to meet his eyes and he glared in your direction. His shoulders were stiff and his hands rested on his hips.

   “Y/N, what the hell is that.” He said again. This time as more of an angry statement. 

   “Would you believe me if I said it was nothing?” Your voice shook with nervousness and you felt the tiny animal brushing up against your leg, the steak was gone. Carefully you picked it up and held it to your chest where it seemed to calm down and look at Dean with its piercing red eyes. 

You watched your brother’s face go pale and his jaw clenched as he recognized the creature.

   “Is- Y/N tell me that is not a Hellhound.” He pointed at the puppy in your arms.

   “Get that thing out of here. Now.” He said, fear in his voice. Dean’s history with Hellhounds wasn’t exactly spotless.

   “Dean, he’s just a baby he can’t hurt-”

   “Out now, Y/N! That thing is dangerous.”

   “If he goes out, I go too.” You threatened.

   “Fine by me, as long as that thing isn’t in the bunker.” Dean glared and practically dragged you to the front door.

Just your luck, it had started to pour rain.

Your hair clung to your cheeks and neck and your clothes were heavy with water as you tried to shelter yourself under the overhang above the large front door. The puppy in your arms shivered and you felt terrible for trying and failing to transfer some of your body heat to it.

   “Don’t worry the rain will stop soon.” You mumbled as you tucked him into the front of your sweater, he licked your chin and then curled himself against your chest. 

Thunder clapped from above and cold rain fell against your cheek; you knew you’d spoken too soon. You sighed deeply.  Two muffled voices got closer to the door behind your back and you tightened your arms around yourself, hunched over on the ground.

   “Sammy, its a Hellhound.” You heard Dean say.

   “Dude, it's like this big,” You could only imagine that Sam was exaggerating how small the animal was and making Dean feel like a wuss.

   “It’s just a baby, what could it do to you?” The younger of your brothers finished. You heard the latch being released on the thick metal door and you looked up as their head poked out into the cold weather.

Sam was quick to pull you inside and grab as many blankets as he could find so your shivering would be subdued. Den was reluctant to get near you with red eyes staring out from your sweatshirt at him.

   “He doesn’t bite, Dean.” You glared at him and he rolled his eyes.

   “I’m not worried about him, it’s his mom I’m worried about.” His eyes were set uneasily on the face of the puppy that he knew couldn’t be as cute on the inside as it was on the outside. 

   “Crowley doesn’t want anything to do with him, you’re fine. Don’t be a wimp about it. At this point he’s harmless.” You rolled your eyes and looked at Sam who also looked a little uneasy.

   “So, the King of Hell just dropped him on the doorstep and said good luck? Yeah right, I’m not buying it. He’s probably some kind of spy. Harmless hellhound, that’s an oxymoron if I’ve ever heard one. He’s probably plotting to kill us in our sleep or something-”

   “Dean!”

   “What?”

   “Shut up.” Sam glared at his brother and looked back to you with a look of sympathy gracing his features.

   “Look, Y/N, this thing is tiny now but it’s gonna get bigger. A lot bigger. There’s no way to tell if we can trust it.”

   “I can train it.” You scratched the tiny animal behind its ears and his spine curled into your chest in content. Sam sighed.

   “Does it have a name?” Sam asked as he got closer. He ran his hand over the creatures back.

   “Sam, are you kidding me?” Dean protested.

   “What if it’s got some sort of disease?”

   “Dean, chill out. Does this look dangerous to you?” Sam took the baby Hellhound from your arms and carried it toward Dean.

   “Well no but-”

   “If he goes then I go too.” You glared at your oldest brother, knowing full well how Dean felt about you leaving on your own. You crossed your arms over your chest and stared at both of your brothers.

   “Fine. But I’m not cleaning up after it.” Dean muttered, seeming to come around. His hand snaked from his pocket and he gave the puppy a small pat on the head.

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Angel (Jungkook x Reader) Pt. 2

Synopsis: You were in love with the stars but sadly, was kept apart from them thanks to mathematical equations that made it impossible for you to touch them. They were the South and you were the East, always together but never touching. Until a curious hybrid becomes the bridge and eventually, your personal galaxy infested with stars.

Warnings: Bit of Angst, Fluff, Mentions of Abuse and Childhood Trauma, Mentions of Smut, Kinda Blood Play (I’m sorry)

Genre: Romance, Hybrid

Word Count: 5,276

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Maybe the galaxy is one unity and in its eyes, it holds the stars. Maybe the universe was just one person.

"Why are you always looking at me?" Jungkook tugged on his collar as he sat on the floor of the living room, watching a superhero movie that was honestly boring you. Despite how many times you had told him that he could sit on the couch with you, he would politely refuse and mutter how he would be punished. It was confusing as to why he thought he would be punished for something you tried to make clear to him that was okay, and who was it that would punish him because he wasn't your son or pet. But then again, he sort of was.

"I'm sorry." You were forced to turn your attention from the bunny hybrid to the TV. You were never a huge fan of Batman, to say the least but Jungkook could feel your eyes on him, which clearly discomforted him enough to talk, something he rarely did. You watched as the disturbed man did with his ways in Gotham by having a good night job and a shit day job that made him seem like he was pimping himself out in a way. Jungkook would let out a few gasps or if he was very excited, he seemed giddy. You noticed that he would slowly get near your legs and was farther away from the opposing side of the couch.

This caused you to smile.

According to bunny experts, it would take a bunny a few days to get familiar with their new home and within time, they were to get affectionate with their owners if comfortable and the familiarity was becoming done.

"You're looking at me again." He had stopped inching towards you 5 minutes ago and now you know why.

"I'm sorry, baby." His left bunny ear twitched.

"I'm too big to be a baby." He stated so matter-of-factly.

" I'm sorry, sir." His attention soon left the tv and the god awful movie and was given to you. Jungkook was cute as well as very beautiful which was strange to say and admit, even if it was internal.

"Do you.." His voice grew quiet. "Regret?"

This caught you very off guard.

"Regret what?" He began to fumble with his fingers as his ears seemed to be flat and perpendicular to the back of his head.

"Do you regret adopting me?" You looked at the boy with the starry eyes who was busy looking at how he would play with his fingers nervously.

"Of course not, what makes you say such a thing? You know what. Come sit with me, please."

"No, I can't." You got off the couch and sat next to him instead. 

“Listen, I want you to understand that despite how you were treated and disciplined before about past rules you had to obey, that such things won’t happen here in our home. Okay?” Jungkook looked at you as his bunny ears shot up causing you to reach out to caress his cheek but stopped yourself, quickly tugging a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Our home?” His eyes seemed to twinkle at you, making your heart flutter. 

“Yes, our. I know that I adopted you and am your owner by law but I want you to come to think of me as a friend rather than a master.” 

“Okay. I think I can do that.” You couldn’t help but wonder what it was about him that made your heart just swell at his cuteness.

“Listen, just go down to the animal shelter-adoption center and ask them for companions but an emphasis on the companion or just saw a partner but this a flirty tone.” You were currently lying on your bed but instead of the head of it, you were laying on the foot of your bed with your heels resting on the wall, dangling above your headboard on the phone with one of your friends from your old complicated ass fucking math class. 

“Flirty?” She giggled at the word.

“Trust me, I think you would actually thank me afterward but like, you should like today.” You began to swish one of your feet side to side as the heel remained on the wall. 

“You sound so sure!” Your friend couldn’t help but continue to giggle which made you roll your eyes.

“You know how you said you would only date if it was a cat and a man? Because your idiot ex cheated on you but a cat was distant as it was needy which was perfect for you? A loyalty that wasn’t suffocating?” You heard her give you a hesitant yes. “Just go and save one of those precious boys. Then tell someone else to go until they all have homes The people there sell them kind of with a sex slave/toy vibe, it’s just bad..”

She gasped.

“Are you saying.. Hybrids?” She whispered the last part.

“Yes! But they’re from South Korea and they were just thrown there and all shady kept in the back because they were considered defective but are rare. I met one that was a black panther breed named Yoongi. I think you should go adopt him and then get Chelsea, your friend from psych, to go and adopt and so on until they are given good homes because poor babies were in stuffed together in a pen and shocked with a cattle prod while one was locked away in a cage for fighting the employees for harming them.” Just then, Jungkook walked in sniffing the air while scrunching his nose. 

“Oh my god.. what the fuck? That’s so inhumane of that place. Animals or not, mixed or not, they shouldn’t be treated as non-living precious children. That really pissed me off.” You heard as a chair scraped the floor from her side of the line but just as you heard that, you felt Jungkook slowly and very cautiously get on the bed next to you while still sniffing around. “I’m going to take the squad with me and adopt them all right now. I love you bye!” Minnie was always the very activist of the group as well as the most educated but it came as no surprise since she was a law student with a minor in star studies. 

“B-” 

“You smell strange. Very strange.” You quickly hung up as Jungkook cut you off from saying goodbye to your friend. He was hovering over your belly button, sniffing closer down.

“Wow, rude.” You quickly sat up and hunched over with your arms crossed, shielding your lower body. “I’m on my period, I know I probably smell gross okay? I don’t necessarily have the best reproductive system which causes heavy flow.” He was very confused. Smell gross? He laid down on the bed as you were earlier but had his knees up, afraid that if he had his bare feet up like you had yours earlier, you would yell at him.

“You don’t smell gross. You smell like you need to be mated.” What did he just say?

“I-ugh no. Mated? What?” Your bunny turned to you with a surprised look.

“You don’t know what your body needs and it’s driving me insane.” His eyes weren’t starry anymore, in fact, they were dark and marked with something far more dangerous.

“Um,” You slowly started to get off the bed, remembering how the man at the center said that they were all a little more animal than human. Based on your research from bunnies, the males liked to assert dominance and when there was a doe which was always ready to breed, they were compelled to always “assist” because they had no heat given that their system was quite different from other animals. “Kookie, I’m going to go out. Is that fine?” You almost smacked yourself. Why would you ask that?

“Why are you leaving?” He turned onto his stomach with watchful eyes as you backed away a little more from the bed given that you had gotten off of it. Keeping him in your room now seemed like the stupidest idea you could have ever gotten. 

“I need to pee.” Jungkook watched as you quickly walked out of the room. He didn’t get why you were suddenly acting jumpy around him. It shouldn’t have been a surprise to you how your body function was. Were you not educated properly on it? Jungkook didn’t have much time to think about anything once he noticed that it was dusk outside, remembering back to when he used to watch from outside the confinements of the lab, sneaking his way towards the direction of the windows with the lion hybrid and fox hybrid. Taehyung and Jungkook were rather bigger than their fellow fox friend so they always had him do the tasks that would have been more difficult for them given that the bunny hybrid was muscular and tall while the lion hybrid seemed to be gaining lots of weight, making him very attractive and fuller. But the fox was small and thin so he could crawl through places.

He wondered, as the sun slowly began to set if he would ever see the wolf who became the alpha of the strange pack who acted more of a father to him than the two scientists who were raising him. He thought of the panther who wasn’t always the most talkative or affectionate but would let the bunny eat with him whenever he was given large pieces of meat, urging him to at least eat it in small bits since there were times his “parental roles” would forget for days to feed him his fruits because they were too caught up writing and researching the experiments done to him. He never did like meat but who was he to say no even if the panther was tiny? Jungkook wondered about Hoseok and Jin, the two dogs that were always playful and affectionate to the whole group. Jin acting more like a maternal figure to the bunny and would tell him jokes to pass the time. He now remembered how close the wolf was with the other dog while the panther did the strangest thing and behaved affectionately to the other dog named Hoseok who was always smiling even if he along with Jin were treated the worse back in the lab. 

He wished deeply he could just get one last time to thank them all for being a family to him. Jungkook rolled over until he could see the floor.

His mattress which was on the floor right next to your bed was covered in pillows and blankets. You had explained to him before that it was because of his anxiety which he was beyond grateful for but now since he had established himself more properly in your- his home with yours, maybe he could start to sleep in your bed. After all, he was the buck and it was natural for him to establish dominance. 

A scream was followed by a crash. 

“(Y/N)?” Jungkook quickly jumped off your bed, running to where the scream had originated from. He yanked open the door of the bathroom just to find you with wet hair and in a towel bend over on the floor, crying. “What happened?” 

Your face felt red as you tried to get up but moving your forearm from the hard, cold title hurt a lot, so much that a whine shot out of your mouth. 

“Help me up, please.” Jungkook immediately crouched behind you, very aware of your scent and that your ass was up for him to easily touch but he tried his best to ignore his very strong animistic urges. He wrapped an arm from under you, around your stomach and pulled you up, sitting back on his butt as he pulled you into a sitting position between his legs. You were sobbing still, rubbing your elbow and your forearm as you leaned back into his chest. “I’m sorry,” You choked out. “I’m not injured but my fall really fucking hurt.” He moved his free arm and pressed his hand onto your chest as he pushed you forward with his chest, making your upper body weight be all on his hand as he releases his grip on your waist, directing his now free hand onto your back, rubbing soft circles into your back with his palm. sometimes patting you like a child.

“Shh... It’s okay.” You snorted.

“I’m not a baby who needs to be burped or a child who just suffered the loss of their toy.” You sniffed as he continued.

“My friends use to do this to me whenever I wasn’t injured, just hurt. I found that it really helped. I also felt safe.” There was still a stinging pain all down your arm but it wasn’t enough to make you cry anymore. 

“Thank you, Kookie.” He felt his heart beat a little harder.

“You’re welcome.” 

“I don’t know how to say this but I am bleeding and I can feel it so I need you to get out so I can change and also, I think I either stained my towel or your jeans.”

“I don’t know how to say this but I don’t mind and I think you aren’t in any condition to be dressing. I’ll help you.” He hoped for some strange reason that you did just bleed onto his jeans, marking him as yours. 

“No.” You squirmed out of his lap and stood up, holding the towel up. 

“Either you bleed on me, or you wet me from the water from your short shower.” Right on his thigh, there was a small dark stain. 

“I’m so sorry, just please get out so I can do this. I’m really embarrassed.” He stood up, making you curse yourself for ever thinking it was a good idea to have gotten such a big hybrid but then again, it would have probably been more difficult for you to keep a panther or a wolf at bay. Jungkook reached behind you, grabbing your panties, shorts, and the shirt you had on the edge of the counter top of the sink.

“You told me that it was our home, to see you as a friend, you have been giving me a lot of liberties since adopting me which has led me to see you as a not so dominant head of this home. Not to mention how you stay around me a lot. I am a very social creature who needs be brought in pairs because of it. But given that seem to be the leader of the ring here and a female no less,” He kept his eyes on you as he placed his hands on yours that were holding onto the towel to keep it up. “I seemed to have imprinted on you.” You felt hypnotized by his galaxy infested eyes, letting him remove the towel as he kept his eyes on yours.

“I thought only owls do that.” He placed the towel on the sink and grabbed the shirt, throwing the rest of your clothes over his shoulder and placing the opening of the shirt over your head.

“So do wild cats which is a very dangerous thing for them to do, wolves, foxes, birds, almost anything can if they need lots of attention and care,” You put your arms through the sleeves as he kept his eyes on your face. “For rabbits, it’s rare.” He took your panties from his shoulder and kept them in his hand as he saw your face contour into embarrassment.

“Hold on, I need to first clean myself again and put a tampon in.” Jungkook felt a sudden urge to groom you his self but kept his eyes locked on your face as he watched you turn, now he kept his eyes on the back of your head and he watched you rummage through the contents of the drawers of the sink. You turned to him, blush all over your face. “Could you please turn around?”

“How else will I be able to know how to care for my doe?” His doe. You were in huge trouble. 

“Kookie, please turn around. This is uncomfortable for me.” If his plan was for you to submit yourself to him so he could establish himself as the dominant, you weren’t going to let him. 

“Okay.” He turned and as soon as you did, you wiped yourself with baby wipes, discharging them into the trash bin next to the toilet and quickly, with a bit of a struggle since you were standing and it was a bit awkward, inserted the tampon, throwing the shell away. 

“Okay, I’m done.” You washed your hands and dried them on your shirt as Jungkook now held up your panties.

“Now we need to finish dressing you.” 

“Let me make this easier for you so you don’t have to crouch down or look at me.” He kept his eyes on your face as you sat up on the counter of the sink. “Okay, come.” You would be lying if you didn’t think that he looked incredibly hot with how he carefully slipped them up your legs with his eyes still on you and slid them up onto your thighs until he couldn’t anymore. “You’re very cute, Jungkook.” He wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up from the sink and setting you down, proceeding to pull them up until they covered you and were on fine. 

“Shorts now?”

“Mhm.”

“They’re more animal than human, don’t think of them as equal.” The employee’s voice of the center whispered to you as you stood in darkness. “If this one wishes to give you any trouble, just yell and I’ll come in, okay? He is a wild rabbit after all.”  Just then there was light at the end of the room that was almost pearly like. A tall figure began to walk in.

“You’re my doe.” Jungkook’s tenor voice echoed all around the room with sultry notes. His accent was calming you but the figure continues to make its way to you.

“Kookie,” You couldn’t see the person’s face but it was now in front of you, a few inches away. 

“You smell like you need to be mated.” The figure dropped down to its knees, burying its face into your soaking, clothed core. You let out a mangled whimper as the figure began to fervently lick you, emitting its hot tongue through your panties where they were soaking from where they covered your entrance.

Your hands gripped onto the person’s head, tugging their hair as they now moved their tongue into the side of your panties, tasting your glistening lip.

A deep grunt emitted from the person as they slipped their tongue into your warm, wet core.

“Don’t stop, please.” The person angled their head now so they were pressed into you as they wrapped their arms around your thighs.

“Fuck, you taste better than a doe.” The person was Jungkook. He tightens his hands on your thighs as he bit off your panties only to continue assaulting your hole. 

“Jun-” Pain surged through you as you realized he was biting your clit with his buck teeth, almost as if he wanted you to submit to him. “IT-”

 You woke up only to find the pain still there. What were you dreaming? You began to pant, feeling just how lubricated you were and the burning desire to be fucked hard seem to rule you.

“I told you.” Jungkook was sitting at the end of your bed, his pupils wild as his lips were swollen with his starry eyes on your hand which was going to rub your clit but quickly moved away.

“Wha- I’m sorry?” You probably looked just as fucked out to him as he looked to you. 

“You’re in heat.” He got up, walking towards you. “Your body wants something.”

“Humans don’t have heat cycles.” He sat down by your side of the bed as you scoffed at him, trying to ignore how you were pulsing.

“Maybe not since being evolved and out of touch with nature but you are clearly aroused.” 

“Go away.” You muttered as you turned your back, just to feel him getting into bed with you, pushing you forward a bit so he could fit and laid down behind you, molding onto your body. 

“It’s taking everything in me to not tear your clothes off and mount you.” Suddenly, his hand touched the soft skin of your hip, making your eyes roll back as you pressed your ass back against him, feeling something thick and hard.

“Please.” You whined as his hand found its way into your panties, cupping your heat.

“You are driving me mad, princess.” 

“WAIT!” You sat up, feeling beyond terrified. If Jungkook didn’t pull out your tampon, it would get stuck deep inside of you and it would be such an embarrassing time at your gyno.

But the rabbit wasn’t having it.

He growled at you as he flipped you over, sitting up from behind you. His hand that was previously in your panties was now on your back, pressing your upper body into the mattress and the other hand gripped your ass, pulling it up and pulling down your panties. 

“You’re such a sight to behold, baby.” If you were beyond terrified and embarrassed before, now you were beyond terrifyingly turned on and ashamed.

“This isn’t normal or okay.” You squirmed from under his heated gaze that didn’t give a single fuck in the world if you were on your period and had a literal plug in you to stop your flow from gushing out.

“You know what isn’t normal, pet?” He had leaned onto your back, pressing his clothed chest onto you as he whispered menacingly into your ear. A shock of new found arousal jolted right through you and into your pulsing core. Jungkook had really called you pet. He brushed his long, thick fingers against your blushing labia. “That you really adopted a hybrid human rabbit,” He snarled into the outside of the shell of your ear, causing you to whimper as goosebumps rose on your neck. 

Without any warning, he yanked the tampon out of you sending you in a very loud gasp.

“JUN-” He quickly down on your neck, subduing your shriek into a very long, and loud moan instead. 

“Shh,” He began to coax you as he started to fervently lick your neck as well as your shoulder. Just then you felt him slide in effortlessly three of his fingers into you without any problem, making you moan into the sheets as Jungkook continued to lick your shoulder, now moving towards the back of your neck.

“Please don’t,” You whispered in sweet agony into the sheets as began to pump his fingers into you, causing the silence of the room to be cut with the sounds of your arousal, blood, and his long fingers being thrust into you at a face paced speed. 

Just then, Jungkook pulled his fingers out, resting them on your ass. You almost felt a bit disgusted with the feeling of how much liquid was coating his finger, probably staining your skin.

“I’ll stop, I’m sorry.” He pressed a chaste kiss into your back before sitting up. It wasn’t that you wanted him to stop, you just wanted him to not stop. But this was all too sudden. If you let the starry-eyed boy fuck you, he was sure to claim dominance over your home and over you as well so you stayed there with your face in the sheets and your ass up in the air, breathing hard.

“I need to shower.” You mumbled. The thought of him, an actual part animal part human, fucking you on your period seemed so primate and savage that you couldn’t help but buck your hips back involuntarily, wishing there were some sort of contact on your swollen clit. 

Jungkook watched as your body seemed to be screaming for him to breed it, feeling a snarl in his throat but tried to reason with himself. He had to cling to his humanity, the part of him that was more reasonable and knew that he couldn’t just take you. The sight of you still offering yourself to him, how you had bucked your hips back towards him as a muted whined came out from you and the way your body trembled as you breathed. It was enough to make him almost lose himself.

“I-I’ll help you.” 

“No, just-” You turned your head to the side. “I want this.” Your voice was small as you admitted to your true desires. Jungkook couldn’t believe it.

“No, I’ll wash you.”

“Please,” You wanted to shake yourself at how much of a child you sounded right now begging him. “Please, Kookie.” At first, nothing happened. You knew he was probably thinking it through. All you could think about was how a cramp was starting to happen, making you suddenly twist at the pain.

“Look at my pet,” His voice was dark, full, and rich as you felt him smack your ass really hard with his heavy, rough hand sending you into a frenzy over how your skin was prickling with this delicious feeling of pain all over it. “You’re so ready, aren’t you?” You felt his hand leave your ass, causing you to almost be verbal about how you wanted him to keep his hand over you. “Hands behind your back, hold onto your forearms.” Jungkook’s tone was curt and hard, causing you to immediately listen to the bunny hybrid. As soon as you had done what he said, he grabbed onto your linked arms, lifting you up a bit and sitting you done on his muscular, large thighs. “As you said before, my lord-” What was it about his voice that sent you in a whimpering mess and the fact that he was addressing you in a title that was for men of high ranking just sent you even more into a mindless mess as you tried to grind your swollen self on him, “you treat and see me as your equal. Correct?”

“Yes!” He contracted the muscle of his thigh as a reward to your response, making your walls clench over nothing. 

“Well, pet, you and I are very different once we step into this room and your body needs me. Understand?” You were panting at this point. “Understand?” He shook you a bit with his hand that was still gripping your linked forearms. 

“Yes, I understand, I understand.” You were practically sobbing this time. He let go of your arms, causing you to fall back into his chest, heaving. A soft yet tight, thick band was placed around your neck as Jungkook fastened it with a click. You let go of your forearms, reaching up to feel what he had put on you. “A collar?”

“You can borrow mine.” He gently slides his hands down to your shoulders, squeezing them. This was becoming something way different than anything you could have ever imagined. 

“Thank you.” You were leaking all over his thigh but instead of feeling horrified with yourself, you were almost proud. It wasn’t about ownership, it wasn’t about how he was dominating, it was about how he didn’t find a naturally occurring thing to be weird and how he was getting you almost naked. 

Naked. A state of complete vulnerability and the opportunity to let someone see you in your true self. 

It wasn’t something that you really did. 

“Do you still want to do this?” His tenor soft voice danced around your head as he moved to kiss your temple.

“No,” You managed to breathe. “I want to see you instead.”

“You can.” Jungkook let you get off his thigh to sit in front of him. His starry eyes were more than vibrant as he looked over you, taking in the long white t shirt that was stained by the hem. “I’m here.”

“May I see your bare chest?” You remembered how the first day you brought him home, he had scars all over his chest but quickly hid from your sight. You had told yourself to ask him later on when he had trusted you more. 

The sight of you, knowing that you were quivering underneath the rather translucent pale shaded shirt with the russet stains on its hem and how you still had his collar one that had a carrot charm dangling from it with the word Kookie etched on the flat silver back of it, brought him to heel. You hadn’t fought him about the collar, you did see him as an equal, enough to be willing for your pet hybrid to put such a symbol of slavery around your neck. It was true. You really wanted nothing more than to care for him. Jungkook knew this now as he finally got to see you in such an intimate lighting.

“Yes.” He whispered as he began to take off his shirt by grabbing it from the back of the neck, pulling his shirt over his head and discarded it to the other side of the bed.

“Can I touch you?” Jungkook didn’t know how to speak. He had lost the ability to once his scars were out for you to see. He gave a quick, tight nod as he saw you moving closer to him. 

It was amazing to finally see his scars fully and properly. Kookie had jagged, long scars on his chest. One was three lined and fell across one of his pecks, slightly outside of the areola. Another was a gash from his belly button to his side, almost horizontally straight. You reached out, feeling the long since scarred tissue underneath your fingertips carefully. Your fingers traced the outline of the one near his belly button, dragging your fingertip to where it ended, feeling Jungkook’s taut muscles contract underneath you.

“I was 12 and didn’t behave when my scientist caretakers told me to keep still on this surgical bed. I wanted to go play with the rest of the bunny hybrids and I was so impatient that I moved when they had a surgeon with a scale in front of me that when he had made an incision near my belly button to put this tracking device shaped as a pill in me, I moved and it caused him to slice me.” You stayed still, not knowing how to react to what he had said. “They were very mad at me.” He spoke in a small voice. 

“I’m sorry.” Apologizing to him wasn’t going to do anything for him and you knew this but it felt like the only appropriate thing to say at the moment. You looked up to see he was already looking at you. “You hold the Pleiades in your eyes.” He gave you a puzzled look as one of your hands left his scars, moving to touch his ear to which he immediately melted into your hand. “Globular clusters are clusters of old stars that are closer given that their age causes their gravity to bound to each other. Kookie, you have the Seven Sisters trapped in your eyes.” You scratched behind his long, bunny ear as his left leg began to slightly twitch.

“Can I sleep with you?” Your hybrid managed to whimper out.

“Let's get washed up first and then we’ll see.” Jungkook opened an eye to see your smile and the collar still adorning your neck. 

He was happy. 

He was safe. 

He had a home.

Part 3

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Something About Aquaria Ch. 5

Shits getting angsty, Trigger warning for descriptions of gore~ Eliptic

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, OK Cracker just breathe’ Max was pacing rapidly in his hotel room, practically burning a hole in the carpet. ‘This is normal, you should have been expecting this, and why wouldn’t he be curious? Just breathe it’ll be fine.’ sighed heavily throwing himself onto the bed.

“Who am I fucking kidding, when has that ever worked?” he said blurring to the window.

Aquaria’s POV

Giovanni’s head was pounding as he reluctantly sat up at the blaring sound of his alarm, he slammed his hand on the snooze button, wincing as he felt the plastic cut into his palm. “Holy shit.” He whispered looking between the crushed clock and his bleeding hand.  

He whipped his head around at the sound of one of the many locks unlocking. In a panic Giovanni pushed over the side table, “Don’t come in I'm… naked.” He shouted quickly as the door started to open, nursing his injured palm.

“Okay?” Sam said confused  “Well soups on so come down… preferably when you have clothes on.”

“I will.” Giovanni said as the door shut fully. He gave out a sigh of relief. Going into the tiny bathroom he ran his hand under water clearing away in the blood to assess the damage. To his surprise the small cuts that covered his hand were slowly healing. “Cool.” He whispered.

‘Max!’ he thought suddenly, he quickly threw on some clothes and rushed down to the dining room, searching for the shorter vampire.

“Cracker doesn’t eat, she’s on the bus with Vixen and Blair.” Giovanni nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of Dane’s voice. “Sorry.” He apologized smiling shyly.

“I’m not afraid of the big bad wolf.” Giovanni teased.

“Kameron Michaels,” he said dramatically “Cause of death too many dog puns.” They both laughed. “You should grab something before you go.”

“I’m actually not hungry.” He said letting it sink in “At least not for food.” He swallowed heavily looking down.

Dane pulled Giovanni in a tight hug “Four years ago I was where you are now… only with more fur. It was terrifying, still is sometimes, but I got through it. And so will you.”

Giovanni smiled trying to will away the tears stinging his eyes. “Thanks Kam. I should go check on Cracker.”

“She seemed fine when I saw her this morning. Did something happen?”

“I’m not really sure what happened. His eyes…” Giovanni bit his lip, turning on his heel and quickly walked to the bus, he climbed on immediately spotting Vixen and Blair snuggled together, trying to get a few more minutes of sleep, but no Max. As silently as possible he made his way to the back of the bus, finding Max curled up sleeping in the last seat. Smiling Giovanni gently lifted Max and squeezed in next to him, putting Max’s head in his lap. He checked him over, stopping when he spotted two small marks on his forearm, slowly Giovanni lifted Max’s arm to examine the scars, they looked like bug bites. Giovanni unconsciously ran his tongue over his teeth, he froze.

‘I made those. I bit him.’ He panicked ‘Is that why he freaked out? Is that normal? What am I saying none of this is normal!’ Giovanni started breathing heavily.

“Aqua?” Kevin’s voice broke through his panic, it caused him to jump making Max to stir in his lap. “What’s wrong?” Giovanni gestured to the tiny scars on Max’s arm. “Oh, don’t worry they’ll be gone in a few hours.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt him.”

“You didn’t, the opposite actually,” Kevin winked “So what would you prefer, a ring or a necklace?”

“Are you asking me to go steady with you?” Giovanni asked, relaxing.

“You wish bitch.” Kevin chuckled “Eventually the suns gonna become a problem. I need to enchant something that you can wear so you don’t combust.” He explained. Giovanni’s face went pale. “You two didn’t get to that chapter yet.” Kevin said slowly “Sorry.”

“Max doesn’t wear anything, so I didn’t think it was a thing.”

“That’s because, despite a song saying otherwise, Bob is a show off. He enchanted some ink and gave him a tattoo. I’m not quite on that level…yet, but you don’t strike me a tattoo girl anyway.”

“I have a necklace that my mom gave me. Would that work?” he asked taking off the simple chain.

“Yeah, this’ll do just fine.”

A grumble came from Max as he dug his head into Giovanni’s stomach. “Five more minutes.” Kevin smirked leaning over to flick him on the back of his head. “I hate you.” Max flipped him off stretching as he sat up. “Oh,” a brief look of panic flashed in his eyes “Hi Aquaria, I hope I didn’t drool on you.”

“It’s fine,” Giovanni laughed “I’m glad you’re okay…you are okay right?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

Kevin and Giovanni looked at Max confused “Well last night you-“ Giovanni was cut off by the other queens getting on board. Max turned away putting headphones on at full volume. Kevin gestured for Giovanni to join him in his seat.

“What happened last night?” he whispered. “Cracker came to my room this morning talking a million miles a minute then left now she’s acting weird .”

“Is it because I… bit him?”

“You’re still a fledging, any venom you have would have just been a slight buzz, not enough to cause a head rush like a full vamp would.”

Giovanni thought for a moment “He told me how he became a… you know.”

Kevin’s face dropped, he glanced back at Max who was lip-syncing his part. “That’s sore subject with him.”

“I didn’t mean to-“

“You have the right to be curious, he didn’t have to tell you but he did cause he trusts you. He didn’t tell you everything though did he?”

“I don’t know. I thought he did.”

“We’ll talk later, now get your skinny ass up with Asia she’s staring daggers into me and I can’t tell if she’s joking anymore.”

Cracker’s POV

Max could still hear Kevin and Giovanni despite the music blaring in his ears.

“-He didn’t tell you everything though did he?” Max went stiff, pausing the music and glaring at the back of Kevin’s head

“I don’t know. I thought he did.”

“We’ll talk later, now get your skinny ass up with Asia she’s staring daggers into me and I can’t tell if she’s joking anymore.”

Giovanni joined the rest of his team and Kevin slid in next to Max, who hit play on the music pretending that he hadn’t been listening in. Kevin rolled his eyes, taking one of Max’s hand in his own squeezing it comfortingly.

September 5th 2009

‘Ow’ Max thought as his brain sluggishly regained consciousness. ‘How much did I have to drink last night.’ His throat was so dry he couldn’t talk, he opened his eyes, only to be blinded by the brightness of his room, immediately he closed them again. ‘Must of left the curtains open.’ He tried to sit up but his muscles ached and refused to move more than a couple inches.

“Isn’t it normal for Cracker to go on these creative binges where she goes AWOL for a bit them comes back with some badass creation.” He heard Kevin’s voice coming from the living room.

“Yeah, but normally Katelyn’s here to make sure he eats and sleeps, and she will kill us if she comes home to a neglected Cracker.” Chris responded “I’ll check the bedroom, you order takeout.”

Max attempted to sit up again but his body screamed at him, heavy footsteps came down the hallway, opening his bedroom.

“Max!” Chris yelled, suddenly Max felt warm hands on his shoulders making him realized how cold he was. “Max!” he yelled again shaking him. Max felt a quiet whimper leave his throat.

“Chris what- Oh my god!” Kevin screamed. “Is he?”

“Not quite. Stay with him while I call Jamin.”

“Why are you calling Betty and not an ambulance?”

“Because this isn’t something humans can fix. Look at his arms and neck.” Chris sounded angry in way Max had never heard before.

‘Hold on… humans?’ Max thought as he felt Kevin’s pull him close, the heat from the others body was suffocating but not in a way that made him uncomfortable, it was actually soothing, ‘How did I not notice how cold it was in here.’

“Ed?” Kevin said coldly.

‘What does my ex have to do with this? What even is this? Why does everything hurt?’

“When I find that son a bitch-“ Kevin started

“Let’s focus on Max right now.” Chris interrupted.

Max heard a weird whooshing noise and felt wind on his face.

“Let me see him.” Jamin said worriedly.

‘How did Betty get here so fast?’

Kevin reluctantly pulled away taking his warmth with him, Max felt his body twitch in an attempt to get it back. He mentally recoiled from the icy hands that seemed to study him.

“I’d say he a about a week into the transition.” Jamin said.

“He’s only been AWOL for a few days, how is that possible?” Kevin asked.

“We’ve only heard from him through text.” Chris said sniffling. “Is there anything you can do?”

“I can give him a pick me up but the rest is up to him.” Jamin sighed.

“Do it.”

The room went silent, then filled with a smell that made his stomach growl loudly, ‘Fuck I’m starving.’ He felt a cold hand open his mouth and a warm, gooey, delicious liquid flowed into it. He heard another growl, but this time it didn’t sound human, his arms moved quickly despite the pain to grip tightly around Jamin’s arm, gulping down the heavenly substance. The pain gradually ebbed away and the need to keep drinking subsided, reluctantly he detached his mouth, he slowly blinked as his vision focused to see Jamin looking at him worriedly and Kevin who was sobbing quietly into Chris’s side, Chris also had tears streaming down his face as he rubbed circles into Kevin’s back.

“Max?” Jamin spoke slowly bringing his attention back to him.

“What?” Max said in croaky voice, feeling spit run down his chin he whipped it with back of a shaky hand, pulling it back to see red, red that also covered Jamin’s arm and the sheets. His eyes started feeling heavy and his head was spinning “B-“ next thing he knew he was submerged in darkness again.

Max groaned pulling his blanket closer to him as he desperately tried to fall back to sleep. He heard muffled talking from the other room, he sat up examining his surroundings. He was in his bed. ‘Weird fucking dr-‘ Max’s thought was cut off as he spotted red staining his light blue bed sheets.

“Chris!” he yelled, his voice coming out louder than he had expected it to. The door flew open and Chris, followed by Kevin and Jamin, rushed in. “It…it wasn’t a dream.” He said softly. Chris quickly got on the bed, pulling Max into the tightest hug he’d ever experienced.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t stop this, but I promise you it’s going to be okay.” The taller said stroking his hair.

“What the hell is going on?”

An hour later Max sat on his bed, wrapped up in his blanket, a hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Chris entered carrying a cup of tea “Max.” he said softly.

“What do you want me to say?” Max said sharply “This is a lot to take in. Vampires, magic, all of this isn’t supposed to be real. And now I'm…I don’t even know what I am.”

“You are the exact same person you were a week ago.”

“No I’m not! Look me in the eye and tell me that everything can go back to normal.”

Chris was silent.

“I don’t know if I can do this.” Max sobbed.

“Don’t say that.” Chris said holding back tears “You’re right everything is changing but you, who you are, the hilarious, creative, kind person that is Maxwell Heller, that doesn’t have to change. You’re still you just as a vampire.”

“I don’t want this.” Max said darkly.

The room fell into a suffocating silence.

“Okay,” Chris whispered sadly.

November 2nd 2009

Kevin groaned as his phone rang beside him “What Bob?” he mumbled sleepily

“Max isn’t answering his phone.”

Kevin’s stomach dropped “He still has a few more weeks.”

“The transition period isn’t exact, Kev I can’t go there by myself…if he is…” Chris broke off with a sob.

“Okay, I’ll meet you there.” Kevin said trying to keep his cool.

Two swirling portals opened up in the tiny apartment. Chris and Kevin shaking as they peered around the empty living room.

“Max?” Kevin shouted. There was a loud thump from the small dark hallway. “Max?” Kevin said going closer, freezing looking at the floor, Chris followed his gaze to the red staining the gray carpet. They followed the trail to the bathroom. They gasped in unison at the sight of a blood soaked Max slumped against the bathtub. “Max!” Kevin cried crouching in front of him, he paused looking at the blood that had smeared on his had from Max’s chest it was bright red and cold. Chris leaned forward looking to the tub, that was filled with bloodied plastic bags. Blood bags.

Max suddenly gasped, seizing up, he eyes were bloodshot, the veins under them prominent, his red stained canines extended, his nails sharpened to a point that tore through Kevin’s hoodie as his body shook violently.

“Max! Hey, hey, hey it’s me, it Kevin.” He said cupping Max’s face as the shaking calmed and Max’s eyes slowly returned to normal.

“What happened?”

“I…I heard something so I went to check it out, but when I got to the hallway there was  blood on the floor and I…I…I don’t remember.” Max held up his bloodied hands “Oh God what did I do?” he panicked.

Chris picked up one of the blood bags from the tub, ran it under water in the sink.

Didn’t know your favorite, so I got them all. Love Ed

Was written in sharpie on the bag.