A New Livelihood (Werewolf! Jimin x Werewolf! Reader)
(The GIF of the wolf is intended to represent Aera when she transforms. I admittedly do not possess the ability at this current juncture to even fathom what godly wolf form Park Jimin would take on.)
Hello guys! So, here’s the fanfic that I’ve been working on in tandem with ‘Risen from the Ashes’. If you guys have yet to check it out, I would certainly appreciate it if you did. If not, that’s cool too. Without further wordiness from me, here are details of the story:
Pairing: Aera x Jimin (though it can totally be taken as a Reader x Jimin. Just replace her name with whatever you’d like to be addressed as, as her name is very seldom used)
Genre: Fluff, Angst (Smut to come in later chapters)
Rating: PG - PG13 (for this chapter)
Characters: Aera (or reader if you like) and, of course, BTS. Aera'a brother Jung (though this could also be replaced with whatever name you fancy)
Word Count: 4,516
Summary: Aera (or really Y/N) belongs to a pack of more traditional werewolf values led by her brother, Jung (or really Y/B/N). The very brother that murdered their parents in cold blood solely for the purpose of ascending to the position of Alpha. With her tyrant brother in control, Aera (or Y/N) is forced into a mating ritual with a rival pack in order to cement their alliance with her own pack. Things take a turn for confusing when this forced ceremony turns out to be far from forced. Aera (Y/N) must learn to adapt to an entirely different lifestyle, one that stands in drastic contrast from her own, while simultaneously navigating the confusing and passionate nature that is the mating bond.
(Sam is in such a mopey mood today, Lucifer. Please try to cheer him up.)
When Lucifer first began staying in Sam’s room at night, he was introduced to the existence of alarm clocks. He hates them. They are shrill and unrelenting and every single time it goes off Sam’s breathing hitches a little and his entire body jolts. The Archangel cannot begin to fathom this unusual form of self-discipline or self-torture or whatever else the humans claim it to be, and he makes his opinion known by entirely destroying the small device that first morning.
Sam, while quietly (but not-so-secretly, considering the grin he cannot entirely hide) amused by the entire ordeal, mildly chastises the angel about destroying things he doesn’t understand or simply doesn’t like, and, begrudgingly, Lucifer agrees to practice some restraint.
But the shrill alarm never gets easier to ignore, and even when Sam attempts to find a middle ground and changes the mode to radio, his small flinching does not go unnoticed, and the Archangel’s cool eyes continue to stare at the mechanism with thinly veiled disgust.
It takes under a week for a solution to come to mind, and while Lucifer is slightly hesitant to attempt acting on his idea, he can’t abide seeing Sam jerk awake so unnaturally one more time. So, just as the Sun is rising and the world outside is cast in the cool orange of dawn, the Archangel rustles himself calmly from his nearly meditative state, turning to look at the still and peaceful form beside him.
Slowly, with subtle movements exclusive to a celestial and ancient being, Lucifer moves to kneel beside the man, leaning down and brushing the mussed hair from Sam’s forehead, his fingertips hardly grazing the soft locks. Once the spot is clear, he leans down and places his lips against the warm skin, the touch as feathery as his fingertips had been.
The quietest change in the man’s breathing, still even and soft, brings a small smile to the Archangel’s pale lips. Carefully, he moves the contact down, his lips barely touching the warm skin as he creates a cool trail down Sam’s nose, placing another kiss there, and then to the sloping curve of each cheek. At this point, Sam’s eyes are twitching almost imperceptibly, and Lucifer’s smile grows. Lastly, he drops his mouth to Sam’s own, the kiss soft and sweet and lingering, ceasing only when he feels the man’s lips move into a small smile.
“Good morning, Luce.” The deep voice is heavy with sleep, but when the Archangel pulls his head up, Sam’s eyes are warm and happy, and he looks more rested than Lucifer has ever seen him upon waking.
“Good morning, kiddo. Sleep well?”
“Yeah… really, really well, actually.” He chuckles quietly, stretching his limbs and arching his back slightly, taking in a deep breath before settling back into the mattress. “Hey, Luce - come here, would ya?” He reaches up, snaking his hand around Lucifer’s neck and pulling him back down, pressing his lips to the Archangel’s own and stealing another slow kiss. He pulls back, dropping his head against the pillow, the lazy smile still on his face as he gives a little nod.
Summary: She dropped
to the ground on her hands and knees. She closed her eyes and took deep heaving
breaths, searching for the feeling that Robbie was really gone, that this would
be the one he wouldn’t walk away from. That this would be the time he didn’t
come back to her.
was what he did, what he had done, since they’d met.
Post-season 4/season 5 AU. Takes place during the (imagined) events of Infinity War. With the Avengers battling Thanos elsewhere, the fight for Earth is left to Shield. In the course of the attack, Daisy thinks Robbie dies. He doesn’t. (Pre-Relationship)
Inspired by a conversation with @across-the-pond, for whom this is a birthday gift. Happy birthday, my dear! ENJOY THE ANGST.
different than the explosion in the fireworks shop where James worked.
worse. Much worse.
Those were just
fireworks, blasting through the paper roof of a tinderbox; a building still
standing as flames burst through its windows, Robbie inside it.
This was a
bomb, an explosion of flame and smoke and ash and dust. Enough energy to
destroy a dozen stories’ worth of structure; enough force to bring down
hundreds of thousands of tons of steel and concrete, Robbie underneath it.
Warnings: some smuttiness
Pairing: Bucky x reader
A/N: So I did a thing for my wife @plumfondler cause she has been having a difficult time latetly. She is my proofreader, though, and since this is FOR her, I couldn’t let her proofread it lol. Soooo…sorry if it sucks or has mistakes.
As soon as Bucky stepped into your shared apartment, he knew something was wrong. He could hear you sniffling across the living room and looked over to see you on the couch in front of the TV. An ASPCA commercial had just ended and the news came back to life, a reporter observing somewhere else in the world.
He sighed and put his things down by the door, discarding his shoes before walking towards you. You didn’t even notice he had come home until he was sitting with you, arms wrapped tightly around your body.
“What’s the matter, baby?” his voice was soothing and always sounded like heaven to you
You buried your face in his chest and inhaled deeply. It didn’t make sense to anyone but you, but Bucky Barnes smelled like sunshine and rain and home; he smelled like all of your favorite things mixed with the telltale musky scent of man. It calmed your nerves instantly and you sat back to look at him, a stray tear still on your face.
“I’m sorry.” Bucky shook his head and wiped your face with his thumbs as you spoke “It’s just been really stressful at work lately, there is nothing but fear and pain all over the news, and then that stupid commercial.”
Bucky laughed quietly “It’s okay, doll. You’re allowed to fall apart sometimes.”
You shook your head and sniffed “I just wonder when the world turned to shit. What happened to the good ole days? When I was a kid, you never worried about being outside after dark, there were no cell phones to waste your days on, everyone knew everyone and we all got along. Now the world is just a big pile of technological shit.”
Bucky laughed again pulling you closer “Now, honey, I know you don’t really think the whole world is shit. There’s chocolate, puppies and kittens, penguins!”
It was your turn to laugh; Bucky had a soft spot for animals.
“Oh and that guy you really like who always plays the gay kid or the asshole…what’s his name? Stan something?”
“You mean Sebastian Stan?” you mumbled into his chest
Bucky snapped his fingers “That’s it! The world can’t be that awful if he’s a part of it right? Plus the animals and chocolate.”
You lifted your head too look at him “You kinda look like him, ya know.”
Bucky raised an eyebrow “Oh…so is that the only reason you’re with me?”
You pulled away and scoffed, smacking him playfully. Bucky chuckled and moved to get off the couch.
“I’ll be right back. You gonna be okay?”
You nodded and watched him walk away, admiring the way he jeans hugged his thighs. What a sight that man was.
You shook your head and grabbed the TV remote to find something else to watch. You had just settled on Golden Girls when Bucky was back and pulling you to your feet.
You followed him to the bedroom, fully expecting to have your clothing ripped off and your body worshipped. He kept maneuvering you, however, and you were soon looking at a full bathtub, complete with bubbles and candles lit around the edges.
“Bucky.” you turned and smiled at him, wrapping your arms around his neck
His kissed your cheek and stepped out of your grasp “I just thought you needed some time to relax.”
He lifted your arms above your head to remove your shirt, laying soft kisses across your collarbone. Your hands instinctively went to his hair, trying to hold him to you, but he was already gone and starting to slide your shorts down your legs.
You sighed and figured he was in charge for the moment, so you let him continue to remove clothing until you had nothing left. Bucky took a moment to appreciate your naked body before helping you step into the steaming water. Once you were comfortable, he began removing his own clothing.
This was something you very much appreciated. You didn’t typically consider men beautiful, but Bucky was an exception. The only exception. His sculpted body always making your mouth run dry. The way his piercing blue eyes shined brighter when he looked at you. He was the epitome of perfection and he was all yours.
You bit your lip and whimpered quietly once he finished, thinking of several other ways you could be relaxing right now. He raised an eyebrow at you and shook his head, almost as if he knew what you were thinking. He then climbed into the tub and settled himself behind you.
His hands slowly slid up and down your back before settling on your shoulders, his fingers massaging out all the knots and tension that you hadn’t noticed until now.
“Oh god., you moaned and leaned your head slightly forward to give him more access to your neck
“You need to stop getting so stressed, honey. It’s not good for you.” he was leaning into you, kissing up and down your neck
“I know, I know.”
You slid your hand up the grip the back of his neck, keeping his lips against you. A moan escaped your lips and Bucky pulled away.
“I think I know another well to help you relax.”
You were barely listening to him speak. Instead, you were focused on the fact that his left hand was now dancing slowly across your thigh, pulling gently so you would spread your legs. Your heart started racing and your breath hitched when his right arm splayed across your chest, holding you against him.
“Bucky…” your voice was just above a whisper
You didn’t have the chance to respond before his tongue was sliding across the sensitive spot behind your ear. A shudder washed over your body and you whimpered quietly.
Bucky’s chest vibrated behind you as he chuckled. You were about to tell him to stop fucking around and get to it when his metal digits met the sensitive spot between you legs. You body jerked slightly as he applied more pressure and started rubbing in small circles.
You bit your lip and looked down; the sight of his hand between your legs sending a new wave of moisture from your core that you knew he would have felt had you not been in the tub.
Suddenly gentle vibrations started pouring from his fingertips. You cried out and slid down, pushing yourself into his fingers. Bucky smiled into your skin as he sucked light purple marks across your shoulder.
He chose that moment to sink his teeth into your flesh, causing a fire to erupt in your belly.
“Fuck, Bucky.” you were breathless and couldn’t even fathom forming a coherent sentence
Bucky continued his assault on your neck as he moved his fingers from your clit to your heated opening. Slipping two fingers inside, he immediately found the spot he was looking for and went to work. You had no control over the noises escaping you as his fingers continued to vibrate inside of you, the fire in your belly reaching new levels.
“Don’t stop. Please. I’m so close.”
Bucky tightened his hold on your chest and pressed his finger into your g-spot, the vibrations coming from his fingers now much stronger than before. Unable to hold back any longer, you screamed out his name as your walls clenched around his fingers. Your whole body shook against him as you writhed in pleasure, digging your fingernails into his legs, which you hadn’t realized you were holding on to.
His grip on you finally loosened as your body started to calm down. He slowly slid his fingers from you but didn’t miss the chance to swipe them over your throbbing clit one more time. You gasped and grabbed him hand tightly. Bringing it out of the water, you kissed his fingertips before slowly turning to face him
“Do you feel better?” Bucky’s voice was raspy and full of want, his pupils taking over his iris
“I do.” you leaned forward to kiss him deeply “I think it’s your turn now.”
You climbed into his lao and wrapped your legs around his waist. His hands immediately gripped your hips tightly and pulled them into his own, his already hard cock brushing against your folds.
Authors note : This was a bit different for me, since I’ve never wrote anything like it before, but it was really fun !Thank you for the request, I hope you like it! It turned out a lot longer than I planed.
It was late when you got back to the hotel from the meeting with your boss, and saying that you were exhausted was an understatement. All you wanted to do was crawl under the sheets and and wait for morning to arrive so you could get the next meeting over with and go home to Luke.
When you arrived back to the hotel, you made your way up to your room, unlocking the door and setting your bag on the bed. You opened it, taking out one of Luke’s bigger shirts before pulling the one you were currently wearing over your head. You pulled on his shirt, and a small smile pulled at your lips when you were embraced with his cologne. With that bit of happiness, you pulled the sheets back and slid under them, but before you could get fully comfortable, your phone started buzzing like mad.
Only then was it that you realized that you had many missed calls and messages, all of which were from Luke. Since you were at the meeting, you weren’t allowed to even have your phone on, so you had just now turned it on again. Feeling rather panicked, you checked when the last call came in, feeling as if you didn’t have the time to read the messages, you were more worried about getting a hold of him right now.
You dialed his number quickly, and by this time you were already pacing, a nervous habit of yours. After a couple rings, you finally heard his voice, which is what made your heart drop.
“Hello?” A very groggy voice slurred, and your eyes widened.
“Luke, babe?” You ask, worry coursing though your body. “Babe, what’s wrong?”
“(Y/n)…” He sighed, his words coming out extremely slow. “I think I messed up.”
You come to a halt, gripping the phone tighter in your hand.
“W-What do you mean by that Luke… what happened?”
He sighs again, and begins to cough, groans falling from his mouth as he clutched his stomach to try to make the feeling go away.
He didn’t want to call you. He knew how worried you would get, and he didn’t want to bother you because he figured that you had probably had a long day already, but he didn’t know what else to do. Not when he was this scared.
“Baby… what’s going on? Are you there?” Your voice cracked, as you tried to hold back the tears that were brimming. You knew there was something wrong, you could just tell.
“I-I took too many sleeping pills (y/n). I’m drunk, and I..I didn’t know what to do…” You brought your hand up to cover your mouth, and you let the tears fall freely. Through the phone, you could hear Luke beginning to cry too.
“I’m so scared (y/n)…” His voice cracked as the words fell from his mouth like the tears from his eyes. “so fucking scared…”
You had snapped yourself out of it, and you began rushing around the room, gathering your belongings. You had to get home, now.
“Babe… please tell me you’re s-still there.” He choked out, and you felt your heart drop yet again.
“Luke, sweetie. I’m here, okay? Don’t hang up the phone with me, alright. Keep talking to me.” You put the last of your belongings into your bag and grabbed your purse before you were out the door and down the hall. Everything around you was moving far too slow for you.
“O-Okay…” He mumbled, and you could tell the drowsiness was getting stronger by the minuet. You watched as the numbers above the elevator slowly dropped, earning a groan of annoyance from you.
“Are you o-okay?” He asks. This brings a small smile to your face. Of course he would say something like that when he’s the one who could be potentially dying right now…
“Yeah, I’m fine babe, just waiting for the elevator.” You say, your voice sweet as you to try to reassure him.
“Why are you waiting for the elevator?” As soon as those doors opened, you were inside and already telling them to close.
“I’m coming home, Luke, and I should be there soon, alright?” You say, on the verge of tears again.
“(Y/n)..” He sighs, and you knew that he was going to scold you for leaving early, when you have another meeting tomorrow morning.
“Luke, you are far more important to me than any stupid meeting. Don’t hang up this phone, and try to stay awake, please. I promise I’ll be home soon.” You mentally hit yourself for getting a room on the highest floor, but quickly dart out of the doors when you reach the lobby. You run to the desk, tell them your room number and throw the money that was in your wallet down on the counter. You knew that it was more than you had to pay, but you didn’t care.
Luke hadn’t responded to you yet, instead he was too busy having another coughing fit. You closed your eyes, another wave of worry falling over you.
If only there were no such thing as stop signs, or speeding laws. You would have gotten there much sooner than you actually did.
When you finally reached your shared house with Luke, you instantly asked him where he was. By now, he was barley able to form a fathomable sentence, and all you understood was ‘bathroom.’
You ran up those stairs faster than you ever had in your life, opening the door to find Luke, huddled into a small ball laying on the floor. He looked terrible to say the least, his hair was strewn across his pale face, and he was clutching his stomach.
You kneel next to him, tears silently falling down your cheeks. You take his head and lay it in your lap, trying to ease him into sitting up so you could get him to rid himself of the pills.
“Luke, sweetie…” You said as you looked down at him. He looked up at you, and you weren’t met with the blue eyes you were used too. They were blood shot, and the normally sky blue was so many shades darker. You knew that he couldn’t talk, but you kept talking to him anyway.
“I’m going to get those out of you, alright? But I’m going to need you to let me…” You glance down at the bottle of pills, sniffing once to try to keep from crying harder before you turned back to him. He just nodded, leaning up slowly and moving towards the toilet.
He leaned over it, and you closed your eyes, bringing your hand to your mouth.
“On the count of 3, okay babe?” He gives a weak nod again, and you count down, before you attempted to make him throw up, which didn’t happen to work.
“Okay, we’ll get it this time… just think of something disgusting, yeah?” You try to ensure him, but you couldn’t do a very good job as you watched the little color that was left in his face fade away.
You tried again, this time you pushed your fingers farther down his throat. Luke gagged, and you quickly removed your fingers, letting him puke into the toilet.
You had never been more relieved in your life. Watching Luke the way he was now, was one of the most terrifying things you had ever experienced, but thinking about losing him? That was the worst part of it all.
Once he was done, he just sighed, hanging his head as you watched him.
“How do you feel?” You ask, running your hand over his forehead and into his hair, trying to calm him down.
“Better… a lot better.” His voice was raw, but you were so happy to hear it. You moved closer, pulling him into you and burying your head into his shoulder.
“Why Luke, why’d you do it?” You ask, your voice muffled by his flannel and the sobs racking through your chest. He pulled you closer to him, sighing into your hair as he rubbed small circles on your back.
“It was a drunken mistake (y/n). I have no idea why I did it, but as soon as I realized that I did, I started panicking. I tried to make myself puke, but I just couldn’t do it. I didn’t know what to do… and I didn’t want to call the boys, or even you! I didn’t want you to worry… about me…” He was still a bit hung over, so his words were slurred, but you still understood them, which made you only hold him tighter. “I didn’t want to bother you… but it got to the point where there was no other options…” He was crying too, his tears falling against your head.
“I was so worried about you, Luke! I thought I was going to lose you!” You cried, and he continued to rub your back.
“I know… I was worried too, though,” He chuckles a bit, “I thought about not being able to see you, the boys, my family… our family…” You looked up at him, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He just gave you a weak smile. “I thought about not being able to continue my life with you in it… or continuing it at all… and it really scared me.” You reached up and brushed away a few tears that remained on his cheek with the pad of your thumb before cupping his cheek.
“I’m so happy you’re okay Luke…” You sighed, “but right now, you should really get cleaned up and go to bed, it’s been a long day, yeah?” You smile, and he returns it. You help him up, being that he is still a bit weak, and leave him to get cleaned up. Once he was done, you spent the rest of the night cuddled against him, since he fell asleep right after getting out of the shower.
“You messed up, alright…” you whisper, “and I won’t let it happen again.” before kissing his cheek and falling asleep yourself.
Authors note: I really hope you liked it! Feed back is appreciated ^-^
There is so much in the universe
That is difficult to construe,
But understanding dark matter’d
Be easier than fathoming you.
Discovering life forms on Mars
Or traveling several lightyears
Would be more feasible
Than actually having you near.
Finding a place to stand on
Among the clouds of Jupiter,
You know, would be within grasp
Compared to your eyes that glitter,
Seducing my weak heart,
Tearing my lovesick soul,
Like how the tides on Earth
Are under Moon’s control.
And so I live to love you
Just as the Sun would rise
Even if the explanation’s
Beyond my ability to surmise.