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littlenoona · 4 years

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Life’s Blood.

Summary: You produce blood cells at an increased rate when blood is lost, effectively, you cannot bleed out. This ability has served you well so far, even gaining you a rare friend, and you've made it your source of income, but it also has its downsides, one of which you've managed to avoid successfully, until now.

Warnings: Blood drinking, murder, sexual assault(no penetration), unprotected rough sex, multiple orgasms, fangs, noona, kitten and baby pet names, some jealousy.

Genre: Smut, fluff & angst.

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Human!Reader(F).

Word Count: 13,926.

A/N: I’ve tried to change my writing style a little bit by putting sentences together differently and transitioning into other actions more smoothly in this fic. In some areas, I still fall into old habits and I can see that, but I tried! Additionally, I didn’t mean for this to be as long as it is! I started this story around summertime of 2019, but I kinda abandoned it and only recently decided to finish it(Because I’m procrastinating “You Need Us Pt. 4”).

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You never really knew if you should resent and hate your “gift” or if you should appreciate and thank whatever force for it since you had turned it into your everyday job - not only could you not bleed to death but vampires would pay insane amounts of money to feed on you and you would never have to worry about being drained in an alley somewhere which, unfortunately, did happen to some people.

The pros outweighed the cons, the majority of the time anyway.

You had a certain intoxicating smell which made you easy to find for vampires and your blood was equally exhilarating for them to taste - it made you more desirable than other humans, though so far you hadn't had any bad experiences with vampires since you basically offered yourself on a silver platter to them, as long as they played by certain rules while they were in your house.

The majority of your clients were regulars, it was extremely rare that you took on new ones and the ones that you saw often, meaning once or twice a week, had grown fond of you and you'd come to know that they'd protect you at any cost. They always asked if everything was okay, if you needed anything or if anyone was giving you trouble. Truth be told, you had come to be fond of every single one of them too, sometimes not even charging them for coming to feed on you. A couple of them you had even seen outside of work for casual evenings and you always felt safe in their presence. None of them had ever overstepped the line, they were extremely gentle, polite and sweet. Maybe it was because the majority of them were thousands of years old and had come to know how to conduct themselves? Time was different for them and they preferred enjoying the play instead of diving in and ravaging their prey.

Stretching your neck you adjusted a few of the candles that were placed on the table near the window. The window was the height of the wall, and as long as the room you were in, providing you with a huge view of the city. Your apartment was a large, modern design, black and white in colour scheme, located on the 7th floor. Entering the front door it was an open plan with a fireplace, a door going into your bedroom, another to the kitchen, one to a bathroom and one to a guest bedroom. It was a lucrative area and the rent wasn't cheap but you made the money to be able to pay for it, plus some.

Adjusting the shirt of your casual attire, you prepared yourself for your next client - he always came around on Fridays and Tuesdays, even between the usual days he'd show up late at night and wake you up while you were in bed, but you didn't mind, he was a good man. Sometimes he just wanted to see you, or talk and he'd become a close friend.

You'd accidentally passed by him when you were on your way home from a friend's house years ago where he was in bad shape. You'd heard groaning from a ditch along the road you were walking on in the outskirts of your town, something people normally wouldn't do, being a young woman and all but you'd come to fear very little, knowing that you were a rarity among humans and vampires would do anything and everything to ensure you survived.

Looking down into the ditch you saw a young man, his somewhat long black hair was bloodied and stuck to his sharp features. His white shirt was ripped open and had turned crimson from the wound in his stomach, a wooden stake protruding from it. His jeans had several rips in them, exposing the majority of his trained legs and his shoes were missing.

His breathing was ragged and shallow, his body was shaking and pale, paler than usual for a vampire - you could tell what he was straight away from his exposed fangs digging into his chapped lips. He could barely open his eyes to look up at you, a faded red swirling in his iris.

Something in you pulled you to him, you'd always had a weak spot for vampires, whether that was the genetic enhancement in you or because you were a good soul, you couldn't tell, but it didn't matter. Your body acted fast, jumping into the ditch, hearing a small growl emitting from the young-looking vampire in front of you as you approached him.

“It's okay..” you hushed him, his eyes following you intensely while you assessed the situation. Your hand went down to the wooden stake in his stomach, but you weren't sure if he was going to survive you pulling it out.

You rolled your sleeves up, putting your arm under his back and your other hand pulled on his arm to lift him. Your legs swooped under him as you made him lean against your chest, and you had not a care in the world for the cold dirt embedding itself in your clothes, but a loud groan left his dried lips as you moved him.

“I'm sorry.” you panted softly from exhaustion as he was extremely heavy.

Pulling your silver bracelet off your wrist you dropped it next to you to move your wrist in front of his mouth before whispering to him, “Here. Drink.”

His lips parted and you moved your wrist closer so you could impale yourself on his fangs knowing he was too weak to break your skin himself. A hiss left you due to the pain, regardless of how many times you'd experienced it, it always hurt. Closing his eyes as your blood flowed into his mouth, what sounded like a small content growl vibrated through his chest, his head lifting to chase more of your taste.

Your other hand gently caressed his cheek, "Easy.. Easy.. I'm not going to run out of blood. Take your time.”

When he felt strong enough, he stopped drinking and pulled the stake out but you insisted he drank some more before he went on his way so he could heal properly. He made sure you got home safely and since then he's been coming round to see you at least twice a week.

The sound of the door opening and closing behind you brought you back from your memories, but you barely managed to react before his firm chest was pressed against your back and one arm wrapped around your stomach with his large hand resting on your waist, his other arm equally wrapped around you and its hand resting just under your breast on your ribcage. His fangs punctured your neck in an instant and you could feel his tongue lick across your skin causing a light gasp to escape you as the sudden movement startled you.

You could see his reflection in the window in front of you, his blood-red coloured eyes staring back at you intensely under his furrowed brows while his grip on you tightened, pulling you into his body with a small sigh released through his nose.

“Did you miss me, Jungkookah?” you smirked at him through the reflection as your hand moved up into his hair, gently scratching his scalp while the other hand moved onto his arm, your thumb caressing it.

“Mmhm..” he hummed against your skin while closing his eyes.

“It's only been a few days, love.” you smiled, leaning your head to the side and allowing him more room that he eagerly took, pressing his mouth into your neck.

Through the years of having Jungkook by your side, he had only ever fed on you. He had never tried to have sex with you despite his very obvious erections, it was a rule that you made very clear to your clients. A lot of the ones that offered themselves to vampires took feeding and sex hand in hand but you didn't want that, though some of your clients tried to bypass the rule by thinking that they were the exception, that you would give yourself to them, but you shot them down straight away, making it very clear that they only got the 1 warning, any further advances and they would never see you again, possibly not even the moons light.

Jungkook's hand moved from your ribcage, up between your breasts and up your neck to cup your cheek - you leaned into his hand with a soft smile, enjoying his loving gesture and the heat radiating off his skin - unlike a lot of vampires, he was warm because he was a pureblood, he possessed almost all of the same traits as a human, even a faint heartbeat.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't want Jungkook, you did, very much so, and he could always smell your arousal which only spurred his hunger on, but he never acted on it, thinking you probably got like this with all your clients, though you didn't - it was only him.

You smiled at how he had changed over the years. He hadn’t changed physically, he was still tall, extremely muscular and well built. His hair falling perfectly straight in strands near his eyes, his skin flawless and a voice that soothed you easily. It was as if he was frozen in time - a paragon of a human, well, vampire. His demeanour, however, had changed a lot since he first visited you after you found him. You remembered how during the initial few times he fed on you he apologised profusely for being hard with his face and ears flushed so red and you couldn't help but giggle at how innocent he was. He didn't hide his lust for you anymore, but he didn't press it on you as he was happy with just being with you and tasting you, but if you offered yourself to him, he wouldn't hesitate.

Jungkook pulled his teeth from you and dragged his tongue along the puncture wounds he had left behind before planting a soft kiss to your neck, and whispering in your ear, "I always miss you, noona."

"So sweet." you smiled with a faint blush rushing across your face as Jungkook let go of you and dropped himself down on your sofa.

"Do you mind if I stay, noona?" he asked softly, his eyes following you as you walked past the sofa, "Is anyone else coming by today?"

"I'm surprised you still ask me if you can stay, Jungkookah." you laughed, "The answer is always yes and no you're the only one that comes round on these days, I specifically make sure of that."

He beamed happily at you, his big eyes showing so much affection towards you. You had no doubt that he adored you as much as you adored him. It was as if he held the whole galaxy in his eyes, and yet all you could see was your own reflection, as if you were his world.

He leaned back against the sofa and turned the TV on, pulling his legs up under him and suddenly he looked so small. His black hoodie draped over him while his same coloured jeans tightly hugged his crossed legs, and his features relaxed as he was already so lost in the moving images on the screen. You looked at him endearingly for a moment before sighing heavily as you sat down next to him. You leaned back and dragged your fingers through your hair, watching as he wasted no time lying down to place his head in your lap and get comfortable. You gently stroked his hair and smiled at the almost purr like noises he let leave his chest. His hand immediately found yours to put it back on his head any time you moved it away which only caused you to laugh and feel the urge to tease him more. It was comfortable to have Jungkook around - you didn't need to talk or even interact, simply being in the presence of each other was rewarding enough for you. You didn't feel like you needed to try with him and it was pure bliss.

You studied him while he was so unaware of your thoughts with his eyes closed to enjoy your loving pets. You'd for a long time wondered what it would be like if the roles were reversed and you were the one to bite him. What would taste like? How would your body feel during it and after? What would it mean for him and how he would react to it? You'd never had the courage to ask him.

You dragged your finger softly along his cheek and down to his jaw, following the sharp line up to his ear, swiping his soft hair behind it - he looked so peaceful, not a powerful predator like you knew he was.

Sliding your finger down to his throat you pondered his taste. Was it the same as yours? Metallic? Would it taste good? Could you, as a human, even drink it? Should you ask him if you could taste him? Satisfy your curiosity?

Jungkook opened his eyes and turned onto his back to look up at you. His eyes were already questioning yours as he placed his hand flat on your chest by your collarbones making you realise that your hearts pace had increased significantly, "What's bothering you, noona?"

You let a breathy chuckle leave you, "I can't tell if I hate or love that you can hear it and know when something's up."

He smiled slightly at you while his thumb gently caressed your skin as he waited for you to tell him, but he didn't pressure you for it, he let you take your time, though the more you thought about it, the more you wanted to chicken out.

You put your hand on his and sighed deeply while trying to magically grow a quick backbone to ask, "We've been together for a long time.."

He laughed and nodded, "Yeah?"

You realised it sounded as if you'd been in a relationship for years, but you're sure he knew what you meant so you continued, "And I trust you, a lot.."

His brows furrowed and his smile faded as he waited for what he could only assume was something bad by the way you were hesitating and speaking slowly.

"Can I, uh.." you breathed and avoided his gaze, "Can I try and taste you? Your blood?"

He sat up and studied you, but you continued to look away. The longer he stared the redder your face got and the more you wanted to look at him to see what his reaction was, but you were scared, even more so because he hadn't said anything.

"You want to.." he gulped, "Drink from me?"

You nodded softly, finally turning your head to look at him. His eyes were wide and surprised, his mouth slightly open in disbelief. He hadn't ever been asked that before, nor had anyone fed on him and he didn't think anyone ever would, let alone you.

"If you want to, but I don't think you'll like the taste." he smiled, "And there are a few things you need to know first."

"Oh?" you questioned.

"Well.." he paused, furrowing his brow, "Your senses will become much better and you'll be stronger, but it won't last long."

"That sounds amazing!" you beamed.

He chuckled softly at your enthusiasm, "You'll be bound to me."

At that, you immediately raised a questioning brow and listened as he continued, "Not like you think and it's not permanent, but it'll last until your blood has filtered mine out of your body. You'll smell and taste the same to other vampires, but they'll be able to tell that you've drunk from one."

"Okay." you smiled, "I don't mind that."

"And you'll be able to summon me." he smirked, but before you could say that he made it sound like you were going to regret doing it he mumbled almost silently, "And you'll have dreams about me.."

"What?" you breathed, trying to pretend as if you didn't already have them.

"Yeah." he shrugged, "Because you'll be bound to me you'll have dreams about me, it's just something that happens."

You nodded softly while your eyes darted everywhere in the room but his figure, but you'd pretty much already made up your mind and the things that he mentioned didn't sway your decision in any way, because it honestly didn't sound bad and it didn't seem like it would make any difference to your everyday life.

"I still want to." you turned to look at him again.

He was going to offer you his wrist to avoid putting you in a position you didn't feel comfortable with, but when you stood up and placed one knee on one side of his thigh and the other on the opposite to straddle him he looked up at you with eyes that turned hungrier and hungrier by the second as he knew what was to come. Having you on top of him like that was something he'd thought about almost every time his fangs were deep in your neck so his hands quickly and with no hesitation found place on your thighs, sliding up to your hips.

"You want my neck?" he asked with a voice that seemed so much deeper than usual.

You nodded softly, biting your bottom lip in anticipation as your eyes dropped to it and watched his Adam's apple bobble.

"Can I take my hoodie off?" he asked softly, "I don't want blood on it."

"Are you doubting my sucking abilities, Jeon Jungkook?" you teased, crossing your arms over your chest with a pout.

He couldn't help but laugh at how bad that sounded, his whole body moved while he did it which in turn also moved you and made you even more aware of how you'd positioned yourself on him without even a second thought, a slight nervousness in your stomach because of it.

"Not at all, noona." he spoke with a cocky tone, "But I'd rather be safe than sorry. It's my favourite hoodie, so if you don't mind?"

"Whatever, Jungkookah." you tutted while rolling your eyes, but you could barely keep your smile hidden.

He pulled at the hem of his hoodie, allowing it to reveal his extremely toned abs the further up he pulled it and his skin tone complimented them so gorgeously. You tried desperately not to stare as he pulled the item off completely and threw it down next to him while a burn in your cheeks you hoped he didn't notice settled when his hands found their place on your body again as they did before.

"I'll make two small holes in my neck for you, since you have no fangs and all." he chuckled, "My little human."

You hit his chest with a fist, "Don't make me use the strength I'm about to get to wreck you, Jungkookah!"

"I dare you to try." he smirked as his finger went up to his neck and he dug his nail into his skin twice, hissing at the slight pinching pain it caused.

The blood flowed slowly down his neck and you were mesmerised by it, the dark colour of the droplets and the lighter colour they left behind on his skin as it trickled down. You placed both your hands on his chest and leaned in slowly, watching as goosebumps appeared on his skin when your breath fanned across it. You stuck your tongue out and let it drag across his neck, collecting what had escaped before attaching your lips to the puncture wounds.

It was almost as if a hunger frenzy took over you, a taste so sweet and addicting spreading across your tongue, it was nothing like what you had thought, nothing like your own, but the exact opposite, everything you never knew you wanted. You desperately tried to hold onto him as if he was going to vanish in front of you, but there was no fabric to grab so you slid one of your hands to the back of his head to form a grip in his hair.

His hand slid up your back and to your neck, some of his fingers tangling in your hair while he held onto you and his grip on your thigh grew stronger. You leaned your body against his and your nails started digging into the skin of his chest while you couldn't help your legs squeezing around his hips.

"Fuck.." he breathed, leaning his head to the side to give you more access to him which you happily took, pressing your lips harder against his neck as you sucked with more force and he couldn't stop the soft moan he let out, a quick whisper following, "Sorry.."

It was the sweetest little sound you had ever heard, and you wanted to hear so much more of it, but when you repeated the action he suppressed the moan and instead released a rough sigh. He clenched his jaw tightly as you moved and pressed your body tighter to his, his hands on you almost begging you to repeat your movement while his hardened member laid heavily against your core.

"Noona.." he choked, his voice rough and breathy, "I don't have unlimited amounts like you.."

You swallowed thickly one last time before swiping your tongue across his skin, reluctantly letting go of the intoxicating taste of him. You leaned back with your eyes closed while your hands grabbed onto his bare chest, your ears peaking at the multitude of new noises you could hear that caused a small smile to appear on your lips. Not only could you hear his as well as your own heartbeat, but it was also like you could see the layout of the building in your head, and you could see what floor people were on based on the volume of their voice or footsteps.

You inhaled deeply and the aromas of the air were almost overwhelming. Your nostrils flared when Jungkook's scent reached them, so powerful, a mixture of his cologne and natural scent harmonising so perfectly that you couldn't help the shock of arousal in your lower abdomen. He smelled divine, but there was something else lingering that you couldn't quite put your finger on, your brows furrowing as you tried to figure it out, it was strangely familiar and yet not, sweet, but rough.

"What's that-" you barely managed before Jungkook interrupted you, knowing exactly what smell you were referring to.

"You." his cocky smirk evident in his voice, "Your lust."

You immediately felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment, your hands coming up to cover your face and hide from him. This is what he can smell every time you become aroused? He can smell it this easily and clearly?

"Don't hide." he spoke softly, his hand grabbing your wrist to uncover you again, "I love that smell."

Opening your eyes slowly you almost forgot what he said as you looked around, it was as if everything had gained so much more detail. The tiny lines of fibres intertwining with each other on your curtain amazed you, it was so far away, yet you saw it so clearly. The dust swirling in the air around you and, despite your diligent cleaning, laying on your shelves. You looked down at Jungkook and saw the small wrinkles around his eyes caused by the smirk he portrayed as he was looking at your amazement, the dark blood colour of his eyes seemed almost glowing.

His hand let go of your neck and slid down your back, an immediate shudder running through your body as you inhaled deeply while closing your eyes. It was as if all of your muscles relaxed under his touch and mushy feelings rose in your body making you smile with half a breathy giggle.

"Is this what it feels like when I touch you?" you questioned, butterflies fluttering uncontrollably in your stomach.

"I don't know." he teased, moving his hands gently up your sides, "Describe it to me. What does it feel like when I touch you?"

"Good.." you bit your lip, sliding your hands a little up his chest.

"Yeah?" he purred.

"Mmhm.." you nodded, opening your eyes to meet his gaze, "I'm stronger now too, right?"

"You are." he answered and you felt a burst of joy pump through your chest.

"Good." you snickered, "Because there's something I've always wanted to do."

He raised a questioning brow at you, "Hm?"

You slid your hands down his chest, feeling it expand as he took a deep breath until you reached the middle of his torso and both your hands instantly went to either side of him, digging your fingers into his sides repeatedly causing him to flinch forward in laughter. His hands quickly went to find yours, but he struggled slightly to remove them from his body to end your tickle attack with your newfound strength, but he managed to grab your wrists and put them behind your back, his chest now flushed against yours and his face so close to yours you could feel his breath across your lips.

"You've always wanted to tickle me?" he breathily chuckled.

You nodded enthusiastically with a teasing smirk and your lip situated between your teeth, "But because you're so much stronger I'd have no chance."

"You barely had a chance now!" he laughed as he leaned back on the sofa again and his hands found their all too welcome home on your thighs.

"Oh, is that so?" you raised your brows with a cocky look painting your features.

"Yes, noona." he returned your playfulness and tilted his head, feeling playful as his tongue pressed against his cheek and he eyed you up and down, "Actually, I changed my mind. You had no chance."

You gasped and feigned hurt as your hand flew to your chest and you pretended to be insulted, "The audacity and disrespect you are throwing my way right now, Jeon Jungkook!"

"Full naming me now, are you?" he laughed as you removed yourself from his lap and stood up, prancing past him to the edge of the sofa and around to the back of it, behind him.

"I can't believe that I have to deal with this kind of behaviour from you." you continued overdramatically until you stood right behind him and you saw how he hung his head in disbelief of your obvious acting while sighing to himself with a huge grin.

“How dare you.” you emphasised as you leaned your head next down to his, but you had a secret agenda by getting close to him again. You moved your arms quickly, digging your fingers into his side again and he could barely get up from the sofa as he was laughing so much. The way he was desperately trying to stand up but kept falling back filled your chest with so much happiness that you couldn't contain your own giggling.

Managing to get away from your ruthless attack he stood up and looked back at you with heavy panting, a furrowed brow and cocky smile. You met his eyes with a pretend innocent look while biting your lip to contain your grin, but it was futile, you were having so much fun.

He started walking around the sofa to get to you, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek while he eyed you up and down again. You took a few steps back, but you clearly saw when the muscles of his torso tensed and you knew he was going to catch you. You turned quickly and started running, but sure enough, you didn't get far before his arms wrapped around your waist and he held you close to his body.

"I'm still so much faster than you, little human." he playfully growled in your ear, "And now it's my turn."

"No! No, no no no!" you laughed as you felt his fingers dig into your sides, tickling you just as relentlessly as you had done to him. Your legs buckled under you and had it not been for his hands on your body you would have hit the floor, but instead, he slowly lowered you down onto it, though he didn't stop his attack. Instead, as you felt the hard floor under you and you turned around to face him, he sat on your hips and continued tickling you, but you could barely see him through the tears falling from your eyes.

"Jungkookah, please! Please please please!" You begged through your laughter, your hands desperately trying to remove his from you while you squirmed under him, "I give up! I give up!"

He stilled his hands and looked down at you with the fondest smile, clearly satisfied with himself and your little playtime while you almost gasped for air. He wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumb and gently pushed your hair out of your face before he stood up to extend his hand to you, helping you get up from the floor. You happily took it and he single-handedly with no help from your strength pulled you to your legs, but held on to you as you wobbled slightly.

Looking up at him and his soft smile, you felt a burst of love in your chest which caused you to wrap your arms around his neck and hug him tightly. He stood for a moment, maybe feeling slightly confused about the sudden affectionate act, but followed your movement by burying his face in the crook of your neck with his arms swung around your waist to pull you close to him.

"My life would be so dull and colourless without you, Jungkookah." you whispered softly.

"Mine too, noona." he replied, "I'm so happy I have you."

You squeezed him when you heard his words and that was enough for him, you didn't need to reply, he could tell that you felt the same purely by your actions. His skin felt so warm against yours and you couldn’t help falling more in love with him every time you were together. His intoxicating scent, his kind nature, his incredible looks and his ability to make you laugh so easily, but you knew you couldn’t act on it, even if you had the courage to do so. He was a vampire, a strong pureblood at that, and you were a human, you couldn’t satisfy him in any way he needed other than your blood. You couldn’t hunt with him, you’d be too slow, you couldn’t fuck him, he’d break you, and he couldn’t introduce you to anyone, they’d hunger for you.

As if your thoughts weren’t enough, his phone suddenly ringing in his pocket sealed your fate. He pulled the device out and his eyes widened as he let go of you.

"Shit." he whispered while walking to the sofa to grab his hoodie, "I'm so sorry, noona, I have to go."

"Is everything okay?" you worriedly questioned.

"Yeah, everything's fine." he spoke as he pulled his hoodie over his head, "I completely forgot that I promised a friend to help her hunt."

Her.

Your heart dropped and your chest suddenly had a burst of ice go through it, but you tried to keep yourself composed, pursing your lips into a pretend smile, "I'm sorry I kept you."

He froze on the spot to look over at you, but you avoided his stare and wrapped your arms around yourself as you suddenly felt like all the warmth had left you.

He walked over to you and cupped your cheeks with both his hands, forcing you to look up at him, "You've got nothing to apologise for."

Leaning in he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. It wasn't the first time he'd ever done that, but he definitely kept his lips pressed against you for longer than usual, as if he could tell that you needed the extra reassurance, not that he had any obligation to do so, you were just friends?

"I'll see you again soon, I promise." he smiled before he walked out the door and suddenly your world felt empty. You sighed heavily before looking over at the clock on your wall, 2 AM, it was probably time you went to bed anyway.

Waking up felt harder than usual and you didn't feel like getting out of bed. You had no clients today so you could stay in bed and wallow in your own thoughts but you knew it wouldn't serve you any good, so you threw the duvet off your body, showered and tried to do some self-care.

Sporting an extremely oversized hoodie and a pair of leggings you laid down on your sofa and flickered through the channels on your TV, occasionally picking up your phone to browse your social media sites.

No word from Jungkook but it wasn't unusual that he didn't text you between visits considering he saw you so often, he basically lived with you. The thought alone had you smiling to yourself, but you decided to get off the sofa and be productive, doing some laundry and cleaning the place, not that it really needed it, but it proved to be a much better distraction from your gloomy thoughts than the series on your TV ever could. Before long you found yourself looking out the window and into darkness, your day went by quicker than you thought even though your clock still only said 7 PM.

Wintertime with limited sunlight. Go to bed in darkness, wake up in darkness. Good for vampires, bad for humans.

You poured yourself a glass of water, but you only just managed to take a few sips before your doorbell rang and you went to press the button showing you who was outside the apartment complex.

It wasn't a familiar face. You couldn't quite make out their eyes from the angle of the camera, but judging from their dishevelled black hair, sunken face and small figure they certainly weren't a client of yours. They seemed on edge, fidgeting on the spot.

"Can I help you?" you spoke through the intercom.

"Yeah, I just need a little bit of blood." he spoke quickly and quietly.

Your heart started beating faster. He didn't seem like he would be a friendly and understanding client coming to see you, following your rules and adhering to your terms like the others.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about." you tried to sound clueless, "I think you have the wrong place."

"I know I don't." he growled, "Let me in."

You stepped away from the intercom and the screen went off while you tried to push your fear away. You were safe in the building, he couldn't get in.

Sitting down on the sofa you could feel your body shaking slightly. You tried to calm yourself, but your heartbeat wouldn't slow down and you had a sense of dread clawing at you.

"It's okay. It's going to be okay." you whispered to yourself.

You picked your phone up from the table, fully intending on either calling or texting Jungkook to come by, but the sound of rapid footsteps outside your place stopped you. Your door burst open and it was barely hanging on the hinges when the same man that rang your doorbell appeared.

"How did you get in here?!" you yelled as you stood up and tried to back away, but he was quick to close the door and grab you.

"Your neighbours are very naive." he smirked as he pushed you onto the sofa again to lie on top of you and situate himself between your legs. He wasted no time digging his teeth into your neck as you screamed. His hands clawed at your clothing and he managed to rip your hoodie in half, exposing your bra.

"Stop!" you cried out, "Please!"

He didn't listen and continued to drink from you. His hands ventured down your side and this time he ripped your leggings off, leaving you almost fully exposed. He grunted against your skin, so drunk on your taste and he wanted more.

Tears streamed down your cheeks and your vision was too blurry to make anything out anymore. Your voice was straining to keep the screams going and you knew none of your neighbours would dare come to help you, knowing exactly what you did to pay the bills.

"Jungkookah.." you sobbed, and your chest tightened as soon as you uttered his name, as if a cage too small for your rapidly beating heart had collapsed around it.

You clawed, kicked and punched the vampire showing you no mercy. His hands touching you in every place you never wanted him to and that he had no right to touch.

"Get off me!" you screeched, pushing against his shoulders, but he grabbed your wrists and held them down against the furniture while his hips started grinding against you.

The tightness around your heart decreased until it disappeared completely and your door burst open again with Jungkook's figure standing in its place. His features twisted in anger and a growl you'd never heard before rumbled through the room. You barely registered his move, but you heard the scream the vampire let out as he was ripped from you and his vocals along with his life, you assumed, abruptly ended.

Sitting up you could barely contain yourself, choking on air while at the same time gasping for it as you cried and tried to cover yourself with your arms. You felt as if you couldn't cry hard enough and all you wanted to do was scream at the top of your lungs.

Jungkook appeared in front of you. He squatted down as he extended his arms towards you, but hesitated to touch you and let them hang in the air while he studied you, "Noona.. Baby.."

You reached out and grabbed onto his hoodie to pull him close and place your forehead against his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly, "I'm here, you're safe."

"Jungkookah.." you weeped.

"It's okay.." he hushed you softly, "I'm right here."

Your body shook in his arms and he squeezed you tighter while whispering soft reassurances in your ear. His smell along with his large arms around you proved to settle your panic slightly, but you were still terrified, sobbing into the fabric of his clothes.

"I'm sorry.." you choked, "I couldn't stop him.."

"Hey.. Hey.." he whispered soothingly, "Don't apologise, it wasn't your fault. You did nothing wrong.."

"I couldn't.." you cried.

"It's okay.." he spoke, his own voice seemingly choking too, "I'm so sorry.."

He gently rubbed your back, but he knew he could only do so much. He wanted to take your hurt away and he kicked himself for not being here for you, he was angry at himself and at your attacker. He'd promised himself he'd protect you from anything and everything, but he failed.

"Noona, I need to get rid of the body before it's smell attracts anyone." he whispered as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, "Are you going to be okay? I promise I won't be long."

You sniffled quietly, "Yeah, yeah I'll be okay."

"That's my girl." he tried cheerfully, "I'll carry to your bed, okay?"

"Okay." you shakily breathed.

He scooped you up into his arms, letting you lean into his neck and angling you in a way that ensured you wouldn't see the state the young vampire was in or how he'd killed him as he carried you into your bedroom and gently put you down onto your bed. He grabbed your duvet and wrapped it around your tattered clothes and exposed skin before he cupped your cheeks with his hands so his thumbs could wipe away your tears.

"I'll be as quick as I can." he spoke as he looked into your eyes, as if begging for you to believe him, trust him, and not fear him because of what he was and what one of his kind did to you.

You just managed to nod before he was gone from your sight and the shuffling noises he made in your living room quieted down to nothing, leaving you alone. Truthfully, you would have begged him to stay, but you didn't want the smell of a dead vampire to attract more of them, let alone if they had equally lost control of themselves.

Sighing to yourself, your hands ran across your skin where bruises would probably form due to the strength of the vampire and his disgusting touch. You wanted a scorching shower to burn his presence from your body, but you were too scared to move until Jungkook came back. You cursed your blood, your "gift" and you didn't dare think what would have happened if Jungkook hadn't shown up.

The door to your place closed and your eyes snapped towards your bedroom door, your heart beginning to pound again as you stood up on your knees and your body tensed, your fight or flight response kicking in, but when Jungkook turned the corner of the doorframe, you instantly relaxed again.

"Jungkookah.." you meekly voiced, your eyes tearing up again as soon as you saw his face.

He quickly stepped towards you and squatted down by your bedside, taking your hands in his, "What can I do, noona? Do you need anything?"

You stared into his blood-red coloured eyes and for a moment you were lost. How could some with those eyes be so sweet, so caring and affectionate, but others be so cruel, violent and vile?

"A shower.." you mumbled, wiping your eyes with your sleeve.

"Of course." he smiled, standing up to walk you to your bathroom.

He followed closely behind you until you reached the door where he stopped, obviously wanting to give you privacy while you washed and was exposed.

"Would you.." you turned around to look at him, "Would you mind sitting in here while I shower?"

Your shower cubicle was made of frosted glass, so he wouldn't be able to see you, only a pixilated version of your outline, which is why you had no problem asking and he has no issue accepting.

"Sure, if you're okay with it." he spoke softly as he moved over to sit down on the lid of the toilet, smiling sweetly at you.

Sighing heavily you stepped close to the shower and into it, undressing inside before chucking your clothes out and turning on the water to let it heat up. You stuck your hand under it until you felt it was sufficiently warm and then your whole body, but you increased the temperature more and more until your skin was a fiery red. You scrubbed your favourite body wash onto you to remove any scent the vampire had left on you and regain your own.

Turning to let the water hit your back you could see Jungkook's outline, his body was faced towards the door and away from you. He looked stiff, maybe a little on edge, maybe you'd made him uncomfortable by asking him to join you in here?

Little did you know he was desperately trying not to see even the outline of you naked, the thought alone of something he'd wanted to see for so long, so close, but not under these circumstances, not like this.

You finished your shower quickly so he wouldn't be uncomfortable for too long. Opening the door to the shower cubicle to grab your towel and dry yourself. You wrapped it around you and stepped out, meeting Jungkook's kind smile. He stood up and walked to you, his hand coming up to your cheek and his thumb gently swiped across your it, wiping some of your smudged makeup away.

You probably looked horrible and you felt so shy you had to look away from him, but you didn't move away from his hand, instead, you leaned into it.

"Let's get you cleaned up, noona." he whispered.

You nodded and walked past him towards your bedroom, while he followed behind, his soft footsteps made you feel safe, knowing he was so close. He stopped by your door, turned to you and took his hoodie off, revealing the white t-shirt he was wearing underneath.

"Do you want to wear this?" he asked.

"Please." you smiled, taking it immediately to press it to your body, already able to smell him on it.

You walked into your bedroom and over to your wardrobe, ridding yourself of the towel before putting on some underwear and sweatpants, finalising it by dragging his hoodie over your head.

"I'm dressed." you whispered, but you knew he was able to hear you and he walked into the room behind you.

You let out a long breath as you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror on your wall. Makeup was smudged around your eyes, down your cheeks, your hair knotted and wet.

"Come here." Jungkook spoke as he put his hand in yours and pulled you towards your desk of skin products, makeup and hair products. He motioned for you to sit down and he grabbed some wipes before he squatted down in front of you to wipe the smudged blackness on your face away.

He took great care to be gentle and you couldn't help but laugh a little since it was such an opposite of how you did it, which was usually just mashing the wipe against your face and dragging it around until everything was gone.

"Why are you laughing?" he giggled.

"It's nothing, Junkookah." you smiled, "You're just being really sweet."

"I'm always sweet." he scoffed.

"Yeah, you are." you agreed as he finished and threw the wipe in the bin next to the desk.

He stood up, grabbed your hairbrush and walked behind you. Creating a parting in your hair where it usually was, he then began to take small sections of it and brush through it, apologising every time he hit a knot that would take a bit of pulling to get out, again such an opposite as he didn't know that you had built a resistance to it from when you were younger and your mother was much harsher.

It felt nice being pampered, and you could certainly get used to it. The way his fingers ran through your hair gave you chills and when his nails scratched your scalp you swear you could moan it was so good.

He moved to your front and put the brush down, putting a finger under your chin to make you look up at him as he spoke, "Beautiful as always."

You smiled.

"Do you want anything? Food? A drink?" he questioned.

"No." you shook your head, "Can we just sit and watch some movies?"

"Of course." he nodded before he turned around and knelt down, "Hop on."

"A piggyback ride?" you questioned with a giggle, "Oh Jungkookah, you're really treating me today."

"I know, I'm just the best." he smirked cockily, "I know you love them."

"Only because I know you're strong enough to hold me." you voiced as you put your leg on his side and jumped on, his hands grabbing your thighs while you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in it.

"You're light as a feather." he smiled, "Anyone could hold you."

He carried you into the living room and gently placed you down on the sofa before dropping himself next to you with the remote and the telltale sound of Netflix already echoing through the room.

You shivered and felt a little cold despite being sat like a small ball with your legs inside your hoodie. Jungkook took instant notice of this and turned to look at you.

"Do you want me to go get your duvet?" he asked.

"No, it's okay." you smiled, "Can I cuddle up to you though?"

"Sure, but I'm not sure how that's going to help." he laughed.

You moved close to him and he wrapped his arm around you, his hand settling on your waist while you snuggled into the crevice of his neck and rested your hand on his chest, "Because you're warm, Jungkookah."

"I am?" he questioned with a surprised voice.

"Yes?" you giggled, "Are you not supposed to be?"

"Am I the only vampire that feels warm to you?" he asked, ignoring your question.

"Yeah." you sighed contently into his skin, feeling sleep creeping up on you now that you felt almost strangely at peace, "But you're the only pureblood that I've ever met."

"Oh." he spoke, barely audible, "Can you feel a heartbeat in my chest too?"

"Mmhm.." you hummed, "Why do you think I always have my hand on your chest?"

"I figured it was just comfortable." he shrugged.

"You're speaking about it as if you had no idea about any of it, Jungkookah." you chuckled softly, squeezing yourself closer to him to absorb his warmth.

He simply hummed a small laugh, but didn't explain why he seemed so surprised about your statements. It was normal for purebloods to be warm, wasn't it? To have a faint heartbeat? That's what you'd always assumed since no one had told you otherwise and you didn't exactly have anyone that could teach you all of this stuff since you were quite a unique human, probably as rare as a pureblood. You'd never figured to ask Jungkook about it since you knew there were differences in purebloods and vampires that are turned, such as strength and senses, you thought this was just another one of them.

It felt as if time slipped past you so quickly while your head spun several questions and daydreamed scenarios that you knew would never happen. It took you slightly by surprise when Jungkook’s hand cupped your cheek, “It’s late, noona. Do you want me to carry you to bed?”

The thought of being away from him made you panic and all of the peace you felt was ripped from you as you quickly moved your head from its resting place to look up at him. Your eyes were wide and begging while you spoke urgently, your hand gripping onto his t-shirt, “No, no, it’s okay. I’m fine.”

His hand moved from your cheek and onto yours on his chest. His thumb gently caressed your skin in an attempt to soothe you while his crimson eyes assured you, “I’m not going to leave. I’m staying here.”

“Promise?” your voice almost shook.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to your forehead, “I promise you, I will be here.”

“Okay.” you breathed, “But you don’t have to carry me, I’m awake now anyway.”

“Sorry.” he whispered against your skin, “I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“It’s okay.” you smiled while you pulled away as you stood up and looked down at him. You argued with yourself whether or not you should press a kiss to his cheek, but ultimately your more courageous side won and you leaned forward to press your lips against the very corner of his mouth, bordering more on his cheek. You could feel his lips curve into a soft smile while he leaned into your kiss and his hand quickly found yours to intertwine your fingers as you placed your other hand on his chest to steady yourself, enabling you to feel his heart pound just as fast as yours.

“Goodnight, Jungkookah.” you whispered when you pulled away slowly, a victorious smirk on your features as you saw how stunned, but happy he was by your loving action while you walked to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

You closed the door before you walked over to the sink with a long sigh expelling from your lungs and your eyes peered up at your own reflection. That was the closest your lips had ever gotten to his and it exhilarated you so much. You stood for a moment while you were almost too dazed, you couldn’t help but to press the pads of your fingers to where you’d felt him, your heart threatening to beat out through your chest.

Shaking your elation, you brushed your teeth quickly before walking to your bedroom. You left the door slightly open so the sound of what Jungkook was watching and the light of the room would help you relax. You removed your sweatpants and his hoodie to instead wear an oversized t-shirt, but you dropped his hoodie down onto the pillow next to yours so you could still smell him.

Hiding under the warmth of your duvet you grabbed your phone and let curiosity get the better of you as you opened Google and typed what you wanted to know.

"Why would a vampire be warm?"

The first hit seemed to be a blog run by a vampire that provided information to humans who were curious about the ins and outs of their society and abilities, but it caught your eye that they'd answered exactly what you wanted to know so you opened the post and read on.

"Purebloods and their halves.

Unlike humans and vampires that are turned, purebloods have a predestined other half that will complete them. Purebloods do not get to choose who they fall for like others. Some purebloods do not like this, as it makes them feel like they are not in control, but they cannot fight their need to be with their other half.

It is rare that this other half is not another pureblood, but it does happen. If two purebloods find their halves in each other, they will know immediately, but if one finds their other half in a human, it's harder to tell, even for the pureblood, and it's impossible for the human unless they know the signs.

Telltale signs of you, a human, being the half of a pureblood are things you will never see in another vampire.

Their bodies will be warm to the touch."

You gulped, check.

"They will have a faint heartbeat, though this isn't their own, it is an echo of yours resonating in them. It will always be pounding in the same rhythm as your own."

Jungkook had a heartbeat, but you'd never noticed if it was beating the same as yours. Would you be the only one that could hear it, if that was the case?

"You will feel like all is right in the world, even if it isn't, even if you knew that you were going to perish within minutes, if they are by your side, you will feel at peace."

No wonder you'd been so calm after what happened earlier today. You'd tried not to think about it, worrying that something was wrong with you because you weren't as affected as you think you should have been, when all along Jungkook was the reason you were composed.

"Their blood will taste good. Addictingly good. You can be certain that you are their half if their blood tastes heavenly to you, any other will taste vile."

That's where you stopped reading. You didn't need any more confirmation. You were Jungkook's other half, but what did this mean for you? Did he know? If he did, then why hadn't he said anything? He knew the signs, didn't he? You'd confirmed all of them to him.

You put your phone down and your room went dark. You laid quietly, the only noise in and light in your room was that which was coming through your cracked open door. Is Jungkook a pureblood that doesn’t like not being in control of who their other half is? Is that why he hadn’t said anything?

Questions swirled in your head and you had more of them than answers. You weren’t going to confront him about it, in case he didn’t want you to be his half, in case you’d lose him if you did it. You didn’t want him to disappear, and it didn’t mean that you couldn’t find someone else, right?

Sighing heavily you turned into your side and wrapped yourself into your duvet. It was going to be okay, nothing had to change. He was still here, still yours, still his loving self.

You opened your eyes to Jungkook lying behind you with his body pressed against your back. His arm was around you so his hand could lay heavily on your stomach and his fingers were spread out against your skin. His face was already buried in the crevice of your neck to swipe his tongue against your skin and place hungry kisses.

"Jungkookah.." you moaned softly.

"Mmm.." he hummed, "Your moans are so cute."

He snuck his other arm under your head so his hand could reach your breast. He softly swiped his palm across one of your hardened nipples and you couldn't help the way your body writhed against him with a soft sigh being expelled from your lungs.

His hand on your stomach moved down and grabbed onto your thigh to open your legs for him. He guided it back and let it rest against his hip while he pressed his solid member against your ass. His hand slid back to your core where he let his fingers dance ever so lightly across your folds on the outside of your underwear, and relished in the whimper you let go of.

His hand moved from your heat and up your body taking the hem of your shirt with it so his other hand could pinch your bare nipples gently, but he quickly moved the hand back down again and slid it under the edge of your underwear so his fingers could finally feel your wetness.

"You're so fucking wet, baby." he growled against your neck while he pressed the pads of his fingers against your clit, "Such a good little pet."

"J-Jungkookah.." you moaned, leaning your head back and he took the opportunity to capture your lips in a kiss.

You whined into his lips when he started circling your clit softly and your hands grabbed at the sheets below you, unable to keep your hips still as he touched you so expertly.

"Noona.." you heard his voice, but it sounded faint and he couldn't have said it since your lips were pressed together. You felt a soft touch on your cheek, but both his hands were elsewhere on your body.

"Hey.. Noona.." you heard again and this time you woke up to Jungkook hovering above you. His knuckles were pressed gently against your cheek while his other hand was next to your head and his arm was fully stretched as he supported himself. You looked around repeatedly and he could tell you were confused about where you were.

"Sorry, you were.." he paused to decide on his words, "Calling for me."

You knew damn well you were moaning his name and he'd heard you do it, maybe even seen it.

"Sorry, Jungkookah.." you whispered with embarrassment while averting your gaze from his, "I was dreaming."

"Was it.." he hesitated, "A good dream?"

You looked up at him and the soft outline of the light coming through your door made him look even more ethereal than usual, if that was a possibility, but you nodded in confirmation nonetheless.

"I'm glad." he said softly as he moved his hand and his thumb caressed your skin instead.

You closed your eyes and enjoyed his loving gesture, but as your eyes fluttered shut you became all too aware of the fact that his torso was bare and his sweatpants left little to the imagination. There was a very clear outline of his member lying against his thigh - his hard member.

"I'll let you go back to sleep." he whispered as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, but when he moved away you grabbed a hold of his hand and he turned with questioning eyes.

A need in your body made you move, a throb in your core from your dream only sinking deeper in you from the years of lust you'd felt for him. Despite the nervousness shaking through you and your heart pounding behind your ribs, you knew you had to do this - you had to have him.

You pulled him down to hover above you again while you pushed the duvet off of you. He looked down your body slowly before flickering his eyes back up to meet yours and let you guide him onto the bed with you, positioning himself in between your legs as you dragged the duvet back on top of both of you.

He leaned on his elbows that were placed on either side of your head, effectively encasing you below him while his hand tenderly stroked your hair. Your palms slid up his back to his shoulder blades to hold onto him and keep him close to you while you pressed your forehead against his.

"Is this okay?" he whispered, his breath tickling your lips because of how close he was.

"It's perfect." you smiled.

Resting your head back down on the pillow you noticed his lips were slightly parted and his fangs were shining in the dimmed light. Despite having him by your side for so many years and being so close to him so often, you had never touched his fangs or even had a proper look at them, but you were curious.

You moved one of your hands from his back and hesitantly placed it against his cheek to let your thumb graze across his bottom lip. When he didn't move away from your touch you gently pulled his lip down so your thumb could slide onto his fang and you could finally gain a proper look at it. It was incredibly sharp and you were worried if you even tried to touch the tip of it, it would pierce your skin like it was nothing and you would bleed.

Raising your eyes they met his, and you assumed he'd been studying you the entire time. The dark crimson colour of his eyes had always been a fascination of yours, they were almost hypnotising and you could barely look away when he'd catch your gaze.

Your chests pressed together made you aware of how heavy his breathing was, almost as heavy as yours. His stare had changed from his usual tender and cute look, to a predator that was fighting to stay in control of his actions. His eyes were piercing below a furrowed brow with lips that were itching to find yours, ears peaked to hear all your whimpers and hips begging to thrust.

Licking your lips you noticed his eyes dart down to them to see your movement and he eagerly mimicked the action. You lifted your head slightly and leaned closer to him, but you stopped not far from his mouth to ensure he was okay with what you were doing. He didn't hesitate in closing the gap between you by pressing his soft lips to yours, giving in to the hunger you'd both been feeling.

You both took a deep breath as soon as the kiss initiated, as if you'd both been underwater for a prolonged amount of time, deprived of oxygen and you finally reached the surface. His fingers dug into the sheet next to your head and he collected the fabric in his fist while your nails delved into the skin of his back, and you let a small moan go.

Moving your heads opposite each other, your lips never strayed far from his. Your hand moved from his cheek and into his hair to grip it while his moved from your hair to your cheek. Your core needed friction and the desperation to be soothed by him was unrelenting. Lifting your hips up against him you felt his firm member brush against your clit and a shock of pleasure rushed through you causing you to mewl into his lips and grab onto him.

He adored the sound you made and, now knowing that you wanted it, he pressed his member harshly against you again, but you broke the kiss this time, his movement feeling so much better than your own when a shudder went through your body. He looked down at you with a smirk painted across his lips as you opened your eyes and flickered them up to his.

You placed your hands on his chest and pushed him away slightly. He was almost worried he'd done something wrong until your hands slid down your body to the hem of your shirt, and you pulled it up over your head to expose your bare torso. He looked slowly down your body with a sharp inhale as you dropped the item on the floor and let him memorise you. His hand slid slowly from your cheek down your neck and to your breast so his finger could swipe across your nipple. His touch left a trail of fire on your skin as you exhaled and lifted your chest, whimpered for more, yearning for him.

Your sounds broke the spell your body had seemingly put on him when he looked up at your flustered face and quickly pushed his lips to yours again while his hand possessively held on to you and trailed down to your thigh where he lifted your leg to his hip and pushed against you.

You couldn't get enough of him. Your fingers dug into the skin of his back and he arched it into your action, adoring the marks you left on him. His hand on your thigh moved up to your ass where he grabbed it and held on before sneaking his index finger under the edge of your panties, but it was quickly followed by the others as he slowly pulled it down.

“Rip them off.” you moaned between kisses.

“Are you sure?” he breathed, his grip already tight on the fabric and ready to pull.

“Mhm..” you hummed while pulling him closer by his hair and opening your mouth for his tongue to find yours.

He almost didn’t wait for you to confirm before your underwear tightened around your skin and you heard it tear, leaving you completely naked below him as he let the clothing drop to the floor. Your kisses were messy, passionate and rough while his hand slid to his sweatpants and you could feel him dragging them down his thighs, his scorching skin coming into contact with yours and a bolt of lightning went through your core when you felt his member fall heavy against it. You moved both your hands to his waist and slid them to his back when he held his member and softly nudged it against your core. He pushed softly into you and his hand let go of his member, his grip instead favouring the wooden headboard behind your head as your hands slid to his ass and you pulled him into you, your legs tightening around him as he broke the kiss and buried his face in the crook of your neck, a soft moan escaping both him and you.

“Baby..” he growled softly as you could hear the wood of the headboard break under his strength.

You exhaled sharply the further in he pushed, the pain so raw but so good you couldn't help but beg for more, your hands gripping onto his ass to pull him closer to you faster.

“F-fuck Jungkookah..” you whined, “You feel incredible..”

“Your cunt’s gripping me so tightly, Y/N..” he groaned as he fully sheathed in you.

You barely managed to adjust to him and feel his member throb inside you before he swiped his tongue along your pulse and again found your lips for an open-mouthed kiss. His breath hit your lips heavily as you're sure yours did his when he pulled out of you and slowly rolled his hips back into you in steady motions. One of your hands slid from his ass up to his shoulder to hold onto him when his hand let go of the headboard and fell down next to you to support him.

You lifted your legs up further on his sides as your eyes watching every time his abs flexed when he rolled his hips into you and how his arms doubled in size to support his weight. It was as if he knew what your sounds meant and what you wanted more than you did, as if he 'd always known and was in tune with you, because his hand slipped down and grabbed the back of your thigh, pushing it up so he could go deeper in you. You whined and broke away from his lips, noticing how his jaw clenched and a smirk appeared on his lips from your moans before you closed your eyes to lean your head back and you lost yourself completely to him.

“Your moans are so cute.” he purred.

You couldn't help but raise your hips to meet his movements, but he wanted complete control over you so he moved one hand to hold your hip down, and sneered at you, “Lie still baby, I promise I'll take good care of you.”

You whined with a nod and your lip bitten between your teeth while adoring the way you knew his strength was going to bruise you and leave memories from tonight for a while to come. Lifting your head to look at him, you moved one hand to his chest and the other past his cheek and into his hair, gripping it tightly. As your hand passed his skin he shifted his head so his nose was pressed against your wrist where he inhaled deeply and looked down at you in the corners of his eyes, the red colour still vibrant even in the dark room and his fangs shined between his parted lips in the dimmed moonlight.

In a matter of milliseconds, he hooked his arms under you, turned you around and sat upright with you straddling him, causing you to let out a whimpering gasp.

“Sorry..” he breathed while looking up at you knowing you weren't used to his speed as he kicked off his sweatpants completely.

You shook your head with a shy smile, wrapping your arms around his neck, as he reached up and brushed your hair behind your ear. He pulled you close to him and let both his hands slide down to your ass where he held onto you and slowly lifted you up to slide back down on his member as If you weighed nothing. He loved seeing your eyes close and how your brows furrowed from the pleasure he gave you. As he raised and lowered you, your proximity to him let your nipples rub against his chest, and it only allowed further strings of pleasure to shoot to your core. He leaned in and licked along the skin of your neck, tasting you and soothing you while he increased his pace, fucking you harder and faster.

You scratched along his back and felt him lean into you with a low growl, “It feels so good when you mark me, Y/N.”

“Yeah?” you cooed.

He held you still and buried himself as far inside you as he could, causing you to whimper when he pulled you closer and pushed his lips to yours. You writhed your hips against his body, begging for more and you could feel the tightness in your core much more clearly now that you were still.

“Such a desperate little human.” he smirked when he pulled away from you, “Aren't you?”

“Jungkookah, please..” you breathed, your eyes flickering up and down his features while his did the same.

“Who're you desperate for, kitten?” he teased with a raised brow and hooded eyes, putting a finger under your chin.

“You..” you whined, “Only you..”

“Such a good girl..” he hummed while lifting you slightly and pulling a little out of you so he could look down, his member now visible between you, “Is this what you want?”

Your eyes flickered down and you saw his member coated in your essence, illuminated by the dimmed lights before you mewled, “Mhm..”

He pulled your hips to him in a harsh and powerful movement, his member thrusting into you in an instant again causing you to moan loudly and tremble on top of him. You held on to him as if he was holding you together, worried that if you'd let go, you'd get lost. His hands slid to your ass again where he quickly picked up the pace of lifting and dropping you on his member.

“J-Jungkookie..” you mewled.

“What is it baby?” he smirked as he leaned back and his eyes searched your face, his actions never seizing.

“So good..” you breathed, shutting your eyes while letting your head hang and your hand gripping his hair tighter, “So close..”

“Already?” he chuckled, “Gonna cum for me?”

You nodded repeatedly while biting your lip, feeling your body moving on its own with and against his. He fit you perfectly, just as you wanted it, he was almost too much, but perfectly so. He loved watching you become so intoxicated by pleasure, just as he always was by simply being around you. His eyes, ears, and mouth captured, and memorized every part of you, every movement and noise you made while at his mercy. Your thighs tensed and pressed against his sides while your breathing became shallow pants, so focused on achieving your orgasm.

“That's it, baby, I've got you.” he cooed, “Let go for me.”

You felt the pressure behind your core race towards you and your abs clenched together, preparing to let go. Your climax danced on the very edge of your clit until you finally fell over the edge and your body started rhythmically contracting, your core throbbing on Jungkook's member while breathy mewls fell from your lips.

“Fuck..” he moaned softly into the skin of your neck.

Closing the small gap completely between you, you held your arms tightly around him and continued to roll your hips against his to ride out your high. One of his arms wrapped around your back and he held still while you could do nothing but shake with pleasure in his embrace. He wasn't finished with you, which was evident as he turned you around quickly and laid you down on your back.

“I want to taste you so bad.” he hummed as he pulled out of you and started kissing down your body.

“Jungkook-ah, don't..” you panted, “I'm so sensitive.”

“I know.” he spoke between kisses as he laid between your legs, “I'll be gentle, I promise.”

He dragged his lips against your inner thigh before going closer to your core and letting his breath fan across it. Pressing his mouth to your folds he let his tongue dart out and lightly trace across them, ending in a flick against your clit that had your body twitch and a gasp drag into your lungs. Your hand reached down to hold onto his hair while he licked along your entire slit to taste everything you had to offer. Your body trembled as his arms wrapped around your thighs to hold you close and prevent your hips from moving away from him while he placed his tongue flat against your clit to circle it as lightly as he could, but it was still almost too much for you.

You halfway sat up and looked down at him between your legs, your body twitching every time he hit your clit. He looked up at you and made eye contact while your hand softly held onto his hair and he earned small whimpers from you, but he soon let go and moved away from your core, licking his lips while he came up to kiss you.

“Best thing I've ever tasted..” he purred.

His hand slid onto your side and down to your hip where he grabbed you to flip you onto your stomach. While hovering above you he moved your hair from the side of your neck so he could lean down and swipe his tongue against your skin as he pressed his thighs against yours to get you to spread your legs further for him and without him even asking you raised your ass for him.

“So good for me.” he whispered as you turned your head to look back at him and he leaned his forehead against your temple.

He so easily, without hands, slid back into you and your mouth fell open in a silent pleasure-filled inhale. You gripped onto the pillow in front of you as he lifted one of his hands from the mattress and let it move across your shoulder to your neck and then your chin where he held onto you harshly as he started thrusting into you roughly, harder and faster than before.

He let out a growl like noise before pressing his mouth to your cheek while breathing heavily, “Your cunt feels so much better than I dreamt of.”

You couldn't help but chuckle cockily with a huge sense of pride in your body, “You dream about my pussy, Jungkookie~?”

“Every time I had my teeth in you.” he sneered as he let go of your chin and his hand slid to your back and he pushed your torso down against the mattress, “And more.”

You reached over and let your free hand grab onto his forearm, your forehead following suit quickly to press against it too. Your eyes peered out through their corners and you saw how fixated he was on you. His red eyes switched between yours and where he was thrusting into you. His abs as well as his biceps flexed with every movement he made while his hair in sharp points, coated by the sweat also shining across his skin.

“Fuckh..” he breathed as you saw his eyes close and his head lean back with a stutter in his hips, he was nearing his limit.

His head snapped back to look at you and he let go of your back, letting his hand fall on the mattress so he could support himself on it again. He leaned down and you turned your head to meet him in a tongueless kiss he continued down to your neck where you extended it to let him come closer.

“Noona..” he whispered as his hips slowed down and his nose slid across your pulse.

“Kookie..” you cooed back.

“Can I bite you?” he asked for permission.

“Any time you want.” you smiled, “I'm yours.”

His tongue swiped across your softest spot and his fangs dug into your skin, so easily breakable for him. Your core tightened around his member and he moaned into your skin while his hips increased their pace again. He lifted his dominant hand and slid it under you to reach your core where he slowly, but with force, started circling your clit.

You groaned, closed your eyes and licked your lips while backing your body into his. You could feel his hips falter and become slower as he kept still inside you for longer periods of time until he completely stopped moving with a soft groan and you felt his member throb repeatedly and spill everything he had.

Writhing beneath him you knew that his fangs in you combined with his member and his fingers circling your clit you would be coming undone sooner than you could prepare yourself for. He laid still and heavy on top of you while trying to make you cum, admiring your moans and movements. You leaned your head back against his shoulder and moved your hips against his hand as you felt the tightness in your stomach come crashing towards you.

“I-..” you whined, “I'm gonna cum..”

He growled into your neck and increased the pace of his fingers, so addicted to your taste, your scent, the way you moved and your voice. Your legs tensed and locked in place while your abs contracted, seemingly knocking the air out of you with every move. Your toes curled and your feet stretched as your breathing stopped for a moment while your orgasm finally took over and your core clenched on Jungkook's member in quick succession.

He released groans and mewls into your skin, almost unable to keep his fangs in you as you near tortured him with pleasure on his sensitive member, but as his fingers slowed, the time between your core constricting grew larger until you had completely ridden out your orgasm and you were completely spent.

Pulling his fangs from you softly, you fell down on the mattress completely with a struggling breath and a shaking body. He removed his hands from you and hovered above you, supporting himself on both his hands while whispering against the skin of your back and gently kissing between your shoulder blades, “Tell me you're okay..”

You turned your head and looked up at him through the corners of your eyes with a smile, “I'm okay..”

“Did I hurt you?” he questioned with worry in his voice, “Was I too rough?”

“It was perfect, Jungkookah..” you mumbled while closing your eyes.

He pulled out of you as gently as he could, but it still caused you to whine and scrunch your nose in pain.

“I'm sorry..” he spoke with guilt before lying down next to you and letting a hand caress your arm.

You turned onto your side to move close to him and he immediately wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you close to his body.

“Don't apologise..” you smiled while pressing a kiss to his chest, “It was everything I dreamt of.”

“You dream about having sex with me, noona?” he teased.

“Every time you had your fangs in me.” you replied with a giggle, “And more!”

He laughed at you repeating his words, but you always made him laugh, and you loved hearing it, beyond his voice, it was the sweetest sound that existed to you. You snuggled into his chest and intertwined your legs with his because you wanted to be as close to him as possible and never let go, but you knew you should probably have a shower before you leaked the mess he had made inside you onto the sheets.

“I should wash..” you sighed.

“Do you want me to go turn on the shower for you?” he asked with a soft voice.

“Mmm..” you mumble, “And carry me..”

“I know you're joking, but I will do it.” he chuckled.

“I know..” you smiled, “You're so sweet..”

“Because I-” he stopped mid-sentence and froze.

You looked up at him with tired, but curious eyes, “Because you what?”

He cupped your cheek and you leaned into his hand while closing your eyes, feeling his forehead press against yours as he whispered, “You know what I was going to say.”

“I want to hear it.” you whispered back with a smile.

“I promise I'll take good care of you as long as you want me to.” he spoke with a low voice, “I love you.”

You leaned your head up to push your lips to his while sliding your hand to the back of his head where you pulled him closer, silently guiding him on top of you and between your legs again.

“I love you too.” you mumbled between kisses that got progressively more heated and passionate.

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If you existed in the MDZS universe, which sect would you rather belong to? Major or minor. Would you prefer living a 'normal' life instead of a cultivator' s?

Cultivator, definitely. For all the bullshit they have to put up with, they can fly. It is one of the superpowers I covet the most, especially because their other superpowers make it practical without having to worry about things like windchill and goggles. Also, I do not want to share a universe with ghosts and zombies while also having no real ability to do anything about the ghosts and zombies beyond screaming for help from people who are notably shit about answering.

As far as sects go, I honestly might try for wandering cultivator. I love traveling and only enjoy other people’s family drama when it’s fictional. As random disciple #4 I would probably not be tasked with navigating the political implications of the Jin-Jiang-Wei-Wen-Lans’ intricate web of adoptions, marriages, and disownments, but a lot of background cultivators have died over who got invited to what party. RIP, random Lans who went with Zixun to confront Wei Wuxian. I’m sure your plans for the day didn’t involved getting ripped apart by a zombie because Zixun is a shithead who jumped straight to murder instead of talking to his cousin about his issues with his brother-in-law.

On the other hand, every person we see attempt the wandering cultivation lifestyle dies horribly, and I’m trying to avoid that fate. If I’m picking a sect it’s between the Jiang and the Nie. The smaller sects seem like they are very prone to being wiped out by random psychopaths and also full of assholes, so they’re out. Obviously not the Wen, because they’re evil and persecuted, the worst of both worlds. The Jin are evil, throw terrible parties and have bad taste, and even if Jin Ling is in charge there’s going to be lots of exhausting backstabbing and scheming. The Lan have terrible food and have outlawed like half of my hobbies, and white really isn’t my colour. It really should be the Jiang. I love spicy food and swimming and think Lotus Pier is gorgeous. Unfortunately, the Jiangs are right in the middle of the life threatening family drama cluster and even their standard issue family drama seems like it would be stressful and annoying to work around. The Nie have a serious warrior-jock vibe but they still look like they’d be a good time, especially under Huaisang, who definitely knows how to throw a party and I bet is overseeing a thriving arts scene. If Nie Mingjue is alive he is by far the best prospective sugar daddy and also super hot, so that’s a plus. They are the only major sect that hasn’t somehow involved themselves in the primary family drama, but their cultivation style is potentially deadly, and the secondary family drama of Mingjue brother-marrying into a dysfunctional throuple that includes Jin Guangyao and Nie Huaisang’s subsequent fraternal vengeance quest really kind of erases that advantage. Fuck it, I’m going Jiang so I can have splash fights at work and live a life of unrestrained chaos. I’ll just be mysteriously needed to fight ghosts in the wilds of Yunmeng every time they’re figuring out who should go to the cultivation conferences or accompany Sect Leader Jiang to Gusu.

#should it properly be the Jin-Jiang-Wei-Wen-Lan-Nies?#i tend to leave out the nie because #mingjue and jin guangyao are both dead #and lwj certainly doesn't seem to feel bound #by xichen's oaths #but huaisang and xichen do seem to have considered themselves brothers #so even if they're estranged #i can see the argument for it counting #one big unhappy family!#jin ling has every uncle #Anonymous

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kyndaris · 4 years

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Pokemon in the United Kingdom

One of my first memories related to gaming began with a series about catching monsters and watching the associated anime on the television (unfortunately dubbed). Pokemon took my imagination by storm in those early days with its simple mechanics and addictive gameplay. And on my Gameboy Colour, I explored the entirety of the Kanto region with my trusty Squirtle at my side as I tried to “catch ‘em all.” Fast forward twenty or so years, and I had purchased Pokemon Sword and was waiting to play it on my Nintendo Switch. While I did skip Black and White, and struggled to finish a few others, this was the first time a mainline Pokemon would grace our television screens. Bursting with excitement, I settled down to explore the Galar region for a good long while.

Unlike previous entries, this time I chose the Grass starter. Though Sobble stole my heart and Scorbunny seemed like an excellent addition to the team, there was something about the monkey that drew me to it. But I was so torn between which one to choose that it was not until I had to choose that I settled on Grookey. In fact, I had already chosen names for each starter. If I had picked Sobble and it had turned out to be male, I would have named it Fleming. Female: Vesper. A male Scorbunny would have been Beckham. Whereas a female Scorbunny would have received the name of a female footballer.

As for Grookey, though, I was a little stumped. If it had been male, I would have called it Silverback. Why? Because Rillaboom was a drum-beating gorilla. Yes, Donkey was an option, but I thought I would take the more sophisticated route. Instead, though, I was saddled with a female Grookey. Scrambling, I simply chose Weaver - after Sigourney Weaver for her excellent portrayal in the film Gorillas in the Mist.

Names aside, the first few hours of Pokemon Sword provided enough breadcrumbs to whet my appetite for more. What were these mysterious creatures in the Slumbering Weald? Who would serve as the primary antagonist? Would Hop please calm down? How did these Wild Areas work and why couldn’t I catch that level 26 Onix right from the start? Nor did it seem right that my playable character was only ten years old. They had to be at least in their teens, right? If they were ten, how did any of these parents allow their children to go out into the wider world?

Yet, as the game continued, much of the story developments were simply swept aside with comments like: let the adults deal with this even as we provided insights into the legend of Galar that Sonia, the granddaughter of Professor Magnolia, was tasked with uncovering. How anyone never connected the dots before remains a mystery, but please don’t be so condescending as to tell me to just focus on the Gym Challenge. This was made all the worse with the lack of voice acting. After so many years, it would have made sense for the human characters to have voices. Instead, I supplied terrible accents for the first hour or so before I grew bored.

Still, Pokemon has never been about deep story lines. Nor should one question why a ten year old was the one that had caught the cause of the Darkest Day and could very easily destroy the world if they so chose.

As for the gameplay, not much has changed. While they introduced Dynamax-ing, much like Z-moves and Mega-evolutions from the past, it felt very much of a gimmick to differentiate the current generation of Pokemon with the handheld titles. Pokemon Sword also had several quality of life changes. From the very start, all Pokemon in your party were able to receive experience points. In addition, experience points were also bequeathed to your Pokemon when they were caught. Consequently, it made it much easier for me to level up all the Pokemon I wanted to experiment with in a more timely manner. Gone were the days of grinding each and every Pokemon to ensure that they all evolved. This was further aided by the Dynamax raids and the exp candy that could be acquired.

While I managed to catch a hefty amount of Pokemon, I was able to also watch all of them evolve from the very beginning. The abundance of stones also made it easier to obtain a Ninetales, Heliolisk and Froslass in short order. Other Pokemon proved much more difficult to evolve and it took a while for me to obtain Sir Fetch’d, the Galar region exclusive evolution to one of our favourite ducks with a leek: Farfetch’d.

The music in Pokemon Sword was also a delight. Though I didn’t like the spectator sport that were the gym battles, the cheering in the background still had my heart pumping as I utterly destroyed my opponents by being clever with my type choices. The remixes of several iconic themes as well as the introduction of new themes made it a joy to listen to as I hunted for all the 1% possible Pokemon along the 10 major routes of the Galar region (as well as the Wild Area).

Pokemon Sword and Shield does not change much of what a veteran player of the franchise would be familiar with. There are a few additional gimmicks that serve as worthwhile distractions, but overall, the experience stuck true to the formula many people knew. The story, as well, as a little underwhelming and Chairman Rose’s motivations felt a little muddled in the grand scheme of things. Why was he so insistent that there be a perpetual source of energy right now when they did not need to worry about the supply and demand of keeping Galar alive for basically another millennium? Surely, people could find an alternative source in those years. It seemed a little heavy handed in creating unnecessary conflict.

And, if there was one other plus to playing through Pokemon Sword, it was that the lack of voice acting made it incredibly easy for me to catch up on quite a few Critical Role episodes, along with UnDeadwood.

#video games #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon

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Thoughts on Fruits Basket 2019 Episode 10: “It’s Valentine’s, After All”

And with this episode, we’re officially starting to cover material that the 2001 anime completely cut out, just to make it even more clear that this is going to be a complete and faithful adaptation of the manga.

I can’t wait to see new viewers react to Shigure’s true nature as this goes on, lol.

Thoughts under the cut [plus some big spoilers for the entire manga]

Even though this episode was a pretty 1:1 adaptation of stuff from the manga, there’s a lot to say about how it compares to the 2001 anime’s take on the same part of the story, since they’re surprisingly different, and really highlight how much the 2001 anime cut out from the manga.

To put it simply, this episode adapted chapters 15 and 16 of the manga, whereas episode 11 of the 2001 anime [kind of sort of] adapted chapters 15, 16, and 17 of the manga. It’s been a while since I watched it, but I think they did it by removing everything from chapters 15 and 16 that wasn’t specifically about valentine’s day. Which meant that they cut out all the set up for Kyo’s character development and Shigure’s darker side. It’s understandable that the 2001 anime would have cut that stuff out since it’s some very long-term set-up that only pays off in parts of the story that hadn’t even been written by that point, but it’s a very good example of how the 2001 anime cut out a lot of the darkness and depth of the series and focused way more on the comedy.

I have a feeling some people might be a bit confused about why Momiji and his story about the foolish traveler weren’t in this episode, but that’s just because that part’s from chapter 17, so it should just be in the next episode.

The next episode should cover up to the same point as the equivalent episode from the 2001 anime, but the hot springs part itself should probably feel a bit less slow and drawn out than it was there.

Anyway, even though this episode is mostly just a straight adaptation of the manga, the fact that so much of it wasn’t adapted in the 2001 anime makes it feel really fresh and new. It’s a really effective set-up episode for a whole bunch of future plot points and character development.

The stuff with Kyo’s traumatic flashback to Kyoko’s death is one of the things I’ve been most excited to see in the reboot, and I think they handled it really well. They even added a short original scene at the start of the episode with Kyo waking up from what was probably a nightmare about Kyoko’s death, which he then flashes back to again when Shigure points out how irrational his hatred of Yuki is. The panel where he has that flashback is probably one of my favourite individual panels of the manga, since it’s so sudden and visceral and different from the style of anything else in the story, and comes way before the story really digs into it’s darker elements. I knew that they wouldn’t handle it in the exact same way, artistically, so I was a bit worried it might be a bit of a let down, but I think they handled it nicely. Having it be a very sudden, choppy black and white flashback to some scattered visuals of Kyo watching Kyoko die was really effective. And at least going by what I’ve seen anime-only people say, it was ambiguous enough that people who don’t know the truth of it seem to be assuming that it’s just something to do with Kagura, or his true form. So hopefully the eventual full reveal of his backstory with Kyoko will still be shocking to them when it happens.

But on the other hand, the real MVP of this episode was Shigure, which a lot of people who just watched the 2001 anime might be surprised by, since I don’t think he really played a big part in the original Valentine’s episode, and in general the 2001 anime didn’t get into his actual backstory and character development at all. But a fair bit of this episode was devoted to teasing at the darkness going on in his past, and his selfish schemes and motives, with the whole Valentine’s double date with the main trio and Kagura quickly becoming more of a background detail than the main focus of the episode. I’ve seen a lot of anime-only people who’ve been really wanting the show to focus more on Shigure, so I hope they’re pleased with this episode one way or another, lol.

I’m not sure how much I should say about Shigure and his relationship with Akito now, and how much I should just save until later so I don’t end up repeating myself, but to put it simply, I actually really like their relationship, and both of them as characters, so this episode was really exciting for me. I think they’re doing a great job of setting up Shigure’s motives and plans while still leaving a lot to be explored and revealed later.

I feel like I need to attach a whole list of disclaimers to me saying that I like their relationship, though, since I don’t like it in the same way that, for example, I like Kyo and Tohru’s relationship. It’s hard to say that I ‘ship it’, because I don’t think their relationship is healthy at all and I don’t even really think they should have ended up together in the long run. I just think that their relationship is really interesting as a plot point that acts as the crux of basically the entire story. I like it because it’s dark and unhealthy and a lot more ‘adult’ than basically all of the other major relationships in the series.

Since this episode at least introduces the idea of Shigure’s dream from when he was a child, I may as well make it clear that that’s basically the core aspect of their relationship which set the whole thing in motion, and it defines what it’s all about. It’s up for interpretation, to some degree, but I view it as a sort of dark, realistic take on the romanticized notion of ‘soulmates’. You know how soulmate AU fan-fics which premises like ‘your soulmate’s name appears as a tattoo on your body when they’re born’ or whatever are really popular? I view Shigure’s dream as exactly the same sort of thing. Broadly speaking, the dream is a reflection of the supernatural bond between the god and the zodiac members, and most of them don’t like it at all, but for Shigure specifically, the dream effectively forced him from that day onward to view Akito as his soulmate. Those feelings came to him in a dream, and as he himself put it in this episode, it was over for him from that point onward. He had no choice but to devote himself to claiming and preserving that feeling.

A big part of why I like their relationship so much is because it goes so far to expose how incredibly messed up the entire concept of having a supernaturally designated soulmate from birth would actually be for someone. If you knew that you had to do everything you could to be with one specific person, or else you’d live your life with a feeling of hollowness, because you’ve already had a glimpse of that intense emotion, which no other person can give you. Just like Shigure says, it probably makes him the most cursed of all the zodiac. When the curse eventually gets broken, most of the zodiac are able to just move on with their lives and slowly separate themselves from Akito, and they wonder why they ever cared so much about her in the first place, but even after all of that, I think Shigure still had no choice but to be bound by his feelings for her.

The whole underlying thread of how Shigure seems both genuinely in love with Akito, and aware enough of his situation to be bitter and resentful about how his feelings for her are basically an inescapable curse placed upon him from childhood, is one of the most fascinating parts of the story to me, even if it only rarely gets touched upon.

I just have a lot to say about these two, lol. They’re definitely two of the most polarizing and controversial characters in the story, but for better or worse, the entire story wouldn’t exist without them.

On a more random note, we finally get to see Shigure’s editor in person in this episode for the first time, and let’s just say I wasn’t expecting her to have silver hair. Come to think of it, I don’t think she ever appeared in any colour pages in the manga, so I don’t think we’ve ever seen her canon hair colour before this. It’s kinda funny that it’s basically the reverse of what’s probably gonna happen with Kazuma later in this season, since he had silver hair in the 2001 anime, but he has brown hair in the manga.

She also sounds a lot more young than I imagined, but I never really put much thought into who would voice her in the anime.

Anyway, this was a really great episode in a whole lot of ways. It makes me really happy that these elements of the story are finally being adapted, especially with so much care and attention to detail. I’m glad that both manga readers and anime-only people seem to be really enjoying where it’s going.

And since it seems like the reboot is gonna be 63 episodes long in total, there’s a whoooole lot more left to come, so we’ll at least actually get the full pay-off to all of these things being set up.

#murasaki rambles #fruits basket #this might have been a fairly heavy and dramatic episode #but let's just say it still feels so comforting and fluffy compared to the emotional storm of yesterday's episode of sarazanmai lol

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Imagine Cordo going down and everyone is happy but then sudden laser beam and Oscar is shot, which takes everyone by surprise. Ruby freaks out (everyone does) and that’s when Oscar sees Ozpin. Causing ep 13 (since ep 12 is probably gonna be fighting) to be focused on Oscar and Ozpin?

That’sone way of doing it. While I share your hunch on Oscar possibly being downed during the finale and ending up either in the Dreamscape(meaning his own mind) or the Realm between Realms to reunite with Ozpinand the God of Light, I don’t personally want Oscar to go down so soon meaningthat I’m actually hoping he survives the Cordo boss battle.

Apart of me hopes thatif Oscar is to go down, it’ll probably be during a daring moment of protecting Ruby.That’s why I’m waiting for the events of V6 C11 to playout because I’m curious to know if Neo and Cinder are going to show up for thefinale alongside Adam.

Ifwe’re getting the fated rematch boss fight between Adam versus Blake and Yangthen supposed we’ll get another parallel rematch battle between the Fire and Ice-creamduo and the Rosebuds.

IfNeo and Cinder show up then the hunch I have is that we’ll get to see a tag team rematchbattle of Cinder versus Oscar and Neo versus Ruby.

I want Neo to have her duel with Ruby basedon what Cinder promised her in V6 C7.

“…Help me getto Atlas. Help me find her and the rest is up to you…”

Cinder told Neo that if she helped her findRuby then she will be allowed to deal with her how she saw fit. I know she saidAtlas but…what if the Writers decide to retcon that detail and have Cinder andNeo change their plans to go to Argus instead especially when they meet up withAdam who informed them that the group are in Argus or something like that.

I want a Neo and Ruby confrontation because Ifeel like it can mirror the fight she had with Torchwick which is the fightthat made Neo have her vendetta in the first place. And Cinder vs Oscar sinceCinder was the one who fought Ozpin and killed him so a second go like thiswould be interesting to watch; albeit a little unfair on Oscar’s part since,though Oscar has improved as a fighter, I’m not sure if he’s ready to go upagainst a Maiden of Magic. But it is worth seeing him try and give it hisall especially if Oscar, on his own, uses his own wit to outsmart the cockyCinder and disarm her.

If Neo and Ruby have their dual, then mytheory is that at some point Neo willoverpower Ruby. Seeing Ruby down, this gives Cinder theopen window to deal her final blow to Ruby. Even though Cinder promised Neo shecan have her revenge, knowing Cinder’s personality, I feel like she’s morelikely to doublecross Neo and take a cheap shot at Ruby while Neodistracts and weakens the girl for her.

While Ruby is distracted with Neo, Cindertakes this as a chance to kill Ruby. Or…perhaps Cinder does surprisingly keep her word to let Neo kill Ruby but stilltakes a cheap shot at Ruby. Like imagine…Cinder directs her attention fromOscar to blindside Ruby with an attack from afar and as Ruby spins to counterCinder’s attack, Neo takes this distraction as a moment to deal the killingblow to Ruby.

I keep hearing word of Neo committing a heinous action that will upsetthe fandom . So whatif…Neo ends up killingOscar? What if…Neo takes a stab at Ruby only for Oscar to jump in front of the SilverEyed Girl, shielding her from the blow as Neo’s weapon goes right through theboy’s chest. So instead of killing Ruby, whatif…Neo technicallykills Oscar who dies saving Ruby right in front of her very eyes. I say technically because I don’t think the CRWBY Writers will actively kill off Oscar.

I feel like if Oscar is going to reunite withOzpin, it’ll probably be in the Realm betweenRealms and why I want it to be that as opposed toOscar’s mind is because it’s a chance for Oscarto parallel Ozma’s experience and meet the God of Light (or God of Darkness)face to face.

And as shown by Ozma, the only way for one toend up in the Realm between Realms is through death so I’m slowly starting to think that everything that’s been subtly foreshadowed about Oscar since the V6 poster has been leading to him possibly dyingthis season and coming back from the dead.

I know a plot point like this could upset myfellow Pineheads however speaking as proud Pinehead myself; I actually would like to see this become canon if possible.

Oscar dyingto protect someone he cares about is something Ican definitely see him having the bravery to do. It doesn’t necessarily have to be Ruby that Oscar dies or gets seriously injured to the point of death tryingto protect. Though Ruby is the obvious firstchoice, I can also see Oscar dying to protect Jaune for one) thatnod to Pyrhha’s sacrifice at sending Jaune off to safety while she went off tofight Cinder alone and two) to establish a bond between Oscar and Jaune whichcould aid later when Jaune eventually asks Oscar to join JNR. There have been too many signs this season.

Having Jaune have tension with Oscar so that he can learn to appreciate the value of having Oscar on the team.

“…Don’tworry. We’re not leaving for Atlas without him.”“This teamjust isn’t the same without you, Oscar.”

Bringing up Pyrhha so that JNR could finally have closure for their fallen friend and former teammate and move on anew.

I know that Oscar’s justification for incorporating red into his combat outfit theme is different from JNR’s but I like that it’s in there not just to symbolize Oscar’s admiration for Ruby but to also give him a colour that connects him to JNR. Just look how good these four looking next to each other. Look how Oscar fits in with JNR.

And of course, my favourite moment from C11 to signal JNPR’s potential revival with Oscar on the team---the fact that Oscar is making the same reaction to Jaune as Nora and Ren---that felt like such team moment. Like three team members being amused over their dorky leader. I’m just waiting for the show to make it official already.

That JNPR revival is coming guys! It’s getting stronger with every new episode. Now all I need is for Oscar to fight alongside JNR for the finale and like a hacker, he’ll be in for sure.

Plus I like this idea because it couldpotentially lead into my theory on Oscarbecoming immortal---resetting the reincarnation cycle byasking the God of Light to grant him immortality so that he may carry out themission of stopping Salem without having to force Ozma, the Past Wizards or anyfuture Wizards from this curse.

I think something like this could be cool ifturned canon…but I dunno. Not sure if Writers would do something like this.

Going back on your point anon,C13 is the seasonfinale episode. It’s the verylast episode of V6. Waiting to have Oscar meet Ozpin at thevery end. Giving everyone their development throughout the season while waitingto drop Oscar’s at the very end---I dunno. That might not sit well with somePineheads who were hoping it would’ve come sooner y’know. I know it’s just yourtheory anon-chan but I actually think you could be correct in that assumption.

If I were to interpret the narrative of thenext three episodes, I could assume that all three episodes will involve big fightsso I’m expecting C11-13 to be very action and combat heavy. We already got a taste of it fromthe C11 teaser clips.

If I had to guess, I feel like C11 will focusheavily on the Adam vs Bumblebee fight while cutting back and forth between the Cordo boss fight with JNR_QROW.I actually don’t think the mecha battle is the main fight. By the end of C11,we’ll probably get some reveal of a major twistto suggest that Adam was only the decoyto a much bigger scheme.

In C8, Ruby brought up Cinder Fall after Maria mentioned her ‘trial by fire’. Thisis why I’m waiting to see if Cinder and Neo show up. An interesting way to end C11is on a cliff-hanger where Grimm arrive to attack Argus along with Fire and Ice-cream.

By the end of C11, it would be cool if Neo andCinder were revealed to be working with Adam again and arrive with an army of Grimm to rain down on the unsuspectingcitizens of Argus---perhaps an army comprised of the Grimm we’ve seen all volume like the Manticoreand the Sphinx, maybe even some Apathy or just the generic cannon fodder Grimmlike the traditional Ursas and Beowolves.

Then in C12, we get the heroes splitting up to tackle the enemy while evacuating thecitizens to the Argus Atlesian Military Base since it’s probably the mostwell-protected safe haven in the entire city. This is why I don’t want Cordo tobe defeated because I’d like to see a temporarycease fire as Cordo redirects her attention to helping the heroes protect the citizens.

Maybe we can even have Maria assist from the air by evacuating people with her ship?

One thing I’ve been hoping to see for thefinale is Oscar fighting with JNR. Like we get to see Oscar, Jaune, Nora and Ren work together and pulloff team attacks coordinated by Jaune to take down an enemy horde to furtherhint at Oscar potentially joining up with them to revive Team JNPR. If C12 is along episode then we could get to see the Neo versus Ruby and Cinder versusOscar rematch go down and since the CRWBY like to toss in cliff-hangers…imagine if the episodeends with my theory of Neo killing Oscar while he tried protecting Ruby andthat’s how the episode just ends.

Then in C13, we get the reunion of Oscar and Ozpin. The only way I’ll accept itbeing like this is if the 90% of the episode is focused on just Oscar and Ozpinreuniting in the Realm between Realms or the Dreamscape or where the Writersdecide to toss their reunion.

No offense to the writers but they have skimpedon Oscar’s development this season which is disappointing since the posteralluded to it so…I’m hoping C11-C13 will make up for it and be our freckled farm boy’s crowning moments toshine like the golden boy he is.

But we shall see. In the meantime, these are justmy thoughts and theories and I hope they answered your question anon-chan. I plan ongoing more in depth in some of the stuff I talked about like Oscar’s potentialimmortality or even my ideas for how V6 could end in upcoming RWBY Musings. But asI said, I’m waiting to see how C11 goes because for me that will determine thekind of finale we’re going to get. So let’s see tomorrow!

~LittleMissSquiggles (2019)

#squiggles answers: rwby #oscar pine #ruby rose #jaune arc #rwby theories #rwby volume 6 theories #rwby volume 6 spoilers #Anonymous

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(my love will) keep you warm

Read this on AO3 Square Filled: Cock Warming Ship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers Rating: E Major Tags: Dom Steve, Sub Bucky, Exhibitionism, Public sex, Criminal AU Word Count: 5238 Summary:

Bucky is the best cock warmer that Steve could ever ask for — and the entire criminal world of Brooklyn knows it.

Created for @mcukinkbingo

Notes: Day 3 of my Steve’s 100th bday celebration. If you’ve seen Chris Evans’ tweet to Octavia Spencer on his bday, then you’ll know why I chose that particular word when you see it.

Full disclosure: idk how criminal organisations work, y’all. This is just some kinky AU were Steve’s a bad guy, but he’s also That Guy™, the one that you can always go to when you need a favour to be done.

Lastly: COCK WARMING IS MY KINK JAM. MY LOVE FOR IT IS THROUGH THE ROOF (in other words, prepare yourselves for some filth)

Stucky Masterlist

Steve is starting to lose his patience.

“I can get ‘em for you Tony, just buy me some time,” Steve says, for perhaps the tenth time in as many minutes. Tony’s put-upon chivalry is starting to grate on his nerves.

“Well I don’t have, time, Cap, I need that Chitauri tech now,” Tony snaps, waving his cigarette around as he paces the length of Steve’s office, his designer shoes practically carving a groove into Steve’s rug.

“Look, y’know I hate to spring this on you, Cap,” Tony sighs, pressing his fingers to his temple, “I appreciate you talkin’ to me at all, but—help a guy out here, Cap. I’m a dead man walking right now, you know that.”

Steve sighs in frustration, raking his fingers through his hair.

The tension between them is so thick that it’s almost palpable; if he tried, Steve could probably slice through it with a knife. He and Tony have been (barely) civil towards each other for the meeting thus far

– Steve’s hoping that things’ll stay that way for a while longer.

He and Tony are not on the best of terms. A job gone wrong two years ago had culminated in a particularly gruesome shoot-out, with both Steve and Tony’s crews taking heavy losses. The botched job had resulted in Tony suffering a chest wound which had put him out of action for several months, whilst Steve had been forced to go deep underground, so as to not get caught by the Feds.

This is the first time that he’s seeing Tony in person since the events of that fateful night; the fact that Tony is here at all is a pretty significant development in their relationship. Whilst Steve and Tony may never be as close as they once were, Steve doesn’t hold a grudge against him. He’s got bigger things to worry about, anyway.

“I know, Stark,” Steve says finally. “I said I’d help you when you needed it, and I will, just—you gotta admit, this is pretty tight.”

Tony huffs, taking another drag from his cigarette. “Look, okay – two weeks, that’s the best that I can give you, Cap.”

Steve growls in frustration, his fingers tightening their grip on the armrests of his office chair. Between his legs, perhaps sensing his growing irritation, Bucky taps his tongue against the underside of Steve’s cock, teasing the vein there.

The brief sensation eases the tension in Steve’s chest. His attention turns to Bucky, who is naked and kneeling between Steve’s thighs. There is a soft cushion underneath his knees to protect them from the cold wooden floor. Bucky’s wrists are crossed at the small of his back, one hand clasped in the other. He holds Steve’s semi-hard cock between his lips.

Steve’s little cock warmer.

Steve threads the fingers of his right hand through Bucky’s hair. Bucky huffs, his breath ghosting over Steve’s dick. His eyelids flutter as Steve gently scratches his scalp.

“That’s the best you can give me?” Steve asks, dragging his gaze away from his sweet boy, back to Tony. He’s a little calmer now – Bucky has helped to re-focus his attention.

Tony shrugs apologetically. “Any more’n that and people’ll start gettin’ suspicious.”

Steve nods slowly, as he mulls over the problem in his head. “I know a guy. I’ll talk to ‘im, see if we can’t get ‘em to you within a week.”

“You do that, and I’ll get Pep to send you a gift basket,” Tony drawls, as he turns on his heel and strides to the door. He pauses with his fingers on the handle, body turned slightly towards Steve.

“I—do wish that things hadn’t happened the way they did,” he says tersely.

It’s the best apology that Steve’s going to get from him. “Me too, Stark. I don’t hold it against you, just…double-check the facts next time, yeah?”

Tony nods curtly, before pulling the door open and slipping out.

Steve stretches his arms above his head and groans quietly, rolling his head to work out the cricks in his neck. It’s meeting day, which means that Steve Rogers, known as ‘The Captain’ to all but his closest associates, is cooped up in his tastefully-decorated office. He’s seeing a whole range of people that have reached out to him with favours they need doing.

Steve’s not your average criminal.

Sure, he’s pulled off a couple of heists and stolen his fair share of things that should’ve been impossible to steal, but he grew out of that particular criminal phase pretty quickly. Orchestrating and masterminding his own grand schemes is exhausting – he much prefers helping others fulfil their own evil dreams.

As such, he’s earned himself a reputation as the guy to turn to when you need some cash, or some new weapons, or even some spy-work to be done. Steve and his team – consisting of Natasha and Sam – pool their combined resources and expertise to help people out. It’s a pretty neat business, if a little out of the ordinary.

Though Steve knows that he’s got a couple more people waiting to see him, he decides to give some attention to his little boy, who has been doing such a good job at keeping Steve’s cock warm. With a smile on his lips, Steve leans forward to grab the glass of water on his desk.

“Bucky,” he coos, stroking the knuckles of his free hand over his sweet boy’s cheek to get his attention. “Sweet boy, you’ve been so good, can you take a sip of water for me?”

Steve threads his fingers through Bucky’s dark hair and gently eases him off his cock. It slips out of Bucky’s mouth with a wet plop. Bucky’s lips are glistening, slick with spit. Steve brings the glass to his boy’s lips and coaxes him to take a few sips, murmuring quiet words of praise all the while.

“Can you check in with me, baby? What’s your colour?” Steve asks, as he sets the glass back onto the desk.

“Green, sir,” Bucky whispers.

“Thank you, sweet boy,” Steve replies, his fingers stroking over Bucky’s neck, just above the thick leather collar he wears. Bucky sighs at the touch, eyelids fluttering shut.

“Feelin’ sore anywhere?” Steve prompts, “Your knees, your back – wanna take a break, walk around for a sec?”

Bucky shakes his head no. “M’good, sir,” he breathes, tipping his head back slightly. Steve chuckles, leaning down to press a feather-light kiss to Bucky’s lips.

Steve knows that their relationship is a little unorthodox.

Not in the fact that Bucky is Steve’s little boy, no, just in the fact that they are both so open about it. Steve knows that plenty of people are involved in this sort of relationship, but he’s never heard of any couple who are as public as he and Bucky are.

Those who are new to Steve’s method of operation tend to be a little unsettled by it. It’s one thing to have a kept boy, it’s a different thing entirely to have him naked and sucking on your cock like a goddamn pacifier when you’re having a meeting. Any qualms they might have are soon pushed aside, however, as people quickly learn that it’s something that they need to get used to if they want to do business with Steve. This is how things roll in his corner of Brooklyn.

The premise for Bucky being around during Steve’s meetings is simple: Steve hates spending a moment apart from his sweet boy. Plus, a few too many kidnapping scares in the past have taught Steve that the best way to keep Bucky safe is to keep him close.

Bucky loves being useful, and what better way to put him to use than to make him Steve’s little cock warmer? It’s an activity that keeps Bucky occupied, within Steve’s line of sight and most importantly, puts them both at ease. There is also the added bonus of Bucky’s presence tempering Steve’s notoriously short temper; Steve tends to be more lenient, more magnanimous when he’s got his boy wrapped around his dick.

“Please sir, can I have it back?” Bucky asks quietly, looking at Steve with big, pleading eyes.

Steve chuckles. “Have what back, precious?”

“Your cock, sir,” Bucky says breathily, a hint of a smile curling on his lips.

“Mmm, you want in your mouth, Buck? Need it to fill you up again?” Steve asks, his voice turning dark and gravelly.

Bucky jerks his head in a nod. “Uh-huh, please, sir.”

A sharp rap on the door causes Steve’s attention to be drawn away from Bucky momentarily. Natasha enters the office, her heels clicking against the wooden floor. She’s dressed in a crisp black suit, the jacket tailored to her petite shoulders and the trousers emphasising the curve of her hips. Natasha has worked with Steve for over ten years – there’s no one else he’d trust as his second in command.

Because she’s been working with Steve for so long, she doesn’t bat an eyelash at Bucky’s nude state, nor does she give a second glance at Steve’s dick, which is hanging out of his fly. Natasha’s learned to live with the fact that Bucky and Steve are about as kinky as people get.

A quick glance at her face tells Steve that she means business; her lips are set in a grim, determined line. He straightens in his chair.

“What’ve we got next?” he asks her.

The corners of her mouth pull into a frown. “You’re not gonna like it. It’s Rumlow.”

Steve wrinkles his nose in disgust. “What’s he want?”

“Says he’s got a favour he needs to ask. Something about borrowing some boys for a job.”

“Again?” Steve groans, “After what happened last time?”

A few months back, Steve had sent a team of his guys out to Seattle with Rumlow’s squad, providing him with extra manpower on a smuggling job. The whole thing had gone south pretty fast, costing Steve a couple of his best guys.

“Fuckin’ asshole put a bullet in my thigh, d’you think I’ve forgiven him?” Nat grumbles. She’d been one of the people who had volunteered to go to Seattle.

Steve clicks his tongue in disapproval, shaking his head. “Did he say what he wanted to do with ‘em, at least?”

Natasha shrugs indifferently. “Nah, not really, y’know how he is. Said some shit about tryna pull off another raid.”

“Pull off another?” Steve snorts, “To do that he’d need to pull off one first.”

Natasha smirks. “So. Do I get him in?”

Steve sighs. “Gimme a sec,” he mutters, holding up a finger.

To deal with Rumlow and his merry band of knuckleheads, Steve’s going to need a sedative that’s a little stronger than Bucky’s mouth. He turns his attention back to his sweet boy, who has been waiting so patiently between Steve’s legs.

“Bucky?” Steve murmurs, stroking his fingers through Bucky’s hair. “Little boy, look at me please, I need you to listen.”

Bucky does as he’s told, his gaze soft and trusting.

“Baby boy, m’gonna need you to move,” Steve says. Bucky whimpers in distress, lips pressed into an unhappy line.

“Hush now, let me finish,” Steve says, combing his fingers through Bucky’s hair soothingly. “Pretty boy, m’gonna need you to get me nice and hard with your mouth, and then m’gonna need you to come up here and sit on my cock, ‘kay?”

Bucky’s eyes widen as he nods fervently. “Yes, sir, I can do that,” he rasps, already craning his head forward.

Steve keeps his fingers twined in Bucky’s long hair – reminding him of who’s in charge – but otherwise, lets his sweet boy do as he pleases. Steve’s already a little hard from being kept warm in Bucky’s mouth, so it won’t take much for him to fatten up completely.

Bucky starts off with tiny, kitten-licks around the head of Steve’s dick, brief flutters of sensation that have Steve sighing with pleasure. Because he knows that he’s on a time crunch, Bucky wastes no time opening his lips wide and swallowing Steve down nearly all the way. Steve grunts, his hips making a jerky, aborted thrust into Bucky’s mouth. Bucky sucks him off wet and sloppy, spit drooling out of the corner of his mouth as he chokes himself on Steve’s cock. A pleasant warmth spreads through Steve, arousal pooling in his groin as the blood in his body rushes to fill his dick. Bucky’s eyes are heavy-lidded and glazed over as he huffs and moans around Steve’s cock.

“Fuck, sweet boy, you’re so good, that’s it,” Steve praises, as he tightens his fingers in Bucky’s hair. He uses his grip to hold Bucky still.

Bucky gets the message, relaxing his jaw and opening his lips wide. Steve fucks his cock into Bucky’s mouth with short, sharp thrusts, grunting in ecstasy as he uses his beautiful, sweet boy the way he wants to. Bucky hums happily, eyelids drooping shut as Steve shoves his cock down his throat.

Though Steve would like to keep at it for longer, he has business to attend to. Gently, he eases Bucky off his cock, the head popping free of Bucky’s lips with a lewd squelch. A thin gossamer of spit connects Bucky’s bottom lip to the head of Steve’s dick.

“Stand up, my pretty boy,” Steve orders, his voice quiet, but brooking no protests.

Bucky does as he’s told, a little unsteady on his legs from kneeling on the ground for so long. Steve places his hands on Bucky’s hips to help steady him. Bucky’s little cock is inches from Steve’s face, hard and curving towards his belly, the tip covered in pre-come. Steve chooses to ignore it as he strokes his hands over Bucky’s pelvis, stopping when he reaches Bucky’s inner thighs. He taps his fingers twice, prompting Bucky to spread his legs.

Steve uses his right hand to reach behind Bucky’s balls, his fingers seeking out the princess plug that he had put in earlier. He uses the tip of his index finger to trace his baby’s stretched rim, causing Bucky’s entire body shivers in anticipation.

“M’gonna take it out, okay sweetheart?” Steve says softly.

“Yes, sir,” Bucky whispers.

Steve grabs hold of the base and slips the plug out gently, in one smooth motion. Bucky whines at the emptiness. Steve shushes him, using his free had to pet Bucky’s hip as he reaches over to snag the bottle of lube that’s on the edge of his desk.

He slicks up his fingers before pressing them into Bucky’s hole, twisting them around to re-coat Bucky’s walls. Bucky gasps at the intrusion, his muscles twitching involuntarily. Steve groans as his fingers are engulfed by Bucky’s tight heat, his cock throbbing in anticipation of sliding into that indescribable warmth. His little boy is already slick and stretched out from their play earlier this morning, but Steve can never be too cautious.

Steve withdraws his fingers from Bucky’s hole and squirts some more lube into his hand. Bucky is watching him intently, his gaze lust-darkened and hungry. He parts his lips on a quiet moan as he watches Steve slick up his own cock, jerking himself with a loose wrist and languid motions. After wiping his hand on a handkerchief that he pulls out of his breast pocket, Steve takes hold of Bucky’s elbow to pull him closer.

“You’ve been a good boy, haven’t you?” Steve asks, as he presses a kiss to the centre of Bucky’s chest.

Bucky ducks his head shyly. “Yes, sir,” he murmurs.

Steve hums in agreement. “Mm, I know y’have. You know what good boys get as their reward?”

Bucky’s breath hitches. “Your cock, sir?”

Steve growls, nipping Bucky’s pec with his teeth. “Yeah, that’s right, sweet thing. D’you want my cock, baby boy?”

“Yes, sir—please, sir,” Bucky says fervently.

“C’mon then, in my lap,” Steve says, leaning back in his chair.

Bucky grips onto Steve’s shoulders and swings his legs over Steve’s thighs, moving with the poise and elegance of a dancer. As he hovers over Steve’s lap, Steve grasps his cock and guides the head to Bucky’s entrance. Bucky shudders when he feels the pressure of the tip pressing against his hole. He drops his weight slowly, sinking onto Steve’s cock in one controlled movement. Steve throws his head back and groans as the tight warmth of Bucky’s channel envelops his dick. Bucky’s got his bottom lip between his teeth to hold back his cries of pleasure.

When he’s fully seated on Steve’s cock, with Steve’s balls pressed tight to his ass, Bucky drops his forehead onto Steve’s shoulder and groans quietly.

“Okay, baby boy?” Steve asks, “Get comfy, we could be here for a while.”

Bucky nods weakly, before shifting his legs until they’re folded neatly, his calves bracketing Steve’s thighs. Steve inhales sharply when Bucky’s muscles clench and ripple around his dick. Once Bucky’s found a position he’s happy with, Steve pets his back and peppers Bucky’s temple with kisses, helping to settle him down.

Steve gives the tip of his ear a final kiss when he feels that Bucky has stilled completely, before turning his attention back to matters of business. He looks to Natasha, who until now has been sitting on a chair at the side of the room, fiddling with her phone, politely ignoring Steve and Bucky. Sensing his eyes on her, Natasha looks up, an expectant expression on her face.

“Done?”

Steve nods. “Go bring ‘em in.”

“D’you want me to stay?” she asks, as she walks to the door.

“Please,” Steve replies. “I can’t bear to deal with those idiots alone.”

Natasha snorts as she throws the door open. She pokes her head out and yells at Sam, who’s been tasked with managing the waiting room.

“Sammy! Send the next one in, would you?”

Steve hears the thump of heavy boots on the wooden floor. Natasha steps to the side, pushing the door open wider so that Rumlow can come in. He is flanked by two of his guys – Sitwell and someone that Steve hasn’t seen before. The new guy’s eyes widen, jaw dropping open in shock when he sees Bucky in Steve’s lap.

“What the fuck?” he hisses, mostly to himself.

Rumlow rolls his eyes. “Shut up, Rollins,” he snaps. He tips his head to Steve in greeting.

“Hey Cap, nice set-up you got there.”

Steve quirks his eyebrows in acknowledgement.

The stark contrast between him and Bucky is a little strange, so he can’t blame the new guy – Rollins – for his shock. Bucky wears nothing besides the collar around his neck that marks him as Steve’s. Steve, on the other hand, is fully clothed, wearing a charcoal grey suit, a white shirt and a blue tie that complements his eyes. The only thing that shatters his composed exterior is the fact that his cock is currently buried to the hilt in Bucky’s ass.

“So, what d’you need this time, Rumlow?” Steve asks.

Rumlow rolls his shoulders and crosses his arms over his chest. “Me and the boys got word of a shipment of precious cargo leaving the docks tomorrow,” he says cryptically. “We’re gonna raid it.”

Steve cocks his head to the left. “Okay, that’s what you’re plannin’ to do, what d’you need from me?”

“It’s a big job, my crew ain’t big enough,” Rumlow says, “Was wondering if you could loan me a couple of your boys.”

Steve snorts. “After last time?” he retorts, pointedly eyeing the ugly scarring on Rumlow’s left arm, a remnant of the Seattle job that had gone wrong. Rumlow shifts uncomfortably, moving his arm to hide it from Steve’s accusing gaze.

“It was a freak job, Cap,” Rumlow grits out. “No one could’ve saw it happenin’ like that!”

“Rumlow, m’sorry, I ain’t gonna give my guys to you,” Steve says firmly.

Rumlow grinds his teeth together in anger. “Fine. Then what’re you willin’ to give me?”

“I dunno, what’re you willin’ to trade?” Steve asks dryly.

Rumlow pauses to think. Sitwell leans forward and whispers something in his ear.

“You need some mules, Cap?” Rumlow asks, “I got a couple’a greens that could use some breakin’ in from you. Or maybe you need someone with more experience? I can give you that…”

Rumlow continues to list potential repayments as his voice fades to background noise in Steve’s head. He’s trying to pay attention, but Bucky wiggling and shifting restlessly in his lap is stealing all of his focus. Steve holds a hand up, interrupting Rumlow mid-sentence.

“Hang on a sec, fellas, I’ll get back to you in a minute,” Steve mutters.

Steve presses his lips to the shell of Bucky’s ear. “Precious, what’s wrong, what’s your colour?” he asks urgently.

“Green, sir,” Bucky whispers.

“Good boy, Bucky,” Steve praises, stroking his hands down Bucky’s back. “I know you need some attention, baby boy, but I need you to wait a little, yeah?”

Bucky whimpers in distress.

“Shh, now,” Steve soothes, “You’re bein’ so good for me, little one, I just need you to be good for a bit longer, ‘kay? Almost done.”

“S-sir,” Bucky breathes, lifting his head a little, turning to look at Steve with enormous, pleading eyes. There’s wetness pooling in the corners. “Sir, I-I can’t—can you—please, I need—”

Unable to voice his thoughts, Bucky shifts back a little. His eyes flick to his dick, before meeting Steve’s again, the desire apparent in his gaze.

Steve clucks his tongue sympathetically. “Oh, you poor thing, you need me to touch you a little, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh, please, sir,” Bucky says desperately.

Steve presses his lips to Bucky’s hair as he takes Bucky’s dick in his hand. It’s small enough for Steve’s large fist to engulf it entirely. He gives Bucky a few quick, rough strokes, flicking his thumb over the sensitive tip on every upstroke. Bucky mouths weakly at the side of Steve’s neck, trying to fight back his moans. He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, the tension bleeding out of his body as his lungs empty. Steve takes his hand away and Bucky groans, slumping forward and resting his forehead against Steve’s neck.

“There you go, sweet thing, you okay now?” Steve asks, squeezing Bucky’s hip affectionately.

“Uh-huh, thank you, sir,” Bucky breathes, nodding his head.

“My pleasure, baby boy,” Steve says, “Be good for me, okay?”

Having taken care of Bucky, Steve turns his attention to the rest of the room. Rumlow and his goons are looking on with flabbergasted expressions on their faces; behind them, from her position by the door, Natasha is fighting to suppress her laughter. When Steve meets her gaze, she rolls her eyes exaggeratedly.

Show-off, she mouths.

Steve smirks. “So, what d’you think, Romanoff?” he asks loudly, “How’re we dealing with this?”

“We’ll provide you with some tech that should make the job easier, Rumlow.” Natasha replies smoothly, schooling her face into a serious expression. “In return, you’ll give us a 7 percent cut.”

Rumlow growls quietly, a disgruntled expression on his face. It’s clear that he’s unhappy with the deal, but also recognises that it’s the best they’re going to get from Steve. “Fine,” he bites out, before turning on his heel and stalking out the door, Rollins and Sitwell hot on his heels.

Steve snorts. “Not even a thank you,” he grouses.

“Savages,” Nat agrees.

“S’ that it, then?” Steve asks hopefully. “No more?”

Natasha shakes her head. “We’ve got one left. Loki.”

Steve brightens immediately. “Aw, we like Loki, don’t we Buck?”

Bucky nods quickly. Loki has helped Steve secure some special presents for Bucky in the past.

“C’mon, let’s give Loki a lil’ show, huh?” Steve purrs, nipping Bucky’s ear for emphasis.

“Seriously, Rogers?” Nat grumbles.

“Shut up, Nat, just gimme a sec,” Steve mutters. To Bucky, he says, “Sweet boy, can you stand up for me? We need to turn you around.”

“Yes, sir,” Bucky says easily. He lifts himself onto his knees, wincing as Steve’s cock drags over his prostate. When it slips out of his ass, Bucky whines, unhappy at the emptiness. Steve puts his hands on Bucky’s waist and guides him to turn around. Bucky grabs onto the arms of Steve’s office chair, his legs spread wide over Steve’s thighs, feet planted on the floor.

“Go slow, baby boy, make it count,” Steve tells him, as he grasps the base of his cock to steady it. “Spread that ass for me, Buck, lemme see you take my cock.”

Bucky’s back muscles ripple as a shudder runs through him. He grabs a handful of his ass in both hands, spreading his cheeks wide, exposing his hole to Steve’s hungry gaze. His little hole is pink and puffy and swollen, glistening with lube. Steve presses his hand on the small of Bucky’s back, forcing him to arch it further, rounding his ass out.

“’Kay, baby, fill that ass up,” Steve rasps.

Bucky lowers himself onto Steve’s cock at a painfully slow pace. Steve moans as he watches Bucky’s stubborn rim struggle to stretch over the head of his dick, then grunts when he finally breaches Bucky’s hole. Little huffs of pleasure escape Bucky’s mouth as he works himself onto Steve’s cock, his muscles trembling with the effort of going slow. Steve too has to fight his own urges, resisting the temptation to grab hold of Bucky’s hips and slam his cock deep into Bucky’s ass.

“Goddamn, baby boy, fuck,” Steve hisses, “Takin’ me so good, oh m’god, wish you could see, baby.”

“Sir,” Bucky whispers, “Sir, you feel so big, oh.”

“Oh, Jesus, look’it you, sweet boy,” Steve murmurs, palming Bucky’s ass cheeks, spreading them further apart. “Takin’ me so good, baby, m’so proud of you.”

“Sir, sir,” Bucky says helplessly, chanting the word under his breath like a prayer.

“Yeah, that’s it, sweet boy, all the way, c’mon,” Steve says, his hands roaming over Bucky’s back as his boy takes the last couple of inches into his channel, dropping his full weight into Steve’s lap.

Steve wraps both his arms around Bucky’s waist and sits back, coaxing Bucky to lean against his chest. His legs are draped over Steve’s lap, body soft and pliant. Bucky purrs contentedly as Steve runs his palms down his torso, stopping briefly to paw at his pecs. Bucky’s head is lolling against Steve’s shoulder, a blissed-out expression on his face.

His breathing hitches when Steve curls his hand around Bucky’s little dick possessively – not stroking, just holding, in a show of ownership. Steve imagines what Bucky must look like, all soft and fucked-out, his hole clearly visible, stretched out over Steve’s girth.

Bucky lets out a shaky breath when Steve kisses his cheek. “Okay, little one?” he asks.

“Yes, sir—thank you, sir,” Bucky says breathlessly.

With his little cock warmer in place, Steve turns his attention to Natasha, a silent request in his eyes. She nods and throws open the door.

“Sammy! Tell him to come through!” she yells.

A few moments later, a pale man wearing an emerald suit walks through the door, his jet-black hair slicked away from his face. He moves with a feline grace, dropping into the chair in front of Steve’s desk in one fluid motion.

“Loki.”

“Captain. You look well,” Loki says, tipping his head forward.

“Thank you,” Steve replies.

Loki casts his gaze over Bucky, his eyes lingering on the leather collar and on Steve’s hand wrapped around Bucky’s hard dick.

“My best wishes to your boy,” he says softly. “I hear your anniversary was a couple of weeks ago?”

“Thank you—yes, it was,” Steve says, running his free hand down Bucky’s flank. He can feel Bucky’s ribs shudder as he exhales. “Now, I’m sure you’re not here to make small talk with me.”

“That assumption would be correct.”

Steve huffs. “Well, why are you here, then?”

Loki sighs. “It’s about my brother.”

“Thor? What happened to him?”

“He’s…missing,” Loki says. Steve gets the impression that he’s purposefully being cryptic.

“Missing,” Steve echoes. “We’re gonna need more detail than that if you want us to help.”

“Yes, of course,” Loki says. “I haven’t seen him in six, going on seven days. No contact whatsoever, which is completely unlike him.”

Steve hums, brows knitting in concern. “When was the last time you saw him?”

“At my house,” Loki replies. “We had dinner together.”

“D’you know who took ‘im?” Steve asks.

Loki rolls his eyes. “If I knew, Captain, then I assure you that I wouldn’t be here, grovelling for your help,” he snaps.

Bucky stirs in Steve’s arms, squirming listlessly. Steve tightens his grip around Bucky’s cock and jerks him quickly, which immediately makes Bucky still.

“What’s wrong, baby boy?” Steve breathes, his lips next to Bucky’s ear so that Loki won’t catch their conversation.

“He sounds kinda angry at you, Stevie,” Bucky murmurs, barely moving his lips.

“Oh, sweet thing, are you worried for me?” Steve asks. Bucky nods in reply.

“S’alright, Buck,” Steve soothes, rubbing his free hand in gentle circles on Bucky’s chest. “S’just how he is.”

Bucky nods, settling down again. Steve turns his attention back to Loki, who is watching them with curiosity written on his features.

“Quite the pet you have there, Captain,” Loki comments.

“I know,” Steve says proudly. “He’s the best little boy I could ever want.”

Bucky ducks his head shyly, equal parts embarrassed and pleased by the praise.

“Alright then, Loki,” Steve says, dragging everyone’s attention back to the matter at hand. “What d’you need me to do?”

“Valkyrie, you remember her, yes?”

Steve nods; he’s seen her with Loki before, with her dark hair and sharp eyes.

“She has reason to suspect that Thor has been taken by the Guardians,” Loki tells him.

Steve’s eyebrows fly up in surprise. “Who, Quill and all? Those nutjobs? How’d they get a hold of ‘im?”

Loki spreads his hands wide. “Your guess is as good as mine, Captain.”

“Alright then, what d’you need?”

“I know you have connections to their group,” Loki says. “Use them. Find out if he’s there – I’ll handle the rest.”

Steve can do that. He’ll talk to Strange, see if he can get the man to pay Quill a visit in the next few days.

“Consider it done,” Steve says. “I’ll mobilise my guy, extract what intel we can – we’ll meet again in a couple’a days. Romanoff can send you the coordinates for where.”

“Your help is much appreciated, Captain,” Loki says, as he rises smoothly.

“Nat, show him out, would you?” Steve calls.

Natasha nods as she pulls the door open and gestures for Loki to walk ahead. “Have fun, boys,” she says, winking cheekily as she closes the door behind her.

Left alone, with his business finally done for the day, Steve can finally devote all of his focus to his sweet boy, who has been so good for him. Steve wraps his free hand around Bucky’s neck possessively, fingers pressing over his collar. Bucky’s breath hitches in response.

“You’ve been such a good little cock warmer for me, darling boy,” Steve whispers, as he traces his lips over Bucky’s shoulder. “So patient, listenin’ to my instructions. M’so proud of you.”

“D-do I get a reward, sir?” Bucky asks breathily.

Steve chuckles darkly, turning to catch Bucky’s earlobe between his teeth. “You’ll be gettin’ lots of treats from me tonight, my sweet one.”

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Organising Squats

I’ve posted a few times recently about picking up some old Citadel Squat miniatures. I don’t really have an excuse aside from ‘I always really liked them’ and ‘money is overrated’. Once I decide on a colour scheme and a basing style, I’ll paint up a small squad for Necromunda, but I do have an eye to expanding to something approaching an army.

The problem is that the Squats haven’t had an army list since the initial release of second edition Warhammer 40,000 in the 1990s, and even then it was a small, colourless list. It was enough to spark my affection, even though the models were already unavailable in stores by 1997, but a handful of 5-model squads and some bikes isn’t really the sort of thing I want to focus my collecting around.

1989′s Compendium, on the other hand, has a beautiful Brotherhood army list, for the Squat Homeworlds. It features robots, bikes, Exo-Armour Hearthguard and some unusual squad alignments. Plus, you know, it’s the only Squat-only army list out there. It’s a good place to start!

1988′s Book of the Astronomican, on the other other hand, contains no less than five army lists, including the first proper Space Marine army list (for the Whitescars chapter and they are weird) - and three of these lists feature Squats.

Finally, we can consider what Squats could counts-as in eighth edition Warhammer 40K. People use Space Marines, Mechanicus, or Imperial Guard. For my collection, focusing on Paul Bonner-style quilted jackets and sturdy gear, Imperial Guard are probably going to be the best choice for my infantry squats. Robots and bikes are a different problem.

There is also the Horus Heresy list, where one can get apply Survivors of the Dark Age and Abhuman Helots to the Imperial Militia lists, so that’s something to consider.

But first, let’s go back in time to 1988. I was a toddler, half of you Tumblr kids weren’t even born yet....

Hylgar’s Hell-Raisers is the first Imperial Army list. It has some similarities to the modern Astra Militarum - there are humans in it, and lasguns. Importantly, it offers several Squat options:

The only Squat character, the Sergeant-Major is equipped a little oddly - he has what is a special weapon in 8th-edition terms! He also has no other options, a feature of the early lists.

Character: Plasma, sword, bolt pistol, mesh/flak armour.

The basic squads, these lads are also a little different from modern squads, but broadly similar: 10 soldiers, lasguns and a special weapon (in this case a flamer) or a heavy weapon (heavy bolter). The part that takes some getting used to is how the squads have either a flamer or a heavy bolter, rather than the ‘one special, one heavy’ that is common across nearly every modern 40K list.

For some reason the Striker Squads have mesh instead of flak armour, but as long as you make it clear to your opponent, I can’t see the modelling making much difference.

Infantry Squads: 10 men with lasguns, a sergeant. Tactical squads have a flamer; Striker squads have a heavy bolter. Tactical sergeants have a laspistol; Striker squads a lasgun.

A squad of characters! Well, minor ones, anyway. This looks more like what we’re used to in contemporary 40K - a squad of 10 bolters, with one special (flamer) and one heavy (missile launcher), along with a sergeant with a pistol and a nasty melee weapon. A hand flamer is pretty unusual though!

Infantry squad: 10 men with bolters, one flamer, one missile launcher. Sergeant has a hand flamer and power glove/fist.

Finally, we have an assault squad. Again we have the mesh armour, but the main thing here is that everyone has laspistols, with one special weapon (another flamer) and one sergeant with a power glove again.

Infantry squad: 10 men with laspistols and knives, one flamer. Sergeant has a pistol and power glove.

So for the Imperial Army squats, this can be broken down as:

Officer with plasma gun

10-man squads

9 Lasguns, bolters, (las)pistols

One flamer/squad max

One heavy bolter OR missile launcher/squad max

If bolter troopers, then missile launcher AND flamer.

Sergeants either lasgun OR chainsword OR power glove (maybe also hand flamer(!))

The notable thing here is that other special or heavy weapons are notably absent, except for one officer (well, non-com) who has a plasma gun.

This is all a little strange, and makes it a bit hard to match this with both non-Citadel Space Dwarfs, who usually offer 10-man squads with a heavy and a special weapon, and the Citadel range, which has a number of various heavy and special weapons within. Modern lists don’t make taking heavy/special weapons compulsory, so I guess that would be fine..? Onwards!

The next list is for a Rogue Trader’s company. It’s a mixed-arms list, consisting largely of Marines, with a healthy dose of other Imperial forces, including Guardsmen, Astropaths, and our Squat friends.

No characters this time - there are no ranking Squats among Borodin’s forces. The Tactical squad is identical to that in the Imperial Army, except that we have some upgrade options now - we can give them chainswords (but not lose their lasguns) and give the sergeant a plasma pistol. This is called a Close Assault squad, but bears little resemblance to the Assault squads of the Imperial army - I suppose Borodin has more money than the average Marnier Militaris.

Infantry squad: 10 men with lasguns, a flamer, a sergeant with a laspistol.

Infantry squad: 10 men with lasguns, chainswords, a flamer, sergeant with a plasma pistol.

These are basically identical to the Imperial Army Guard squads, with the addition of further equipment rather beyond what I’m worried about. Most Squats have visors - I guess these ones can be photochromatic if they want.

Infantry squad: 10 men with bolters, one flamer, one missile launcher. Sergeant has a hand flamer and power glove/fist.

So much for Squats in a Rogue Trader fleet. I suppose with all those marines around, Borodin can’t hire on many abhumans. These look like:

10-man squads

Lasguns or bolters.

Can have chainswords for lasgun squads.

One flamer/squad max

If troopers have bolters, also a missile launcher.

Sergeants have laspistol - can add chainsword & plasma pistol OR if troopers are bolters, power glove and hand flamer.

Other special or heavy weapons are totally absent.

This is even more strange, although I at least know which model they wanted for the Champion-Sergeant, as I have him on my desk. He definitely has a hand flamer and power glove!

At any rate, next up we have pirates...

This is where the Squats really shine in the Book. We have several characters and squad types.

A character! Another plasma gun! This time also with a power glove. I have no idea what model they intended him to be for, and somewhat suspect they meant plasma pistol, given the illustration there.

Character: Plasma gun (pistol?), sword, bolt pistol, mesh/flak armour, power glove.

More characters! This time one is compulsory - you want to be space pirates, you gotta bring some space dwarfs. Again, they have a special weapon! What the heck!

Character/s: Bolt gun/pistol, chainsword, flamer.

Only the one squad (although again, they’re compulsory!), probably because the pirate list also has a lot of pirate Eldar and regular ol’ Humans and so doesn’t lack for variety. Plus, this has loads of weird options, but first let’s look at the basics...

..which involves splitting the squad between autoguns and bolters. This is the first time we’ve seen Squats with autoguns, although there were four in the Citadel range and they are common among other companies. So we have eight riflemen, split between autoguns and bolters, one heavy bolter, and a sergeant with a chainsword, bolt pistol, and... flamer.

It’s certainly a very characterful squad, representing well the scarce resources and motley nature of a bunch of pirates, but it’s also weird. What are those options in the sidebar?

Oh, yes, another Close Assault deal, where everyone gets chainswords and the sergeant gets a plasma pistol (so he has two pistols, a chainsword, a flamer, and a partridge in a pear tree). That’s fine, even if I don’t think any of the Citadel range has plasma pistols. What’s the other option?

Oh, cool, power boards. what the actual fuck

Sure, they existed in the Rogue Trader material and are incredibly cool, but there are absolutely no miniatures for them. Which is an absolute shame and I now want a recce squad of space dwarf rascals on hover boards because read that sentence again and then you should know why.

Infantry squad: 4 men with autoguns, 4 men with bolters, a heavy bolter, a sergeant with a flamer, bolt pistol, chainsword. MAY TAKE HOVER BOARDS!!!

Infantry squad: 4 men with autoguns, 4 men with bolters (all with chainswords), a heavy bolter, a sergeant with a flamer, bolt pistol, chainsword, plasma pistol.

Despite the weirdness of the hover boards (!), this is basically more of the same from the Imperial Army and Rogue Trader lists:

Officer with plasma gun and power glove

1-3 Officers with flamers.

10-man squad

4 autoguns & 4 bolters

May add chainswords or hoverboards.

One heavy bolter

Sergeants have bolt pistol, chainsword, flamer. If the squad has chainswords, he gets a plasma pistol.

Overall, the Astronomican lists treat squats in much the same way across the board: ten-man squads, with an emphasis on single-man special weapon additions, nearly always a flamer. Elite squads have bolters. Assualt squads have chainswords. Some squads have heavier weapons. Pirates are a bit weirder, including the only autogun unit. [Autoguns and lasguns were similar weapons (and, since 3rd edition, have been basically identical). Most squat riflemen models have lasguns, so this is a bit academic.]

So, let us travel forward in time to 1989, and see what Squats doing it for themselves might look like....

I find this army list a bit annoying, actually. The background material is great, and it features a lot of truly excellent artwork (a lot by Paul Bonner), but list design has definitely improved over the last twenty-nine years. Ansell, Stillman, and Davis wrote a list with very few characters and an excessive amount of minimum units. The most egregious of this, for my money, is that you only get one Guildmaster if you take seven guild bikers - and even Engineers Guild lists only get the one, and they have to take fourteen. You should be able to have a couple lower-ranked engineers running about for the robots, am I right?

Anyway. That’s a problem for some other time. Nobody is going to hold me to any rules or regulations when it comes to an army which nobody plays with using these ancient rules, anyhow. This is just a guideline for me to have something to hang a collection on.

And we’re only looking at infantry, anyway. For the infantry, you must take a Warlord, and then 3-4 Combat Squads...

First off is the Warlord, who has four hearthguard bodyguards. This is pretty interesting, as they have carapace armour as a default and can take all kinds of weird, mostly invisible to WYSIWYG, wargear (anti-plant grenades indeed). The Hearthguard themselves get to roll on the equipment charts, which a modern collector can use to justify whatever armament they like. Which is what I intend to do.

The alternatives are threefold, for the Citadel range: the original Hearthguard models, which had plastic arms - that is, you can model whatever armament you like, or roll up if you prefer. Alternatively, you can get yourself a squad in Exo-Armour, or mount ‘em all on bikes.

My intention is definitely to eventually get a squad of exo-armour. I’m lukewarm on the Hearthguard catapace armour - it’s a bit too fantasy dwarf, and not enough ‘rugged miners’ for my taste. Exo-armour fetches a pretty penny on the second-hand market, so I’m definitely in no hurry on this front.... unless someone wants to give me a very early Christmas present? No?

Character & 4 Elite: Very flexible. If you don’t mind the armour not necessarily being ‘carapace-y’, it’s do as thou wilt.

Woof, look at those options.It looks weird, but most of it is grenades. Things to note:

8-man squads. This is very unusual for Warhammer 40K, which uses 10-20-man squads for even alien species. I think even the Tau have moved to 10-man units, although they don’t have base-10 mathematics.

Lasguns as the default, although they can be swapped for bolters.

Gunslingers everywhere. While a very cool look, I think I want to be a bit more uniform. It’s a good look for sergeants, though.

Everyone can have a heavy bolter(!). This is a long way from the limited heavy weapon selection of the pirates, army, and rogue trader Squats!

One other heavy weapon per squad, with a wide selection.

No ‘special’ weapons, aside from grenade launchers - no plasma guns, melta guns, or flamers.

Leaders have a very broad range of options, but it basically boils down to ‘a different pistol’, ‘a shotgun’, ‘a combi-weapon’ or ‘a melee weapon’, although I guess you could go with a power sword and a regular sword, if you wanted.

In terms of army design, having an army where the basic infantry unit can be equipped entirely with heavy weapons is an interesting one. I kind of like it. It has a great synergy with their low movement of 3 and works in terms of giving a feeling of grouchy, dug-in warriors.

In a modern list, this would never do - heavy bolter squads would be a Heavy Support choice, but with the way 8th edition detachments work, this wouldn’t necessarily prevent a player with an extensive heavy bolter Squat army from being able to play.

For me, I think I’ll have mostly or entirely riflemen squads, but it could be interesting to have one or two heavy bolter squads.

Putting aside the heavy bolter legion issue for a moment, 8-man squads would immediately mark the Squat army from being different from Imperial Guard or Space Marines. In gaming terms, you have a lower ‘trooper-tax’ for your special/heavy choices, allowing a more MSU approach to your army. In aesthetic terms, it helps reinforce the idea that Squats are fewer, but tougher, than their true human cousins. I really like this idea.

In 2nd edition, incidentally, the regular Squat squads were reduced in scope considerably, to 5-man teams, either Warrior Squads (lasguns and one special/heavy), Attack Squads (bolt pistols & axes, choose from the assault list, one special), or Thunderer Squads (lasguns, but everyone gets a special or a heavy - this is your all-heavy bolter squad).

This was the gap-filler ‘Codex Army Lists’ list, which wasn’t intended to be permanent, but it’s also a little bland to be basing my collecting around. I’m not collecting a weird, antique, 30-year dead army of old lead in order to paint generic 5-man squads! I want recce teams of hoverboards and cigar-chomping bearded miners with bionic hands!

Sergeant with power glove and rifle, Theoc Miniatures. Sculpted and painted by Chris Nicholls.

Having written all this out, I’m still no closer to figuring out what I want to do to organise my collecting strategy. I’m leaning toward the unusual 8-man Combat Squads of the Brotherhood, with a single heavy weapon each - or a heavy weapon and a heavy bolter - and maybe a handful of special weapons as a Hearthguard.

..but then I do want an exo-armour Hearthguard squad, so maybe I could get 6 Combat Squads in total and keep a few flamer-armed chaps around for some space pirates. Maybe some extra riflemen if I use the army as counts-as Imperial Guard. After all, exo-armour can be counts-as Terminator armour, and the new detachments allow a lot of flexibility in that area, especially if bikers count as Marine Scouts.

oh no

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