#speaking of which it’s fangs in your neck friday!!!!!

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Intro Chapter :Trisk 

(Mature Content. Trigger Warning)

“Speak.”

Kae: [The single sharp verbal command moves me quickly into the memorized speech provided earlier by Master #Marco. He had been overseeing the new sub trainees after assuming the new head trainer position when @LaBellaDroga relinquished her role in pursuit of other areas of business.

Master #Marco had selected a few trainees to help hand deliver opening invitations to a few prominent Dominants in the vicinity of @ClubTrisk. Our assigned tasks for the day were easy enough: deliver the invitations, recite the speech and wait for dismissal before continuing to the next location.]

“I apologize for the short notice, Sir. @ClubTrisk and by extension Mistress Mariella @LaBellaDroga and Mistress Tess @FuckinWicked, would like to formally invite you to the grand unveiling scheduled for this Friday the fourth of October.”

[I pause for a moment to gather more of my nerves. The leather cuffs strapped in place on my wrists and ankles suddenly feel more constrictive than they were.  I swallow past the royal blue leather training collar gracing my slender throat before I continue in a neutral tone.]

“The club requires all Masters and their subs to wear the included pieces in order to be granted exclusive member’s access. Mistress asks that you please include the items in your wardrobe to avoid being refused entrance.”

[I keep my honey brown eyes downcast, softly toned arms extended with the gift boxes and invitation resting on my flattened palms in a submissive pose while I waited patiently for the Dom to accept them. I can feel his steely gaze greedily roaming over my small form scantily clad in proper sub attire.

Black satin corset and matching bra, thigh highs that left just a peek of smooth upper thigh and the gentle under curve of my ass before meeting the tiny hot pants. My softly toned calves and shapely legs seemed longer in the extra tall stilettos which made my tush sit perked up along with pushing my height and straightening my posture. The Dom thanks me in a tender husk, releasing me with a dismissal before I bob my head, thanking him and return to the sub transport vehicle. ]

“We don’t have all day, service slut.” Comes Master #Marcos’ thick Portuguese accented voice.

[I have to fight my fangs from snapping down. Service slut, the pet name still not especially tasting well on my tongue. Such a generic name used for all the women and men in willing and agreed sexual servitude training for @ClubTrisk.

“All sluts have to start somewhere.” I recall Ashley chirping in a sing-song voice way too perky for my liking when I hissed the name under my breath in distaste.

Falling out of my thoughts when Master snaps again to get a move on it. When I lift my gaze to the path before me I can see he is growing impatient as I wobble ungracefully on the tall heels, my hand reaching up to tug at the collar on my neck when I settle into the middle row. His darkened expression through the rearview mirror and the dangerous look in his eyes warned me his tolerance had reached a new limit.

I’d been testing his charge from the start; which wasn’t good. I had lucked out gaining a spot in the coveted @ClubTrisk sub training program after one of the other subs failed her health screening. I just so happen to be in the right place at the right time when Master #Marco approved me with no previous knowledge of submissive protocol.

I knew he immediately regretted his hasty decision when he had to continuously correct my sloppy postures, reprimanding me in a stern cool tone for my sass talk. Not to mention my fang happy snaps I tried to keep under wraps from the seemingly calm demeanor Dom. I had been pressing my luck for a while now and we both knew it.

We arrive back at the Trisk compound after a light travel through West Hollywood traffic, the other subs unloading in a single line before we follow #Master Marco back through the service secured entrance. We converge into the training and sub changing area where #Master Marco thanks us for our service for the day. He dismisses the other “service sluts.” A sadistic gleam lighting his pupils with an unspoken command to stay right where I am. I swallow thickly as the room clears out his eyes practically penetrating me as I assumed he calculated his next move. I could only guess how many lashes I had racked up with my disrespectful behavior. ]

[I hear his heavy steps reproach me after striding off somewhere in the room, his voice firm in the shell of my ear as he commands me to disrobe. My hands shakily undo the hooks on the front of my corset. The bra enclosure is seated in the valley of my ample cleavage while I nimbly unclasped it, allowing the straps to slide down the broadside of my upper arms before the garment flutters to the floor. I risk lifting my eyes to Master, my heart beat picking up as he gives me a harsh look and motions me to continue.

I bend forward at my waist, thumbs hooking into the sides of my hot pants before I work them slowly over my curvaceous hips and derriere. Heels are placed to the side along with my black sheer thigh highs. Everything neatly piled out of the way before I straightened my posture again.

I feel the heat of his body circling me, appraising my bare curves as they softly tremble. The cool air brisks over me to tighten my buds and causes a path of prickles to spread over my bare form. His next command is slightly louder than the previous.]

“Kneel, service slut.”

“Yes, Sir.” [I respond appropriately. The quickness that I drop to my knees in a submissive pose has even me surprised as the back of my hands rest flat and face up over the tops of my creamy thighs. My head is dropped forward, eyes down when next thing I know a hood is placed over my head depriving my sight and hearing along with heightening my other senses. My vision is black, soft tufts of breath fanning out of the mouth and nose holes as Master #Marco tightens the straps in place. I’m left kneeling in only my collar, wrist and ankle cuffs, and the hood while he rounds my knelt form]

“I want you to feel. Focus on that and that alone. Empty your thoughts, service slut, and focus on the punishment you are about to receive. Perhaps this will help discipline you and rein your wild ways. Don’t forget to safeword if it’s too much.”

[I nod my head, swallowing thick as I keep the position, shaking more as I wait. The muffled sound of a swift crack like Master is testing his implement of choice. I quake even more]

“Stand and face the wall, walk until I say to stop.”

[I nod once more with a Yes, Sir and unfold my feet from under my bottom, standing with a fluid movement and walk forward. Master #Marco gently orders me to halt coming before I’m met with the wall.]

“Hands up, brace on the wall and do not drop until I’ve commanded. Hear me, service slut?”

[The way he draws it out, almost as if he’s detected my flinching at the name to be an annoyance with me. I hesitate with my response and I’m met with a sharp sting to my left buttock. I whimper out a Y-yes! Almost forgetting about Sir! Lifting my hands to the wall, palms flat, hood still in place as my fangs bite delicately into my lush lower lip.]

“Good, slut.” [He’s estimating where to begin, and pacing in back of me quietly. I started to relax my shoulders a moment, thinking Sir had changed his mind. Damn, why did a simple lash have me so alive with sensations? I drop my head on my shoulders, easing up when the second lash lands.

The next lash unpredictable while it punctuated the silence between each swing and issued another whimper from my throat. A rush of heat flashes through my body, the stinging lashes raising thin welts over my creamy skin. My body sings in both pain and pleasure with each landing of the swing of what I could only guess is a switch.

I gasp breathily, as they continue. An unknown pattern that only the talented Dom wielding the thin implement knew.

I bow forward, muscles flinching under my heated skin with pleading begs sounding past my swollen lips. My quickening heartbeats and cries of pain filling both the air and my ringing ears.

A quieting goes to my head. Letting go, my control slipping as my mind floats away. The ends of my chestnut hair falling silkily onto slick, stinging shoulder blades, sticking where it lands as I arch away from the next lash. A small hiss passes my puffed pink lips when a few strands brush over one of the raw welts now rising on my hypersensitive flesh.

#Marco’s skilled and steady hand kept me keyed up, but never breaking my skin. Never landing in any areas I truly desired for his strikes to land again. I shift on the balls of my feet, moving minutely into the lashes this time, hoping to steal away my orgasm, but #Marco is wise to this tactic.

He redirects his lashes, never allowing me to achieve my completion, switching up his pattern and refocusing on areas that instead caused me to wince in discomfort and displeasure rather than moan and twitch for more. My head is yanked back, chest heaving in deep gulps of air as he grits out harshly.]

“Don’t try it, slut. You cum without my command and I’ll restrict your privileges for a month. I’ll tease you and keep you so wound up that your core is aching so fucking deep for release.” 

[I pull in a deep breath, legs quivering with my obvious arousal glistening along my silky inner thighs. Peals of tiny squeals sound out in the training room, as the Master continues his punishment. He keeps me always on the fine edge, my puffed pink lips mumbling begs for release along with Sir, Master, and any other words I could persuade him to allow me to release or for him to cease.

I could tell by his strikes that He was controlled, calculated with each lash that swept through the air with a swish then crack. My back arches, palms shakily held flat along the cool wall.]

“Don’t you dare remove your hands from where I placed them, Chiquita.”

[I grin a little to myself hearing the new name, now feeling a stirring of eagerness to earn his approval. To withstand all the discipline He chose to dole out. My own control starts to unwind, merely edging the cusp when the lashes stop. My legs feel weak, my skin buzzing all rosy, pulsing along each thin welt that rose from Master #Marco’s expert hand. I keep as still as I can, knees bowed in and just about knocking while He prepared the items for my after care. I’m allowed to ease from my pose, shoulders sagging at not being allowed to crest but what was I expecting? This was punishment after all.

I swallow down my disappointment, and hear an almost imperceptible groan behind me. #Marco’s arousal is evident with his scent turning more heady. His potent masculine musk wafting up through the small holes around the nose area of the hood.  A low almost animalistic noise husking from his wide chest. I could tell that with how hard I was holding off, #Marcos was teetering on some edge himself.

My body trembles as I’m led off to a plush sofa, Sir assisting me with soothing strokes over areas that had not been marked or raw. I hissed as I lowered the cool fabric, the ointment placed over the small abrasions to help with healing, but I knew it would all heal quickly. I didn’t fault Master #Marco for punishing me. I had been openly showing a lack of respect for His position in front of the others. Being defiant and bratty.

I lower my voice with a soft snivel when the hood is unlatched and removed, apologizing for my behavior. I’m met with a tender shush, the tiny trickles of blood tainting my lower chin wiped away]

“Next time watch the fangs or I’ll have to add a gag to your sessions.”

[He was a more subdued and caring Master now attending the after care of the sub left in his care. Ashley had explained some of the details of being a sub in service, but I still needed a lot of work. That and I needed to do a little research. I wanted to do better and anything I could to keep out of trouble. Maybe learn what pleasures could be explored past being disciplined. Sir orders me to shower, and change into my street wear before dismissing me for the rest of the evening. He wanted me to enjoy some home comforts to further ground myself before the busy opening weekend. I do as I’m instructed, grabbing my bag and step out of the darkness of the club and into the sun. The rush of crisp autumn air breezes by as I move carefully toward my loft. My body still humming with an ache to my rear from the discipline session with Master #Marco.]

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DRUG

•Wednesday Addams x GN! Reader

Warnings: Blood, biting, Wednesday Friday Addams

Words: 2.1k

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"..which makes it that much more exciting! Now the photosynthesis of these plants are riveting in the way that.." I inhaled deeply, trying to keep my eyes on Miss Thornhill as she explained something about some plants I didn't care about.

It was always the same. Day by day, I struggled with curbing my thirst but it never got bad until she started going here.

Wednesday Addams.

She's been here for about a month and I didn't start making the correlation until a week and a half ago. Whenever Enid and I hung out in her dorm, the smell of Wednesdays side made my throat feel as if it was closing in on itself. The same if they happened to walk past my table at lunch. Thirsty.

No one knew. Well, no one besides the person who made me like this.

"Y/n." Yoko whispered from beside me. I didn't look away as I watched the pigtailed girl in front of me. She was scribbling down in her notes before lifting up, her hand reaching to fix the collar of her uniform jacket. That simple action made her pale neck glisten under the florescent lights above us. I could imagine myself leaning forward, my teeth sinking into that pretty skin and letting the crimson spread across my tongue. If she's anything how she smells, it would be the sweetest nectar known to man. Just one swipe.. "You're drooling."

Snapping out of my daze, I quickly reached my hand up to swipe across my chin. "Ew." I frowned at my own lack of awareness. Yoko tilted her head down to eye me from beneath her sunglasses. I shook my head. "Not a word."

"We're going to have plenty of words once class ends." She whispered back.

I slumped back in my seat at her motherly tone before forcing myself to pay attention to Miss Thornhill and her plants for the rest of the class period.

"It's getting worse." Yoko said as we rushed out of class, her in tow. "Your eyes were showing behind your glasses and I'm sure that desk now has your dna scribed into it." I looked down at my nails in confusion but could now see the splinters of wood across my nails. Did I do that? Well shit. "Whats going on?"

Truthfully, I didn't know. I knew that human blood still sent me into a frenzy but something about Wednesday brought something completely different out of me. I wanted to maul her more than anything in this world. I wanted to sink my teeth into her and drink until there was nothing left to digest. But I didn't want to kill her.

Wednesday was an outcast at a school filled with outcast. She was dark and morbid and frightened half of our grade but somehow that piqued my interest. I didn't get to hang out with her often but when I did, I soaked up every moment. Did I have a crush? I probably wouldn't go that far but I knew I didn't mind getting to know her more.

"Y/n!" I snapped my head up, wincing as Yoko held onto my arm but it was too late. I ran straight into the back of said girl. Shit.

Wednesday froze in her spot for a second and that was enough for me to inhale, then hold it. The way she spun around resembled a robot who hadn't been greased. Rigid and stiff but still quick. Her dark eyes peered up at me with her eyebrows resting just above them. Glaring.

"I understand that your incompetence is fangs deep but you can't even walk in an open halfway?" I blinked quickly behind my glasses as she waited, almost like she expected me to answer.

Speaking without thinking, I smiled and decided to just be myself. "I usually walk looking up and with you being all the way down there.." From my peripherals, I saw Yoko cover her mouth as she looked away to stifle her laugh.

I tended to get out of situations by being my usual joking self. I seemed to forget that this wasn't a situation. It was Wednesday Addams.

With a smooth step, she was now closer than I could've imagined she'd get with someone. And her eyes seemed to darken, her lips pursed. "Your pitiful attempt at being humorous is the reason you will more than likely die a sad, decrepit, useless human being." My smile fell as her eyes left mine and focused on my teeth. "Try that again and we'll see how deep you go without your fangs."

Then, within a blink of an eye, she was spinning around and walking the opposite way down the hall again. Holy shit.

"I say you're on her good side." Yoko joked, bumping into my shoulder with a growing smirk. "Let's hurry to lunch, okay? Then we can talk about your obsession with that dark cloud."

"It's not an obsession!"

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After lunch, I usually resided in my dorm with Yoko but she and Enid wanted to pull an all nighter to study, so that left me in my room, alone. As I tried to get some homework done, I heard it. The cello.

Wednesday likes to play her cello at the dead of the night where everyone was sleeping or trying to settle in. I loved it. It usually lulled me to sleep but right now, I wanted to get a closer listen.

So I did.

Tucking my glasses into my pocket, I pulled on a dark hoodie before climbing out of my window and carefully jumping from ledge to ledge. As a 'Fang' I couldn't necessarily fly but I could jump pretty high and far when I wanted to.

As I skipped across the buildings, I made sure to land a few dorm rooms away from hers as I leaned against a gargoyle to watch. She was playing so aggressively yet so gently with each pluck of the strings. I was completely enamored with each swing of her head as the vibrations rattled against the air.

Then she tilted her head back, moonlight shining on the smoothness of her neck. Her pale.. blood flowing, vein stricken neck.

God, I'm thirsty.

I felt my fingertips dig into the stone beneath my hands, my mouth slightly parting as I inhaled deeply. Even from this far I could smell it. Her. I had to get away.

As I stood up, prepared to make my jump, Wednesday looked up like a black cat and zeroed in on me. Her eyes squinted but I didn't give her the chance to react as I started jumping back to my dorm, then through the window.

Yoko always managed to sneak a few cups of animal blood for me from lunch, seeing as I still needed a feeding through the night. I quickly slid to a stop at her bedside, pulling open the secret compartment in the floor and yanking open the bottles of blood.

Trying to keep my composure, I unscrewed the top and tilted it back, trying to down it without making a mess. It didn't help. Snatching up the second bottle, I didn't waste my time to unscrew the top and simply sunk my teeth into the side of the bottle, sucking up the liquid like my life depended on it but to no avail. I still remained thirsty, quenching for more.

"I've seen Enid make less of a mess with a raw streak." My head popped up to see Wednesday standing in the doorway of my room, her head tilting when I heaved heavily, the wind blowing through my window not helping with her scent. "Thirsty?"

"You can't be in here." I said, leaning onto all fours as I tried to hold my breath. She didn't listen but instead kept walking forward until she stood right in front of me. "Wednesday, I'm not in control right now and I can hurt you."

"Sounds enjoyable." She crouched down and lowered onto her knees to now make eye contact with me. "What is the matter with you, Y/n?"

I silently shook my head, her close proximity now giving me no escape from her intoxicating smell. "I'm not use to animal blood yet." I said, feeling the pulsating from my fangs grow with each breath I took. "And I'm craving more."

"You're craving human blood?" She replied almost immediately, her eyes sparkling with less gore but something that resembled excitement. I nodded. "Why don't you simply go out and drain a normie? There are quite a few hikers this time of year."

I shook my head again. "It's apart of Nevermore's moral code. Plus Yoko would never forgive me for that." I swallowed thickly when she leaned closer, eyes locking on my fangs that seemed to grow by the second. "Wednesday-"

"Bite me." Did she just say what I think she said?! Her eyes lifted to mine again, a hint of a smile on her lips as she leaned closer. "I have been bitten by a plethora of creatures but never a vampire. I would quite like to know what it entails."

She's more crazy than I thought. "No way. I've only had human blood one other time and I almost killed them."

"Even better." She grabbed the sleeve of her black jacket and slid it up to reveal her equally as pale forearm. "Your groaning can be heard down the halls and I'm sure someone will be getting principal Weems soon because of your heaving. How are you going to explain to her that you're aching to consume human blood without getting an expulsion?"

Shit. If today was a testament of the future, I wouldn't be able to hide it for long. I truly didn't have any other choice. So, I looked down at her arm that, once again, outstretched to me and took it into my hand this time.

Swallowing thickly, I raised my eyes to see her staring back at me intently, her right eyebrow quirking up for a split second as a 'go ahead.' So I did.

Lifting her arm to my mouth, I took a second to calm the beating of a heart I didn't have. My lips were first to make contact with her skin. We were both cold to the touch but somehow I could feel the warmth spread across my skin when I pulled my lips apart. My teeth grazed her skin before I tilted my chin up, my fangs next to touch her skin. It didn't take much for me to puncture skin and that's when I heard a breath leave Wednesday.

It wasn't a breath of pain or conflicting, it was one of relief. I sunk deeper.

The first drop of blood hit the right side of my tongue and I nearly felt my entire being static like that of an old television. God, I could live right now and wouldn't mind. Sweet, dark, almost earthy. That's how she tasted and I loved it.

I pulled her arm up more and felt my tongue lay flat against her skin as I wrapped my lips around the section of skin to now create a suction. Now that I had a taste, I couldn't get enough. She was like a capri-sun on a hot day. But if the capri-sun was the only drink within a hundred miles and you were stranded in a desert. Thirst. She was my thirst quencher and I couldn't let go. I didn't want to let go.

As my fingers tightened around her wrist, the other sliding up to grip her elbow, I lifted my eyes and saw her looking back down at me. Her mouth, much like mine had earlier, was now hanging open as her chest lifted and dropped at a quick pace. She looked beautiful, even if her skin was draining the smallest ounce of color that she had.

She's losing color.. She's draining- I'm draining her.

With as much strength as I could muster, I lifted my mouth from her skin and let my fangs retract from the puncture wounds. Blood oozed from the holes and I desperately wanted to lean down to lick her clean. But that felt a bit more intimate than I'm sure she'd like. So, I settled on swiping her skin with my own hoodie sleeve.

When I looked back up at Wednesday, her eyes were glossy and fixated on the puncture wounds. "How was uh, how are you feeling?" I asked softly.

Her dark eyes slowly trailed upwards to meet my gaze. "The most painful bites are one of the viper and a bullet ant. Your bite trumps both." My eyebrows pulled together at the minuscule smile that creeped to her lips. "Thank you for crossing another experience off of my bucket list. Same time tomorrow?"

My mouth hung open in shock as she lifted up, already making her way to the door without looking back.

I just drank the blood of a human. But not just any human, Wednesday Addams.

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A dead girl walking

AU: I got so inspired by the song from the Heathers episode ‘A dead girl walking’ so I named this imagine after it.

Alert: Smut/badass girl

It was usual Friday night. I was at the Wyrm drinking shots of our favorite Tequilla with Tony. The booze was slowly taking control of me. Behind us the boys were playing the usual pool game. Sweet pea was winning, as usual. That made him scream on top of his lungs “Yeah”

We were getting annoyed with them. The non stop cockiness was getting exessive by the time of the third beer when Fangs and Sweet pea decided to bump into each other chests for yet another win over some other Serpents, who were older and a little more drunk than them.

“Are they for real? This is starting to really piss me off” I told Tony. She smiled at me behind the bar, pouring us another shots of Tequilla. We raised our glasses and locked them down.

“You know, maybe you need to do something about it. We both know you are sassy biotch. Go there and show them how you play and make them shut it.” she said poiting at the boys’ pool table with her head.

“You know what, Tony?! You are right! I’ll show them their places. It’s been something I really want to do so they can shut it once and for all.” I locked down yet another shot and went to the table. “So, you think you are great men, ha?”

“How much did you have to drink, northie?” Sweet pea said puffing his chest as a male peacock ready to fight for territory.

“Do want me to show you how a “northsider” can win this stupid game?” I stepped a little closer with my hands on my hips.

“Alright! But when you lose, don’t go crying in the bathroom. Take a stick, let’s see what you got! “ He crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“I would but I guess the only free one is up your ass!” I was so proud of myself of this line, especially when Tony came behind me laughing.

“You seem to have some serious competition here, Pea!” Tony told him.

“Fine by me! That’s a game of two. When I win, though, you will go up there and do a dance for us! Or you are going to chicken out now?” I am pretty sure he tried to scare me off by saying this, but that would never scare me. Actually, exactly the opposite. It only made me more eager to kick his ass.

“Good! But when I actually win over your pathetic game, you will take your ass up there boy, you will strip down and dance for all of the other Serpents.” I played him with some of his very own tricks.

“If you want to see me naked that much, I can take you to the restroom right now and show you some moves.” He pulled one of his side smiles.

“Are you sure there is something for me to see in there, boy?” I pointed to his dick with my finger as I looked him head to toe.

“ Just hit the balls!” He shoved the stick in my hand.

“It will hurt if I actully do it but okay” I laughed as I took the stick and hit the balls on the pool table making them go in all directions and some of them went inside the pockets. “It’s a little too crowded around this table boys. Move a little, cause I am getting hot.” I said as I gestured to Fangs and the older Serpent they played with to move back. I took my jacket leaving myself in tight off the shoulder shirt with deep cleavage. I aimed at another ball and bent down to hit it and send it directly to the pocket. Actually, my aim was not the ball but to distract Sweet pea so much that he wouldn’t be able to hit a ball straight.

For my misfortune, my ball skipped the pocket. He laughed and took his place aiming at the balls with his stick. I stood opposite him and pressed my hands on the table so I could bend down “casually” and clearly distract him. It didn’t really work. He was hitting the balls one after another until there was almost nothing left on the table.

“Are you fucking kidding me? How the hell did you do that?” I asked with my hand crossed in front of my chest making my boobs a little more squished. He came up to me, licked his lips, winked at me and tilted his head towards the pole where I had to do the dance.

“Brace yourself, babygirl. One more ball is left until I win that game and you go there and show me what you got.” he said aiming at the ball and shamelessly missing the pocket. “Dammit!” 

“Ha-ha! I guess it’s now or never. If I get this ball inside the pocket, you will show me what you got, babyboy.” I winked at him and flipped my hair back as I went and aimed at the last ball standing. With one swift and well counted hit, I sent it into the right corner pocked. I stood up, leaning on the stick, looking proud as ever when I told him “Now,go there and undress for me.”

“I always knew you want to see me naked, but if I go there and do the dance, that means you don’t get to touch any of the body part you see.” He laughed at me.

“Well, I guess I will be okay with that, but I really want to see how you dance and take off piece by piece.” I told him. Everyone around us who was watching our game, was rolling on the floor of laughter. “I’ll go and refresh a little so I can give you time to choose a song and prepare to go up there and wow us”

I went to the toilet and went straight to the mirror to take a look at myself. Seconds after that I heard the door open, close and then lock. I looked towards it and saw Sweet pea leaning on it, smirking at me.

“So, you want to see me dance and strip. Why don’t we take it to somewhere private where you can actully give me money for it.” he said

“I’d love that but unfortunately it seems there is nowhere to put those money in as it seems awfully small in there.” I said pointing to his dick again.

He just laughed and came towards me. He took me by the hand and pulled me into him slapping playfully my bum. “I think you had a couple more beers than you had to” I said. But, to be honest, I didn’t really fight back what he was pushing towards. 

“Don’t act like you don’t want it, too” he whispered to me as he pushed me back against the sink. I looked at his eyes and bit my lower lip. I could feel how hard he was because he was so pressed to my body. I took a hold of his shirt and pulled him so his lips met mine. 

His hands started travelling on my body making stops at the buttons of my jeans. He opened them and pushed his hand inside making me gasp at the sudden sensation of his warm hand touching me over my lacy underwear. He smiled in his kisses which were leaving wet marks on my neck as he was enjoying the sounds of my moans. His fingers were like experienced explorers, making me wet by the minute. I was biting my lip so hard I could almost feel the blood on it. My hands were exploring his bare chest under his shirt. His erection was growing harder and harder making me want him more and more. I started undoing his belt and the buttons of his jeans. He made sure to help me and himself as he pulled down my jeans and underwear and then his. I turned myself to face the mirror and he pushed my legs open by kicking my right leg gently to the side. We did not speak at all. Not one word was said. He bit his full lips and entered me in one motion. I let out a loud moan which made him smile. 

His trust were deep and fast. I was holding the sink tightly giving in the sensations of him filling me to the fullest. I wanted to scream and moan and swing my hips. I didn’t let myself scream, though. The fact that we could be heard was driving me crazy and scaring me at the same time. I moved my hips a little extracting a deep voiced moan from him. He was holding me tight. One hand was squeezing my breast while the other was drawing circles over my soft and aroused clit. I was so close to loosing it. I couldn’t contain myself. I could hear how wet I was. Every time he was pulling out, the wet sounds of us were making my head spin like a rollercoaster. I was getting weak in the knees as he continued to pull out and push back in his hard member.

I was sure he was getting closer to his orgasm. He was kissing my neck and biting gently my ear, all the while getting faster and faster with his trust. His hand was squeezing my breast hard which was making my nipples go hard between his fingers. His other hand continued to massage my clit making me throw my head back to his shoulder from pleasure. I was getting close, too. He knew it as I was getting really tight around his dick. I was losing all control as he was moving over my wet spot faster and faster. Soon enough I felt him come inside me which made me follow him right away, shaking with the waves of plasure. He contined to trust in me even though we both came hard. His hand found its way to my neck getly touching it. His trust became slow but still deep. His voice was husky and full of lust as he was moaning in my ear.

“I will pull out now, even though I really don’t want to. I will go to my bike like nothing happened, telling them I have to go because I feel drunk. You will come out after me telling Tony you have to go home for whatever reason. I will wait for you on my bike. You will come out the bar, get behind me on the bike and I will take you to my trailer where I will fuck your brains out. I will go all night. I will eat you out, then fuck you on the table, on the couch, on the bed and in the shower. I will leave marks all over your body and I swear to God, tomorrow, when you wake up, you will pleased as ever. And you will get wet every single time you even see me in school. Copy that!?” he whispered in my ear while his eyes were locked on mine  in the mirror.

I nodded, even though his slow post orgasmic trust were making me go closer to another orgasm and I didn’t want him to stop. But the idea of what will happen in his house based on his words made me so impatient to throw away all the clothes that I couldn’t breath properly. He kissed me hard on the lips. Then he pulled up his pants, rearranged his hair and left the toilet. I pulled myself together and tried to catch my breath. Tony, of course, knew what happened. I could see it in the way she looked and laughed at me. Still she pretented to believe me I had to get home and left me go. 

Just as he said, he was waiting for me on his bike. I took a seat behind him and we drove off into the night towards his trailer where I met the pleasures of a lifetime.

AU: I hope you like it. Please let me know if you want me write part 2 with what happens inside the trailer.

[honestgrins]

Can you write a Klaroline drabble where Caroline shows up in NOLA and shocks everyone but maybe Kol or Katherine when she says she's Klaus's wife? Cannon Caroline not original.

I Heard a Rumor

The club was filled with people and the chaos of a Friday night. Klaus preferred to avoid the rush of tourists, but Marcel kept the VIP lounge to a more tolerable set even during peak hours - usually.

“Don’t you just love this place?” Janet was hanging over the balcony to watch the crowds below, none too subtly pushing her ass back toward him. As one of the humans on staff to provide a live blood source, she was perfectly amiable to Klaus. He’d even become something of a regular customer for her given his penchant for the tinge of bourbon in her taste. However, it seemed she took the friendly flirtation of their transactions to heart, and she was testing his patience for more. 

Unfortunately for her, his patience was wearing thin. With a barely polite grimace, he downed the rest of his drink and made to stand. “It’s a bit rowdier than I like, love, so—”

She gave a rapturous giggle, only to fall into his lap and sprawl across him. “I like that you call me ‘love,’” she murmured, her mouth clumsy against his ear. “Let’s get out of here, and I’ll show you how much I like it.”

Rolling his eyes, Klaus was ready to speed out of there without bothering to set her back on her feet. The only thing that kept him in his crowded seat was the biting and all too familiar voice coming from behind him.

“Sorry, love, he won’t be available to accept whatever appreciation you have in mind.”

Both surprised — though for very different reasons — they turned to see Caroline Forbes facing them with a pageant-ready smile and murder in her eyes. She was stunning. Klaus couldn’t help a grin despite his earlier annoyance, and his brow arched in challenge. “Hello, sweetheart. Fancy meeting you here.”

Her jaw shifted almost imperceptibly to the left, but his companion didn’t seem to sense the rising tension as a threat. “Who the hell are you?”

Just like that, Caroline’s smile turned sharp with her fangs on full display. “I’m his wife, and you’re in my seat.”

The club was home to any number of vampires who heard her perfectly over the music, and more than a few froze at the sudden silence coming from him. The Klaus Mikaelson they knew would have reacted instantly, either with murder or some other violence, and they all seemed to wait for the ensuing mayhem. Even Janet finally grasped the discomfort of the moment, and she extricated herself from his lap with all the delicacy a human could manage. “I’ll just— Yeah, bye.”

Whatever show the club was waiting for, Klaus had more pressing concerns. “Shall we continue this interesting discussion at home?” he asked, though they both knew it wasn’t a question. Gently gripping Caroline’s arm, he flashed them back to the manor. He heard Kol and Rebekah meandering somewhere, and Elijah was likely on the premises as well. With that in mind, he brought her to the privacy of his studio and its soundproofing spell. Wisely, she waited until the door was shut to yank her arm free with a disgruntled huff. He merely smiled as he went to pour them some blooded wine. “That was quite the display you gave, sweetheart,” he said lightly, handing her a glass. “I have to admit: I didn’t see it coming.”

“Bullshit,” she snapped, setting aside the drink without indulging. His lips pursed; it was an excellent vintage, yet he was more perturbed at her outright refusal of his hospitality. Perhaps this wasn’t their usual spat to be easily resolved. Proving just that, she seemed truly distraught. “You promised to leave Mystic Falls, that my life was my own.”

“It is. I haven’t stepped foot in Virginia since that day.” Brow furrowed, Klaus felt an urgent need to reassure her. “I understand you need time to accept what I’m offering, and I am prepared to wait however long it takes. What on earth made you believe I’m encroaching on that promise?”

Last he heard, she wasn’t even in the States. They did chat by phone every so often, and when she’d mentioned a tour abroad, he had offered a list of his various estates that would be available to her should she wish. It was the caretaker of his dacha outside of Moscow who alerted him to her softening boundaries. He certainly had no intention of making her regret the change, let alone whatever caused this latest upset.

Watching him with suspicion, Caroline apparently wasn’t sure of his intentions at all. “Seriously? It wasn’t bad enough I ran into the stalkers you have ‘looking out for me’ in every city, but the one time I take you up on borrowing a place, you have the staff literally bowing to me. I wrote it off as a cultural thing at first, then I heard the whispers.”

“Though I refute your accusations of stalking, I will admit to warning some friends and enemies you are not to be trifled with in your travels. As for Dmitri, I merely asked him to welcome you as an honored guest, which you are.” 

She scoffed and crossed her arms in defiance. “Yeah, well, he wasn’t welcoming me as an honored guest. I overheard him chatting with his wife about meeting ‘the new mistress of the house.’”

Klaus shrugged, unconcerned. Satisfied the situation wasn’t more dire, he allowed himself to relax on his sofa, daring to pat the spot next to him. Caroline remained unmoved, and he rolled his eyes. “Perhaps the nature of your significance was lost in translation. You’re the one who came to my town and introduced yourself as my wife.”

“Because half of Russia thinks I am your wife!” With an indignant stamp of her foot, she seemed ready to tear her hair out — but she frowned more sedately at the blankness on his face. “You didn’t know?” 

Shaking his head, he honestly had no idea. “What happened, Caroline?”

Finally taking her drink, she dropped to the couch beside him with an embarrassed groan. “I stepped into exactly one vampire club, and people practically threw themselves out of my path. I assumed it was more of the same from you, until the guy I was flirting with was suddenly yanked away by a friend. He went white when he was told my husband would tear out his intestines and shove them down his throat.”

“A bit uncreative, that.”

“Klaus!”

“I don’t know,” he insisted, his frustration growing to match hers. Rubbing a hand across his mouth, he genuinely had no idea why anyone would think him married. Though he had many hopes and plans involving Caroline in his future, matrimony was a human tradition he’d never once considered. “Truly, this didn’t come from me.”

Sighing, she leaned back into the couch and nursed her wine, defeated. “Oh. Then, sorry for cockblocking, I guess.”

Klaus smirked at that, and he turned to face her more fully. “Are you really?” The lightest blush stained her cheeks, and he knew she was biting her tongue at the faint scent of her blood. Unable to resist, he reached his hand to rest on the back of her neck, his thumb rubbing into her hair. “New Orleans is a small town at heart, love, and you effectively announced yourself as my wife in the middle of town square.”

“To be fair, I thought you had told the whole world, and I wasn’t going to be the only one not getting laid because of it.”

“Ah.” He was torn between a wince and a laugh, so he settled for another sip of his drink instead. His other hand continued to massage her scalp, and he felt the tension slowly loosening within her. “I never meant to restrict your choices,” he promised. “Tempt you into choosing me, absolutely, but not like this.”

Finally, she relaxed into him, slouching until he could tuck her against his side. Some doubt lingered, though, he could tell. Perhaps it was a sign of growth on both their parts that he didn’t take offense and that she trusted him enough be honest. “But who else would want to spread a rumor like that about us? It’s not like anyone benefits if we really did do the Vegas wedding thing.”

His mouth twitched, and he flashed to the door, barely sparing a brief kiss to the top of her head. He tore it open, only for her to slam it shut again. Pressing her back to the wood, she kept a heavy glare on him. “Put those away, we both know you’re not going to bite me.”

With a reluctant growl, he forced his fangs to recede. “It’s not your blood I want at the moment, and it’s certainly not pleasure I seek.”

“Yeah, ‘cause revenge isn’t a pleasure for you,” she answered snidely. “Tell me what’s going on before you kill the blabbermouth.”

“This is something I have to do myself, sweetheart.”

“Hi, I might want to help! They screwed with both of us here, not just you.”

A half-smile formed without permission, the fondness he felt for her softer than he was comfortable acknowledging at the moment — especially when someone had proven all too willing to use their connection against him. “Few in New Orleans know about you, let alone your...effect on me. Only two would maliciously speak out of turn about that. And just one of those would dare to bind you to me forever, lest I be challenged to follow through.”

Her face was an open book to him, and he hoped she never lost that human nature to share every feeling she had as it happened. Confusion, calculation, consternation, they all boiled down to an annoyed scrunch of her nose. “Your family knows I exist, at least, I think so. I never actually met Elijah, but you two seem to have gotten over whatever grudge match was going on at home.” He gave a brief nod, fascinated at the determined way she thought it through. “I also doubt you told him about your fling with a baby vampire. Kol and Rebekah, on the other hand, probably didn’t need to be told.”

“Bekah still likes to complain that we defiled the entire wood within earshot,” he muttered, not that he could be particularly aggrieved at the memory of a sunny afternoon. “And you are no mere fling, Caroline.”

That lovely blush rose again, and she looked anywhere but at him as he crowded her against the door. Gently brushing the curtain of her hair back from her face, Klaus waited for her to gather herself. After a deep breath, she finally met him with a half-hearted glare. “Which Rebekah loathes, so she’s definitely not daring you to marry me by telling everyone else you already have.”

Silently agreeing, he hadn’t lowered his hand from where it settled on her cheek, and a thrill came when she leaned into it. “Kol, however, enjoys sowing chaos wherever he goes.”

“Yeah,” she groaned. “That sounds on brand, and I played right into it with this stupid payback stunt.”

“We always did share a flair for the dramatic.”

The laugh built in her throat before it burst out, filling the air between them until they were both smiling like fools. Her hands had curled into his shirt, one at his hip and the other over his heart. The slight tug of fabric was tempting, but he still kept his tentative distance. “I promised you time, and I meant it.”

Biting her lip, Caroline nodded. She didn’t let go of his shirt, either. “Does it have be all or nothing right now?” It was half a whisper, the barest hint of whine in her voice endearing. “Because you smell really good and it’s been a long time thanks to your stupid brother, and I might have missed you more than I realized, so can you just kiss me alrea—”

There would be consequences from the rumors of their marriage, and more than just those Kol would face. Caroline would be a target, either for those seeking Klaus’s favor or those out to destroy him. Her presence or absence from his daily life would be a noted occurrence, and more rumors would arise should they be seen with others instead. New pressures would exert force on the evolution of their relationship, something he had measured in decades and centuries without such attention. But they could deal with those consequences in time, together.

Later.

[caiuscassiuss]

Birched⎮D. Sicheng (M) P.2

Description: There was something that lurked beneath that pretty boy smile of Dong Sicheng— something dark, something dangerous… something you knew you would get pulled into once you got too curious. (Or, your ill-tempered coworker turns out to be your dominant.)

Part One is HERE 

Genre: BDSM/ enemies to lovers winwin! smut | romance | angst WC: 11k+ Warnings: graphic smut (dom! sicheng + sub! reader, BDSM (Bondage, Dominance, Submission, and Masochism) choking, rough sex), taboo relationship, blatant sexism, TW: mentions of an abusive relationship

(A/N: Thank you to my amazing beta @won-markiepooh-woo​ for helping me. This wouldn’t have been possible without you!)

Saturday February 1st, 2020

Y/N’s Apartment

10 AM HKT

The little jingle of a FaceTime call echoed through your silent apartment, and you snuggled into the sheets of your bed.

“Hello? Kun huang?”

A flash black hair and a sweet smile appeared within the view of the camera.

“Huang Gua!” you exclaimed.

Instantly, the happy smile slipped off his face and transformed into an annoyed expression.

“Can you not? We’ve been over this,” he complained.

“Oh come on! It’s so funny,” you jibed.

“It’s not.”

“You only used to eat cucumbers for years. You earned that name yourself.”

“So?” he snorted. “You used to eat shrimp chips as a kid. I don’t call you shrimp, do I?” A devious expression flashed over his face.

“Kun Huang…” you warned.

“Maybe I should start now. Right, shrimp?”

“Oh my god, stop!”

“No, shrimp. I can keep going, you know.”

“Okay, fine, fine. I submit!” You laughed.

He chuckled. “That’s what I thought.”

“So how are you now, Hendery? How’s your mom and dad? Oh my gosh, Hengwai!”

“I’m doing fine, as are mom and dad. Hengwai misses her little sister. They all want you to call them more. Sometimes I think they miss you more than me.” He pouted.

“Awww, poor baby. But give them my well wishes too! I miss everyone so much,” you said. For some reason, tears welled in your eyes.

Obviously, Hendery could tell you were about to start crying and started to panic.

“Y/N? Talk to me. Oh, you know I can’t take it if you start crying!”

He never really could. Even after many years spent together in your childhood, he was still awkward as hell around your tears.

You waved him off, swiping the tears. “I’m fine, I’m fine. It’s just so lonely around here.”

“Y/N…”

“I’m fine! I swear!”

“Literally, one word and I’m on a flight to Hong Kong. I’m not playing,” he said gravely.

“Hendery, no. Besides, don’t you have some farms to run? I would never expect you to do that.”

“One word, Y/N. Just one.” He looked you dead in the eye. 

You looked away. “Anyways, how are your farms going?”

A smile split his face and his eyes sparked. “Guess who just got their hundredth farm?”

Your jaw dropped. “No way, you’re fucking joking! One hundred?! I’m so proud of you! Kun Huang!” you squealed.

“Yeah, I know right? It’s so weird knowing so many people depend on me for their livelihoods now. I get sort of scared when I sit back and think about it…”

As Kun Huang went on about his day to day troubles in agriculture, a small, wistful smile played upon your lips. Why didn’t you just stay back and fall in love with Kun Huang? It would have been so easy. Being with Kun Huang was like breathing, and you could’ve spent the rest of your life like this. No Minghao, no BDSM, and most importantly, no… him.

Dolos.

Master?

Sicheng.

You hated how smoothly the puzzle pieces fit together. Sicheng always left early on Fridays, even though he always stayed late. At office parties, he lacked a significant other by his side, even when many would drop everything if he so much as winked at them.

It was hard not to think about him. You had started to feel an increase in your heartbeat whenever you thought of Dolos before Wednesday. You had originally wanted to know who was behind Dolos’ mask and if he returned those feelings. But, fuck, he would be so mad if he found out who you were.

Not to mention, how humiliating it would be if he knew. You had staked everything on being a cold-hearted bitch when Sicheng took particular pleasure in sneering at “the inherent submissiveness” of her gender. So if he found out Dove, who liked to be slapped during sex, and her, the la dame sans merci of the company, were the same person, it would destroy any chance of credibility you may have had in his eyes.

This was all one big mess. One big, gigantic and catastrophic mess. For so long you had rigorously kept your professional and personal lives apart, but the universe had conspired against you: to make the best dominant you ever had to also be your work nemesis.

Some higher being was laughing at you, you knew it.

Sunday February 2nd, 2020

The Dong Family Villa on the Shek O Peninsula, Hong Kong

1 PM HKT

A curl of disgust twisted his lips as he looked down on the lawn party going down below him. 

“Don’t you look happy, Sicheng.”

Sicheng acknowledged ChengCheng out of the corner of his eye and went back to glaring at the party in contempt.

“This is not how I wanted today to go.”

His childhood friend snorted and plopped himself down in a lawn chair, contemplating the blond haired man.

Sicheng spun around and picked up his glass of wine, downing the drink in one gulp. He settled himself next to ChengCheng with a frown.

“I just wanted to come here and fucking relax, but, no, my parents just had to use it for the fucking party. Fete. What-fucking-ever.” He exhaled loudly and ran his hands through his hair. 

Chengcheng looked over the balcony railing curiously. “Looks like a luncheon to me.”

“Fuck off.” 

“Christ, what’s up your ass?”

“Just some work stuff. It’s nothing.”

The brown-haired man frowned. “Then why aren’t you at Black’s then? Nothing can’t be resolved by a good fuck.”

At the mention of the club, a pained expression flashed over Sicheng’s face and his knuckles inadvertently tightened around the stem of his glass. The tension that had been in shoulders wounded itself up even more and this clued ChengCheng in.

Something other than work had Sicheng in knots. Very rarely did the blond man ever show he was angry—not even when his father lashed him as a child, nor when the family forced him to work for the company—so he was evidently very troubled by this ‘something’.

Sicheng’s phone rang and broke the silence. The man himself fished it out of his back pocket irritatedly.

“Excuse me for a moment, ChengCheng. I need to take this phone call.”

“Sicheng speaking,” he spoke as he stalked into the study.

“Hello sir, how are you—”

“Did you get the information or not?” Sicheng asked, cutting off the family’s retainer. His leg bounced, as he sat against the desk and he ran a weary hand through his hair.

“A-ah, unfortunately, Black’s doesn’t record pseudonyms digitally or on paper…”

“Fuck!” Sicheng yelled. Mr. Lau just had to be fucking careful, he thought irritably.

“... However, sir, I was able to obtain a membership list since the club was digitally updating their monthly list. I then compared it to the list from the previous month and found several missing names, indicative of them terminating their membership. I have compiled a dossier of several females that match your description of Dove and forwarded it to you.” 

Sicheng quickly logged into his laptop, his blood rushing through his ears. The identity of the most perfect submissive he’s ever had could literally be sitting in his inbox right now.

With trembling fingers, he opened the attachment.

Wang Fang, age 25—

“Sir?”

The blond man glared at his phone. “Thank you for your service, Liu Wei. Goodbye.”

Wang Fang was a tall, spindly woman with a face like a horse. The policy of privacy by masks was kind to her at Black’s. However, the jaw was all wrong and he knew in his gut she was not his Dove.

He scrolled to the next page. Leila Williams, age 27—British expat, was absolutely gorgeous. But, even through the screen, she exuded an unshakable aura of self-assurance. A dominatrix, probably, so that excluded her from his search.

He went through 2 or 3 more documents; each one too plain or too ordinary to be Dove.

Y/N L/N, age XX.

Sicheng blinked rapidly, sagging into his office chair.

Y/N is—was—a member at Black’s?

The picture provided was the one from her LinkedIn profile: a professional headshot with a grey background. She was smiling tightly, coldly—just as she was in the office. The other image provided instantly tented his pants.

It was her, clearly on a night out. She was in attire that flattered her body and he could easily see himself running his hands over her. Y/N looked fucking fantastic with her unbound hair, so unlike her tight updos at the office. However, what drew his eyes was the most vibrant shade of red painted on her lips, which was parted slightly as she was laughing.

He recognized that lipstick. The same shade of firetruck red had been smeared across Dove’s cheeks many, many times. YSL Rouge Satin Lipstick—the one he told her he liked and she, like a good girl, had religiously worn.

Could that mean…?

Glancing at the side bar, he noticed there was one more page left in the dossier. Please let the next one be Dove…

His hopes were instantly deflated. Kwon Myunghee was too old and too artificial to be his gorgeous submissive.

With his heart in his throat, he scrolled back to Y/N’s page. Enlarging the picture of her laughing, he put a hand over her eyes and leaned back to observe.

Sicheng would be an absolute fool if he did not recognize that mouth. Red fuck me! lipstick on an equally fuckable mouth parted in pleasure, or screaming his name while strung up on a cross. He would be an absolute fool if he did not recognize that neck, covered in purple and red hickies or his fingermarks. An absolute damn fool.

Yet, at this moment, he would’ve given anything to be one.

He felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. Y/N was… Dove? And Dove… was Y/N?

So why did she leave? How did she end up at Black’s? Did she know? Did she end up there on purpose? Why—

Eventually, all the questions piled up in his head until he was left winded. Sicheng buried his head in his hands, pulling at his blond locks and breathing heavily. Something was bubbling in his chest and—

He started to laugh. He cackled, howled, at his shitstorm of misfortune, luck, and confusion until he was sprawled undignified on the Oriental carpet, staring up at the intricate wood carvings on the ceiling.

Monday February 3rd, 2020

Sinochen Enterprises, Chater House, Central, Hong Kong

6 PM HKT

Shutting the door to your office, you collapsed into your chair and massaged your temples.

Today was the day Mr. Lee had left the office, leaving his official resignation. The top sales officials (including an off-color, brooding Sicheng) gathered in his office to congratulate him and give him an official goodbye. What was supposed to be a quick meet-up turned into afternoon drinking when Mr. Lee pulled out the good liquor from a secret cabinet underneath his desk. You accepted a drink with a grimace, but Sicheng declined and remained uncharacteristically detached the entire time. Granted, you too were detached from the conversation, uncomfortable with the lewd retirement and mistress jeers spouted by the older sales officials as they steadily got drunker and less inhibited.

As the time ended and a consensus to leave had been reached, you thought you could escape and actually work... that was until Mr. Lee walked alongside you and stuck himself in the elevator with you.

The bastard had the audacity to grope your ass in the crowded elevator. You shivered, remembering the awful and grimy feeling as his hot breath whispered in your ear that he was available any time for a “catch-up”.

This day was a mess. You had a shit-ton of work to catch up due to that fucking meeting and you had been sexually harrassed; you were also anxious about the promotion and, on top of that, you couldn’t seem to stop thinking about Sicheng.

Huffing, you ate some red-bean bread as you powered up your desktop. This was fucking ridiculous. You knew Sicheng had noticed your odd, reticent behavior around him and this skittishness was impeding your ability to work. Well, no better way to forget about your problems was to solve other ones at work.

For the next two hours, you slogged through work emails and analytics as the sun set over Kowloon Bay. Your hair had been unbound and your blazer had been messily thrown over the back of your chair as your work progressed. Since most of the office had left by now, you figured it was safe to relax in your office.

It was night time by the time you had finished your last project and you sat back in your chair, staring at the skyline. Was this how your life destined to be? At the top, surrounded by the comforts of life, but alone?

A knock sounded at the door, jolting you out of your thoughts.

Who the fuck would be at the office at 8 PM?

“Come in.”

You caught sight of a golden head of hair slipping inside of your office and you sighed. Of course, it was Sicheng.

He took a seat unbidden and stared at you with an indecipherable expression on his face. His eyes roamed the contours and curves of your features.

You arched an eyebrow. “Can I help you with anything, Sicheng? I’m about to leave the office.”

He fought with himself inwardly, his mouth opened and closed several times before he finally settled on what he wanted to say. “I’d like to ask a question.”

You adjusted yourself in the chair. “Feel free.”

From his blazer’s pocket, he pulled out an aged sheet of paper and slowly opened it, before setting it in front of you. Sicheng settled back in his chair and steepled his fingers over his lap, the lights of the Hong Kong skyline playing across his face and making his sharp features stand out.

“Do you recognize this?”

The blood literally froze in your veins as your eyes caught sight of your handwriting in the letter, along with the tear-stains that blotched the paper and the text. Your heartbeat rose to your throat and all you felt was the blood rushing in your ears.

“Y/N?” he prodded.

You gulped and straightened out your top, your fingers trembling as you did so.

“No, I don’t. W-who’s Dolos? Why does this concern me?” you lied, stumbling a bit.

He watched you, his eyes narrowed and his lips pursed.

“Don’t lie to me, Dove.”

“I-Dove? My name is Y/N,” you replied shakily. Grabbing your purse, you hurriedly stuffed all your personal belongings in while avoiding catching his seething stare. “Excuse me, I’d really like to get home.”

His jaw clenched and his palm twitched as he saw you had no desire to come clean.

“Look at me.”

Unthinking, you ceased all movements, put your trembling hands in your lap and looked up at him. “Sir?”

Your eyes widened and you slapped a hand over your mouth; your eyes darted around the room in search for an escape. You felt akin to a caged animal as he grinned meanly, incongruous on his cherubic features.

“That’s what I thought.”

“No—”

“You thought you could get away with this? You thought you could fucking play me?!”

You were aghast at seeing Dolos and Sicheng finally merging together in front of your eyes, and the result was grotesquely beautiful. His grin slipped off his face and twisted into a malevolent sneer. The naked fire in Dolos' gaze was finally unveiled in Sicheng’s eyes and, for the first time, you could see who Sicheng really was.

“Answer me, Dove—Y/N! Fuck, I don’t even know who you are anymore!” Sicheng shouted, running his hands through his hair while he paced around your office.

You stared unblinkingly at the bookshelf at the corner of the room. Fuck, this was all your nightmares coming true. You were going to be ruined and he was going to laugh on and on now that he knew you and Dove were the same.

“It was never supposed to end up like this,” you whispered hoarsely, tears welling up underneath your lashes.

“How was it supposed to end, huh? Fuck, you strung me along for six months—half a fucking year—”

“I didn’t fucking know, you ass! I wouldn’t have touched you with a ten foot pole if I knew who you were!” you hissed.

He laughed harshly. “You did a hell of a lot more than touch me, Dove. But after you got your fix, you pretended that this never happened.”

“You would’ve done the same, so this never did happen. Walk out right now and this will have never happened and we can go back to our normal, spiteful dynamic—”

“You’re out of your fucking mind, if you think—”

“You don’t understand, Sicheng! Can’t you see I’ll be ruined by this? That we’ll both be ruined by this? I can’t afford that!”

“So you thought to just leave me? With just a fucking letter and nothing else?”

“I didn’t know, okay! I didn’t know what to do!”

“You lied to me, Y/N. Fucking lied to my face!”

“I had to! Because you and I were never supposed to find out!”

Sicheng moved to yell, but clamped his jaw shut. “You lying, cheating, slut,” he seethed.

Your mouth trembled for a moment at the sheer vitriol that sprouted from his lips, but you stood tall. “You know what? Maybe I am. But I can live with that if you’d just fucking let it go!”

“You think I’d be able to let go of this?!” He cupped your jaw roughly and pulled you into a hungry kiss.

It wasn’t a smooth kiss—not one with even a hint of finesse. Lips smashed into lips, with tongue and teeth grappling against each other as his hands bruised your wrists.

Your back hit your desk and he swept your belongings off the desk haphazardly, letting go of your chin to lift you onto the desk with no effort.

“Forget my tongue on your skin? Forget my hands in between your thighs?” he murmured between hungry dips of his tongue. “I’ll fucking show you.”

He kissed down your neck, stopping to nip at your collarbone, and left a trail of stinging lovebites all over your shoulders. Sicheng’s hips pinned you into the desk as he popped each button of your blouse, hurriedly ripping it to the side to leave more hickies upon your chest and breasts.

You moaned as he pushed the cups of your bra down, using his wicked tone to swipe complicated patterns but never once touching your tips. Finally, he nipped at them hard causing you to squeal embarrassingly.

“S-sicheng,” you whimpered, gripping his hair as he pushed up your skirt.

The blond man carelessly pulled your underwear aside and thrusted two fingers in.

“Fuck!” you gasped, as you buried your red face in the crook of his neck.

You couldn’t see it, but you knew he was smirking smugly so your hands drifted down to his tented trousers and gripped his erection hard.

“You wanna fucking play? Let’s play, baby,” he grunted and hastily unbuckled his belt. His glorious cock sprung up in the space between your thighs.

Sicheng pushed your back down onto the desk, leaving him to tower over you. Without warning, he roughly pushed his cock into your slit.

You both groaned at the pleasurable friction. Fuck, how could you forget this? His length stretching you out deliciously? His broad shoulders heaving in exertion?

He bottomed out slowly, stilling as his hips pressed into yours. A sly smile glanced over his face as his hand drifted over your neck.

“Sicheng! You asshole, fucking move!” you said to him, thrusting your own hips weakly for effect.

His devilish smile split his angelic features, and he shook his head. “Wrong name, Dove.”

His hips pushed into yours roughly and you whined, scratching at the edges of your desk. Sicheng withdrew just as quickly and thrusted in again, watching the lust ripple upon your expression. He had missed the way your left eyebrow ticked when he brushed against your G-Spot, your nose scrunching as you clasped his shoulders. Finally seeing your full expressions fulfilled something in him that he didn’t care to reflect upon.

After deep, staccato thrusts that had you gasping for breath, he settled into a smooth rhythm. You slapped a hand over your mouth as your back bowed, thrusting your breasts up to his hungry perusal. Unable to resist temptation—the godless Tantalus he was—he settled his plump lips over your nipples, raised his eyes to yours, and sucked.

Even with your palm practically stuffed in your lips, your keen echoed around the room loudly and slick dripped down your thighs, making the desk underneath your bottom sticky and wet.

He tsked, lifting his head up and looked deeply into your eyes. A slight grin settled over his lips and Sicheng tilted his head mockingly. “Oh sweet girl, haven’t you forgotten we’re in an office?” His eyes darkened even more. “I’ll have to keep you quiet, then, whore.”

His featherlight touches on your rib cage was replaced with a bruising grasp to your throat, stealing the air out of you. His wrist settled into your collar bone and his slender fingers mimicked playing the piano, placing pressure on different parts on your throat to an unheard rhythm. The blood rushed to your ears, the dizzying sensation of it blurring your sight and distorting your thoughts. The veins on his forehand, twisting and rippling in the light, caught your vision and he moved—ever so roughly—into you.

Sicheng set a new pace, stretching your legs even wider and your head fell back onto the desk with a thunk. You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe; you just felt the numbing sort of pleasure that radiated from your pussy.

“Fucking slut,” he gasped. “You’ve bewitched me, haven’t you? Wrapped yourself around my brain and haven’t let me so much as breathe without thinking about you.” His grip tightened around your neck. “I’ll show you.”

Suddenly, your phone on the floor rang and you both froze. He released the grip on your neck and bent down.

His back was like one of those old sketches the masters of the age practiced with, the light played upon his back and his muscles rippled under his skin—belying the power hidden within him.

“Who the fuck is Kunhuang,” he said flatly, wrath bubbling in his words.

You sat up. “H-he’s a friend. Nobody. No one.” 

“See you soon, love,” he read mockingly. “Call me when you have time.”

Sicheng crowded into your space, your eyes jumping around to avoid looking at his incensed face.

“Kunhuang.” He spat like it was filth upon his lips. “You left me for him?”

Feeling his constrained fierceness and his frantic gaze, you pushed harshly at his chest and bared your teeth at him. “It’s not like that. He’s my childhood friend!”

His rage bubbled to the surface and his nostrils flared. It was all the warning you had before he suddenly took your hips and flipped, forcing a scream out of you.

Your chest and breasts now pressed against your desk. Sicheng tugged you down to his hips, lifting one of your legs to rest on your desk and exposed your core to him shamefully. 

“I’ll take you from behind like the whore you are,” he stated. His rough tenor the grating upon your ears and scraping upon your skin.

He lined up and thrusted hard and you bit your lip, cheek against your deck and tears streaming down your face. It felt so good to be in his embrace, feeling every vein and ridge of his cock rub against your muscles.

Soon, you felt that feeling rising in your stomach, burning behind his eyelids as your orgasm began to build. His hands grasped your throat and he pulled, bowing your back to his chest and forcing his mouth to yours.

Teeth and tongue clashed and his cock hit this spot in you and you screamed into his mouth, tensing up beneath him as you shuddered painfully.

A grunt left him as he felt your muscles nearly strangle his cock and he only lasted a few, staccato thrusts until his vision went white.

Wednesday, February 13th, 2020

Sinochen Enterprises, Chater House, Central, Hong Kong

7 AM HKT

You purposely did not look into Sicheng’s office window as you strode briskly down the hall with a coffee in your hand. 

A few days ago felt like a watershed moment, but after you two had caught your breaths, the sheer amount of emotions in the room—frustration, satiation, anger, hunger—weighed upon your lips and forced them shut. He had quickly dressed himself, not saying a word, but he casted a glance in your direction that was undecipherable and left.

You, at the moment, did not know how to feel. Hurt? Angry? Sad? But you settled upon your usual solution: ignoring that anything had happened and resuming the normal.

Alas, the fates were unkind. They neatly disposed of your plans to avoid the man when the two of you were scheduled to meet with other sales heads in the afternoon. Unfortunately, when the time came to be, you and Sicheng were the first ones there.

He studiously avoided looking at you, busying himself by opening up his laptop and flipping to a new page on his legal pad. You ignored him as well, scrolling through the latest news on your webpage. However, as the seconds ticked by, you could not resist resting your eyes upon him. It felt like a damn magnet was pulling your gaze to him.

He looked good today, from the brief glances you stole at him. Freshly shaven, his hair was styled neatly and he was in a dark green, cashmere sweater. Was this your fate? To be shamefully attracted to a man that equally repelled you?

“Interesting.”

The both of you shot a look at the door, where an unrecognizable, lanky man with a proud, straight nose was peering down upon you and swinging a plastic bag in his hand.

“Chengcheng? What the hell are you doing here?”

Completely ignoring Sicheng, he settled his lidded gaze upon you before his eyes lit up in recognition.

“So you’re the one that has shaken him, then.”

Dead silence permeated the room. He looked at the two shocked faces, both ashen. “What? Are you going to tell me I’m wrong? Please. I’d have to be deaf, blind, and dumb to ignore the way you two gravitate to each other.”

Your two quick glances that were meant to be unnoticed clashed, resulting in your eyes meeting. You both turned your eyes away.

Chengcheng snorted, as if that moment confirmed everything for him, and he chucked a bag at Sicheng.

“You forgot your lunch, remember?”

Sicheng’s jaw tightened. “Thank you.”

Once again, awkward silence reigned and ChengCheng’s eyes switched back and forth between you like a particularly exciting tennis match.

“You two need to talk. You’ll both age prematurely at this rate, with the angst you two are producing. Talk.”

He left with a wave, striding down the hall casually and stealing many of your female coworkers’ gazes.

“... He’s right, you know.”

Sicheng’s eyes flicked up to yours and he focused his full attention on you. Intensely, he contemplated you, tongue poking at the sides of his mouth.

“I agree. We can meet—” he cut himself off, looking around surreptitiously. “—at Black’s.”

You sucked your lip in between your teeth. “Fine. Neutral ground.”

He took a good, long look at you, like a man seeing water after seeing nothing but sand. 

“Tonight. At 8.”

Thursday, February 13th, 2020

Black’s

7:50 PM HKT

Strangely enough, you felt comfortable despite the jittery nerves under your skin as you walked into Black’s. 

The receptionist had given you a knowing look as you repeated the guest password, letting you in without question. You strapped on the standard, white lace mask and steeled yourself, opening the mahogany doors.

The club was abnormally busy; the guests and members crowded the couches and loitered on the floor. The quiet string music that could usually be heard was masked by the loud chattering of the people in the room.

“Is that you, Dove?”

You spun around to see the smiling, wizened face of Mr. Liu.

A grin broke out on your face and you took his hands. “Mister Liu! It is wonderful to see you.”

“I am happy to see you as well.” He chuckled with his eyes gleaming fondly at you. “Have you decided to visit this old man?”

Playfully, you lightly smacked his shoulder.

Mr. Liu was an important figure to you. All those months ago, when you arrived at Black’s to be screened, as a potential member and straight out of a relationship with Minghao—broken, shattered, hollow—he took one look at you and said no.

Why? You remembered asking tearfully. Am I not pretty enough? Rich enough?

He searched your pale, wan face, as if seeing the emotional scars Minghao had lashed into you, before sighing.

You shouldn’t be asking me that. Are you enough for yourself?

Confused, you had asked him to elaborate. He sympathetically replied that he could see you were entering the club for the wrong reasons. You were different, he’d said. You looked so innocent that he could not morally allow you into the club, despite the depraved patrons that gained membership. He knew, at the time, entering the club would cripple you.

So, what now? You asked, confused. He said he would keep your file open until you came back ‘at the right time.’

The ‘right time?’

You will know it when it comes.

And somehow, you did. After a few months of picking the pieces of yourself together and stabilizing your life, you had grown into a physically and emotionally healthy person. The “right moment” came and you sat in his quaint little office again, opposite of a smiling Mr. Liu as he stamped his approval.

After chatting a few moments, the volume in the room increased slightly and you frowned.

“Why is it so busy today?”

He arched an eyebrow. “Do you know what today is?”

“No?”

“Today is the evening before Valentine’s day, dear girl.”

“... Oh.”

New information in hand, you looked at the scene more closely. You could see that some couples in the crowd seemed to curl into each other, the affectionate brushes and knowing glances giving you a sick, sick feeling.

And that’s when you saw Sicheng.

Even masked, he drew attention from the members—attached and non-attached. His lean, fit form struck a figure and you couldn’t turn away from him.

He looked directly into your eyes and only a few seconds passed by as you two observed each other.

“Sicheng somehow found out, hm? Clever, devious boy.” Mr. Liu observed the dynamic much like ChengCheng earlier. His gaze was enraptured how the two of you clashed yet sunk into each other, the way two tidal waves—in a rare moment of offbeat rhythm—struck each other and subsequently merged. Push, pull, push, pull.

“Listen to him and he will listen to you. You two match more than you think,” he advised, bowed, and sunk off into the backrooms.

“Sicheng.”

“Y/N.”

Frustratingly, his face was unreadable. Nevertheless, he offered you his arm (a surprising show of manners) and he led you to a place you had never seen before.

This place was much less pristine than the rest of the club. The wallpaper was older, much more faded, and the wood looked much more worn.

This was one of Mr. Liu’s apartments.

The pair of you entered a comfortable sitting room with the lights low, to which only large candles had been lit.

He made sure you were properly ensconced into an armchair before he turned his back towards you and made his way to the drink carts.

“Would you like something to drink?” Sicheng asked, voice measured.

“A gin tonic would be wonderful.”

After carefully making your drink and pouring himself a healthy 4 fingers of bourbon, he handed your glass to you and sat down in the chair opposite of you.

Silence permeated awkwardly and you turned your eyes towards the tapestry in the middle of the room, giving yourself something to do.

“Were those feelings true?” he asked, not looking at you.

“Elaborate, please.”

“The last night…” He looked quickly at you, before turning his eyes away and clenching his jaw. “The last night we were together.”

“Ah.”

Absolutely, unequivocally. Dolos was everything you had searched for in Minghao and, while your relationship was unusual, you could not deny the string between you two.

Something burned at your eyes and you bit the inside of your cheek.

“Yes. Then and now,” you stated, opening yourself up for an attack.

His eyes widened and the twitching in his fingers stopped.

“And you, Sicheng?” you enquired boldly.

“Always,” he stated without hesitation. “It was never something as trivial as pillow talk.”

Seeing as he was on the brink of closing off, due to his rare moment of vulnerableness, you wrapped your hand around his.

His eyes shot to yours, then to your linked hands, before tightening his grip.

“I don’t know where to start,” you confessed. “I… One thing that has always been on my mind—why did you dislike me so much?”

He smiled bitterly. “Sometimes, I forget that you don’t see the way I see you. You are a smart, dauntless woman, who’s pushed all my buttons. It all just built and built upon each other until I found you—Dove—here.” He pauses. “I projected my frustrations onto Dove—you—here. But never, for a moment, doubt my feelings aren’t genuine.”

You pursed your lips. “Forgive me, but I cannot accept your accusations of me being the office slut—very rude, by the way—were without malice. You constantly pushed me down, clashed with me in the workplace and you were just plain classist.”

Sicheng’s eyes were casted down, but his grip was steady. “I will not lie. Those words I spat at you were with malice. But now, in retrospect, they were nothing more but words of immature frustration that I channeled towards you. I know that I cannot take them back and they will forever linger in the air between us, but I can apologize and recognize those words were completely unacceptable.”

He angled his body fully towards you and clasped your hand in both of his. “I am sorry for my actions. My anger was misplaced and the sentiments do not represent me anymore. I am sorry and I hope you can forgive me.”

“And then what? What do you want now, Sicheng?” An edge of desperation tinged your voice.

He smiled bitterly at you. “Everyday, the smell of you lingers and I, like Pavlov’s dog, cannot help but feel an ache in the marrow of my bones when I see your crimson red lips. Every night, when I go to bed, you are seared across the back of my eyelids and I cannot escape you, even in my dreams.” He paused. “I want you, or whatever scraps you’re willing to toss me.”

A sharp exhale left you nose and you blinked rapidly. “I don’t want to get hurt. You get off on hurting people.”

“With your consent.”

“Say I want a completely vanilla relationship,” you challenged. He didn’t flinch. “What about then?”

Sicheng clenched his jaw and held your gaze fiercely. “Anything.”

“I hate that you are all I’ve wanted in a man,” you admitted unwillingly. He hummed. “Will we be each other’s destruction? Or will we be each other’s maker?” you pondered nonsensically.

“Aren’t we already both?” he retorted.

Slowly, without releasing his hand, you rose from your chair and lowered yourself into his lap. His eyes traced your every movement. For a few, brief moments, you looked into each other’s eyes without the obsurance of a mask or the encumbrance of a workplace rivalry. Your left hand cupped his cheekbone and stroked the skin underneath his eye.

“This will be interesting,” you said.

He gave no sign of reaction, but tilted his head into your palm and closed his eyes. “After us, the flood,” he recited.

Monday, March 2nd, 2020

Sinochen Enterprises, Chater House, Central, Hong Kong

7:50 PM HKT

A secret grin tugged at your lips as you looked across the table at Sicheng, who was intensely focused on the presentation your coworker was giving. Perhaps he’d felt the weight of your gaze on him as he chanced a glance at you and gave you a small smirk.

The past month in your relationship with Sicheng was equally fulfilling and frustrating. There were times where both of you deliberately looked for a fight or misinterpreted each other, but there were also times you could shed your layers and just be yourselves with the other.

Even each fight, where you or Sicheng stormed out, or broke things, you came back to each other at the end. Pushing, pulling, pushing, pulling relentlessly. The flood, indeed.

You focused back in on the meeting and contributed to the smatter of clapter for the end of your coworker’s presentation. As he turned off the projector and people stood up to leave,  Xiao Daiyu—the interim head of the Sales department—stopped you and Sicheng.

“Y/N, Sicheng, please stay back for a moment. I’d like to talk to you about Mr. Lee’s replacement.”

You and Sicheng glanced at each other and you sat back down. A while ago, you had both agreed the decision wasn’t going to break the quiet relationship you had built. It was going to be sour. You knew, when someone was chosen, things could get messy and awkward. But this… this was too good.

Daiyu sat down and put her hands together. “After much decision and going through your interviews, the CEO has stepped in and we are sorry to say neither of you are getting the position.”

You jerked your head around to Sicheng and he did the same—wild confusion and anger in both of your eyes. Both your years of loyalty and dedication are being passed over?

“Instead, we have decided to hire outside the company for some fresh intake. He may be young, but it comes to us that he’s highly recommended and would fit in with our culture well.”

A sour feeling came to your stomach and you narrowed your eyes, resisting the urge to frown. They had decided to hire outside the company? This is how they decide to reward their workers? This was betrayal.

Glancing over, you could see Sicheng felt the same. His right hand grasped the arm of the chair tightly and you could see his knuckles turning white.

“I’d like to meet him and he’s coming—” She took a glance at her watch. “—right about now.”

A knock came from the door and a head of messy black hair peaked into the room.

“Daiyu laoban, great to see you.”

No. This could not be happening to you.

The wire glasses. The tall, lanky frame that filled the doorway. The almond shaped eyes hiding behind pitch-black hair, as black his shriveled little heart.

Daiyu, like the little bitch she was, giggled. “Y/N, Sicheng, please meet your new Sales Head: Xu Minghao.”

His eyes focused on you and your world suddenly felt tilted, careening sideways while the nausea hit you all at once.

“Nice to meet you,” he said cheerfully.

You could feel Sicheng’s concern radiating from him at your ashen face and look of shock, but you couldn't even think as flashes of blood and tears and pain shuddered throughout your body.

His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m pleased to be working with you!”

(”After us, the flood” or “Aprés nous, le deluge” is an expression from Madame Pompadour, King Louis XV’s lover.)

And it’s finished. Thank you. Please don’t forget to read, comment, and reblog. I love you all and goodbye.

[statticscribbles]

Pining

Summary: Sweet Pea/Reader- Sweet Pea wants an actual relationship, his friends see fit to interfere.

You turn back to Toni ignoring the sigh you can hear from Sweet Pea; you hate how much his wistfulness bothers you. When he sighs again you snap, turning to him, but Toni beats you to it. “Would it kill you to be discreet about it?” Toni laughs at Sweet Pea’s shocked face. “About what?” “How much you pine after Jones and Cooper, I get they’re like the perfect couple, but they’re a couple neither of them want anyone else. Drop it; your heartbroken pinning isn’t going to sway them.” She speaks and you laugh with her nodding as Sweet Pea tries to defend himself. “Well if you don’t love at least one of them, why do you sigh every time they do anything couple-y.” Fangs counters and Sweet Pea shrugs. “I want that. What they have, that closeness, what Toni and Cheryl have.” “You want a relationship? What happened to Vivian then?”

“No, I want a soulmate; and Vivian wasn’t into me; just the whole-“ “Scary Serpent vibe right? Was she disappointed when she found out you’re practically a teddy bear.” You smirk and Sweet Pea rolls his eyes. “Shut it Y/N I’m nothing of the sort. I am a serpent, therefore I’m terrifying and a bad boy.” “Mhm, but you’re also the guy who spend half of fifth grade saving the worms on the sidewalk.”

“You asked me to, so I had no choice.” He crosses his arms. “And you spend three days outside Fang’s house when he broke his arm.” Toni laughs. “Also you spent all last summer tutoring me in chemistry.” You add and he waves his hands, thumping them onto the table. “Enough! I have a neck tattoo, I’m a scary Serpent!” You smirk nodding, biting down another peal of laughter before you pitch your voice up and wiggle your fingers at him.

“I’m a scaryyyy serpennntttttt” you mock and he blanks his face. “When I kill you they won’t find the body.” “Like you could ever kill me.” You smile standing as the bell rings returning to class from lunch.

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You watch him more after that noting how the sighing, the longing looks are not directed at Betty, or Jughead, but their clasped hands, the moments they lean on each other. Whenever Jughead runs his hands over hers, or they stay a moment too long in a hug. You stay silent, content to watch him watching; to let him suffer in his own bubble; no sense in dragging an unrequited crush into the mix. No need to make him feel guilty on top of lonely. You soften after he confesses his want for a relationship, you feel no need to be jealous; not of something that has yet to exist. “So then, what do you want in a soulmate?”

“You trying to set me up then?” Sweet Pea narrows his eyes at Fangs and Toni. “Of course; we’re your best friends, we know you inside and out, plus we’re both in relationships; so Y/N doesn’t count cause she’s single.” Fang’s eyes light up and you can see Toni nod a fraction. You sigh nodding to them. “Alright, what am I doing to help then?” Toni smirks. “Cheryl’s going to ask you a few questions. After Sweet Pea answers them.” “Cheryl? You’re getting Cheryl involved?” Sweet Pea glares. “We were going to get Jones and Cooper in on it; but it seems better to not.” “Plus Cheryl doesn’t know you as well as us which could prove to be interesting when selecting potential soulmates.” Fangs smirks as Cheryl nods. “Alright then, let’s start with the basic’s; favourite colour?”

“Do you really think I’m shallow enough not to date someone based on their favourite colour?” Sweet pea scoffs. “It’s green.” “What shade?” Cheryl pulls a pen and notebook out. “Mint Green.” “You know you can’t lie; this won’t work if you don’t tell the truth.” Cheryl looks unimpressed and Sweet Pea groans. “I like pastel’s okay, they’re soothing.” He states as he flips her off. She laughs. “Just a few more then-“ You leave once Toni lets you know they’re not even halfway through with Sweet Pea’s questions and that she’ll call you later when they need your help.

—————————————————————————————– It takes two more days; in between classes for Sweet Pea to finish whatever soulmate questionnaire Cheryl and Toni had created. You laugh when he cheers as Cheryl folds the paper and puts it away. “Now we’ll just go around to everyone who’s single and then set you up on dates on the weekend.” “You’ll what now?” Sweet Pea stares at them and Toni laughs. “Don’t worry we’re funding the Pop’s meals and access into La Bonne Nuit.” Cheryl pats him on the shoulder. “So who’s up first?” “Well it wouldn’t be a blind date unless you didn’t know. Besides we have to actually ask everyone first.” “You’re wasting your time.”

“Really? You complain about being single every other day and it’s not like you have your eyes on anyone, otherwise you would have asked them out already.” Cheryl comments and both you and Fangs gasp. “Oh my god you do like someone!!! You have to tell us! We can set you up.” “It’s not like that; we can’t be together.” “Anything else cliché you wanna say?  No, good, you’ll meet your first date at pop’s eight pm this Friday.”

“So why wouldn’t you tell us who you’re crushing on?” You ask as you and Sweet Pea walk home to Sunnyside. “Well we can’t be together, she’s way outta my league and besides that she’d never want me.” He shrugs and gestures to himself. “Come on Pea you’re a catch to anyone; any of those Northsider’s would be lucky to have you.”

“We’re all Northsider’s now.” He laughs and you nod. “I mean the like ‘original Northsiders.’ You know they fawn over you cause you’re a ‘bad boy’ or whatever.” You roll your eyes; as he nods. “The most badass.” “You’ll scare them all off acting like that.” Cheryl appears and smirks handing him an envelope.

“The time, and location, also what you should wear. I’ve taken the liberty to match your clothes to her favourite colour, so hopefully it’s a positive association.” Sweet Pea opens the envelope scanning it. “I thought you were the only one allowed to wear red.” “I am, the red is just an accent colour.” “If you make me wear a tie to Pop’s..” “Relax Toni said you had a red plaid monstrosity of a shirt.” “You wear plaid..” Sweet pea fires back and Cheryl nods. “Yes, tastefully. Now go get ready.” “You said it was at eight pm!” “There was a change of plans!” She shouts after him as he shoves the letter into your hands.

“So who is it?” Cheryl smirks at your question. “Ginger; you know the Vixen who stares at him anytime he gets sent to find Toni for meetings.” You nod, you know Ginger, she’s nice; still you can’t help the jealousy that bubbles in the back of your throat. You crush it down as Toni and Fangs ask about them. “Ginger, apparently.” You silently cheer when Fangs scowls. “Didn’t he and Ginger break up cause she wanted to sleep with Jones?” Toni questions and you nod.

“Well she tried to sleep with him, when he and Betty had that fight remember?” They both nod and cringe. “Well tonight should be fun then. Cheryl booked us front row seats to watch what’s going to be a disaster.”

—————————���————————————————- Sweet Pea glowers at the table as you sit with Toni and Fangs drinking the shake Fangs ordered for you. “Y/N how’s he holding up.”

“He’s been glaring for six whole minutes. I’m pretty sure he’d melting my shake with the heat from his anger. How much you wanna bet he scares Ginger off.” “You’re just saying that cause you want him to scare her off.” “Of course.” You know they know about your crush; even if you’ve never voiced it; Toni still had Cheryl question you. You remind yourself to ask how much you and Sweet Pea hand in common once he finds whoever he wants to be his soulmate.

He waves Ginger over and she smiles at him leaning over the table to give him a half hug. You’re too far away to hear anything, but when Toni casually decides to walk to the bathroom she returns laughs patting your back. “Nothing to worry about Ginger brought up him being higher in the Serpent’s now.” “That’s a lot to worry about;” Fangs slumps slightly and you look confused at him. “It means he’s going to whine to me about it now; I’ll have to listen to him complain over and over. I hate this plan.” You laugh looking up to Sweet Pea continuing to glare at your table. —————————————————————————

It takes five more disastrous dates before Sweet Pea vows to give up if the next one doesn’t work out. “Sweet Pea, no you can’t give up, we still have at least seven more after this and-“ “No, if this one doesn’t work out I’m done. I’ll just try to date on my own. I appreciate the help; I really do, but its obviously not working.” He slumps in his chair and Cheryl and Toni share some sort of coded look. “So what’s the plan this time? Maybe something where he doesn’t whine so much, Fangs complains to me about him complaining about your plans.” You eye Cheryl’s smile wearily.

“This was meant to be our sort of last ditch effort. A surefire match, both of them put down almost identical answers” You arch an eyebrow. “Wow, well why not put them first then?” “Had to give him something to look forward too. We have it set for six pm a Pop’s.” “Okay, so Toni, Fangs and I will be on lookout duty then?” You turn when they stay silent. “Fangs and I will.”

“No, there’s no way I’m going on a pity date.” “Did you miss the part where- “ Fangs hisses but Toni shouts over him “Hey Sweet Pea, just this one date, we swear! Everything is taken care of, all you have to do is show up.” Toni clasps her hands together as he walks back up. “Please Sweet Pea, just this last one.” He sighs shaking his head. “No I’m done.” “I’ll tell the girl you have a crush on you like her.” Fangs threatens. “Wait you know who he has a crush on?” Cheryl turns from Fangs to Sweet Pea.

“Yeah he told me ages ago. I’m not about to rat him out, but you already made reservations and everything so I would be a huge waste to not go.” He guilts Sweet Pea into a frustrated agreement as he walks away smirking. “Wait, Pop’s doesn’t do reservations!” Sweet Pea shouts after him. “No backing out, I already let her know the date’s on.” Toni laughs as Sweet Pea scowls. You keep your phone hidden knowing the text chime is from Toni most likely.

—————————————————————————————- You understand Sweet Pea’s annoyance when he went on the other dates that you and the others were watching; you’re pretty sure Fangs won’t make eye contact with you anymore with the amount you’ve been glaring. “Hey Y/N you hear to spy on me one last time? I’m sure you’ve been loving the free meals though.” He laughs and you nod. “Yeah it’s pretty nice, I’m surprised you don’t just play along more for the free meals.”

“Well having decent company helps, I’m praying this date isn’t as shit as the last ones. I get we’re supposed to have matched like all the questions or whatever but that could just be guessing and luck.” He shrugs and you nod. “It’s a good attempt, plus you were so whiny about finding a soulmate.” He laughs again nodding.

“Yeah but I’d much rather be spending the night with you or Fangs.” “Well Fangs is busy.” You laugh as you both look to see Fangs glaring back. “And you are I’d assume, stuck on babysitting duty to make sure I don’t screw up my last chance at pre-destined love.” He dramatically shakes your shoulders.

“Actually I have a date.” You look confused when his face falls for a second. “Oh, maybe you’d double with me, for moral support?” His laugh sounds almost sad but you brush it off. “Can’t really double date with just the two of us yeah?” You stand nervously as Sweet Pea moves towards Fangs. “You said you wouldn’t rat me out.” He hisses under his breath and Toni smirks. “I didn’t she just matched most of the questions.” He holds his hands up and Sweet Pea nods returning to your side.

“Well, shall we sit then, you can tell me things I already know about you, and I can tell you the same.” He smiles and you follow him to the booth. “Now since Cheryl is paying I vote we order he most expensive shit we can and bring it back to mine to eat for the next few days.”

“I don’ think burgers will keep in your trailer for days Pea. Besides we can just come back.” “We haven’t even finished out first date and you’re already gunning for a second one?” You beam at him as you both pretend not to notice the flush on each other’s faces when your hands brush at the menus.

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[passcridae]

Friday 16th April, 2021; late evening Clubs territory; the Armory Referencing; No specific tws, but it gets violent and gross.

Everything inside Sparrow’s body -- every muscle, every sinew, every tendon -- was pulled tight as a bowstring as he slunk with whisper-quiet steps through the darker, quieter abandoned halls of the Armory.

The assassin was what absolutely no one would refer to as a team player, even less so when it came to the front lines, regardless of on the battlefield or well contained within the tight confines of the Club faction’s streets. He wasn’t a part of any resistance group or vanguard, not when the leaders knew how best he operated -- and that was alone. Sparrow had arrived alone and would likely leave alone, given free reign to stalk the maze-like halls and pick off anyone and everyone he could, artfully unlocking doors to leave them wide open in his wake.

So too in his wake did he leave warm blood pooled in as many halls as he could, damp and tacky on the tattooed fingers Sparrow had loosely but skillfully wrapped around the handle of his blade. It was a long, slender thing, his dagger, designed to slip effortlessly between panels of armor and glance off of bone to where the razor-sharp edge could do the most damage. He felt more exposed without shifting, but the corners were too claustrophobic and the stone too well fit even for the smallest of his animals. A last resort, if he had to.

Sparrow could hear an indistinct cacophony echoing through the cold halls, but it was too far away for him to recognize the voices or pick out any meaning, so he largely ignored it other than to put his back to the majority of the chaos. Stalking steps rounded another corner as he kept to the shadows, and it didn’t take long for him to spot his next target: a tall, muscular woman, hand on a mace at her hip as she faced where the chaos was coming from, oblivious to the danger behind her. Sparrow smiled, fanged even in the absence of his fangs.

Two swift, bounding steps brought him close enough to his quarry to leap, knees connecting with the small of the woman’s back and one arm wrapping around her shoulders to hold himself in place, plunging his blade diagonally into the space between her neck and shoulder.

Something was wrong.

The dagger pierced, but not deep enough -- the woman bellowed in pain and Sparrow’s breath caught in his throat. A Strongarm. Flesh too stubborn to rend, muscles halting Sparrow’s blade far too far from her heart. His surprise prevented him from leaping away fast enough, and not before the meat of her hand closed around his forearm, dragging the young Shifter over her shoulder like a ragdoll.

“What’s this?” she sneered, holding him aloft with a bruising grip, Sparrow’s toes scrabbling for purchase on the stone as his nails bit and scratched ineffectually at the hand locked around his arm. The guard withdrew the blade from her shoulder as if it were nothing but an inconvenience, an annoyance, and threw it aside without a second thought. She gave him a rough shake and something like a growl bubbled up from Sparrow’s throat, low and feral. The Strongarm simply laughed, a harsh, caustic sound that echoed mockingly through the hall. “You’re too far from your friends, boy. No one will hear you if I--”

Her grip tightened with brutal effortlessness, and the bones in Sparrow’s arm cracked easily under the pressure. He cried out in surprise, tears pricking hotly at the corners of his eyes as pain shot up his arm, immobilizing him. He didn’t dare move and make the injury worse, but at this point it didn’t matter: the guard’s free hand, rough-edged gauntlet slick with her own blood, wrapped around Sparrow’s throat with a clear and threatening purpose. “I’m going to kill you, little rat. And it’s not going to be quick.”

Sparrow didn’t have the breath to respond or time to react before the guard slammed him into the wall, the back of his head hitting with a sickening crack and any air left in his lungs forced out with the savagery of it. Almost immediately his vision started to blur and tunnel, black crawling at the edge of his sight as his empty lungs ached. Held at least half a foot from the floor, Sparrow kicked half-heartedly but couldn’t find purchase, any blow he aimed at the Strongarm a nuisance at best. She laughed at his struggle, and the sound ricocheted cruelly through his head. The places where the steel of her gauntlet bit into his skin started to burn, a persistent ache that seeped into his skin with a dour purpose: poison.

He was going to die here.

The mere thought sent a shock of fear and adrenaline through his body, but neither were going to help him, no surge of strength even close to enough to free him from the guard’s iron grip around his neck. Unable to shift, unable even to speak or cry out if anyone would hear him to begin with, Sparrow squeezed his eyes shut and fought unconsciousness as the world spun around him.

Suddenly, the grip around his neck tightened, then went slack. There was a sick thud as something hit the floor, and when Sparrow forced his eyes open again, the Strongarm’s head was… gone.

Their bodies crumpled to the stone floor in tandem, and Sparrow drew in harsh, ragged breaths as he scrambled away from the felled woman’s body in sheer, blind terror. He gulped air until his throat and lungs burned, fit to burst, but didn’t even have the time to be grateful before a shock of nausea gripped him. Doubled over on his knees, Sparrow had neither the wherewithal nor the energy to fight as he emptied his stomach onto the cold stone floor in a splash of vomit and stinging bile. The only saving grace was he never ate much to begin with, but the painful dry heaves that followed hardly felt like a blessing.

“Gods,” a man’s voice blurted out, disgusted, and only then did Sparrow realize he wasn’t alone -- as if the Strongarm could’ve decapitated herself. Someone was crouching next to him, and as he caught sight of the Armory armor and insignia, fear shot through him and he automatically tried to jerk away from the hand reaching for his shoulder. “Hey, hey-- relax, relax, I’m on your side.”

Sparrow froze for a moment and tried to blink the tears and fuzziness from his eyes, an unfamiliar face swimming in his vision. An armory guard, loyal to the resistance? Sparrow stared at him, slack-jawed and baffled, hardly able to believe his luck.

Maybe Miss Death was still interested enough in him after all.

What followed was a non-linear mess of memories and Sparrow fighting against the pain and unconsciousness that threatened to overtake him. The guard that’d saved him scooped him up like a broken doll -- not without the threat of additional bodily harm if Sparrow decided to throw up on him -- and carried him through the winding halls of the Armory until Sparrow couldn’t tell which way was up or if they were closer to the outside or to death. Eventually they climbed flights of stairs, and eventually the cool, evening spring air washed over Sparrow’s sweat-streaked face as they made it to the roof.

The poison was burning through his veins like hellfire at this point, and he couldn’t discern any of the sounds or shouting as his blood rushed desperately in his ears. Only one voice cut through the rest: Fallon’s definitive, commanding bark, the likes of which immediately sent a wave of relief through Sparrow big enough to prick tears at the corners of his eyes. It didn’t matter if she wasn’t the Emitter that appeared beside him, skilled hands hovering at the festering, blackened wounds at his throat to start drawing the poison from his veins; as long as he knew Fallon was there, Sparrow knew he would be safe. The feeling was foreign and comforting all at once, the level of trust he realized he had in his leader. He didn’t have the energy or the coherent thought to process it, not when all he could focus on was the stinging fire of the poison leaving his bloodstream.

Eventually the nausea subsided even if the spinning in his head remained, disorienting and frustrating. It was just clear enough, however, to recognize that a heavy hush had settled, dampening the roar of chaos into an anticipatory holding of breath.

“Wha’s happenin’?” Sparrow finally managed to croak, his tongue a dry, sour weight in his mouth.

The Emitter hovering over him glanced towards the low wall surrounding the Armory roof, then back to her charge with a grim expression.

“Mallick’s challenged the Ace.”

[jirousthighs]

~ 𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ++ 𝐏𝐓. 𝟏 𝐎𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ~

~ 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐊𝐞𝐧 ~ 𝐀𝐔 : 𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 ~ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 ~ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐝-𝐎𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭

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It was a Friday Afternoon, as Kuroo sat down on the couch next to Kenma, playing a game while Kenma laid on his chest, playing with him. The game came to a draw, as the two put down the controllers and sat in a comfortable silence. 

“You’ve been quiet today Kitten. Anything on your mind?”

“Hasn’t been a good day. Woke up on the wrong side of the bed”.

“Understandable”.

Kenma just placed his neck near Kuroo’s scent gland, taking in the scent of Blackberries. He inhaled and exhaled, relaxing more and getting comfortable. Kuroo wanted to take a picture, and hey, who’s stopping him? While quickly taking a shot at Kenma, he got up, which made Kenma grumble.

“Where are you going, Tetsuro?”

“We have to go gorcery shopping remember? We ran out of the Ice Cream you like yesterday”.

“Right..”

Kenma grumbled once more, getting up to go to the bathroom to wash his face. Kuroo followed behind, getting his shoes and jacket. After Kenma got his jacket and shoes, they went into Kuroo’s car. While driving away, Kuroo grabbed Kenma’s thigh, in which Kenma leaned in from the Touch.

At the Store, they went straight to the Ice Cream section, while picking up a few other items along the way. As they came to pick up fruits, Kenma stayed by the cart while pulling out his phone from his pocket, playing a game while waiting. He was playing in peace, until this random Alpha came along.

“Hm? Now, what’s an omega like you doing here alone? That scent of yours is pretty nice”

“Leave me alone, you damn creep”

The unknown Alpha grabbed Kenma by the back of his head pulling him closer. 

“That isn’t how you speak to who’s higher on the hierarchy, now is it? Now, why don’t I mark you.”

“I have an Alpha already, fuck off.”

“Exactly, so why don’t you get off what’s mine, thank you.”

Kuroo showed up, dropping the fruits in the cart and straight up breaking the random Alpha’s jaw, to which he squirmed on the floor. Kuroo’s fangs started to bear, as he walked closer to the Alpha, grabbing his head and bashing it down.

“Listen to me. You’re going to stay away from my Omega. If I see you near him again, I won’t hesitate to end you right then. Now, leave and never come back.”

“Whatever, your ‘oMeGa’ looked like a bitch anyways.”

And with that, Kuroo threw the guy into the next isle, hearing a crack sound. Kuroo’s face went back to a neutral one, pulling Kenma into a hug.

“Tetsuro, the groceries..”

“Fuck the groceries, You smell like that other guy and I have to deal with it.”

Kuroo walked Kenma to the car, and they drove home. As soon as they got home, Kuroo picked up Kenma and brought them to they’re shared bedroom. He sat him down on the bed. Afterwards, he grabbed a hoodie from the closet that was covered in Kuroo’s scent.

“Take off the clothes your wearing right now.”

I mean, Kenma knew what Kuroo was doing, he was trying to rid the smell of the alpha that touched him at the store. With that being said, Kenma took off his shirt and pants, and replaced the pants with sweats. Kuroo admired his boyfriend’s figure for a moment, until he handed Kenma his hoodie, which he slipped on in a minute. Kuroo pulled Kenma to bed and both laid down, as Kuroo started scenting Kenma. 

“I love you, do you know that Kozume?”

“I do, and I love you too. More than anything..”

[themarveledwriter]

By the Light of the Moon

Story Summary: Y/n is a vampire hasn’t told anyone about herself, her family, her history. She hasn’t even told her boyfriend. What happens when her secret is revealed in a violent manner.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Vampire!Reader

Words: 4.8k

Warnings: Angst, Sadness, Hallucinations, Sorta asshole Steve (but his hearts in the right place), Cursing.

A/N: This is the first cross over I have ever done and I am super proud of it. I had this idea for a story and it started as a drabble and then exploded. It was just gonna be one part but it got to over 4,000 words so I split it into two parts. Next part will be uploaded within the next couple days. Not beta read.

You were at your storage unit, only a couple of subway stops away from the tower. It was pretty late, with the full moon shining bright behind you. 

Why are you at a random storage unit? This is where you kept the blood bags. Evidence of the biggest secret you’ve ever kept from the Avengers, your team, your family.

You were a vampire, a very very old vampire. You had to drink blood to survive and have killed more people than you like to admit… Which is why you can’t tell the team, you don’t want them to see you as a monster.

You are pulling a blood bag out of one of the fridges you have in the unit when your phone buzzes, 

Bucky: We need you back, urgent mission.

You sigh, quickly typing out a reply confirming you are headed back. You look at the blood bag in your hand, you are really hungry… You’ve been pushing yourself, not feeding as often as you should. Some of it’s avoidance, but a lot of it is worry. You live in a tower full of super spies, you can’t have anyone find out about you. 

You throw the bag back in the fridge and slam the lid a little harder than necessary, it’s fine, you have good control. You rush out of the unit and hop on the subway.

~Back at the tower~

You rush up to your floor, using your speed to quickly change into your gear.

Your gear is the most unusual of the bunch. Your shirt is a simple black long sleeve shirt, but on top you have a brown leather bullet-proof corset. The team never understood why you wore the corset, you said it makes you feel more secure, but the truth is you’ve worn them all of your long life, never stopping even when they went out of style. The rest of your uniform is simple, black leather pants and combat boots. On your waist was a belt, with a sword in its holster. Your only weapon.

You leave your room and use the elevator to head up to the briefing room, where the rest of the team was standing around. You walk in and stand beside Bucky,  nodding at Steve that he could start with the briefing. 

“Okay, I am just going to get right to it. There are reports of a wolf running around upper Manhattan, over a dozen people have been killed and a bunch more are seriously injured. Reports say the wolf is a light gray in color, is much larger than a normal wolf and,” Steve looks up from the paper he’s holding. “Has glowing orange eyes. The NYPD says bullets have barely been slowing it down, and that it moves so fast it is almost impossible to hit. We need everyone on this.” Your throat feels like it is closing up, why is there a werewolf running around Manhattan? You know Steve is talking but you are too busy thinking.

You have a syringe of wolfsbane in your go bag on the jet, that’ll have to do. All you need to do is inject the wolf so someone else can finish it off. 

You just can’t get bit… It’ll be fine.

You feel Bucky bump your shoulder, “Hey, where’d you go those past few minutes? It’s like you totally checked out.” You look up at him, trying to not let the worry bleed onto your face. “I don’t know... just thinking,” He wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your forehead before resting his chin on your head. “What’s a wolf doing in Manhattan?”

Your nose is right by his neck, your boyfriend always smells good but right now he smells delicious. You bury your face in his neck.

“-e should probably head to the roof.”

You were so distracted by his smell that you didn’t even hear what he said. You just hummed and started walking beside him toward the elevator. 

You guys board the jet, everyone grabbing their bags and then sitting and strapping in. You grab the syringe of wolfsbane and stick it in a bag on your belt. 

“What’s that?” Bucky says… You were hoping that he didn’t see you grab it. 

You look at him, “Oh nothing, just something that might help.” He seemed to accept that answer, leaning in to give you a kiss before sitting back in the seat. 

The flight was only a couple minutes long, and when you got off the quinjet it was totally quiet. 

Steve speaks up, talking quietly “They evacuated this entire area and blocked it off as best as possible. Split up, stay on comms at all times. If you see the wolf, alert the team as soon as possi-” Steve was cut off by a bone chilling growl. 

We all turned around to see the wolf walking out of an alley. It’s lips are pulled back, baring fangs that are too large for a normal wolf. It’s glowing orange eyes stare at us through the darkness.

It charged at us and we scatter, Steve throws his shield at the wolf, who dodges the incoming shield with unnatural speed. The wolf jumps to attack Steve when a red ball of power hits it, throwing the wolf off it’s path.

The fight is brutal, nothing is stopping the wolf and you know it won’t stop until you inject the wolfsbane. Wanda and Steve were both injured severely, Wanda was taken to the jet but Steve continues to fight. Bucky Sam and Nat all try to surround the wolf, Clint shooting arrows from above to distract it. You had to stay downwind so the wolf wouldn’t smell that you were a vampire, you wouldn’t be able to weaken it if you were ripped to shreds. 

You stood behind Bucky, you and him were around thirty yards back. When Clint launched another arrow you saw a chance to rush the wolf and inject it. 

That was when the wind changed direction. 

You knew the second the wolf smelt you. It’s head turned toward you, snout slightly raised, sniffing the air. It soon locked eyes on you, or moreso, on Bucky in front of you. 

You saw the world in slow motion, the werewolf rushed forward, determined to kill whatever smelled like a vampire. It leaped in the air towards Bucky as you sped forward, shoving Bucky out of the way and getting tackled by the wolf.

You could hear someone screaming. The pain was terrible, you weren’t sure where you were bit first, but you knew you still needed to get the wolfsbane in the werewolf to weaken it. The wolf was tearing into your right shoulder, and with your left hand you grabbed the syringe, shoving it deep in the wolf’s neck. 

“Shoot it NOW” You screamed, before hearing a shot being fired and the weight of a werewolf fall on top of you.

You felt the wolf get pushed off you, and suddenly you were in someone’s arms. 

Blue eyes looked down on you, “Stay with me baby, you’re gonna be fine. Where’s that freaky healing of yours, huh?” His voice sounded watery.

“H-ha,” You try and laugh through your whimpers, “Sorry, it's not gonna be much help here.”

You think he said something else but you couldn’t think. Your vision was fuzzy, the pain in your shoulder so intense you thought you would pass out. 

You’d been through amounts of pain most people would never believe, but nothing has come close to this. 

Bucky lays you on a stretcher in the quinjet, and Bruce pushes him out of the way to put an oxygen mask on you, but you push it away. 

“That’s not going to help, nothing is going to help.” You say as loud as you can. 

Everyone in the jet goes quiet.

“Y/n, you lost a lot of blood. You aren’t thinking straight.” Steve says. 

You glare at Steve, “Does it look like I’m not thinking straight?” You try to sit up but the smell of blood knocks you back down. 

You were so hungry, so so hungry. The werewolf bite is taking too much out of you. You struggle to keep your fangs at bay. 

You look around the jet, at your team, at your family. You know you have to tell them.

“This isn’t how I wanted to tell you,” You almost whimper, looking at Bucky in particular, “But you need to know now more than ever.” You groan, smelling Steve’s blood. His wounds are the worst. “You all knew that that wolf wasn’t just a normal wolf, but you didn’t know what it was. It was a werewolf,” You take a breath, looking from face to face, stopping on Bucky’s confused expression, “I know that… because I’m a vampire.”

Everyone looks at you, most with confused faces, but Tony looked unconvinced, “Werewolves and vampires Y/n? Really?”  but when you let out a pained whimper from the werewolf venom coursing through you he stops. 

You look at him, “Is Steve reacting the same way? No, he is just as torn up as me but it’s hurting me more. Why do you think that is Ton-” You cut yourself off with a pained cry and the jet hits some turbulence. Steve trips and some of his injuries reopen, sending the smell of fresh blood towards you. 

The pain grows and grows until you can’t take it, you are about to attack anyone who comes close to you. When Steve flicks blood off his brow, you almost lose it. 

You sit straight up, your fangs extending and the veins under your eyes darkening. The whites of your eyes darken while your y/e/c irises change to red. 

“Get away from me!” You scream, everyone jumping back. You catch Bucky’s eyes, seeing the terror in them makes you want to cry, but all you can focus on is the pain and the hunger.

You need to think… What can you do?

“Fri-Friday, can you call someone from my phone?” You say, lisping from your extended canines.

“Yes Miss Y/N, who would you like me to call?

“K. Mikaelson.”

“Calling now.” The A.I. says. 

You hear the dial tone three times, every time it grates on your already thin nerves. You need him to pick up. 

“Hello?” A British voice says, sounding slightly annoyed. You feel like crying at the sound of his voice. 

You took a deep breath, “Brother. I need your help I-” You scream from pain as the jet lands on the roof of Avengers tower.

You hear Klaus on the phone, “Sister? Y/n, what happened? Who hurt you?” You smile through the pain. Klaus may not be the most openly kind person, but he has always been fiercely protective of you. 

You whimper, “W-wolf… It was a wolf,” You had a hard time speaking, your vision going dark.

You could hear Klaus talking, and it sounded like Bucky was the one talking back. 

You felt the gurney move as you blacked out. 

~Bucky’s POV~

“It was a wolf.” Bucky heard you choke out, your dark eyes glazing over.

The British voice came back over the quinjet speaker, “What? What do you mean a wolf?” He sounded worried. 

You didn’t reply, your eyes were open but you didn’t look conscious. No one was sure what to do, Bucky was shocked but not scared of you, he was scared for you. He couldn’t take his eyes off your still form. 

“Y/n!?”

Bucky was jolted out of his stupor by an angry and worried sounding voice. When he realized no one was going to start talking, he quickly replied.

“Um… She’s no-” Bucky tried to reply before being cut off.

“Who is this and why are you with my sister? I need you to tell me what happened and where you are right now.” The voice sounded calm but demanding at the same time. 

Bucky looked at the team before replying, “I’m James Barnes, your sister is part of the Avengers and was seriously injured on our mission. She was severely injured by a wolf… She said it was a werewolf…We are at Avengers Tower in New York.”

“Ahh, you’re my little sister’s love aren’t you. How is she now?”

Bucky furrowed his brow, you never told him you had family. How did this guy know about him and Y/n? Was he a vampire too?

“Um… She’s not really conscious… Her eyes are open but she’s barely breathing and the bites are looking really bad. Sh-she tried to… attack… us?” Bucky says, looking at the woman he loves. He hated seeing her in pain. 

“Alright James, I am on my way. I’ll be there in a few hours. You need to move her to a secure place away from anyone. Do you hear me?” 

Steve had already started moving towards Y/n, strapping her down so she doesn’t fall when they move the gurney. 

“We’ll put her in the hulk cell… What’s happening to her?” Bucky says as they start rolling Y/n into the building. Bucky walks after them after switching the call to his comm unit.

“She’s a vampire, she was bit by a werewolf. The venom is poisoning her.” The man with the accent says. 

Bucky looks toward Steve, who has just as many bite wounds as Y/n. “Steve was bitten too, he’s not going to turn into a wolf now is he?” 

“No. I’ll explain when I get there. I need to go now.”

Bucky panics slightly, “Wait!” He almost yells, not wanting the man to hang up. “What is your name?”

There is a heavy silence where Bucky starts to think the man hung up, until.

“Niklaus Mikaelson” 

~Y/n’s POV~

The light was so bright as you opened your eyes. 

You were in Hulk’s cell, but they had brought in a hospital bed to lay you on. The room was totally empty besides the bed you were laying on. You looked out the window directly in front of you and saw Bucky sitting on a chair, staring right at you.

You tried to sit up but screamed when pain shot through your arm. It felt like there was acid in your veins, every breath was like fire in your lungs. You couldn’t focus on anything but the pain, writhing around on the bed. You didn’t see when Bucky stood up, or when he ran to the door to get to you. 

You didn’t see Steve stop him.

You were soaked in sweat, you could hear the drips of sweat hitting the pillow. You could feel every fiber of the hospital blankets rubbing over your skin.

You could smell the rot coming from your shoulder. 

It seemed like your senses were dialed up to a thousand. You didn’t know what to do. You were writhing around on the bed until you saw someone next to you.

Bucky.

You tried to stop moving, but you were shaking violently, making the whole bed shake. 

“Bucky… I’m so sorry. S-so so sorry.” You kept mumbling your apologies to him until he cut you off.

“Shut up.” Bucky said, stunning you into silence. “You don’t get to apologize to me. You are a monster.” 

“You’re a vampire, Y/n. A fucking vampire. A monster… How many people have you killed? Huh? Hundreds? More? God, I was never the monster in this relationship… You were.”  Bucky’s words cut like a knife, every word cutting you deeper and deeper. 

You whimpered, “No Buck… Bucky no. I-I’m not a monster I swear, please.

You watched Bucky as he walked around to the other side of the bed, “Not a monster? Y/n. Doll, you drink blood.  How many people have you drained to get your fix. How many people had to die for your hunger. You are just a blood junkie, willing to do anything for your next fix.”

You are sobbing at this point, unable to string a coherent sentence together. 

“Buck...No...Please. No.no.no.no.” Bucky gets right in your face, smirking as he says “How can I love a monster like you?”

You scream… Not from the pain in your shoulder, but the pain in your heart.

He stands back up, moving to the end of your bed. “You can’t tell me that you aren’t starving right now… That you wouldn’t attack me if you had the chance.” 

You try to tell him no, that you would never hurt him… But you stop when you see him pull a knife out of its sheath.

He twirls the knife around his fingers, sending you an evil smirk. 

You’re saying that if I take this knife and make a little cut,” He pauses to lay the knife against his wrist, laughing when he hears you begging him to stop. “Right here.” He swipes the knife over his vein. “You wouldn’t attack me?” Bucky walks closer to you, holding his wrist out. He opens his mouth to say something but you start talking first.

“NO! I won’t hurt you!” You scream out as your face begins changing. “I’d rather die than hurt you!” 

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to ignore the voice of the man you love. When the room goes quiet you slowly open your eyes. 

He’s gone.

~Bucky’s POV~ Steve stopped him before he could get to the door. 

“No, you can’t go in there. You have no clue what she could do.” Bucky looks at Steve, a manic expression on his face, “Steve, that’s my girl in there.” “Not right now she’s not.” Bucky shoves Steve away from him, “She will always be my girl Steve. You don’t get to say she’s not.” Steve doesn’t move, continuing to block the door. “She is a vampire, she drinks blo-”

Steve was cut off by Y/n’s voice coming over the speaker.

“No Buck… Bucky no. I-I’m not a monster I swear, please.”

Bucky and Steve were rendered speechless. Steve was looking at Bucky but Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off you.

Bucky stumbled toward the wall of the cell, not able to take his eyes off of Y/n. Steve watches as he lays his hand on the glass, the one made of flesh and bone.

“No… no baby I don't think you’re a monster.” I whisper, even though she can’t hear me..

You were sobbing, “Buck...No...Please. No.no.no.no.” You were gasping out between sobs. 

Bucky fell to his knees, his forehead falling against the cool glass. He couldn’t help the tears that gathered in his eyes.

Steve walked up behind him, laying a comforting hand on Bucky’s metal shoulder.

“Bucky, I’m sorry. I know you want to help her but she might hurt yo-”

“NO! I won’t hurt you!” You scream out, cutting off Steve and sending a dagger into Bucky’s heart. “I’d rather die than hurt you!” 

Bucky stood up quickly, stumbling slightly when he saw your face changing.

But I didn’t feel any fear, just heart-wrenching concern for you.

Bucky couldn’t hold in his sobs anymore, watching you squeeze your eyes shut as tight as possible to block out whatever you are seeing broke his heart. But when he sees you open your eyes and not start panicking, he lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

He sits there for the next three hours, just listening to you. He hears you sob, choke, scream. He hears you beg for forgiveness from people who aren't there. Steve sits by Bucky for a while but leaves when you start begging him for forgiveness, you keep trying to convince him you’re not a monster and won’t hurt the team. 

There are times when you’re coherent, where you just look at Bucky with a sad expression. It was worse when you tried to talk to him, only getting out a few words before succumbing to the pain.

Bucky’s thoughts were running wild, there were so many things he was desperate to understand... Why you never told him about your brother, how you became a vampire, but the one thing he couldn’t stop thinking about was losing her. Bucky didn’t know if she would die from this, if she would ever recover. All he knew is he couldn’t lose her.

Bucky was sitting on the hard floor with his head hanging between my knees. He had his hands pressed hard to his ears as if to block out your fevered ramblings. But his super-soldier hearing made that impossible.

Although it makes it possible for him to hear a man’s voice say, “You must be James.”

Bucky looked up at the man, recognizing the voice from the quinjet. Standing up quickly Bucky notices that the other man is the same height as him, and while he isn’t as broad as Bucky his very presence demands respect.

The man, Klaus, Bucky remembered is his name, looks around him to see Y/n in her bed. Her eyes are closed in one of the few moments of peace Bucky has experienced over the last few hours. When Klaus sees her eyes closed, he turns back to me.

“Alright, before I go help my sister I have to ask,” Klaus moves closer to Bucky, looking deep in his eyes. “What are your plans with Y/n?”

He was looking at Bucky weirdly, and he could see Klaus’s pupils dilating as he stared right into Bucky’s eyes. Bucky figured this was just him being a protective brother until he heard Y/n’s weak voice.

“You really think I’d leave him unprotected Niklaus?” The weakness of her voice breaks Bucky’s heart.

Klaus walks toward the door, smiling at Y/n. The door opens as he steps up to it. Bucky was expecting it to close behind him but it stayed open. 

Klaus turns back towards me, “Aren’t you coming?” “He doesn’t have to if he doesn’t want to… I don't want to frighten him.” Y/n says.

Bucky practically sprints to the door after hearing her say that. The last thing he wanted her to think is that He is frightened of her. 

“I am not afraid of you Y/n, I love you.”

The smile she gives him soothes his heart. 

She opens her mouth to say something, but a second later her entire body is seizing up, stealing her breath away. 

Bucky runs to her, automatically turning her on her side out of habit after dealing with Steve’s seizures in the past. He looks up at Klaus who looks unnaturally calm considering his sister is having a seizure next to him. 

“You are supposed to help her, please please help her!” Bucky begs him, he couldn’t stand seeing her in pain any longer. 

Klaus looks down at Bucky with a smirk, before his face changes.

His face looked similar to how Y/n’s did, but his eyes were different. While Y/n’s irises turned red, his were the same glowing orange of the werewolf that did this to Y/n. He opened his mouth, letting Bucky see that he has double fangs, and brought his wrist to his mouth. When he lowers his wrist there four puncture wounds with blood slowly oozing from them.

Klaus pulls Y/n out of Bucky’s arms as she stops seizing, leaning her back against his chest. He brings his wrist to your mouth, and Bucky can see the moment you smell his blood. The haziness in your eyes disappears as your face transforms. Bucky can’t help the gasp that leaves his mouth as you sink your fangs into Klaus’s arm. 

Bucky watched in awe as your wound closed in front of him, the smell of rot disappearing from the air as if it was never there. The clamminess leaving your skin and a healthy glow returning. 

You drink for a minute or so, only meeting Bucky’s eyes once and then looking towards Klaus’s wrist for the rest of the time. When you move your mouth away from Klaus’s wrist he can hear a soft shink noise as your teeth leave his flesh.

You look up at him with a sheepish look before turning around to see your brother. 

“Hi brother… Long time no see.” Bucky can tell you're nervous, but isn’t exactly sure why.

Klaus smiles at you, with a soft expression in his eyes. “Hello little sister.”

When Klaus opens his arms Bucky can see the tension leave your shoulders before you launch yourself into his embrace. 

Bucky can barely hear Klaus say, “I’ve missed you too, little one.” With a fond voice. 

Bucky feels like he is intruding on a private moment until you turn around to him unnaturally fast. 

“You need to leave.” You all but whisper, confusing Bucky. 

“What? Wh-” “You need to leave now.” You say before turning to Klaus. “I have bags in my storage unit. Leave me here and go grab some please. It’s been too long.” You say frantically to Klaus. 

Klaus looks over your head to Bucky, “You and I both know that will take too long and that this cell can’t hold you.” That confused Bucky, this cell could hold the Hulk but not you?

You and Klaus were having a silent debate before you finally said, “I can’t hurt him.” In a broken voice. 

“I won’t let you.” Your brother replied.

Bucky then realized what Klaus was implying, he wanted Y/n to feed off him. 

You and Klaus were arguing in a different language, one Bucky didn’t know. He had to move quickly, before he lost his confidence. He didn’t want you suffering any longer. 

“Y/n?” Bucky says, watching as she whips around, her eyes dark and fangs bared. 

“Do it, drink from me.” Y/n wishes she could argue, but she is just so hungry. All she can manage is a small, whispered. “No.” Before Bucky is too close. He still has blood on him from the mission, both hers and his, and the smell is too much. 

“You’ll stop me if I lose control, Niklaus.” It’s not a question. 

Bucky isn’t sure what to do, and Klaus can tell.

“Come here, she’ll feed from your wrist. You super soldiers are supposed to be hard to kill, correct?”

Bucky looks at him with wide eyes, “Um, yeah.” He looks back to you, but you won’t meet his eyes. You are too busy looking at his neck, breathing so fast you are almost panting. 

Once he walks to the other side you grab his arm, startling him. 

“Careful sister.” 

Y/n bares her teeth at her brother before bringing Bucky’s wrist up to her mouth, sinking her fangs in without a second thought. 

The pain was sharp, but Bucky could barely notice over the feeling of Y/n’s lips on his skin. He held her to his chest stroking her hair as she drank deeply. She fed for a couple minutes, taking smaller and smaller drinks as the time went on. When she is about to stop they hear a voice over the speaker. 

“Stop! What are you doing!?” Steve’s voice resonates through the room, causing Y/n to rip her teeth from her lover's arm to look towards Steve. 

Bucky looks out of the window at his friend, and is about to say something before he hears Y/n whimpering in his arms. 

“No.. no no no no no.” Y/n pulls herself out of Bucky’s embrace, tugging at her hair. 

Bucky steps forward, reaching out towards her with his flesh hand, the one that is still bleeding. 

“Y/n, you didn’t hurt me. I’m fine, I’m not even dizz-” 

“NO! I HURT YOU!” Y/n screams, running to the other side of the cell in a blur. She hits the wall so hard the glass cracks.

“Let me out of here.” Y/n whimpers.

Klaus is the first one to speak, “Sister, let's be rational about this.”

Y/n looks up at him with tears streaming down her face, “NO! Let me out of here now!”

Bucky wants nothing more to comfort her, to wipe the tears off her face. He was thinking of something to say when Steve’s voice came over the speaker again. 

“Y/n you should know we can’t do that.” 

Y/n looks at him, hurt clearly visible in her eyes. “I’ll leave. I will leave and you never have to see me again. I can go live with my brother just please, please let me out Steve. I can’t stay in here anymore please.” 

Steve’s face didn’t change at all, a blank slate. “We can’t Y/n. Fury is on his wa-”

“Shut UP!!!” Y/n screams like it is ripped out of her. 

She runs around manically, trying to find a way out when her eyes land on the already cracked window.  

She locks eyes with Bucky, whispering “I’m sorry.” Before running full speed at the window again, this time shattering the glass. 

She was gone.

[liklty]

Wizard And Sorceress - Hisirdoux Casperan | Becoming: Part 2

Plot: (Y/N) (L/N), a 17-year-old girl who has long known she was a sorceress, has been roped into her cousin’s Trollhunter adventures alongside a couple of friends. 

Word Count: 1326

Warning: Like, one swear word

A/N: NoneTo say the least, classes were uneventful. You had art first thing in the morning, followed by math, which always took out the last two brain cells. You had French in the afternoon, which was later followed by English.

After school, you, Jim, and Toby grabbed your bikes and walked through the locker area where Toby said that he was almost done with his braces. By almost, he means in 4 years. Towards your right, you heard Steve and his friends laughing as the blonde slammed a locker shut, a locker that had a poor kid, Eli stuck inside. It was impossible not to feel sorry for the brunette.

“Okay,” Toby said, his voice quivering slightly, “Nothing to see here.”

“We can’t just let him do that,” Jim told him, frowning.

“Uh- yes, yes we can if we just look the other way.” You said, looking straight ahead.

You wanted to help, you really did, but you didn’t know where to start. Well, you did, but you didn't think acting on it was a good idea. Plus, despite the fact that you were older than them by a couple of years, you were too much of a coward to go up there and take Eli out.

“Yeah, exactly. If Psycho Steve’s terrorizing him, he’s not terrorizing us.” When Toby saw your cousin approaching Steve, he did a double-take. “Jim?” his eyes widened, as did yours. “Jim! Oh, no...”

Eli had claimed to have seen creatures with stone skin and fangs in the canal earlier that morning. Jim tried to persuade Steve to let Eli out, but the blonde growled and grabbed the front of Jim's shirt, yanking Jim towards him. As you and Toby moved through the small crowd that had gathered around the two boys, his fist was raised, ready to punch him. 

Jim was encouraging Steve to strike him, while Toby was silently repeating "no" over and over. Your eyes darted around, checking if there were any teachers nearby, as you looked at your cousin with worry.

Toby then began chanting, “Let him out! Let him out! Let him go!”

You and the other students were quick to jump in. Steve squinted at the crowd before raising his fist a little higher and scowling. Fortunately, Couch Lawrence burst through the door before anything could happen, forcing Steve to drive the other boy away. Couch pointed a finger at Steve.

“Palchuch, what’s going on here?” He demanded. 

Steve rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and said, "Uh, nothing, sir."

“Why aren’t you at practice?”

“Just helping Eli,” The boy said as he opened the locker, a little smug grin tugging at his lips as he looked at Jim, “He was stuck.”

“On the double, now!”

Steve slammed the door shut again after Couch Lawrence left. “Friday at noon, you and me,” he says, pushing his face toward Jim's and jabbing his index finger into the shorter boy's chest. “Tick tock, tick tock,” he said as he slowly backed away, waving his pointer finger back and forth.

Jim took a quick look at the ground before opening the locker door, promptly let Eli. You recoiled as he fell facedown to the ground.

“Thank you, Jim!”

----

“That was awesome, man! Did you see that chant? Let him out! Let him out!” Toby exclaimed gleefully, “I mean, you probably won’t live by Friday, but that was awesome.”

Jim just grinned and looked at his friend before being distracted by a honk. Barbara could be seen through the front window of the car.

“Good thing Jim’s mom is a doctor, huh?” You said. 

As the redhead lowered the driver's window, the car slowed and the three of you came to a halt right beside it.

“Hi, you three,” She smiled and adjusted her glasses as she said hello.

“Hey, mom.”

“Hi, auntie.” 

“Hey, Doctor Lake. You’re looking sharp today.”

Barbara looked down at her outfit and smiled as she thanked Toby. Before she drove off to work, you guys had a brief conversation with the lady. Toby went to his house while you and Jim biked over to yours.

You went upstairs right away after entering the house, while Jim tossed his bag to the side and entered the living room. You walked into your room, tossed your bag in the corner, and collapsed onto your bed. You took your phone from your pocket and began scrolling through your social media feeds.

After a few moments, you heard a scream coming from below. It sounded like Jim was yelling. You hurriedly got up and carefully walked down the stairs, making sure to take a thorough look around you. Downstairs, no one appeared to be around. You jumped when you heard more shouting from the basement, and you made a hand motion, making a nearby umbrella levitate towards you. A red glow surrounded the umbrella before the colour faded away when the object landed in your grip.

When you heard a hump, you slowly and quietly made your way down the stairs, umbrella in hand. When you saw two giant creatures in your basement, you came to a complete halt, your eyes widened as you held back a scream. 

One of these creatures, who had this back facing you, had four arms and was blue. Even though the other one was facing partly in your direction, they didn't seem to notice you. They were grey and considerably bigger than the blue one. They were covered in green fur and had razor-sharp teeth. That creature seemed to be capable of easily destroying you, which made you feel very uncomfortable. You were uneasy about the situation you were in. No, actually, you were terrified by the whole situation.

When you saw Jim lying on the floor, unconscious, with the creatures leaning over him, your breath got caught in your throat. Inhaling deeply, you leaped from your spot and out into the open, your umbrella now lying on the floor to the side since it would probably not help you against these creatures. You lifted your hands, one pointing at each beast. They turned to face you, a look of surprise and uncertainty on their faces.

“H-hey! Get away from him.” You screamed as you took a slow step forward, your hands trembling.

“Oh, dear. Are you, by chance, the Trollhunter's sister?”

“Uh- uh- what-? Just get away from him!”

Your palms glowed a fiery red, and you unintentionally fired two beams at them because of your fear, causing you to stumble backward. The creatures were struck by the two beams, which caused them to fly back and crash into the opposite wall. Cracks appeared in the cement. As you made Jim float slightly and brought him over to you, you bent slightly, a red glow emanating around his clothing. As you prepared to fire two more beams, you felt the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“I- er- I suppose this is not the best time to talk. We will speak later, sister of Master Jim.”

They ran away, leaving you alone in the almost pitch-black basement, confused and terrified. Why were they in your basement in the first place? What were their intentions with your cousin? He was labeled as a Trollhunter. What the fuck is that?! Someone who tries to kill trolls??? They matched the definition of the monsters Eli saw in the canal, now that you think about it. Were these the same monsters as the ones Eli had seen? Were there really monsters in the basement or were you just high? You really hoped it was the latter.

You pulled yourself out of your head and glanced over at Jim, who was still knocked. It wasn't the latter, you sighed. After taking him upstairs, you laid Jim on the couch and covered him with a blanket before going to the kitchen to make dinner. You sat near Jim after that, waiting for him to wake up.

[stayatinyfics]

The Truth About Vampires

Warning: swearing, biting, blood/blood drinking, unprotected sex.

💋🌷

It was a Friday night and instead of going out with your friends, you were rushing to the mall to get to there before it closed. You had an assignment due Monday and you had procrastinated a lot.

You walked into the movie section of the store and grabbed Dracula, The Lost Boys, and Queen of the Damned. As you placed them on the counter, you began digging through your bag for your wallet.

“These are all bullshit you know?” the cashier scoffed. “Well, yeah. They’re movies about vampires. Of course they’re bullshit….Jihoon” you replied, looking up to read the, very cute, cashier’s name tag. He chuckled and asked you why you were buying the dvds. Jihoon pouted when you told him it was for a class and not because you yourself had interest in vampires. He handed you your receipt and said “Stop back in and let me know what you thought..uh..”

“Y/N and maybe I will. Thanks!”

He shot you a smile as you left and you could have sworn you saw pointed teeth.

A week later you went back to the mall to talk to Jihoon. When he saw you walk in he had to hold back a smile. He had definitely shown you his teeth by accident last time and he couldn’t risk it happening again. He was always making sure he didn’t smile too widely. It’s why many people thought he was cold, stoic.

Jihoon looked good tonight. He was just wearing black jeans, ripped at the knees, and a black tee. Simple, but it worked for him. You waved and practically skipped over to where Jihoon was behind the register. “Ready to talk vampire movies?”

“Unfortunately, I have a line that you kind of just cut” he said with a laugh. You looked back and apologized to all the customers you had just walked in front of. You moved to the side and after calling the next customer forward Jihoon turned to you, “I’m off the clock in literally 10 minutes. Would you maybe want to have our conversation back at my place? no pressure though.” You nodded in agreement. Sure, you didn’t really know him, but you wanted to. Jihoon had taken an uber to work so you would drive the both of you to his house.

“How far is it from here?” you questioned, buckling your seatbelt. “About 15 minutes, take a left out of the mall” Jihoon directed. You shivered and after you turned the heat up a little, you glanced towards Jihoon. Realizing he had never put a jacket on when you’d left, you gasped “aren’t you cold?!” He almost laughed out loud at the question, but just gave you a simple “nope”, to which you started ranting to him about how it was the middle of winter and he’s crazy to not be wearing at least a hoodie.

You walked into Jihoon’s house and sat on the couch after he told you to make yourself at home. He offered to make you tea which you declined, telling him to come sit next to you. He sat close to you and asked “alright, which was your favorite and why?” A part of you didn’t think you would actually be talking about vampires when you went home with him, but you would if that’s what Jihoon wanted. You talked about the differences between the vampires in each movie and Jihoon told you what traits were “way more realistic.” When you teased him that none of them could be realistic, he laughed, saying “you’d be surprised.” That’s when Jihoon realized he had fucked up. You had seen his fangs.

You giggled, “Jihoon oh my god when did you even put those in? When I was driving?” He gave you a puzzled look. Oh…you thought they were fake. He should feel relieved, but he didn’t. He felt more disappointed than anything else.  From your conversation about the movies he now knew you had at least a decent amount of interest in vampires and wondered if you would believe him. He’d never told a human before. He’d never felt like he could, but with you he felt comfortable somehow. He took a deep breath before speaking, “y/n I really don’t know how to say this or if you will even believe me, but they’re real. My teeth, vampires. I’m a vampire.”

You wouldn’t have believed him, you would have gotten up and walked out, except for the fact that his eyes had glowed a deep red as he confessed. You knew you should be afraid, but there wasn’t an ounce of fear inside you. “Jihoon-” you muttered “wow, I never would have thought…vampires…now I know why you didn’t wear a fucking sweater today.” Jihoon sighed with relief and let himself laugh with a full smile. You scooted closer to him and brought your hand up to his freezing cold cheek. Jihoon closed his eyes at your warm touch. It had been centuries since he let a human touch him and it had only ever been people who knew vampires existed, not in such an intimate way.

He leaned into your hand, opening his eyes when you let it wander up into his black hair. His eyes stopped glowing and turned dark as he kissed you. It started tentatively, you both exchanging a few soft kisses, but quickly became more passionate. Jihoon licked your bottom lip and you tried to slip your tongue into his mouth, but pulled back when you felt a prick. “Ouch! Shit” you exclaimed, tasting blood from where you cut your tongue on one of Jihoon’s fangs. The string of apologies that fell from his mouth were interrupted by you putting your hand behind his head and pulling him back into another kiss. The feeling of your soft lips plus the taste of your blood drove Jihoon crazy. He pulled you onto his lap to straddle him and began kissing down your jaw. He slowly moved down your neck, grazing the smooth skin with his fangs. You gasped at the feeling, causing him to grab your hips hard. You pulled at his shirt and he lifted his arms so you could tug it over his head. You ran your hands down his chest as he sucked a hickey into your neck. After taking your shirt off and unhooking your bra, Jihoon moved back to your lips, this time taking initiative with his tongue so you wouldn’t hurt yours again. It felt like you were making out with him for an eternity and you had to pull away to breathe.

“W-what’s wrong? Is this okay? We can stop if you-” Jihoon stuttered out before you stopped him. “No, this is fine! I just needed some air” you reassured him. Jihoon shook his head, “right. humans usually do need to breathe, my bad.” You both giggled, but the mood didn’t stay lighthearted for long. You shifted in Jihoon’s lap, and feeling the bulge in his jeans, you kissed him deeply. He let one hand rest on your waist and the other reached for your breast, running his thumb over your nipple. “Lift up, let me take your skirt off gorgeous” Jihoon whispered in your ear and when you complied he slid your skirt and panties down, tossing them on the floor. You unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down as much as you could, Jihoon kicking them off the rest of the way with his boxers. His length was impressive and you started to tell him so, but stopped short when he took your nipple into his mouth and lowered his hand to rub a finger on your clit. You moaned out his name as he slowly pushed his finger inside you. He started to suck another hickey, this time by your collarbone, and added another finger. “J-jihoon, I want, I need…” you mumbled. He looked into your eyes, “Yes y/n? what do you need? tell me baby girl.” You took hold of his shaft, jerking him off. “You, Please.” you begged, lifting up your hips and holding onto Jihoon’s shoulders. He lined himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing in, swearing when he bottomed out. He rubbed circles into your hip as he gave you a minute to adjust to his size. You began to ride him, making him moan out your name. “Fuck y/n, you’re so warm, so wet” he groaned, bringing his hips up to meet yours each time you rose and came back down onto him.

“Jihoon…mm..fuck…can you, uhm” you said before burying your head in his neck, grinding into his lap. “What is it princess? you can ask me” Jihoon whispered, tilting your head up to make you look at him, his eyes glowing that deep red once again. With a blush you answered “can you bite me?” At your question, Jihoon’s cock twitched inside you. “It will only be a small bite,” he explained, “I can’t get bite too deep or drain too much blood. I don’t want to risk you dying or turning.” Would turning even be that bad? you thought to yourself. Maybe if you and Jihoon kept seeing each other you would ask him questions about it. You leaned your head back to give him access to your neck, keeping a steady pace riding him. Jihoon attached his lips to your neck and sunk his fangs into you. He moaned against you at the taste of your blood, lightly sucking at your neck. You ran your fingers through his hair and gripped it at the back, the feeling unlike anything you’ve felt before. Jihoon never wanted to stop and if he had recently turned he might have drank from you until you were dry, but he reluctantly detached from you and sat back to take in your beauty. "You’re so beautiful y/n”, Jihoon told you, admiring the little streaks of blood down your neck, your breasts bouncing as you fucked yourself on his cock.

“I’m getting close Hoon” you said, trying to keep up your pace. Jihoon pulled you closer to him, thrusting up into you fast. You leaned your forehead against his shoulder, moaning his name over and over, clenching around his cock as you came. He thrusted into you a few more times before pulling out and stroking his cock, cum spilling out onto his hand and your stomachs.

He kissed you and smiled, fangs poking out adorably. “Let’s get cleaned up. Will you stay the night y/n?”. Of course you would, but you had one concern. “So uh will you be like, creepily staring at me while I sleep?” you asked. “No what the hell” Jihoon said with a frown. “Vampires don’t sleep, right?” you asked.

“See! vampire movies are all bullshit! let’s shower and I’ll debunk the myths before we BOTH fall asleep.” After the shower, Jihoon gave you one of his oversized shirts to sleep in and you snuggled up together in his bed. “Alright y/n, here’s the truth about vampires…”

♡

[roseyserpents]

Hostage

Summary: you're taken by the Ghoulies while walking home one night and it's up to the Serpents to get you back.

Warnings: kidnapping, violence, near drowning

Word count: 1,876

A/N: I haven't posted in a while so have something I haven't edited (this is rly bad sry not sry)

Posted: January 14, 2020 1:27 P.M. CT

"What are you doing all by yourself so late?" A voice asks from behind you, a chill running down your spine as you turn around. You see a man you'd seen many pictures of and heard many stores about, Malachi the leader of the Ghoulies.

"Ah, you're a Serpent." He grins, referring to the tattoo below your collarbone. "Are you the princess I've been hearing everyone talk about?"

You stay quiet and put on a face of stone. A Serpent never shows cowardice, You think, cursing yourself for leaving your knife at home. Malachi scans your figure and expression, looking for a chink in your armour.

"Well as you know it's not very safe to walk around the South alone, so I guess we'll be your company."

"What--?" You say right before someone behind you holds a rag against your mouth, your hands and feet viciously attacking the person holding you but the chemical in the rag was slowly taking away your strength until your eyes roll back in your head.

-

Toni checks the time on her phone after being woken up by someone knocking on her door, groaning when they don't stop. She stands up and trudges down the hall, opening the door and being met with Jughead.

"Uh hey Jughead? What're you doing here so early?" She asks.

"Is Y/n here?" He questions, peering slightly over her shoulder to look for himself.

"No, last I saw her was school Thursday. She probably stayed over at someone else's house."

Jughead nods before saying a quick goodbye and moving on. His fear got worse and worse after each person told him you weren't with them. He assured everyone he talked to everything was fine even when he knew it definitely wasn't, especially when he crossed off the last name on his mental list with Cheryl.

"Hey Sweet Pea can I talk to you?" Jughead asks, Sweet Pea finishing a conversation before walking towards him in a quiet corner of the Wyrm. At that point you'd been gone about three days and concern was growing in Jughead's head. "Y/n hasn't been home. I don't know where she is."

Sweet Pea stiffens at Jughead's words, worry displayed in his eyes though he tried to hide it. "Where do you think she is?"

"I don't know, but it must have something to do with the Ghoulies." He replies, referring to the increasing tension between the two gangs.

"We need to tell the others." Sweet Pea says glancing at Toni and Fangs playing pool.

"No, if we do it'll just make things worse. Only me, my dad, and you know."

"Well then we need to schedule a meeting with Penny."

-

Sweet Pea, Jughead, and FP sit gathered in the Jones trailer as FP sets down a phone in the middle of the table, the three Serpents waiting anxiously for someone to pick up.

"Took you long enough to call." Penny's voice says after she answers the phone.

"I'm not playing any games Penny." FP hisses. "Where's Y/n?"

"Don't worry your precious little daughter is safe. Or atleast for now."

"I swear to God if you lay a hand on her-"

"If you want your princess back," she cuts him off, "Meet me at the East side of sweet water."

"How do I know you have her?" FP asks, tapping his finger on the table and leaning on it.

"Here." There's rustling on the other end before you speak into the phone in a weak voice, "Dad?"

"Y/n, we're coming okay?"

"Hurry they're not-" you're cut off by the sound of skin on skin, a small whimper following it.

"Don't touch her!" Sweet Pea yells, slamming his fist down on the table.

"East side of Sweetwater. Friday eleven sharp." Penny says before hanging up, leaving the Serpents on the other end frustrated and scared for your life.

FP had announced to the rest of the Serpents the Ghoulies had kidnapped you that night, anger rising amongst the members. Everyone in the Whyte Wyrm that night prepared for a war against the Ghoulies the tensions preparing to snap.

-

Friday approached slowly for you. The two days after the call the Ghoulies had treated you worse than before, more bruises and cuts littering your body including a large gash on your upper side where your Serpent tattoo used to be. You'd lost a few pounds due to lack of food and heavy bags sat above shallow cheeks on your face, dry blood trails caking your face. A bag had been thrown over your head before you were thrown into a van, a bumpy fifty minute ride follows before you're thrown out, the bag being ripped off your head. You're kneeled down in front of Penny Peabody, someone tying your hands together with thick rope.

"The snakes are really desperate to get their princess back." She smirks, tapping the end of a knife in her hand. She nods to the person behind you who hoists you to your feet, you nearly collapse due to being so weak. "Not much left though."

She grabs your arm and harshly pulls you to the side, bruises forming under her fingertips as she wraps her other arm around your shoulders. The knife in her hand lies on your collarbone, the cold blade chilling your skin.

Hope blooms in your chest as you see multiple motorcycles pull up to the bank, Serpents jumping off of them and approaching the scene. The first people you see are your dad, your brother, Sweet Pea, Fangs, and Toni, and you never thought you could be more relieved to see them. All of their gazes are set on you and Penny, her knife now held against your throat.

"Let her go." FP growls, stepping closer causing Penny to step backwards and closer to the harsh current of the river the cliff you stood on overlooked.

"If you get any closer in cutting her open and dumping her into the river like Jason Blossom." She says, you closing your eyes and swallowing the tears building up in your throat.

"What do you want, Penny?" Jughead asks, your eyes opening again to watch the fight to see which side would get you.

"I want more power." She answers. "The Ghoulies have lived in your shadow for far too long. I want more of our territory back."

"Fine. Take your territory and give us Y/n." FP says, gesturing to you.

"I'll take that but you won't take her." Penny says. Everything seems to happen in slow motion. She pulls the knife away from your throat, a small trail of crimson blood dripping down your neck where it was. She pushes you backwards, sending you right into the black waves of Sweetwater. The part of the river you all gathered by was one of the strongest, the current easily pulling you under more than you could stay above due to your strength being deplenished. You thrash around, taking breaths as much as you though you started breathing in water more than air the longer you are in the river. Your clothes weighed you down, trying to drag you to the depths of the water. You hear people call your name but you can't respond, only focus on trying not to drown. You see a log reaching into the water from shore, your arms wrapping around one of the brittle branches as if your life depended on it - which it practically did. You desperately look around for someone, finally seeing Sweet Pea, Fangs, and Toni run towards the tree. The look frantic as they try to find a way to reach out to you without breaking the branch you clinged to. Eventually Sweet Pea inches as close as he could, lying down on the dirt with one of his hands reached out towards you. You try to grab it but almost get swept back into the current forcing you to wrap your arm back around the log and your eyes to squeeze shut.

"Y/n, you need to grab my hand." Sweet Pea yells over the sound of the rushing water.

"I'm gonna fall." You say, almost to quiet for him to hear.

"I won't let you. You just need to trust me." He tries to reason, the sound of wood cracking ringing through the air. Reluctantly you reach out again, this time your shaky hand getting hold of his firm one. "I've got you." He says, pulling you out of the water and onto shore. Once you are on land, you throw your arms around him and shake with an exhausted sob, burying your face in the crook of his neck. His arms snake around you, holding you firmly against him after pulling you both further away from the water.

"Come on." He says quietly, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you back to where the Serpents had chased away the Ghoulies. He sets you down, FP and Jughead running up and pulling you into a tight hug, a weak smile spreading on your face.

"Thank you." You whisper before pulling away. "Can I um spend the night at Peas?" Your dad looks from your disheveled appearance to Sweet Pea standing a few feet back before sighing.

"Don't take your eye of her, boy." He says, pointing a finger at the boy next to you. Sweet Pea nods, wrapping an arm around you and leading you to his bike.

It's a short ride back to the trailer park, Sweet Pea giving you some of his clothes to wear. The two of you sat on his couch for about an hour while he patched up the cuts and bruises and other marks left on your body from the Ghoulies, his hands gently working with each one until he's done. After he puts away the first aid kit he leads you by your hand to his room, both of you lying down facing each other. You could hear a party being thrown outside most likely for the victory over the Ghoulies, but neither of you bothered to look or go out.

"I thought about you a lot." You whisper, looking up at Sweet Pea. "It's like the only thing that kept me going, that I knew I'd be back here."

Sweet Peas arms tighten around you and pull you closer into his chest, his chin resting on the top of your head after he presses a kiss to your hair. Your legs tangle with his, your eyes shutting in peace.

"I'm sorry." He says, his voice quiet. "I should've walked with you instead of making you walk alone."

"It's not your fault." You say, pulling away slightly to look at him. "I'm the daughter of the King of Serpents and the girlfriend of a higher up, I'm a target. Something like this was bound to happen."

"How did I get so lucky as to end up with the strongest girl I know?" He asks, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Same way I got so lucky as to end up with the absolute perfect boy." You smile, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, warmth spreading through you.

"I love you." Sweet Pea hums against your lips.

"I love you."

[ussgallifrey]

Creature of the Night (18+)

✦ Summary: It all starts with a cult classic from the 70s and it just spirals from there.

✦ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

✦ Warnings: Explicit 18+ smut, minors do not interact

✦ Word Count: 4.8k

✦ Notes: Relevant song(s) - Original, Glee, and Remake.

He can pin the exact start of the madness to five Fridays ago. The mandatory tradition of weekly movie nights in the tower. Steve had convinced him it would look good for him to start going way back when the divide between sides was still noticeable. That was a year ago, things have smoothed over considerably since then. And he finds himself even enjoying the lazy night in with the team. It's a good way to catch up on over seventy years of missed movies anyway, so there's that.

But god, he'd be remiss to say the experience wasn't improved by having you right there with him. Curled into his side, hand lazily running up and down his thigh as you whispered into his ear who this actor was and what other movies they were in and had he seen the remake or the original?

It was an extremely chance encounter, seven months back. Classic hazing ritual by the older agents had you walking across the gym and challenging him - of all people - to a sparring match. The confident walk and commanding voice were only masking the slight nervous tremor in your hand. And hell, to be completely honest, he had taken one look at ya and hadn't blushed that hard since '41.

Once he was able to pick his mouth off the floor at the pure sight of ya, he had accepted the humorous proposal. Was even enough of a gentleman to give you the first few hits before easily dropping you down on the mat - much to the amusement of Agents 16 and 31, if their high-five was anything to go by. 

After that gets kind of blurry. Heated looks, cocky flirtations, an almost-kiss in an elevator, a stupidly spontaneous babble mess of asking you out on a proper date, followed by many touches and kisses and time spent in a warm bed.

But back to the main point. Five Fridays back, on movie night with the rest of the team. He can't even remember who chose the damn thing, he'd been too lost in the curve of cleavage peeking out from your v-neck. But he was met with a pair of ruby red lips on screen and it just went to shit after that point. They all ended up way too drunk for their own good - besides himself and Steve, of course. Which speaking of, the blushing blonde had vanished shortly after Frank-N-Furter appeared in all his leather corset glory. 

Sam won a solid twenty from Tony for that. Stark had bet on Steve making it to the end of "Sweet Transvestite", but clearly lost. And you had laughed, said something to make him grin and gotten back to the complete insanity that was Rocky Horror Picture Show. There were pathetic attempts and dancing and singing along from everyone. Even you were belting out at one point.

He's not sure if he'll ever be able to get the image of Tony Stark screeching out "I Can Make You a Man" as long as he lives. Or worse yet, Barton actually singing "Hot Patootie" with you. That stirred a bit of jealousy, he'll admit it. But you were laughing and flushed and gorgeous and you kept looking at him instead of Clint with this heated gaze that made him fucking weak.

That night was the essential starting point of his descent into madness.

In the glory of morning haze, lacing up his boots on the edge of your disheveled bed, he catches the tune down the hall. With only his boots and pants - still dirty from last night's mission - he silently makes his way to the open bathroom. All fogged up with the shower's hot spray, he can make out the shape of your naked body behind the curtain. Lathering up your hair under the showerhead. But more than that is your voice. Singing and working with the acoustics only a  bathroom can bring.

"I've tasted blood and I want more - more, more, more! I'll put up no resistance, I want to stay the distance. I've got an itch to scratch, I need assistance! Toucha toucha toucha touch me, I wanna be dirty! Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me, Creature of the night."

You pause before shyly peering around the curtain and catch him openly watching. 

"You gonna stand there all day, soldier?"

Of course, he had never wanted to get undressed faster than in that moment. But it was naturally when his phone went off with Sam demanding to know where the hell he was. He settled for a last kiss before grabbing his clothes from last night and making a mad dash for the door.

And then, only four days later when he had managed to glimpse you across the conference table, you just kept fucking going with it. With that stupid pen held between your teeth as you quickly tapped out a beat on the table. Tony and Steve were arguing over Plan A and Plan C for the museum stakeout. You caught his eye and, like the kinky little minx you were, you knew damn well what you were doing as your eyes grew heavy-lidded. And your fingers tapped out the chorus one more time, for good measure.

"Toucha toucha toucha touch me, I wanna be dirty! Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me, Creature of the night."

All he wanted to do was kick the team out of the room and take you right there on the stupid expensive table, but he settled for clenching his hand into a fist instead.

Then, at the gym, you're sparring with Agent 68 while he's winding down on the treadmill. He loses track of time, because you're suddenly there, leaning on the handle with a sugar-sweet expression - minus the split lip bruising your face. Bringing the pace down to a walk, Bucky makes to wipe the speckle of blood away but you pull back at the last second.

Flashing him a grin, you smooth your hands over the handlebar and give him a coy look.

"What can I say, Buck? I've tasted blood and I want more."

His throat constricts, he feels the storm brewing and his shorts growing tighter. And he's going to properly kiss you now, because it's been two weeks since you've had a chance, damnit. 

"Hey, 67! You coming or what?"

You give a sympathetic smile, brush your pink lips against his cheek, and slap his ass as you follow after Agent 68.

He watches you go. Perfect ass in those pants that make him want to fucking scream. Bucky's workout had almost finished, but he feels the need to hit the punching bag a few more times before he calls it.

Another week out and he has a date with his girl. The first night in almost a month that he can see you outside of the tower and ever-watchful eyes of the team. It's quickly destroyed by Tony telling him to get his ass on the jet because they need backup. And he has a date but Stark threatens to fuck up his arm in a completely heinous way, so he grabs his gear and sulks and doesn't see you again until three days before Halloween. 

And, to be very clear about it, he's fucking dying for your touch now. He's about ready to shove Sam into the wall just to get to you. But you give him this knowing look and he's well aware of what it means. You evil little thing.

"You're dragging the icebox along, right?" Tony's asking you.

A sultry sweet smile meets his hungry gaze as you look over your shoulder at him, "We'll be there, Tony."

He hums noncommittally as he pushes the rest of the team into agreeing to the Halloween party.

You've pulled away from the crowd, hand grazing past his side. And you're still smirking as he tugs you into his chest. You're smiling and he wants to kiss you rough and dirty, but Stark's on your case in an instant. 

"Two feet apart, seriously. I'll get a measuring tape, you two are still on lockout for last month's mess."

That makes Bucky relax a bit as he drops a kiss to your head before you pull out of his grasp once more. Tony hadn't forgiven him for the shattered table yet. Or the chair. But that's okay because he'll be fine, three more days and maybe after the party, he can - 

You're walking down the hallway, humming that stupid song. He wants to scream.

"Toucha toucha toucha touch me, I wanna be dirty! Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me, Creature of the night."

Three days drag by at a grueling pace to the point where he thinks he's going a little bit insane with want. But it's late, the party's been going for an hour by the time you show up. He almost chokes on the fake vampire fangs when he catches sight of you across the ballroom. How could he not? 

Dressed in white, tight and short and everything on fucking display. You saunter over to the open bar where he's been impatiently waiting. The angel wings kind of complete the look and the heavy lump in his throat has become impossible to swallow as he unabashedly stares.

You hum curiously, "And you are what exactly?"

Bucky smirks, flashes the fangs and thinks he catches a shiver running through your body. You'll blame it on the chilly air if he asks, so he doesn't. Inching closer, Bucky pulls you onto his knee making you give a gorgeous startled gasp.

Fixing him with a look, you hook your arms around his neck.

"This might be the laziest costume I've ever seen. And I saw 43 walking around with an 'Error: Costume Not Found' shirt earlier."

A warm finger drags itself down your goosebump covered arm. He swallows thickly, "You look amazing."

Preening with delight, you rock against his thigh, "Oh, this old thing?"

That clear path of skin at your clavicle looks inviting. But there's too many eyes, too many cameras capturing the moment for social media and the official charity group. Not here, not yet.

His left hand, which had been resting on the bar top, is suddenly being pulled by a focused movement. Edging closer to the hem of your skimpy white dress and you don't stop. A quick glance around gives him the veil of privacy that he needs. Your legs are facing the bar and too many bodies are packed in the darkened room to notice the path his hand is being taken. 

Leaning in close to his ear, you murmur, "Bought these for tonight."

And he wants to ask what exactly you bought, but then you're guiding him up a bare thigh to the edge of something silky and then - oh.

His eyes shoot up to meet your knowing gaze.

"You like them?" Asked with a wavering gulp of nerves.

He dips his finger in, feeling the warmth of your soft lips. You seem shocked that he would do such an obscene thing in public, judging by the way your eyes shut and your back arches. But his right-hand holds you tight on his leg.

And then, oh god, then he finds himself bringing his hand up and he licks the slick from his fingers and that just seals your fate. Openly gaping at him, he just smirks before standing you up and eagerly pulling you through the crowd where your laugh is lost amongst the music.

Running down the empty hallway, right past the elevators and into the marketing offices. He can hear your laugh now as you call his name.

"What's gotten into you?" you giggle with a hint of exasperation. 

Spinning you easily so that your back is pressed into the wall, he moves into your space, letting his lips linger just far enough from your own. But he can still feel the spreading warmth of your breathlessness. Hands settle on the silky fabric of your costume, holding you steady by the hips.

"You," he bites. "Fucking, you. Everywhere. All the time."

You lean in for the kiss, but he's not letting you off that easily. Grabbing your hand, he pulls you further down the hall - away from any prying eyes.

He knows the route of the cameras, but he really doesn't care at this point as his back knocks one of the office doors open. He's tugging you closer closer closer, making you jump into his waiting arms. Your smooth legs wrap around his middle as he easily holds your weight. With hands draped behind his head, you try to draw him into a kiss. But he turns so you kiss his cheek instead.

Your whine brings him pause. 

"Come on, baby," you pout. "Don't be like that."

Grabbing you by the bottom, he pulls you impossibly closer. Giving a small groan as you rub against his growing bulge. With a coo, you purposely circle your hips to gain friction.

Another hand pulls you back by your angel wings. He fixes you with a darkened look.

"What gives you the idea of walkin' round with those on?"

With a little huff of annoyance, "I'm trying to get my boyfriend to touch me. Though I'm starting to wonder if he even plans on - "

He's quick to jump on the moment, lips crashing into your ruby reds. Desperate and needy after a damn month of next to no contact with his girl. He sure as hell isn't wasting another second of it - all your games be damned.

Lips trail across the perfectly smooth skin of your jaw, down your neck where he sucks a mark in. Fake canines leaving a harsh impression on your otherwise flawless body. And he doesn't even realize he's talking, his mind is so far gone in the feel of your skin against him.

"That fucking song," he's saying as another kiss and bite is placed. "Singing and humming, and your damn ass, baby. At the gym. God, you've been drivin' me crazy all week."

Your laugh turns into a moan as he hits that spot below your ear with a hard suckle.

"Oh, good. That was my - uhh - plan," you manage. 

For that, he bites down hard on your shoulder. Breaking the skin with flecks of blood that he licks clean. Flashing you a victorious grin as he pulls back. And then he's turning, depositing you on the edge of a desk. You cross your legs and lean back with a coy smile.

His mouth goes slack at the sight of his girl, his perfect angel baby, playing all sweet and innocent for him. It's making his head spin.

"You know," you start with a bat of your lashes. "I've only ever kissed before."

He hides his chuckle as he rakes his eyes up and over your legs.

"Is that so?"

His hand darts out, begging to feel your warm skin - starting at your calf and slowly working up to your knee, toying with the hem of your white dress.

Your lips purse and you're looking up at him with this innocent expression as you nod, "Mhmm."

With a dominant touch, he parts your legs - spreading them wide as his fingers travel upwards.

"See, you're playing this angel character, but I think you've got a dirty streak, sweetheart," he smirks at the gasp you illicit when his fingers stroke along your slit.

"Crotchless panties?" He chides, rubbing his knuckle over your mound. "Fucking tease."

You preen, "Come on, Buck. I've got an itch to scratch. I need assistance."

He lets his finger dip into your wet hole for that little comment. Slowly stroking in and out, he watches you bite your lower lip.

"You gonna start singing?" he asks, toying with your control as his fingers glide against your warmth.

It startles a laugh out of you, which only spurs him on. "Keep it up and I might start singing a different t-une!"

A second finger easily joins the first. And maybe you think you know where this is heading, but he has different plans for you. Bucky enjoys that curious gaze that follows him as he drops down to the carpet, resting on his knees as he dives in.

You don't have time for questions as his tongue replaces the fingers. Licking that sweet salty amazing slick of your hot cunt. Swirling around your clit, down to your fluttering hole. Pulsing and begging for more more more.

There's a hand thrust roughly into his hair. Forcing your thighs further apart so he can really get in there, eat you out and suck your juices down.

You're moaning his name like a fucking prayer as your hips gyrate frantically. He zooms in, sucks your clit into his mouth. Watching you between heavy-lidded eyes as you fall apart above him. Your cum dribbles down his chin as he gently licks you clean, savoring that taste - he'll never get enough of it.

Chest shuddering, eyes closed with waves of ecstasy, Bucky waits for you to come down from the sudden high. He focuses on your beautiful thighs, kissing and suckling gently.

With a tug on his hair, "Your turn."

He gives one last kiss to your leg, before bringing his hands back to your sensitive core.

"About that," he trails off sweetly.

There's this look you give him like you're about to argue. But then your face goes slack as three fingers enter you with a squelching stretch. How many can he give you? Right here in the tower with a camera pointed at your back. All your friends and coworkers only a few rooms away. He's about to find out.

With fingers stretching you and filling you, he ignores the strain of his own arousal as he sucks at your clit.

Bucky watches you relax, unable to keep yourself sitting on the edge of the desk as you slowly slump back onto a stack of papers. Your hips arch into his touch as he swirls and sucks and fucks you.

He can feel it coming, faster than the first but still just as desperate. Your eyes are squeezed closed and your mouth is open and your chest is heaving and he's got you right there, just one more - 

Your thighs squeeze his head in place as you arch up into him once again. He takes his time easing his fingers out, enjoying the way your slick dribbles out. His fingers are shining with it and he can't help but lick them clean, watching you shudder and shake on the desk.

Voice a little breathless, you smile down at him, "If this is what happens when I sing - "

He's crawling over you, hands squeezing your hips as his crotch aligns with your wet cunt. His head lowers to meet your face. Cum-soaked lips meet plump red and he wants a taste. 

Bucky can't help the groan that escapes when that touch of iron hits him. You must have bitten your lips at some point and it's intoxicating. Cum and blood mixing and tangling and driving him that much more towards the edge. And then you're hooking a leg to hold him in place. Tugging him closer, making him rub against you once more.

"Please, baby," you beg. "Touch me."

And how can he deny you? Your arms wrap around his neck as you pull him down into a languid kiss. There's a moan when tongues meet and his hand is wedging under you and lifting you up. Your legs wrap around him as he walks you down the row of cubicles to a senior member's office.

He briefly takes in the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the city, before letting you slide down to the floor. When you steady yourself, something in the air changes. You drag a hand down his chest, fingers running over the buttons. He stiffens when your path leads you to the obvious bulge in his pants, but you linger for only a second before moving right back up to work him out of his shirt. Tantalizingly slow as you pop each button from its hole, exposing more and more of his blazing hot skin as you go. The last one gets stuck and in his growing impatience, he just rips the shirt off his back and throws it somewhere by the door.

A well-manicured hand rests above his heart, before slowly dragging down. Between your touch and the cold air, he can't help the shiver that runs through him.

Walking behind him, your hand traces over the muscles of his side and back. You pause, staring at him apparently. And then you're right there, flush against his bare skin, hands circled around to his chest as you lean in close to his ear.

Your voice is soft above the air system and thrumming of a distant party.

"I wanna be dirty."

He gulps, catches his breath, feels his chest grow tight and hot and his brain fizzles for a second before grabbing your hand and pulling you forward. Letting you land on the dark-wood desk. Hands steadying yourself as you lean over it. From this angle, he can properly appreciate the way your dress hugs your ass. And if he just…

You shiver as he pulls the hem up just a few inches to expose your leaking cunt.

"Fuck, princess," he groans, unable to keep the facade in place. 

His hands travel down to your ass, spreading your cheeks to get a better view of your still sensitive hole. You're squeezing, seeking out something that isn't there. Maybe just one more…

Your head is pillowed by your arms, facing the side as you breathe in with the touch of his hand on you again. Spreading your lips apart, staring at that sweet hot core.

Dropping down one more time, he nuzzles into you, licks a strip from slit to clit. Savoring the taste and the way you shudder as he works over your sensitive bud. Pink and perfect and just for him - only him. Spread wide and open, begging for his touch. Bucky can't help but drag his fingers along you, dipping into your cunt again. Watching the way you instantly clench around him.

Voice a barely-there whisper in the night, "Please."

Oh. 

He likes that. He likes that a lot.

That tight strain in his pants is becoming harder to ignore, but he wants to draw one more out of you, watch you fall apart before claiming you for himself.

His tongue darts in and out of your leaking cunt, swiping up cum with frantic movements. The hands holding your legs in place must be leaving some serious bruises, but you're just mewling and sighing. Withering and rocking against him as you reach the peak of another wave of pleasure.

Bucky runs his hands down the backs of your thighs as he waits for you to come down from the pleasure high. When you're ready, you lift your head up and peer down at him.

"You're insatiable."

He smirks, places a kiss to your bare thigh, gets lost in the glisten of cum still dripping from your hole.

With a stretch, you stand and he rises to his feet. You're staring down at the near-painful bulge presenting itself. Hopping up on the desk, you pull him closer by his belt and he lets you. As you unbuckle it, Bucky watches the flush and sweat on your brow. The determination in your eyes as you pull his pants down.

The instant relief of his cock being pulled free of the tight constraints of his clothes elicits a sigh from his lips. And then your hand's there, his head falls back at the sensation of talented fingers slowly stroking him. Let's himself surrender to the moment at last.

"So good for me, baby," you're saying.

He groans as your grip shifts, thumb rubbing the head of his cock with expert strokes.

And then you chuckle, "Looks like you needed a friendly hand. But," you stop. His eyes open. You smile sweetly, "I need action."

It takes a second for the words to reach his brain and make a full connection. And then in a flash of well-orchestrated movement, he has you on your back with your legs dangling over the edge of the desk. Pulling you closer, he forces your legs up and around his waist.

When you realize what's happening, you give this happy little sigh and wiggle your hips down towards his aching member.

In his head, he can hear you singing in the shower, tapping against a conference table, humming down the hall. It echoes and resonates and absolutely pushes him over the edge as you look up at him with a doe-eyed expression. Feigning innocence just for him.

That first touch sends him reeling as he eases into your wet cunt. Heat blossoms within the velvet walls with that first delicious knee-buckling slide. 

When he's fully seated inside you, with a heaving chest and sweat dampening his brow, you stare up with this blissed-out halo of lust and desire. Pulling out slow and purposeful before slamming back in. You gasp, arching up with the suddenness of his movement. So, he does it again. And again. Scooping you up by your bottom, bringing you half off the desk as he grinds into your wet hot core.

He's muttering something as he thrusts, hell if he knows what, but it's just falling from his lips. Something deep inside has him spilling out a litany of praises and satisfied moans. He's fucking close. Bucky can feel that building intensity and heat, but God, he wants you there again.

Arching and moaning under him, he brings a hand up to your clit. Rubbing it with quickened circular motions. Then you're really moaning and gasping and squeezing around him so fucking good and right and yes fuck yes, baby.

You scream as another peak of pleasure takes over, squeezing hard around him as you ascend to a higher point. And that has him chasing after you, thrusts growing fast and sloppy as he slides into your wetness. Your cum makes squelching noises as he rams into you, just one more, fuck.

Bucky freezes as his cum coats your walls with hot spurts, mingling with your own juices. You're boneless and slack under him as your chest heaves with deep shaky breathes. You've got a hand in your hair, which is a complete disheveled mess now.

Groaning as he pulls out, he shoves himself back into his pants before reaching out to finger you. Pushing the cum back into your quivering cunt, you gasp with the touch. Sitting up on your elbows, you gape and go to ask him something, but he just shakes his head with a smile.

"You got one more in there for me, don't ya, babygirl?"

"Fuck," your head makes contact with the desk as he takes his thumb to rub over your clit.

It doesn't take long for his over-sensitized girl to start shaking and arching up into his touch as he circles that pretty red bud.

He's glued to the sight of your cunt, glistening with cum, squeezing and clenching and grinding against his touch.

"Come on, angel."

That sends you over the edge, one last time.

He licks his fingers clean, readjust his clothes, waits for you to drop back to Earth. You're slow to sit up, looking a pretty mess. All because of him, he thinks rather proudly. He's sweet on you, smoothing out the wrinkles of your costume, straightening out your angel wings. And then he's cupping your blushing face and kissing your plump lips like that's all he was ever meant to do.

"That was," you start, words escaping your foggy mind.

"Amazing?" he supplements as he helps you off the desk with a hand in yours.

Your hip bumps his as you head out of the office, past the rows of empty cubicles. "Something like that," you offer.

You're holding onto him just a little bit tighter as your legs still seem a tad shaky. The fresh air of the hallway hits you with a blast of chill. Bucky wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to his chest.

"So," he starts tentatively. "How many more do you think you have in ya?"

You whip your head around to stare at him with a stunned expression. "Seriously?"

He smirks, shows his fangs. 

Pulling out of his grasp, you stare down the hall, and oddly enough, up at the ceiling. "How many floors are there?"

He goes to answer, but catches the knowing look in your eyes - challenging him.

Bucky swallows the lump in his throat, "We starting on the ground floor or?"

With a squeeze of his hand, you pull him close. Ghosting over his lips, "Think we can break into the penthouse?"

He nods quickly. Picturing you stretched out over Tony's fancy couch, disheveled and glowing.

You press a quick peck to his lips before settling back, "Well, come on then. My creature of the night."

Bucky smiles before giving a wolfish howl. You scream and start running for the elevators. He's quick on your heels, already planning the obscene things he'll do to you on the ride up.

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In Sweetness There Is Strength || Ricky, Rio and Winston

When: 30/06/2020 Who: @ricky-corderbro​, @3starsquinn​ & @danetobelieve Where: Room Mate Squad HQ Summary: After Rio’s fight with the trolls. Warnings: medical blood tw - they clean Rio up quite a lot and there is indepth discussion of Rio’s scars / bruises / injuries, also there is abuse mentions too. 

The events of the night swam through Orion’s head in a thick, convoluted fog. After Kaden dropped him off, Rio stood outside for a while. White noise filled his head. He was trying to process what had happened, but his brain seemed to refuse the request. Probably some kind of coping mechanism. It had still been too fresh on his mind. The attack, the pain, the murder. Everything clung to Rio’s throat, threatening to spill out at any moment. But instead, Rio felt lifeless. Like he had cried every lost ounce of liquid that he could to Kaden. Kaden. Who had gotten hurt trying to protect Rio from doing something stupid. Who had no choice but to listen to Rio scream about the pain. Who had listened when he had refused to go to the hospital. And he had done all of it knowing that the two didn’t actually get along or agree on anything. But would Rio have changed anything? Would he have attacked the trolls first, knowing what was coming? Or would he have simply put the two in danger again to try to avoid the violence. It felt like a lose-lose. That no matter what Rio tried to do, he was doomed to fail. Wow, poetic. Really hit that nail on the head. Isn’t that all Rio had been doing his life anyways? Failing?

But he couldn’t stand out here forever. Winston or Ricky would find him eventually. Or worse, some random passerby on the street would see Rio covered in blood and he would end up arrested. He couldn’t avoid them forever. It seemed like now was the best time to get the freak out over with. He stepped slowly towards the door, each step another stabbing pain in Rio’s side. He hadn’t exactly figured out what to do about the broken ribs yet. But he knew that the hospital wasn’t an option. Everything else would heal fine. The ribs were a bit more concerning. Tonight, he just wanted to crawl in bed. He moved to reach towards the door knob but stopped himself. Blood on carpet? Not a great idea. Ricky was having someone over on Friday. The place needed to stay clean. So he knocked with his elbow, careful to avoid getting blood anywhere. Rio was too embarrassed to look at whoever answered the door. His eyes were trained on the ground and locked onto a single space of the porch. “I’m sorry.” Rio breathed in, a small groan escaping his lips from the pain of breathing, “Can you uh- can someone go into my room? And grab me something to change into? And maybe a wet towel.” 

Things were going good. It was blissful. Things with Rio were going slow, but even something as little as holding hands was enough to send a cacophony of electric butterflies whirlwinding in the pit of Winston’s stomach. Rio was out and Winston and Ricky were fucking around on Borderlands Three. Literally fucking around. Winston was literally lying on the sofa so that their head hung off of the cushions and everything was flipped. “Ricky, I fucking told you that if you invert everything on your controller and flip yourself over it’s basically the same as just playing normal way up. Just more s-” they were interrupted by a knock at the door. Dashing to the door, they slid to a stop on just their socks (this was a strict no shoes in the home household) and pulled the door open spotting Rio. “Hey R-” they didn’t finish their sentence. “Is that blood?!” Winston’s hands flew to their face, pushing it up so that Rio had no choice to make eye contact with them. A veritable Jackson Pollock of injuries had been forced upon Rio and a fury that Winston rarely felt filled them. “Sorry, don’t be sorry, come in….” they spoke quietly, mainly because if they didn’t whisper they would scream, “Ricky, I’m going to get Rio a change of clothes for Rio, can you get the first aid kit and help clean him up and then we can take him to the hospital…” Winston headed straight up the stairs, not waiting for a response, their fury causing them to shake slightly with each step. 

“That’s just Borderlands with extra steps.” Ricky was draped half in/half on/half off an armchair as he and Winston ran around a swamp planet, shooting absolutely everything in sight, “Can we just fucking finish this and hop to the next planet? Everything here is green which means I can’t fucking see shit. Promethea was better. Urban landscapes don’t fuck with my color blindness like swamps do; and while I”m loving the gay romance subplot here, I’m ready to be able to land headshots successfully again” There was a knock on the door, which in and of itself wasn’t weird they were pretty popular and enough people just swung by to say hi, but the knock sounded strange like it hadn’t been made with a hand. Winston managed to extricate themselves from their strange position before Ricky could and went to swing the door open. Craning his neck to try to see who was in their entryway Ricky managed to fall fully out of the chair and onto the floor when he saw it was a bloody Rio, “WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU KNOCKING AND NOT JUST COMING IN JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.” He hopped to his feet, tossing his controller onto the chair and bolted for the very robust first aid kit he kept in one of the kitchen cabinets, digging out some alcohol wipes as he came back, “Sit on the stairs” he pointed to one of the lower steps as he tore the wipes open, “What happened and who do Winston and I have to kill. I’ll do it. I’ll rip a motherfucker’s throat out. That’s why I’ve got fangs.” He used said fangs to tear at a length of gauze, holding it out to Rio, “Is it okay if I touch you? To wipe your face?” 

Winston and Ricky reacted pretty much exactly how Orion expected them to. They were concerned. Shocked. He hadn’t expected them to be so… angry. Far angrier than Rio could manage to be right now. But the two wanted the trolls to pay for what they had done. Rio wished he could explain how they had already paid. Rio and Kaden limped away from that encounter alive. Could they say the same thing about some of the trolls? Winston pushed Rio’s face up, but Rio could hardly focus on their face. His sight felt glossed over, a mix of exhaustion, pain and shock. But he was being led inside, “But the floors…” Rio heard himself mumble as he was dragged inside. Rio gasped and held his side as he stepped. He hoped they didn’t notice the injury. They would want to look at his side. And they couldn’t see him like that. “I don’t want to get blood anywhere” He tried defending himself to the two. The carpets were important right? What about those antique floors Ricky always bragged about? Still, he mindlessly followed Winston into the home, only focusing when he heard the mention of the word hospital. “No!” Rio yelled, the volume surprising him. Up until now, he had barely been able to speak more than a whisper to Kaden or them. “Please. No hospital. My dad will be there. I can’t-” He didn’t finish his sentence. Ricky and Winston may not know everything yet, but it wasn’t hard to connect some of the dots. They knew he couldn’t risk seeing his dad. Especially not like this. Winston rocketed up the steps and Ricky settled Rio down on the steps, asking him questions that he didn’t think he could answer. “You can touch my face.” Rio sighed, wishing that they had been out when he had gotten home. The desire only worked to make him feel worse about himself. As Ricky asked more questions, he dotted cloth across Rio’s skin to clean the blood. He jumped as the cloth touched his cheek, the bruising and cuts stinging his face. “You- I do-” He tried to figure out his wording multiple times, stumbling through sentences and cutting himself off each time. Because he didn’t know what to say. Or how to say it. “It’s dead.” Rio finally settled on. Not all of them. Rio remembered their threat. But the two that had done this to Rio were both dead.

Winston came down the stairs with fresh clothes for Rio and a pile of towels, not to mention more first aid supplies just in case they had run out. “Fuck, I forgot-sorry,” Winston moved slowly to Rio’s side, “Rio’s right the hospital is a no go…. I would offer to help clean you up but I don’t think my hands are gonna be steady enough, I can try some healing magic once we’ve got you all cleaned up if you want…” Winston should’ve been there. Watching Rio like that made them angry. Seeing them in pain made Winston furious. They would’ve gone out and killed whatever had done this to them if it hadn’t been already dead. Swallowing. Winston pulled out a chair for Rio and motioned for them to sit in it. “Ricky is going to need to work on you for a bit if going to the hospital isn’t an option then the very least we can afford to do is get you all cleaned up.” Winston paused for a moment, glancing nervously at their shoes and then at the kitchen wall. “What do you want to do first? You can get cleaned up and get changed and get right and talk to us, or you can tell us as you go. But eitherway, I think-” Winston didn’t want to press him, “Rio,” they slipped their hands into Rio’s and gripped them firmly, “can you tell us what happened so we can try and help?” 

“THE FLOORS?!” Ricky scoffed a little and shook his head, “If I have to pick between you and the floors it’s going to be you every single time, Rio. I don’t give a single flying fuck about blood on the floors. I care about you being okay.” he knelt down next to Rio, carefully wiping his hands clean with one swab before ever so gently holding Rio’s chin and carefully cleaning off the wounds on his face, “I know this stings like a motherfucker. Did I ever tell you about the time I had to stitch up a mermaid bite on my side? You think you’re bleeding on the floors now you should have seen that. I’m pretty sure there’s still a stain on the landing.” He attempted to keep the conversation light, distracting Rio and Winston as best he could as he cast a moderately-trained gaze over his friend, “If we can’t go to the hospital I need you to tell me exactly where it hurts and how it hurts. I can do a decent amount; I’m used to having to care for myself, but if there’s something outside my field of knowledge I’ll have to make some calls and try to get somebody discreetly out here to take a look at you.” Shoving the bloody wipe into a bag near his feet Ricky opened another one, looking over Rio and sighing heavily, “I’m sorry we weren’t there to help. With whatever this was.” 

When Orion thought that Winston was moving to touch his side, Rio jerked, flailing his arm out to try to stop Winston before they had a chance to press it. “Don’t!” Rio hissed. He immediately squeezed his eyes shut, embarrassed that he had just done that. To Winston of all people. “Sorry- sorry. Just- please don’t touch it. I’m fine. I heal quickly.” He just hoped that they healed correctly. But there wasn’t another option. Could Winston’s healing magic even work with Rio fully clothed? He didn’t have it in him tonight to have that conversation. Rio grabbed at one of the towels and began mindlessly wiping at this arms. It didn’t fix the red stains across his body, but it at least took off the excess blood. And it served as something for Rio to focus on other than the looks Winston and Ricky were giving him. They were asking so many questions. But that wasn’t the scariest part. They were… caring? He wasn’t told to brush it off or get back up. They were protecting him. Just as they always did. “I got attacked. I- You don’t have to be sorry. Neither of you do. You can’t always be there to protect me. It was so pathetic that he even needed protection. He was supposed to be the strong one. Blessed with some divine gift for protecting others. It was all just meaningless words to him. “I- It’s dead.” Rio breathed deeply, ignoring the pain and trying desperately to stop himself from crying again. Hadn’t he done that enough tonight? “I- I killed it. I tried to stop it. To get away or beg them to leave us alone. But I couldn’t think of anything else to do. And I didn’t want to die and I- I killed it. It was a troll. And it’s dead now because of me.” His breath was catching in his throat, threatening to cut off his breathing all together. Ricky was trying to distract him with other stories, which Rio was happy to latch onto in an attempt to get his mind off of things. Ricky’s story and Winston’s hand wrapping around Rio’s were the only two things keeping him grounded right now. “I- I don’t know. I think I’m okay. Just… sore. He threw me into a tree.”

This was a lot to deal with. Winston wasn’t sure what was more overwhelming. The level of endearing that Rio was managing to achieve by being concerned about the fixings and furniture of the house over their own well being, over something that meant absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of things compared to Rio’s life. Maybe it was how upset Rio was that he had physically recoiled from Winston trying to touch him. “Hey, hey,” Winston could see the fact that Orion was upset and they could completely understand why, they remembered when they had killed the vampire that had gone after Ricky. They remembered when they had killed themself. They still remembered the look in August’s eyes as the energy was sucked whole from his body and used to bring Bea back from being a ghost. “I don’t know what happened, you tried everything you could by the sounds of it and you had nothing more that you could do.” Winston slowly stepped forward and held Rio close to them, pulling Rio’s head into the crook of their shoulder and running a calming hand through his hair. Leaning closer, Winston whispered quietly to Orion as they held them. “Listen, I- I saw Athena’s scars and I know that you probably got it worse then her if what you’ve said is true, but we can’t look after you if you’re gonna keep your hoodie and everything on. I know this is hard, but I can get Ricky to not bring anything up. We don’t have to talk about it right now. We just need to look after you okay.” 

Orion almost broke down when Winston hugged him. The hug was gentle and cautious. And Rio didn’t care how much it hurt because all he wanted was for Winston to keep hugging him the rest of the night like this. To run their fingers through his hair and promise Rio that he wasn’t a monster. Rio felt like a monster. Worse, he felt like a hunter. He needed to stay strong. If he cried now, he wouldn’t stop. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Rio wasn’t expecting Winston to know about the scars. But a moment later and it clicked into place. God, what an awful time to remember that Winston was probably super familiar with his sister’s scars. “It’s not- They’re not like hers.” Rio warned Winston. Athena’s scars were battle scars, won from killing creature’s and training. Rio’s were different. Unevenly healed wounds, burn marks. His scars were a punishment. But what choice did Rio have? It was Winston and Ricky after all. They knew him. Rio trusted them with his life, so why not trust them with this? “O-okay” Rio finally whispered back, making an attempt to grab at the hoodie so he could start to slowly peel it off. But the pain was way too severe to do it himself. “I- I can’t get it off myself.” Rio groaned. This was so embarrassing. This wasn’t something he should be asking from either of them, but especially Winston. They were nowhere near getting undressed near each other stage. “Can you help me please?” Rio finally asked, holding his arms into the air and trying to laugh, though it sounded more pained than humored, “This is so awkward, I’m sorry.”

Honestly, Winston wasn’t sure what they had been expecting. They had been ready to back right off and to find another way for them to fix this without having to get Rio to take off the hoodie. But Rio agreed and gently peeled away from Winston. Winston had to admit that they were reluctant to let him go, but they did so anyway. “It doesn’t matter, they’re just scars, they’re not you.” Winston had their own scar. It wasn’t going to be comparable to Rio’s but they thought maybe they could at least try and sympathise. Winston gave Rio a weak smile before nodding. “Yeah, don’t worry Rio I got you,” stepping forward, Winston carefully held Rio’s t-shirt down whilst slipping their hand under the hoodie and pulling it up. Once they were sure that the hoodie wasn’t going to pull away at the t-shirt, Winston grasped it with both hands and slowly and carefully helped Rio peel it off of their body. It was wet. With blood and sweat and god knows what. Winston dropped it into the empty kitchen sink. Thank fuck that Ricky kept this place spotless. Glancing over at Rio, they squeezed his hand and nodded at them, doing their best not to look at the exposed skin on Rio’s. It was clear why Rio had been afraid, had been embarrassed even. Winston could tell that there had been a lot of pain and a tidal wave of sympathy and anger over took them. Tears threatened to rush to their eyes and Winston insisted on remaining calm. “We’re good okay, I’m gonna get you a soda or something, you should get your blood sugar up and Ricky is going to start looking you over.” 

Ricky remembered the first time he’d met Rio, when they’d been caught on the beach in a sudden storm and taken refuge in the workshop. How he’d had to go wait outside in the rain for Rio to finish changing because the man was so secretive about his bare skin. So, in an attempt to alleviate the pressure of being looked at and give Winston and Rio a little bit of privacy in this moment, Ricky busied himself tying his hair back and making sure his glasses were absolutely spotless. When out of the corner of his eye he could see that the sweatshirt had been removed he nodded to Winston, “Grab me one too please.” It was immediately concerning to him that Rio couldn’t manage the range of motion to remove his own sweatshirt and Ricky pushed his glasses up on his nose, leaning forward to look over Rio, “It should go without saying, but I’m going to say it anyway, inside these walls any secret we learn is safe. Nothing is going to reach anyone else. Where on your chest is it hurting? Since it clearly is.” He was very very careful not to touch Rio, who was clearly in a fragile state at the moment, “Though I think we both know that the answer is probably ‘broken ribs’ especially if you got thrown into a tree.”

Orion never knew how people were going to react when they saw the scars. For the most part, he had kept them secret. Only a few in town had ever seen them. Rio had only ever actually told one person where they truly came from. But Winston and Ricky knew enough about Rio by now. He knew they were smart enough to connect the dots. Winston went to grab drinks, something Rio realized that he desperately needed. He hadn’t even realized how dry his mouth had been until they mentioned it. Ricky paid no attention to the scars aside from ensuring that the secret was safe with him. Of course it was, because Ricky was an incredible friend. And Rio shouldn’t have been so scared about telling either of them about it for this long. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you both I- I just can’t tell anybody about it right now. Except for Blanche. She’s the only one that knows.” Rio’s heart was going haywire, never having anybody quite those close to him when he wasn’t wearing a hoodie. He felt exposed, like he was on full display to his roommates. “I’m pretty sure it’s broken ribs.” Rio nodded his head in agreement, lifting his right arm to attempt at pointing to his side, “This side has the most pain, but I hit it face forward so it could have gotten both sides, I don’t know.” He still couldn’t believe that this was actually happening right now. When Winston returned with drinks, Rio took a long drink from it, almost coughing the thing back up from pain. But he forced it down and felt the instant relief in his throat. “If- if you need to get a better look at it you can…” Rio paused, too embarrassed to speak the words. He had to force himself into a pained deep breath before rambling out, “takeofftheshirtifyouneed.” He groaned, wishing he hadn’t just offered but trying to lighten the mood as best as he could. “I trust your intentions.” He hoped that his attempt at a smile came through to the both of them. But he didn’t want to do so without warning them ahead of time, “But it’s uh- it’s worse. Under the shirt. Just so you know. The arms aren’t as bad.” He just didn’t want Winston to get too freaked out. Some of the wounds were recent. Some of the bruises were from the tree and would eventually go away. But most wouldn’t. “Someone will have to help me again if that’s the case…”

“Listen, you don’t need to apologise for not telling us anything, you don’t ever need to tell us anything.” Winston slipped Ricky’s drink down beside him and crouched besides Rio, a hand gently placed on his knee doing everything that they possibly could to be reassuring for him right now. “Whatever happened, we don’t need to talk about it right now, if you need Blanche here I can get her now, right now we don’t need to be thinking about what could or should be one way or another, what we’re thinking and focussing on is getting you patched up so everything heals right.” Winston tried not to think about the scale of the injuries. They’d started reading up on healing magic but they could do about as much as an aspirin right now, healing major wounds or setting bones wasn’t really something they were going to risk yet. “Don’t worry about your shirt, I got it.” Winston quickly and carefully slipped Rio’s less damaged arm through the hole, before tugging the shirt over Rio’s head and finally pulling the rest of the shirt off of him. Grabbing a towel, Winston carefully folded it over before placing it around Rio’s shoulders. That way Ricky could still see and at least Rio would have some privacy. Winston tried not to look at the bruises and cuts too carefully. There were clearly a patchwork of fresh wounds, but then again there was also older scars. Burns for some reason. Winston’s very soul was a blaze in that moment. No wonder Athena was the way she was. No wonder Rio never wanted to take his hoodie off even in the middle of a roasting hot club. Anger bubbled inside of Winston. White hot. Fuelled by the pain of someone who truly didn’t deserve this. Someone who had literally been thrown through a tree and needed love and tender affection and not to be burned by the people who were meant to protect and care for him. 

In the heat of the moment there was a lot that ran through Ricky’s mind, but if he had any skills it was the ability to compartmentalize so he could deal with emotions later, “I second that. You owe us no explanation for anything. You owe nobody that. The only thing we need from you right now is to let us help you however we can.” Ricky’s own chest was a fairly well covered network of scars from aquatic monsters, a tree vampire, and just being fucking stupid, but it had absolutely nothing on the novel’s worth of scar tissue that ran across Rio. He could feel the very animalistic part of him, that only ever lurked just behind the bright smile and easy laugh, raging at the story the scars told, coupled with what he knew of Rio’s family. But his anger was his own burden, not something he would ever ask Rio to help carry. “Yeah that troll fucked you up pretty good my dude.” he didn’t even have to raise his fingers to feel for broken bones, he could tell from the bruising and the swelling that some ribs had been broken. “It sounds like you’re breathing okay. It probably hurts like a motherfucker but I don’t think you punctured anything.” rocking back on his heels Ricky took his glasses off and massaged the bridge of his nose, “I can’t fix that. I could have set an arm or a leg, and I can do stitches, but ribs…. I just have field medic training. If you look me in the eye and tell me Ricky my hunter healing will take care of this just fine, I’ll believe you, and carry you up to your room to rest and heal up. But, if that’s not the case, I know someone I could call to come over and discreetly patch you up.” sliding his glasses back onto his face he gave Rio a smile, “It’s up to you, my dude. We’ll follow your lead here.” 

“It’s fine I don’t need someone else here freaking out too. You both are enough.” Orion wanted them to not worry as much. Maybe if he could convince them that he was okay, they would be too? They had both already worked magic for him. Rio had come home feeling like everything in the world was ending. Now, Rio was in pain and his heart still hurt for those trolls. But he felt loved. Accepted. Safe. There wasn’t anything more that he could ask for. “I’ll tell her tomorrow. Let her get a good night’s sleep before she freaks out.” Winston, as per usual, was Rio’s savior. They wrapped the towel around Rio’s neck to give some sort of security. Nobody had seen Rio shirtless in… years. Probably since childhood. Rio had always found excuses to get away. To hide and avoid any prying eyes. Somehow, in what was probably one of the most revealing moments of Rio’s life, he still felt incredibly safe. These two were something else. “I’ve had broken ribs before.” Rio admitted. He didn’t give any further details. He didn’t need to . “They healed.” He wasn’t sure that they had ever healed correctly, but they had stopped hurting eventually. “This will all heal. I promise.” Rio couldn’t risk Ricky’s contact being anyone that knew his parents or sister. It was a small town and the Quinn’s weren’t invisible. They would heal. They had to heal. “I- I don’t know how to thank the both of you for this.”

“You don’t need to say thank you to anyone for cleaning you up after you were put through a tree,” Winston took a step forwards in front of Rio and took both of his hands. “Here, let me try something, I hope it’ll help a little.” Grasping Rio’s hands gently in their own, Winston gave them a gentle squeeze before muttering a string of Latin that they had memorised a few weeks ago. A cascade of power began to gently trickle out of Winston’s fingers, little tendrils of light braiding themselves up and through the air before they tracked back into Rio’s hands. The light slipping through the skin. Winston could feel a brief moment of exhaustion and their eyes felt heavy. Their breath became laboured and a moment later they pulled away from the power. “I can’t really do healing magic, but that should at least help with some of the pain for a bit. It’s the only spell I can really do and… I hope it helps.” They really needed to keep a doctor on retainer, between the three of them. “Well, Ricky it seems like you still get to take the next trip to the hospital,” Winston moved over to their fridge and tapped the colour wheel that Ricky had drawn up months ago, as a joke of course, next to their house chore chart. “Yeah, says Ricky’s up next.” 

Ricky watched quietly as Winston wove their magic, seeing them grow more tired as the energy left them and flowed into Rio, quiet latin filling the room “Careful there Merlin.” RIcky gave a wry smile, “I don’t want to have to carry you both upstairs if you knock yourself out doing too much magic.” He squeezed Rio’s knee gently, leaning back against the wall at the foot of the stairs, “Rio. There’s nothing to thank us for. I dunno how to make it more clear, but I love you with every single ounce of my rotten heart. Fervently. Deeply. Truly love you. Both of you. You guys are my family. This is your home. Not just your house. You deserve to feel safe and comfortable here and I’ll do absolutely everything in my power to make this a refuge for you. But Winston’s right. You gotta obey the hospital wheel. It’s my turn next. This is why we have the rota.” Ricky pushed himself back to his feet, wiping his now-slightly-bloody hands on his jeans, “I’ll make some dinner. Y’all get upstairs and comfortable. I’ll bring a few trays up. We can watch something stupid while we eat. You’re home now, Rio. Any troll who wants a piece is gonna have to get through me and Winston. I will go full goddamn seal beast mode to stop that from happening.” 

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Snake Dance

Summary: Sweet Pea/Reader Request: Sweet pea’s gf decides to become a serpent and performs the dance in the white wyrm in front of everyone including him.

You’d been dating Sweet Pea for months. You’d been half welcomed into the Serpent’s you knew they’d protect you; you were Sweet Pea’s girl after all. “Hey Toni?” You ask when she sits next to you at lunch. “What’s up Y/N?” “Do I have to talk to FP or Jughead about joining the Serpents?” “Really?” she looks you up and down. “Yes.” “You’re not doing this because of Sweet Pea are you? Like you’re not doing this just to be closer?” “Sort of. I want to be with him; but you and Fangs are two of my closest friends now; and I feel like we’ve bonded and I just;I feel safe with all of you. And I love the leather badass aesthetic you guys have.” Toni smiles.

“You could’ve just said it cause you like leather and I would’ve been fine with it. Jughead’s who you want to talk to about the trials. Beside’s the dance; you’ll have to come back to me for that.” “Dance?” She nods smirking. “Sweet Pea is going to thank me.” She laughs and you leave to find Jughead. “Jughead; can we talk for a second?” “Yeah? Is something wrong?” “I want to join the Serpents.” “Oh thank fuck.”

“What?” “I told Sweet Pea he wasn’t allowed, hell none of them were allowed to recruit you cause it’s pretty weird having people you’re dating join up in the serpents if you’re not sure the relationship is going to last; so they have to come on there own, like you did.” “Oh. So the trials?” “You have to memorize the Serpent laws, show you’re fearless; and then the dance.” “Show I’m fearless?” “You’re not scared of snakes are you?” He grins and you shake your head. “Talk to Toni about the dance. She’ll show you everything about it.” He nods and you return to Toni after school. “So the dance, can you teach me?” “Of course.”

“Toni I’m going to die.” You groan flopping onto the couch. “You’ll be fine Y/N.” “No I’m pretty sure I’m going to die. I mean what if-“ “Don’t you’ve gotten most of the steps down.” “I can’t do the steps and the hand movements at the same time! That ruins it!!” You scowl and she laughs. “What?” “You do know you have like two weeks to learn this right? It’s only been three days since you asked about it.” “It still feels like not enough! I mean the laws and whatever the fearless thing is; I’m sure I can handle but the dance is what’s freaking me out. I feel like a four year old playing dress up.” You nudge the heel’s you taken off. “You’ll do fine, how about we start with the hand movements and then the dance; and then we can try them together again.”

It’s the night before the dance; you’ve done the other trials; repeating the laws was nerve wracking having everyone shouting and cheering; but it was nice how much more welcoming the Serpent’s had been even just by you committing to that. The snake on the other hand went surprisingly disastrous considering said snake was venom-less; not only did it bite you; but you managed to knock the blade free and have it slice you before you’d grabbed it out. FP had been relieved; commenting you hadn’t done as bad as Fangs’ who’d moved so suddenly that he’d smashed his fist through the glass tank. Toni’s favourite part of the story is when Fangs tried to defend himself; inadvertently cementing his nickname in everyone’s eyes. “We purposefully don’t have the dance the same night as the other trials; also; Toni picks the date for you to do it. It’s easier so we can make sure it’s just Serpent’s.” You nod as FP explains, as he finishes wrapping your hand. “It might scar; I’d advise at least two days to let it heal before any movement. Let alone the dance.” You frown as Toni brings you back home. “So? Any ideas?”

“Three days from now.” “Of course; I’ll let everyone know then.” She smirks and nods to your hand. “Better practice. And choose your outfit!” “Outfit? I thought I was just wearing underwear?” “Yeah; in front of all the Serpents; choose wisely.” She laughs and leaves you at your front door; you sigh; walking straight to your closet to look through your outwear first; you know this won’t matter as much, considering it’ll be removed within minutes. You still take your time smirking when you have an idea. You pull out the leather skirt you’d gotten mostly as a joke rolling the waistband so it’s almost a mini skirt and finding one of Sweet Pea’s old shirts to tuck into it. With that sorted you debate your bra and underwear; you ignore anything that’s not matching and finally break and message Toni. -Pink or black?- -We’ve never seen pink before- You grin pulling the pink set you have over; glaring at the heels wondering if they’ll match but as Toni and Cheryl reminded you; black goes with everything.

You make a point of not telling Sweet Pea, just enjoying the excuse that Toni invited you to the serpent’s party as a way to warm you up before you become an official serpent. You can feel when Sweet Pea’s eyes land on you and as the night goes on you don’t feel them off you once. Toni laughs using the excuse of girl talk to pull you away. “You ready Y/N?” “I don’t think I’m gonna die for now.”

“Good start.” She winks nodding to the stage where FP offers his hand out. You hadn’t realized he’d been talking, or that he introduced you but when you step up onto the stage and hear the crowd cheer you can’t help but smile at their excitement. They quiet as the music starts and you try your best to focus on Sweet Pea who seems extremely bothered that his shirt is the first thing to go. You know there wasn’t any rules on which you took off first, just that by the next beat both your top and bottoms had to be off leaving you in just your ‘snake skin’ to dance to. You can’t help but smile to yourself; you’d decided to go slightly more literal with the snake skin metaphor, choosing to wear the pink snake patterned bra set you’d gotten as a joke when Cheryl and Toni took you birthday present shopping for Sweet Pea. He hadn’t seen it, you’d just buried it in your drawers embarrassed at how revealing it was.

You can tell he’s pleased, his gaze tracking you as you slowly draw your hands up yourself and cross them over yourself before dipping down again to repeat the motion; snake charmer indeed you think, with how you can feel everyone’s eyes on you. You turn around, letting your hand slide up the opposite arm before you turn back to face everyone and repeat it on the opposite hand finishing with your hands wrapped around your own chest and neck as the song fades. You watch the crowd, they raise their hands in the fang gesture and you watch confused, before you realize they’re voting. You turn watching FP who’s eyes scan around the room; he laughs stepping forward.

“As If I’d say no. In unity-“ he turns to you holding his own hand in the gesture and you mimic, doing the same. “There is strength!” You all shout and can’t help the rush it brings to see everyone speaking as one. Toni’s next to you handing you your own jacket and you beam when she and fangs hug you. You watch; Sweet Pea letting everyone else congratulate you. You worried you’ve upset him but when you make it over to him redressed and sporting your new jacket his hands slide right under your clothes, one against your back pulling you against him and the other under your skirt.

“Why on earth did you not inform me that this is what you’d be wearing?” “Well it was supposed to be for your birthday, but we went out to Pop’s so I figured now would be a good time to use it.” “Well happy birthday to me, a few months late, but I don’t mind; now-“ “Sweet Pea! Quit hogging the newest snake! We wanna;” The serpent quiets himself when Sweet pea glares. “You can induct her into everything on Friday.” “Babe tomorrows Thursday.” “I know; we’re going back to my trailer for now; I expect you all to be able to carry on without us?” He grins and everyone nods varying degrees of disgust on their faces.

“So I’m guessing you liked it?” You laugh  as he pulls you towards his bike, pausing to nudge you agains the wall so he can kiss you. “Like is too soft a word.” “Soft? Does this mean there’s a harder word?” You laugh gasping when he presses himself against you. “Definitely something’s harder, but we both know it’s not the conversation.” “Well now I understand why you said I’ll be back on Friday.”

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