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Urgent Care part 2/(??)

A/N: Alright, since several people asked for a second part and I was hit with a bit of inspiration, we’ve got a second part of urgent care! I tried to continue with the civil war spin-off, so I hope you guys like it!!

Word Count: 2852

Warnings: None

Part 1

“How could I have let you rope me into staying?” I whine.

“Because you love me and I don’t want you to leave.” Natasha answers simply.


“Why are you scowling like that, (Y/N)?” I look up, shielding my eyes against the sun with my hand to find Peggy standing a short ways off.


“Don’t distract her, that’s her thinking face.” Natasha says, smirk firmly in place.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” I grumble, folding my arms across my chest, leaning back against the tree behind me and pouting at the grass.

“Was there something you needed Ms. Carter?” Natasha asks, crossing her ankles.

“Steve is waiting for you in the hangar, (Y/N).” Peggy says, looking directly at me instead of Natasha.

“Oh shit, is it really that time already?”

“Have you not been paying attention to the time?”

“Well, based on the fact that I’m trying to ignore the fact that I’m still stuck in this compound, no. No I have not.” I haul myself to my feet and brush any bits of grass from my bum before turning towards the facility entrance. “Anything I should know before I head down there?”

“Anthony will not be joining you, if that’s what you’re fishing for.”

I heave a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness.”

Peggy snorts in derision and shakes her head. “Why the two of you can’t get along, I’ll never know.”

“It’s because they’re so incredibly alike that they can’t come to any sort of compromise.” Natasha offers. “So, instead of trying to be friendly, they just butt heads at every single opportunity.”

“That might just be it, Ms. Romanoff.” Ms. Carter agrees, addressing Natasha formally. They’ve known each other for going on three weeks and they still insist upon referring to each other by their surnames. “You should go to the hangar. Steve doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

I nod once. “Alright, thank you for letting me know.”

Natasha and Peggy wave to me as I head down to the hangar.

It takes me about ten minutes to finally reach the hangar and locate the quinjet Steve decided to use. He’s standing just inches away from the ramp, tapping almost angrily at the screen of the tablet in his hand.

“Careful,” I warn. “You might crack the screen jabbing at it like that.”

Steve’s shoulders jump slightly, the only indication that I was able to startle him. He slowly looks around before catching sight of me and smiling sheepishly. “About time you got here. I thought you were going to bail on me there for a bit.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t do that. I’d just make you wait till you decided to just leave without me and suddenly appear, as if out of nowhere, and scare the crap out of you.”

“It seems like you’ve already done that.”

I smirk at him. “I rest my case.”

Steve rolls his eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Is there anything you have to grab before we leave?”

“Yeah, just a sec.” I turn away from him and cup my hands around my mouth. “HEY, FREDDY.”

“WHAT.” The response comes almost instantly.




“OKAY,” The hangar falls silent for a moment. “JUST GIMME A SEC TO FIND IT.”


“No rush?” Steve questions, one eyebrow arched questioningly.

“He literally only needs one second,” I say, holding out my hand in time to catch the handles of a brown, canvas duffle bag. “THANKS, MAN.”

“ANY TIME, (Y/N).”

“Who the hell is that?” Steve asks.

“That’s Freddy. He’s cool.” I answer, slinging the bag over my shoulder and heading into the quinjet.

“How did he do that?”

“He’s an inhuman, but he doesn’t want anyone knowing about it, okay? You tell anyone what you saw, and you won’t be able to move for a month.” I warn.

“How do you know then?”

“Well, it’s simple really. He and I were in the same room when a terrigen crystal fell on the floor and shattered. We went through the mists together.” I toss my bag onto a seat along the wall of the jet before turning around, hands on my hips, to face Steve. “He and I are well versed in the ways you Avengers types react to new people with powers. The only reason I was confident in you knowing what I could do is because I worked closely enough with you for you to know that I wouldn’t misuse my gift. So, don’t tell anyone, alright? The threat still stands.”

Steve holds up his hands in surrender and steps around me to reach the pilot’s chair. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Good.” I nod resolutely and take my seat a short ways away from him. “Whaddaya think Bucharest is like this time of year?”

Ma’am, have you seen this man before?” I ask the kind looking old woman manning a produce stand.

Oh yes!” The woman answers happily. “In fact, he was just here a few hours ago! He buys produce from my sister and I every couple of days or so. Such a kind young man.” She blinks up at me a few times, her brows knitting together. “Is he in trouble?

Not at all! He helped out my friend a few years back and I was hoping I could thank him.

What a nice child you are. Please let him know I said hello!”

“I’ll be sure to!”

I quickly cross the street to meet a poorly disguised Steve at a coffee cart.

“Any news?”

“Yes, you look like Steve Rogers in a baseball cap and aviators.” Steve scowls at me. “Aren’t they supposed teach you how to blend in in the army? Not even in S.H.I.E.L.D.?”

“(Y/N).” He says, his tone warning.

I roll my eyes and shove my hands in my pockets. “The nice old lady at the produce stand says she saw him a few hours ago. He’s definitely here, I just don’t know where he’s staying.”

“Not even an approximate location?” I shake my head. “Didn’t your contact give you any information?”

“I never asked for specifics, okay? I didn’t think I’d be stuck with you on this mission. This was supposed to be a field trip for you and Wilson or whoever it is your besties with these days.”

“Well Sam’s not here, so I need your help with this.” Steve says gruffly. “Is there anyone else you could possibly find that might know where he is?”

I scowl at the ground, trying to think for a moment. “He’s lost an arm, right?”

“Yes, his left one. Why?”

“Everyone has a different energy and, if I concentrate, I can see the shapes of their energies. His prosthetic should have a different signature than the rest of his body or, if we’re really lucky, it won’t have any signature at all.” Taking a knee, I press the palms of my hands flat against the rough concrete of the sidewalk.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m concentrating really, really hard.” I snap. “If you interrupt again, I’ll put you on your ass, and you know I can’t carry you back to the quinjet.”

Steve backs away from me, hands held out in surrender.

I take a deep breath and press my hands more firmly to the concrete, and close my eyes.

Slowly releasing the breath I was holding, I extend the reach of my power through the city, searching for Bucky’s unique energy signature.

It’s easy to pinpoint several types of signatures right off the bat. Men, women and children are the easiest, followed by pregnant people, who have two energies mixed inside them. There are hundreds of thousands of people in this city and the sheer number of them is overwhelming.

In my search I see several amputees, all of them missing different limbs, some of them having lost more than one. Thankfully, there’s only one signature that could be the man I’m looking for. Their energy is a silver blue that vacillates between dull and blindingly bright. A dull dark gray sits in the place where their left arm should be and I know I’ve found our man.

“I’ve got him.” I announce, pushing myself off the ground and brushing my hands off on my jeans.

“What?” Steve asks, dumbfounded.

“I said I found your boyfriend, Rogers.” A dark blush spreads across his cheeks.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and refuses to look at me.

“Really?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow.

“He’s not!” He insists. I shake my head and he glares at me. “Can we please just go find him?”

I snort and nod once. “Yeah, sure, his apartment building is this way.” I say, jerking my thumb over my shoulder and turning on my heel, not bothering to wait for him before walking off.

We make it about five blocks before I have to stop and hone in on Bucky’s energy signature again. From what I can tell, we’re about a block and a half away from his building and he hasn’t moved much since I last checked on him, which seems a bit odd.

“You’re making a face,” Steve observes.

“Your friend hasn’t moved since I last checked in on him fifteen minutes ago.” My brow furrows. “Does that seem strange to you?”

“It does,” Steve’s eyes travel up the height of the apartment building. “What floor is he on?”

I squeeze my eyes shut and concentrate on Bucky’s energy. “Tenth Floor, second door off the staircase.”

Steve nods before walking off down the pavement, shoulders set, his pace quite fast.

I heave out a sigh and take off after him, having to jog just to keep up with him. At the pace Steve has set we make it to the apartment building in about five minutes.

Steve bursts through the door and hurtles up the stairs and I have to work to stay even just one flight behind him. Luckily enough I manage to tap into the energy I had stored up and take the stairs a two or three at a time, just barely managing to stay on his tail.

As soon as we hit the fifteenth floor, I put a hand on Steve’s chest to keep him from rushing into the room.

What?” he hisses.

I hold a finger to my lips. “Someone else is in there with him.” I whisper. “They’re both throwing off weird energy.”

“What are we supposed to do?”

“You kick in the door, I’ll take out whoever’s in there. I won’t hurt Barnes, but I can’t make any promises about the other person.”

Steve nods before slamming his boot against the door just about where the deadbolt would be.

The door crashes open with such force that the door knob lodging in the drywall when it makes contact.

As soon as I’m through the door I see a stout blond man, red book in hand, reading off a list of what I can only assume is gibberish, until I see Bucky on his hands and knees on the floor, breathing heavily, teeth gritted and eyes squeezed shut. The blond man then registers as a threat and I slap my hand against the back of his neck and tighten my grip, draining him of enough energy to cause him to pass out.

Once he’s crumpled to the floor I zip tie his hands and feet together before making my way over to Bucky who’s still on the floor taking deep gasping breaths, trying to calm himself.

I place a gentle hand on his shoulder only to have him whip his head to the side to look at me, his eyes wild. I can feel his heart racing, adrenaline coursing through his body, so I siphon off a little bit of the excess energy his body is throwing off in an attempt to calm him down. His shoulders almost immediately relax and the tension in his jaw loosens. When his breathing slows, I remove my hand from his shoulder, breaking the connection, and motion for Steve to come in.

Steve all but falls to his knees beside his friend, placing almost unsure hands on his shoulders. Bucky slowly lifts his head, his eyes dragging up Steve’s chest and over his face before meeting his eyes. Steve looks at him apprehensively, worry entirely evident in his body language.

“Steve?” Bucky croaks.

“Yeah, Buck, it’s me.” Steve says, eyes misting over. “Are you alright?”

“What-” His voice cracks and he has to stop and take a deep breath before he can continue. “What are you doing here?”

“I had to find you.” Steve says simply. “From what I can tell, it’s a good thing we showed up when we did.” Bucky’s only response is a half-hearted smirk.

The man on the floor begins to stir and I place my hand on the floor, searching out his energy signature and draining a little bit of excess energy and causing him to pass out again.

“How… how did you do that?” Bucky asks.

“I’m an inhuman. I can manipulate stored energy.” His eyes widen in fear and I hold up my hands defensively. “I’m not dangerous, I promise. I work with him.” I say, nodding my head to Steve.

Steve nods in affirmation. “She mainly works in the medbay. She’s not going to do anything to hurt you.”

“Alright.” He says, still eyeing me warily.

“What did that guy want with you?” Steve asks. I shoot him a look filled with warning and he chooses to ignore it.

“I don’t know.” Bucky shakes his head. “I just know he had the red book and that he wanted to reactivate me. And before you ask, no, I don’t know why.”

Steve nods his head in acceptance. “Okay.”

Now that the crisis has been averted I look around the apartment. In all honesty, there isn’t much to look at.

There’s a small kitchen with outdated appliances, slightly cluttered countertops and an island separating it from the rest of the one room apartment. There’s a small pile of notebooks on top of the fridge with what looks to be candy bars surrounding the pile. A mattress with practically nothing on it sits in the corner and a small set of shelves sits a short ways away with a few cinder blocks next to it. What they’re they’re for, I’m not entirely sure I want to know.

“Why are you hiding here?” I ask, turning my eyes back to Bucky.

“I didn’t think anyone would look for me here. I guess I was wrong.” He answers. “How did you even find me?”

“A few Inhumans in the area contacted me when they found out that Steve was looking for you.” I fold my legs underneath me and place my hands on my thighs. “I had no idea I was going to be here, but I’m glad I was.”

“Thank you for stopping him.” Bucky nods to me, sitting back on his calves, his breathing having finally slowed to a normal pace.

“Speaking of,” I shuffle over to the unconscious man on the floor and pat him down, looking for any form of identification. It doesn’t take me long to find his wallet. “Says here is name is Helmut Zeemo. Military. He’s from… oh fuck me.”


“Steve, he’s from Sokovia.” Flipping up one of the flaps in the wallet I find a family photo and my throat goes dry. “He had a family.”

“Do you think they were…” Steve trails off, looking at his hands. They’re trembling slightly. “Do you think they were there when the city came down?”

“Well… Didn’t Peggy say something about a bomb having been found at the UN when the Accords conference was set to happen?”

Steve stares at me blankly. “She did. Do you think this could have anything to do with that?”

“Steve, I realize you’re blond, but I know you’re not stupid.” He just gives me the same blank look and I roll my eyes. “Most of the team was supposed to be at the conference. If he blames the Avengers for his family’s deaths, then it would make sense for him to try to take them out as revenge.”

“So you think that when he failed at the UN he tried to go after people we consider family?”

I nod. “And he went after Bucky because of his affiliation with Hydra.”

“What are you trying to say?” Bucky asks.

“She’s saying that he wanted to use you to destroy the avengers and make it look like you did it of your own free will.” Steve answers. “As long as he’s the only person who knows about that book, then it would appear as though you actually wanted to attack us instead of you being controlled.”

“Oh.” Bucky murmurs.

“One question, Mr. Barnes,”

“What would that be?”

“Would you consider returning to New York with us? For safety’s sake, of course.”

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Teen Titans - Flinx


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“I don’t want to go pick up the take-out order.”

“Well, I don’t either.”

Jinx rolled her eyes. “You can get there in five seconds, Wally.”

He shrugged and grinned at her. “I’m just too tired.”

“Too tired my ass.” She leaned back on her heels and regarded him carefully, chewing on her lower lip and trying to bat her big, pink eyes at him. He was unrelenting in his laziness and she groaned again. “Come on, Wally. Please?”

He shrugged. “Nose goes.”

Damnit. Jinx never beat her boyfriend at that game. Really, how could you beat a speedster at a game that required speed as a skill set? She glared at Wally and crossed her arms over her chest, tapping her fingers on her upper arm. Outside the snowstorm raged, white flakes obscuring the whole street until it looked like the entire world existed only in shades of white and gray. Jinx shivered at the thought of having to step outside their apartment and tried to play coy again.

“It’s cold, Wally.” She moved closer to him, pouting her lips as she ran her icy fingertips over his chest. She could feel his muscles tighten with excitement under her touch, his body almost immediately reacting to her proximity alone.

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Sundays With Father Todd: Gun Kink

Rating: M
Word Count: 2144
Warnings: gun kink, palming, deep throating
Pairings: Jason/Damian, lightly implied Bruce/Jason, heavily implied Dick/Damian

Summary: While saving the part-time dynamic duo’s sorry asses, Jason witnesses something that leaves him with the worst case of a permanent hard on he’s ever experienced.

What The Hell Did They Teach You In Assassin School?!

Everything about this situation was borderline pathetic. The building had more escape routes than a block of Swiss cheese, enough dark corners for the entire Justice League to make a surprise attack, and enough terrain obstacles for one impressive game of paintball. There was absolutely no reason a situation like this should have ever risen in the first place, even in any of the thousands of scenarios Bruce was known to force his boys to train for.

Which just went to show how much of a bitch Fate could be when rolling her dice.

There were fifteen villains. Six on Dick and nine on the demon child. 

Apparently, the bad guys were finally learning that Robin could be more of a threat than Batman himself – especially this Robin. Then again, maybe the fact that Dick was locked in a cage, and damn, the teasing Jason planned on giving him for that one, had the baddies at ease.

There was really no challenge in jumping in and saving them. Hell, Jason had been in worse fights in shopping markets the night before Thanksgiving. So rather than just jumping in and saving them at all, he sat back in his nice little shadowy corner and deiced to watch the show for a bit.

Robin was being questioned. Jason had no idea why. It wasn’t like the dynamic duo held any extra information that would be of use to this particular gang. Unless maybe they had been caught in the act of sabotage and were now expected to spill the beans on what they had done to fuck up the gang’s plans for the night.

Damian looked positively murderous with the way one of the guns kept insistently nudging him in the back of the head every time an answer was expected of him. He finally snapped out some derogatory comment that had Batman laughing – Jesus, Dick. Batman doesn’t laugh! At least, not like that! – and wow, was that a bad idea.

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anonymous asked:

Seventeen reaction to u getting barely any sleep but u still want to go about ur normal day?

would make you take a nap, like it doesn’t matter if you two are in a cafe together, on the train, or even like in the park, they would be like “ok I know you didn’t sleep so here rest your head on my shoulder and take a nap.”: S.Coups/Seungcheol, Jeonghan, DK, Seungkwan 

would offer to buy you like ten cups of coffee, would keep making sure you don’t feel dizzy or like falling over, holds your hand while crossing the street even because did you know people could faint from sleep deprivation, is a worry wart all day: Joshua, Wonwoo, the8, Dino

probably also stayed up with you through like skype chat or texting and is probably also regretting it, tries to go along with your normal day but also keeps like falling asleep on you and you’re like “please cut me some slack, I didn’t sleep either.” you two end up knocking out the minute you get to home: Jun, Woozi, Hoshi, Mingyu, Vernon 

I got carried away a bit, and this took a turn I didn’t expect. But I’m not sorry.

Warnings: smut, blood and submission.

Request by anon

“What do you want?”

“What do I want?” you repeated, eyeing yourself in the mirror. “Nothing. I’m content.”

He released a frustrated groan under his breath before sucking in a deep breath. You watched him straighten up, though the action was considerably less intimidating. His dark brown hair was disheveled and matted with a light sweat to his forehead.

“Damn,” you observed, “you’re worse than a junkie.”

“Brilliant deduction! Want a bleedin’ medal?”

You raised a brow.

Kai smacked his face, rubbing his stubble tiredly.

“Can’t you just help a sociopath out?”

You turned to him.

“We’ve already had this discussion. No.”

“I can give you-.”

“Nothing,” you interrupted, crossing your arms. “I don’t want anything from you, Kai. I like my life. I like my boyfriend. I like my job. There’s nothing I want from you that could make me change my mind. Plus, I’m pretty sure I can think of a handful of humans who’d be more than willing-.”


His jaw was tight. If he applied any more force, you thought he might shatter his molars.

“I want your blood, Y/N. Yours. Do I need to fuckin’ spell it out for you?”

“Well, if you’re offering-.”


Inhaling quietly, you studied him with a squint.

A second later and you shook your head.

“There’s nothing special about my blood. You’re being needy because I was there for you when no one else was. It was my mistake. I’m not letting it happen again.”

Before he could so much as lift a finger, your arm flew forward. Either he was too weak to fight back or he wasn’t even trying. Whatever the reasoning, you were easily able to send him soaring backward into a chair and secure him.

He didn’t seem surprised by the gesture, nor did he try to fight it.

“I’m going to meet my boyfriend,” you relayed, approaching him. “By the time I come back, you’ll be gone.”


“Kai, stop. You…are better than this.” You paused, grimacing. “I can’t believe I just said that either. But, seriously, get a hold of yourself.”

His head slumped backwards and despite your better judgment, you wandered over to his side. Last thing you needed was a drugged out vampire/witch in your apartment.

The moment one hand went to wrap around the back of his skull, Kai grabbed your wrist.

The pressure was soft, but clingy. His bloodshot eyes tried to mask a poorly hidden desperation. Both pupils were dilated.

“You know,” he slurred, bringing the back of your hand to his cheek, “you’re my favorite human.”

“Witch,” you corrected, unable to not find his attention somewhat amusing.

“With little experience,” he approved, stubble scrubbing against your skin like sandpaper. “Means your blood is extra special. You’re my special human. Don’t want anyone else’s blood but yours.”

He continued nuzzling your hand. You found it both mildly unsettling and oddly adorable.

“Quick fix,” he whined quietly, pulling your fingers to his lips as he blinked rapidly. “Half a pint’ll do me over. Won’t bother you again after this.”

You released a pained sigh, thumb brushing thoughtlessly over his upper lip.

He responded by kissing the pad of your thumb.

“I’m not doing this again. Last time, okay?”

“‘Course,” he agreed, releasing your hand. “Last time.”


“Oh, Jesus, not again.”

This time, he was splayed out on your bed, sheets bunched up beside him. Your duvet was discarded somewhere on the floor.

“Y/N,” he greeted lazily, eyes glued to the ceiling. “So glad you’re here. Mind sparing a bit o ‘fluid?”

You shook your head in disbelief.

“Unless you want me to piss in your mouth, I suggest you get the hell out of here.”

“Piss in my mouth?” he repeated slowly.

Without warning, he exploded into a fit of giggles, fingers grasping the sheets in mirth.

You mentally made a note to clean them after he was gone.

“I’m a kinky bastard, but not that kinky,” he professed. “Know you said last time you weren’t going to donate again, but you don’t get it, Y/N. You don’t understand the high you provide for me. It’s…I imagine

it’s magical.”

“ I’m sure you can live without this.”

Twisting around, you quickly ridding yourself of your shirt, discarding it gracelessly on a nearby chair. You inhaled deeply, arms reaching for the ceiling. The position was held until you felt the pleasurable burn of your muscles.

“But I don’t want,” he say thoughtfully.

“That doesn’t surprise me,” you mumbled, shimmying out of your jeans.

He didn’t respond to your quip.

Instead, he vacated the bed. Not that you heard or noticed him.

Until you felt the unexpected pressure of two warm hands settling on your hips.

“Kai,” you warned, peering over your shoulder at him.

“Hm?” he hummed, shamelessly pressing into you.

“Get off me.”

“Don’t wanna.”

His grip tightened. You tried to ignore his hardening length digging teasingly against your ass.

“Heard a rumor you’re not happy with your boy toy.”

“You haven no ri-.”

“Don’t I?” Kai inquired with a raised brow. “I keep tabs on my favorite human, Y/N.”

You couldn’t be sure if he was serious or bluffing.

“So…you’ve got the romance, flowers, blah, blah, etcetera,” he listed off, two fingers slipping under the waste band of your underwear, but going no further. “But, when it comes to getting naughty, he falls a bit…short.”

One calloused hand skimmed up your rib cage, nails grazing the skin experimentally.

Involuntarily, your breathing grew shallow.

“Bit sexually frustrated, aren’t you?” he continued.

You were ready to lift one heel and slam it down on his toes when without warning, he grabbed a breast, smirking when you shivered.

“Could do anything you wanted me to,” he suggested, thumb brushing over the outline of your hardening nipple. “Could be a good little boy for you, if you want. Could easily spend hours, giving attention to your gorgeous little cunt. And it is gorgeous, Y/N. Can’t say I haven’t spent a pretty day or two, thinking about it.”

His breath ignited a wave of goosebumps over your shoulder.

“Playing with your clit. Sucking on it. Getting you all worked up. Always giving. Don’t have to worry 'bout my own needs. I’ll put my tongue to good use, mistress.”

Your hips jerked forward when the two previously inactive fingers on your waste, slipped across your opening, not penetrating, but brushing over the sensitive moistness with a tempting intent.

Protesting the action would have been counterproductive. Despite Kai’s irritating nature to manipulate and be a general ass, his words were making you embarrassingly wet.

And that’s what was throwing you off about this.

“You are a pathetic junkie.”

You felt his shrug before he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“You’re my conflicted, sexually frustrated supplier. Don’t think we need to point fingers on who has it worse.”

Biting your lip, you forced yourself to not think about the hand massaging your breast or the two fingers stroking your pussy.

It was cheating. The word alone made an unpleasant bundle of guilt swish in your stomach. Your boyfriend was a great guy. Better than you’d dated in a long time. Treated you with a respect difficult to find nowadays.

So, the sex wasn’t up to par. Was that really worth throwing away months of a well paced relationship just for a few seconds of mindless pleasure? Especially with Kai, of all people! Witch you may have been, but you made an effort to be good. To fight the actions of creatures like him.

Then again, befriending him wasn’t exactly a step in that direction.


He was gone. There was no Kai anymore in that tone.

You’d have found his submission more comical if it didn’t concern you so much.

And intrigue you.

“I’ll be a good boy, promise,” he insisted. “Our little secret. Fair bargain, I think. In fact, I’ll give you a free sample.”

Unexpectedly, he removed both hands and stepped away from you. The disappointment you felt at the loss of contact wasn’t something you wanted to mull over.

You watched him kneel before you, eyes wide, but focused. More focused than you normally witnessed when he was craving your blood.

“C'mere,” he gestured.

When you stayed immobile, he huffed under his breath. With a few quick movements, he shifted over on his knees so he was eye level with your hips.

You knew what he was about to do. That, perhaps, was the worst part. You knew and you felt…excited. Relieved, even. For the first time in months, you were about to receive just as much as you gave. Properly.

It was selfish and terrible, but equally thrilling and arousing.

“Part your legs a bit for me, darling.”

You did as he said, teeth keeping a tight hold of your bottom lip.

Kai smirked, hands steadying themselves on your hips.

“My, my, you have been a lustful young thing, haven’t you?”

“Shut up,” you grumbled, ignoring your embarrassment.

“Yes, mistress.”

His fingers hooked inside the waste band and leisurely slid your panties down. The entire time, his tongue was caught between his teeth while his eyes never strayed from your pussy.

You stepped out of your underwear, nearly shaking with excitement when he threw them over his shoulder.

“Hm,” he marveled, tilting his head. “I was right. Gorgeous.”

The compliment made you not only blush, but faintly irritated. Were your priorities really that sideways?

This depressing thought spurred forth your next action.

Swiftly, one hand grabbed a hold of Kai’s hair by the roots. With a jerk, you tugged backwards, ensuring his eyes shot up to yours.

“If you want my blood, you work for it. Got it?”

You didn’t even realize you had a dominant streak until Kai’s obedient nod made you smile.

“If I don’t reach my high, you sure as hell won’t reach yours.”

“Yes, mistress.”

With a last second scan, you released his hair. Kai wasted absolutely no time.

It took no longer than five minutes for you to cum. Whether this was a result of not being pleasured for so long or Kai’s genuine talent, you couldn’t be sure.

What you could be sure of, as one hand found his hair again and kept his tongue and lips fastened to your clit, was that you were entirely willing to make this bargain again.


This arrangement lasted a solid month. Which surprised you. You thought the morals of exchanging blood for sexual acts would disgust you. At least enough to put up a bigger argument next time Kai dropped by.

But, that wasn’t the case.

The next meeting was certainly a bit awkward. You’d gotten home from your shift to find him sitting patiently on your bed. He didn’t say anything. Just watched you as you tiredly shed your clothing. His submissiveness was foreign, but enticing. It wasn’t until you were blessed with a quiet Kai that you realized how much you appreciated it.

“How are you?”

It was strange, but you couldn’t help yourself from asking. Kai may have been a junkie and willing to go to great lengths to get what he wanted, but he was still a living creature beneath that mindless desperation. Debasing him completely didn’t get you off and it wasn’t something you were completely comfortable with doing.

“You aren’t going to bruise me,” Kai complained. “I’m a big boy. Do your worst.”

“Do you want a safe word?”

“Unless you’ve got plans to kill me, I really don’t see the point.”

That had been the last discussion about a safe word or really words in general.

Kai would drop in three times a week, sometimes four. Always when you were alone. His snark, thankfully, wasn’t present and he did everything you requested of him.

At first, you were careful about limits. The first week was spent primarily on your bed with Kai buried in between your thighs. He was astonishingly energetic, licking and sucking away at you like a starving animal. His fingers were also animated, taking to pinching your nub and driving in and out of you at deliciously wicked speeds.

No orgasm was ever faked, and if it was taking you a while to get off, Kai worked with a stunning voracity to make sure you reached your peak.

This is what made you bolder.

The second week, you ordered him to touch himself.


“I want you touch yourself.”

He studied you with a squint.

“You get this isn’t about my pleasure, right?”

“Yes. It’s about mine. Drop your pants, sit down in the chair, and touch yourself.”

Your voice didn’t so much as shake.

His confusion was evident, but he did as you requested.

As you guessed, watching him masturbate was a deeply satisfying sight. On some level, you did want him to get pleasure from this arrangement, but more of it had to do with fascination. Fascination that you could get the Gemini coven leader to strip from his boxers, sit down, spread his legs, wrap his hand around his generously sized cock and slowly begin stroking himself. In front of you. Simply because you commanded it.

The control was intoxicating.

You didn’t ask him to do anything else after he climaxed with a strangled groan. And it was one of the first times you could tell that Kai had no idea what your game was. Or, at least why you were getting off on watching him get off.

The rest of the month followed roughly the same schedule. You’d give him a command and after a brief, but curious glance in your direction, Kai would obey.

A good deal of the commands required getting you off. At your request, Kai got into the habit of bringing a vibrator. Which he put to very, very good use.

Some days, the commands were about getting him off. You were creative and it was never in the same way. Granted, he’d always be the one to touch himself, but sometimes, it’d be while kneeling on the bed or bent over a chair so you could admire his cute ass. Once, you even deprived him of his sight with a scarf, enjoying the slight uncertainty his hand underwent when stroking himself.

By the four week, you were comfortable enough to ride his persistent tongue into pleasure without an ounce of shame or embarrassment.

On the days Kai didn’t show up, you questioned what you were doing with him. In public and surrounded by your friends, you were passive and social. On the nights you two were alone, you were loose and experimental with a serious dominance kink.

For a long time, you were puzzled and faintly appalled by your actions.

Then, one night, it hit you.

When were you going to get this sort of sexual freedom again? This ability to explore what made your toes curl and your fingers grasp onto the headboard until your mind went white and your voice, hoarse. Nights with Kai made you feel liberated. They made you feel like a woman. The herege never once judged you, though he got your blood in the end, so that was his triumph.

Regardless, the ability to delve deeper into your sexuality and learn the new ways your body responded to stimulation was one of the biggest reasons you never denied Kai your blood.

If there was any guilt you ever retained, it was because Kai did the things you asked for blood, nothing more. It would have been nice if his actions were genuine.

But, he was a psycho, you reminded yourself. The only genuineness he was capable of was either torture or making deals.

This, when you looked back on the whole fiasco, was ultimately where you made an error in judgment. Assuming Kai regarded your meetings as nothing but a necessary task in order to gain the true source of pleasure: your blood.

In fact, you were completely unaware that after only two weeks together, he’d completely kicked his blood habit.

And, that he was testing you.

It wasn’t until the month was complete that you found out why.


He wasn’t sitting on the bed this time.

Instead, he was standing, and physically, looked immaculate. Hair combed, beard trimmed, and he looked at you differently.

The moment you absorbed all these changes, you felt a distinct shift in power.

It definitely wasn’t in your hands anymore.

“You look healthy,” you greeted. “Who finally got through to you?”

A part of you couldn’t deny that you were somewhat disappointed. Your sessions would most likely come to an end. And the Kai before you certainly didn’t look like he took orders.

But, you weren’t selfish enough to deny feeling genuine happiness that he wasn’t a junkie anymore. No one deserved to be a victim of that urge. Of course he will always have to live with the desire to drink blood, but now in a controlled manner.

“That’d be you, darling,” he revealed. “Put plenty of things in perspective for me.”

“Good,” you encouraged, offering him a light smile.

He kept up his observation of you without a blink.

“Seen yourself in the mirror lately?” he inquired.

Immediately, one hand patted your hair.

“Did a bird shit on my head again?”

You maneuvered over to the mirror, fingers examining your head.

Kai slipped up behind you and cut short your search by taking hold of your wrist.

You looked down at it, then at him.

“Skin’s not the vibrant glow it normally is,” he pointed out.

With furrowed brows, you glanced at the mirror.

Wow. How did you miss that?

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered,” he continued. “Always giving me the amount of blood I ask for isn’t an easy task. Or a healthy one. But, I can’t have you getting hurt.”

You nodded absently. Your brain was more thrown about the consideration Kai was giving you.

“Why are you being nice?” you asked, eyeing him cautiously.

“Like I said…got a bit of perspective about things,” he answered.

“Do I need to be worried?”

“Hardly. Not only have you fulfilled my needs, but you did so discretely. As an added bonus, you even made personal sacrifices. That right there…that’s the way to a psycho’s heart.”

You retracted your hand.

“I think you’re overestimating my worth.”

“Darling, you’re underestimating yours. Let me break what’s happened in the past month, down for you. I was vulnerable, needy, and weak. Rather than make a name for yourself - which I’m beginning to doubt even crossed your mind - and rat me out to Damon, you got me my fix. Discretely. With me so far?”

“Anyone would have done that.”

You knew that was a lie the moment it passed your lips.

“Mm…'fraid not, Y/N. I don’t find that kind of loyalty.”

You weren’t sure whether to feel flattered or disturbed.

“Now, here’s where it gets interesting. After managing to control my addiction, I couldn’t stop myself from wondering why you were helping me. So selflessly, at that.”

“I got off on telling you what to do,” you defended.

“No, I get that part. But, you began making little bitty sacrifices.”

Swallowing tightly, you took a step back.

“Like what?”

“Well, breaking it off with your boy toy, for one.”

“He didn’t deserve being cheated on. It had nothing to do with you.”

Kai smirked at that.

“If it wasn’t for my mouth on your pussy three times a week, you’d have never let the poor bloke go. Had a bit of input on that one.”

Something inside you twisted in both discomfort and pleasure.

“Then, as we’ve seen, you got a bit neglectful of your appearance. Didn’t even realize how much blood I was taking from you. And yet, you continued to give it.”

Inhaling carefully, you tried getting your thoughts in order.

“You…deserved to get what you came to me for.”

It sounded like a lame excuse despite its truthfulness.

“And that’s the bleedin’ amusing part!” Kai exclaimed. “This entire time, you were under the impression I hated it. Hated getting you off, hated getting myself off while you watched, hated the complete attention you gave me. Not sure if you’ve heard, but I got a bit of an ego. And you stroked it til I was weak in the knees. You had that much control in your hands and you had the courtesy to worry about my own pleasure. Not very mistressy of you, Y/N.”

“If you were that confused, then why the hell didn’t you stop?”: you snapped. “If you didn’t like me not playing my role, you should have stopped playing yours.”

“Oh, but I enjoyed my role,” he assured, eyes taking a slow scan down your form. “Fact, if you knew just how much I enjoyed it, you’d have been more concerned about disappearing so I could never find you.”

“Are you-?”

Your voice died halfway up your throat.

“Aw, I’ve made my favorite human speechless. Well, let’s see if I can remedy that.”

Before you could blink, he snapped his fingers.

Instantly, your surroundings altered.

You were in a massive bedroom with incredibly pricey furniture. The place was well lit and seemed very modern, you could see some paintings on the walls around. The tables held an assortment of foods and beverages on them. Some, you noted, were among your favorites.

Your mouth officially parted when you saw the King sized bed and maroon sheets behind you. Also expensive, by the looks of it. Above that, your eyes honed in the silk ties bound provocatively to the headboard. That was certainly a sight that spoke for itself.

“I am not going to be your mistress!” you argued, backing away from him.

“I prefer the term girlfriend. Or lover. One in the same, really.”

He didn’t once drift from his spot on the carpet.

This gave you the confidence to try teleporting away. You hadn’t quite mastered it fully, but there was no time like the present (literally) to try.

Your eyes closed and with every bit of energy you could harvest, you focused on a new destination.

However, that familiar energy that was your constant companion, refused to manifest.

“Neat trick, innit?” Kai mentioned, pride coloring his voice. “I blocked your magic, my dear.”

With a strained frown, you opened your eyes.

“Kai, let me go.”

“I’ll give you anything you want,” he promised. “In the mean time, you can consider this a vacation that’s just a bit more…permanent.”

“You’re imprisoning me!”

“Keeping,” he corrected. “I’m keeping you. Sizable difference in the terminology.”

You tried to regain control of your breathing, but your current situation wasn’t allowing that.

“I like you, Y/N,” Kai declared seriously. “You’re charming and adventurous and deceivingly thoughtful. More than that, you’re trustworthy. And have a sexual appetite to rival my own.”

“And you couldn’t have told me this without kidnapping me?”

“Keeping,” he reminded. “What would you have honestly done if I told you I was faking being a junkie because I was more addicted to you? Which sounds just as terribly sappy out loud as it did in my head. Shame. Thought it’d translate better.”

You retreated until the back of your knees hit the bed. Shakily, you sat down, palms patting the sheets beneath you.

“I’ve been kidnapped-.”

“-kept-,” Kai inserted helpfully.

“-all because I was…nice.”

Kai shrugged.

“Opposites attract?”

You lost consciousness shortly after you finished cackling. Rest assured, you found the situation more grim than hilarious.

Sighing, Kai made his way over to your unconscious form. He sat down and scooped you up carefully so you rested against his chest.

The urge to both grin and grimace was battling violently inside him.

“That could’ve gone worse,” he confessed, glancing down at you. “If I said I killed the owner of the house and stayed with her for me. Imagine you’ll blame that on being nice as well.”

He rested his chin on your head. The urge to grin won out.

The Gemini coven leader was content.


Enough of them to feel intimidated
When I turn every street lit corner
And enough to memorise the license plate
Of every white van
Driven by white men
As white noise and red blood pound through my body

Because I can’t quite get the image of one dragging it
Over forest floor with leaves like carpet
And my limbs would drag
Those extra 40 lbs not mattering so much as Cosmopolitan always told me that they would
In the end

And when I cross the street, I cross my heart
Hoping the smug cunt staring doesn’t decide I am prey
To do with as he pleases
Like a rabbit in a trap
Small boned and finely furred

And when I see him slow at the lights
a pit opens in my throat that
A lifetime of “fuck you"s have be thrown into
The ones I was desperate to scream at every man who thought he could stare
Who thought he could jeer and catcall and touch and take and fuck you
It is rising in me like a phoenix
Splendid and beautiful and aflame

But as tires screech away all I am
Left with is an ember
And a ghost of rebellion stirring in a heart that’s slow to beat

So I leave it to the braver girls
And the other days
And the busier streets
And the brighter nights

And I head home into the darkness
For I have had enough

—  Enough

Request - Melissa McCall & Derek Hale “Kiddy boo-boo” (sequel to: “Poor Little Kid”)

“O! I didn’t know you had a cute little daughter!” The third elder women in half an hour kneeled down in front of you, squeezing your cheek gently and pressing a sweetie in your small little hands.
“Are you out with Mummy, little one?” She used the annoying kind of voice that must drive even kids who were really this age insane, acting as if you were a cute little pet, a cat or maybe even a dog.
“Well, technically she’s not my mother and I have to admit that maybe I’m not really this little.” You crossed your small arms in front of your chest and with a confused look on her face the elder lady stood up again, walking away without another word.
“(Y/N), could you please give me a hand?” Melissa reached out her hand for you and you raised your eyebrows, staring at it as if you saw water on fire.
“Why would I give you a hand?” You looked up at Melissa, wondering if she had forgotten that you were a teenager stuck in the body of a toddler, but still with the brain of a grown up woman that knew that you had to watch out before crossing a street.
“Because people would think I’m a terrible mother for having my way too little kid walking around like that, maybe?” She grabbed your little wrist and you sighed, sighed for the thousandth time, still annoyed that there was not other way to stop this curse than waiting and pretending that you were three years old.
“Girly!” You sighed even more when a three-year old boy ran towards you, wrapping his little arms around you.
“Please, you don’t touch a woman like that!” You raised your voice and grabbed Melissa’s pants, hiding behind her legs, feeling her arm protecting you, while you could hear her laughing.
“Melissa! It’s not funny!” Your way too high voice made Melissa laugh even more and you turned your head away. “I want to go home, now.” You stood still, refusing to take one step more, feeling how she lifted you up and carried you towards her car, driving you home in complete silence, with you far from over all the traumatic things that had been happening to you during the little shopping-trip.
“Derek!” Your little fists knocked on the door and as soon as he opened it, you jumped into his arms, wrapping your little arms around his neck.
“And? Did you have fun with Melissa?” He imitated the annoying voice all those elderly women had been using and you started hitting on his chest with your fists, knowing that he barely even felt it.
“I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!” You looked up at Derek, seeing how he was almost starting to laugh, like Melissa had secretly done all day. “And if you’re gonna start laughing too I’ll keep you up at night acting like the annoying toddler everybody seems to think I am.” You felt how Derek put you down again and you tried to look as angry as possible.
“I won’t laugh, I promise.” He closed the door and hung up your little jacket.
“I can’t wait until I grow up again…”