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I trust you not to drain me
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âI trust you not to drain me.â
Darcy grinned, her fangs clicking down as she ran her fingertips over Steveâs throat. Â She could feel his lifeforce, thudding away beneath the surface. âWhy?â she asked, her mouth salivating at the thought of sinking her teeth into Steve Rogersâ throat.
âBecause. Youâre too nice to drain me,â he countered, smirking a little.
âDude. I am a vampire. Nice is not a verb Iâve heard used concerning me.â
âNo, but you are. Â You havenât bitten anyone weâve worked with, for one.â
âCould be merely self-preservation,â she offered.
âYeah, but you can hypnotize people, right? You could have made them forget.â
âI could have done that with you. Made you into my ghoul and you wouldnât know the difference.â
Steve shook his head. âNah. Youâre big on getting permission. Because when you were made, it was against your will.â
Darcy nodded, looking down. âAm I that transparent?â
âNo,â Steve replied. âYouâre not. I just know what to look for.â Â He tilted his head. âSo bite me, I know you want to.â
âOh, want doesnât begin to cover it,â she quipped, climbing into his lap and nuzzling against his throat.
She liked to slip her fangs in without the person even realizing. And this time was no different. They was in and out before Steve even finished talking.
He grunted when she sat up, licking her lips. Â He reached for his throat and gasped. âI didnât even feel it.â
Four word prompts, "is that my shirt?" And for biospecialist if you are taking pairings, anyone that suits your fancy if not!
This prompt is suuuuuuuuuper old, but for week forty seven I have slapped an ending on the drabble I started in response to it however long ago. I hope you (and every one else!) enjoy! <3 <3
When the barrier clears to reveal Simmons standing on the otherside, Grantâs ready to inform herâjust like he has every other visitorâthat heâs only gonna talk to Skye.
Before he can do more than open his mouth, though, he gets verydistracted. âIs that my shirt?â
Simmons scoffs. âDonât be ridicuâŚâ
As she speaks, sheâs glancing down at herself. The horror on herface when she realizes that yeah, that grey Henley is one hundred percent his,is priceless. She pinches a bit of the fabric beneath the collar and pulls itaway from her skin, face twisted in disgust like sheâs thinking about takingthe shirt off here and now.
Rudeâbut also tempting.
Still, as nice a sight as Simmons in her bra would probably be,Grantâs riding a nine-month-long dry spell here. The last thing he needs is more sexual frustration, whichâas heseriously doubts sheâd let him do any touchingâis all that could end in.
A distraction is in order. Except he also really wants answers. SoâŚ
âWhy are you wearing my shirt?â he asks.
For a second, she turns that disgusted frown on him. Then shepointedly returns her attention to the tablet sheâs holding like heâs not evenworth her notice. Something she doesnât wanna admit to him, thenâŚwhich presentssome interesting options.
âItâs okay if itâs because you missed me,â he says, careful tokeep his tone understanding instead of taunting. âI donât mind.â
Actually, itâs a pretty appealing thought. The idea that all thatwork he put into her is still paying off, that even as she hates him sheâslonging for himâŚthe image of her sneaking into his bunk to steal a few of hisshirts, hating herself even as shetakes them back to her roomâŚ
Hell, the image of her curled in her bed, wearing his shirt andnothing else. Touching herself, thinking about him, fucking her fingers andpretending theyâre hisâ
Fuck. So much for avoiding sexual frustration.
âIâve missed you, too,â he adds, ripping his mind away from thatvery appealing scenario.
Simmons turns her nose up at him.
âNo one misses you, you berk,â she claims. The disdain in hervoice might be convincing, but her white-knuckled grip on that tablet saysotherwise. âThis was just an accident.â
âYouâŚaccidentally took a shirt from my bunk instead of yours?â heasks. He pulls on his cover just a tiny bit to give her a teasing kind of smileâanAgent Grant Ward look that invites her to laugh at her own terrible lie.
Back on that Bus, this smile got her to confess to a lot of thingsâeverythingfrom a soon-to-be-dead enemy goon hitting her mid-mission to that time she andSkye snuck away in the middle of the night to get milkshakes.
Here and now, it only gets him an impatient frown.
âIf you really must know,â she says sharply, âall of your thingswere moved to storage shortly after we settled into this base. I must havegrabbed one of your boxes by mistake when I retrieved my own last night.â
âŚOkay. Grantâs things being in storage, he getsâheâs a prisonerafter all. But⌠âWhy were your things in storage?â
âNone of your business,â she says, and hits the screen of hertablet rather forcefully. âI have questions aboutââ
âIâm sorry,â he interrupts. âI donât know if Coulson told you, butIâm only speaking to Skye.â
Slowly and with a great deal of visible irritation, Simmons liftsher eyes to meet his. âWeâve been speakingfor several minutes now.â
âWe have,â he agrees. âBut anything else, Iâll only say to Skye.Sorry.â
Grant has to hand it to herâSimmons is beyond stubborn. UnlikeCoulson, whoâs never lasted more than five minutes, she actually keeps talkingat him for another thirty before finally throwing her hands up and leaving indisgust.
If it were Coulson, heâdprobably be annoyed, but as itâs Simmons? Those thirty minutes give him plentyof time to memorize the whole sceneâthe way his shirt hangs off her curves, thev above the button framing her cleavage, the sleeves she has to keep shovingback up as they fall past her knucklesâŚ
Heâs not gonna lie, Simmons looks damn hot in his shirt.
In all honesty, thereâs no avoiding sexual frustration after allthese months heâs spent locked in a hole in the ground cell. And since heâsgonna be frustrated either way, thereâs really no point in denying himselffantasies, is there?
So once Simmons finally gives up, Grant retreats to his bed andsettles in for some good old fashioned day-dreaming. Sheâs just offered him awhole new class of things to think about, after allâitâd be rude to ignore it.
First up on the roster: how Simmons mightâve tried to get someanswers out of him if she were a little more desperate. Now thatâs the stuff dreams (and porn) aremade of.
For the WIP meme ask thing, even though I really would like to learn about ALL the things, I made myself choose JUST ONE to ask about. So, without further ado... Biospec rockband it is!
Alright, so first off, this is a half published work...which I suspect you know. But I have also had a devil of a time figuring out wtf to do with the second part so...the snippet Iâm going to show you...I make no promise that it will actually be in the finished product, okay? BUT IT MIGHT BE. I just donât know anymore.Â
He feels more sorry for Jemma Simmons though â he can see how strained her smile is starting to look in interviews. It doesnât help that her image â the image of her whole band â is just a lot more wholesome than his own.
And it probably doesnât help when he gets in a fight over her.Â
Itâs not his first fight, not even his first fight defending a girl band and it probably wonât be the last â cheerfully it goes with his punk image and his bandmates support that sort of violent self-destructive behavior â but itâs the most widely publicized fight theyâve ever had, even counting when heâd just broken free of John and was trying to f with the whole world â even counting the time he was arrested.
Agents of SOS are definitely more popular than the Spliterbombs, and apparently Jemma Simmons dating is a big deal to a lot of people.Â
But heâs pretty sure it has to blow over eventually. Theyâve literally never spoken and havenât been seen in even the same area since the first collision.
But it doesnât die down.Â
Heâs deciding if thereâs a right way to contact someone and offer to have a public breakup for a nonexistent relationship when he gets a message from her via his agent from her agent.
thestarfishdancer replied to your post âSo is anyone talking about The Protectorate Archive yet? Honestly I...â
Or maybe the pages just say deleted when they are in construction. "Good fic for good people" though... WOW. Good luck with that, Karen.
Itâs been deleted and it looks like maybe it was a parody account. Which... Iâm only half-buying, because if you were a pro-shipper or troll, it would actually be MUCH funnier to leave it up until a shit ton of antis had signed up and then change your homepage to some sort of April Fools message.
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The punky colours is a condition, essentially, too. My friend Christina, who has amazing teal hair right now (and has done a slough of colours over the years) recommended it when I was trying to maintain a blue I'd had done in the salon but didn't want to pay salon prices. She's been doing her hair with it for years successfully and her hair is in good shape, which is always good as well.
thatâs awesome! if Iâm decide to do this i need something simple and easy because i am a hot mess and if there is any possible way to mess it up i will find it
Biospecialist and wild if you are still taking happy prompts, please and thank you!
Nausea twistsJemmaâs gut as Deborahâs hand brushes her cheek. She pushes itand the following wave of ice down, determined to keep her composure.
âWe were going toprotect you,â she says, speaking of SHIELDâs efforts to bringDeborah in before Hydra got to her.
âI know,â shesays. Thereâs a simple certainty in the words, a reminder of her power, which sheâs now exerted over Jemma. âBut I donât needprotecting. Iâm free.â
âYouârea slave.â Though itâs exactly what Jemmaâs thinking, she isnâtthe one who says it. Ward sits beside her, close enough she couldsmack him if her arms werenât tied to the chair. Heâs similarlyrestrained but seems far more at ease with their dire circumstances.âHiveâs made you think youâre free so long as you follow himbut thatâs bullshit. Youârejust one of his dogs.â He smirks. âIâm telling the truth.â
Deborahâstaken her own seat facing both of them, though the distance doesnothing to lessen the effects of her powers. âYouâre telling whatyou believe to be the truth,â she says. âThereâs a differencebetween personal truth and actual truth. For instance, my husband was quite truthful when he said he loved me. He just loved sleeping with my best friend more.â
âIâmtelling you the actual truth of my experience. I may not have had abrain full of parasites but Iâve been just where you are.â
âIam one with Hive. You know nothing of our peace.â
Jemmasquirmsânot to escape her bonds, but in revulsion. The eerieexpression on Deborahâs face is one she can only describe asblissful. And thatâs how Daisy feels. Sheâs been swayed by Hivetoo.
âIâmsorry.â The words slip out without her meaning them to. There mustbe a compulsive aspect to Deborahâs powers as well. Thatâsunfortunate, as she was counting on simply keeping her mouth shut toprevent spilling all of SHIELDâs secrets. Sheâll have to findanother way around this.
Deborahâsinky blackeyes land on her. âWhy is that, Jemma?â
The use of her first name startles her, but not so much as to prevent hersaying, âBecause this is my fault. If Iâd only stayed on Maveth,Hive never would have returned.â
âBullshit,âWard says again. Sheâs grateful; his rebuttal draws Deborahâsattention and allows her to break away from her stare. âNone ofthis is your fault. Bad people do bad things, youâre not to blamebecause you survived.â
Thebreath freezes in her lungs. âAre you talking about Hive oryourself?â
Hesmiles tightly. âIâve told you,I dropped the pod to save you-â
Shelaughs. âYou dropped the pod because youâre a coward. You weretoo afraid to do the right thing-â
âBecauseI was brainwashed just the way this bitch is!â
âNo!Because she has a wholenest of parasites preventing her from breaking the chemical cycle ofobedience-reward; youjust didnât want tobreak free.â
âYouthink I didnât break the cycle? You think letting you gowas obedience? John ordered me to kill you both after Fitz tried to murder him. If Iâd wantedto follow through on that, youâd be dead.â
Itâsnothing Jemma hasnât heard before, but with Deborahâs powersstill influencing her, she finds she has nothing to say in response.
âWeâregetting off track,â Deborah says.
Jemmaflinches, but restrains herself from turning to face her. Itâsdoubtful it will make any difference at all, but the prospect ofbeing caught in her gaze again makes her feel physically ill.
Wardseems to be of a similar mind. His lips stretch in a half-smile sheinterprets as saying like it or not, weâre in thistogether.
Theirdetermination irks Deborah and she asks, âWhy wonât you look atme?â in an almost petulant tone.
âThisviewâs better,â Ward says. His response halts Jemmaâs, but itdoesnât stop her nod of agreement.
âReally?I was given to understand you hate each other.â
Jemmawonders what that means, what reason she would have to interrogate them together likethis if that were the case. While sheâs wondering, her mouthanswers. âThat doesnât make him any less attractive.â
Wardâsface lights up and Jemma scrambles to offer some excuse.
âHeâsan utter ass,â she says and smiles to herself. That, at least, is100% truthful. âWhich makes how very handsome he is all the worse.â
Shescowls. That wasnât the defense sheâd hoped it would be.
âAw,Simmons,â Ward says, âyou still like me?â
âIhate you,â she says immediately.
âNotwhat I asked. Youâve still got that little crush on me, donâtyou? Iâm flattered, really.â
Justa few months ago she told Coulson that she had, pasttense, a crush on Ward, that she flirted and giggled like aschoolgirl and gloried in every ounce of attention he tossed her way.She opens her mouth repeat it nowâhopefully sans the embarrassingadmissions about how hard she was crushing on himâbut the wordswonât come. She would die before she flirted with him again andsheâd never giggle or preen under his attentions, but withDeborahâs powers flowing through her, demanding honesty even withinher own mind, she canât deny that she still wants him.
âPhysically,âshe grunts, forcing the word out. âYou are physicallyattractive. Everything else about you is-â
Hewatches her closely, waiting with a gleeful smile for words she canâtsay.
Shehates him. She just said it so it must be true. But she canât denythat this whole head of Hydra persona heâs adoptedâwhilecompletely evilâisdangerously attractive. She refuses to think of one particular dreamshe had weeks ago in which, rather than leave her interrogation toMalick and Giyera, he handled it himself with much more pleasurableresults. But she canât deny that sheâs thought of it more thanonce since.
âSame,âWard says and she enjoys a brief view of his surprise before he locksit away. âOn the Bus you were cute, like a girl. But when you wentafter Malick, I couldâve sworn you were gonna go for his throatwith your teeth. Whatever that planet did to you, I like this wildSimmons that it sent back. Sheâs hot.â
Jemmahas no idea what to do with that information or with the warmth that fillsher chest, so like the happiness she used to feel on the Bus wheneverhe smiled at her.
âAsedifying as all of this is,â Deborah says, causing them both tostiffen, âwe do have a purpose here.â She comes forward and laysher hands over theirs on the arms of the chairs. That nauseating coldsweeps through Jemma again, only this time she realizes itâs notthat her body wants to expel her last meal, it wants to expel hersecrets. Every last one until thereâs nothing left and maybe then,when sheâs empty of all those burdens, this ache will finally leave her. âHivewants to know what the unbelievers are planning.â
âSorry,âWard says. Struggling as she is, Jemma canât see him, but she cantell heâs gritting his teeth against the same pain she feels. âButHiveâs gonna be disappointed.â
Deborahgasps and her hand lifts away. Jemma just manages to look up in timeto see Ward break the womanâs larynx before catching her in achokehold. Her face turns red before deepening to adangerous purple. Jemma tried to save her from Hive, forced herself toset aside her grief over Will and reenter the field for just thatpurpose.
âIâmnot sorry,â she says just as Deborahâs eyes roll back in her head andWard finally drops her to the floor.
Hedoesnât hesitate to step over her and begin undoing Jemmaâs restraints with a knife he produces from who-knows-where. âSee,that? That is what Iâm talking about. Hot.â
âIstill hate you.â It feels good to say it, to remind herself of thetruth of it.
âYeah,â he agrees. Her wrists free, he drags her up, pulls her flush against him. âWhenweâre out of here, how would you like to show me exactly how much?â
Shecan feel his heart pounding, the heat of every inch of him pressedagainst her. She should push him away, call him a bastard, and getstarted pretending none of this ever happened. But it seems Deborahâseffects do not cease just because sheâs lost consciousness and shecan only answer honestly. âIâd like that. Very much.â
thestarfishdancer mentioned you on a post âAnyone interested in being a guest writer?â
I've got the Jemma/Bucky one for you, @ozhawkauthorâ! I don't mind picking up more when they are characters I feel I can actually write. Goal for me is going to be to get comfortable with a few more voices so I can help more often.
I put your name on it, hon!
Just woke up and I have a ton of volunteering messages, going to go through and assign stuff now :D