#if someone doesn’t like your team for whatever reason just leave them alone

[blkwag]

whether or not people have a reason to not like argentina, the fans are still going to be upset. whatever reason someone has (ex: they don’t like x player, the racism from their fans, the country’s history, etc.) it’s going to trigger their fans. whether someone just simply doesn’t like the team, that’s an issue too. and then the fans wonder why people don’t like the team or them (the fans) like you guys get triggered regardless

and then (on this hellsite), you jump into people’s inbox (anonymously btw) and write a thesis to someone who doesn’t like the team or the “dios” of the team. just leave people alone

[diejager]

Ok but like what about Wendigo reader? Maybe the team knows she's not exactly human but maybe in her file it just marked n/a and leaves it at that so they just assume that their sweet little medic is just a helpful spirit of some kind. Humans tend to give her a very wide birth since they seem to notice her as something they should leave the fuck alone, the boys just assume it's because of them always being near her and leave it at that. Till they're all on a mission and it all goes to shit, they're pinned down and then one of them ends up taking a bullet and reader just straight up fuckin losses it and next thing they know their is a 10 ft tall fuckin deer monster shredding bitches like their made of PAPER MACHE and EATING THEM, once the dust settles it moves towards them and slowly it shifts into their sweet medic but she is covered in blood and she just casually starts treating their wounds and the team is just like "Well mark me down as scared and horny" (if this makes no sense feel free to ignore)

Stag

Pairing: Monster 141 + Horangi & König x Wendigo!reader

Cw: cannibalism, human eating, greed, blood, canon-typical violence, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 2k (A/N): I felt a bit burnt out so I’m sorry if it’s bad, I reread it just in case, but it still feels bad.

They say that human greed is the source of evil, the all-consuming hunger for more —more than they need. Hunger drives humans to do the unspeakable, to break the line humanity had drawn and commit the taboo. Despite it being carved so deeply into the human psyche, passed down from generation to generation and the propaganda of humanism and equality, it doesn’t take much to make someone tip over, cross the edge nobody dared to and perform the unspeakable. Possession causes needs and needs cause greed.

That’s why people called to him for help, to carry out a clandestine mission to do their dirty work, his duty was to stop whatever men in power started, whatever men in power lost control —he was the one sent when they were scared. Fear was as coercive as power was. That was the reason Task Force 141 was first founded, to stop dangerous men like Hassan (Gaz remembered hearing from Soap that Ghost shot Hassan through the head, straight through him before he slumped down.) and Makarov, a man they were still searching for while signing a liaison contract with KorTac. Price, with Laswell’s help, managed to put the best of the best together: a wraith, a werewolf, a dragon, a harpy, a nagual and a cadejos vessel, all decorated with various medals for their work, and then there was you.

You were a mystery, even to Price who usually had clearance for anyone who joined them. Gaz knew, from a single glance, that you were far from human, you were a monster like Ghost was, turned after an occasion, or a hybrid like him. Surprisingly, Ghost seemed to welcome you warmly, albeit standoffish, having worked with you in the past, seeing that you both preferred working alone. Gaz wanted to show you the same heartwarming welcome as Ghost had, but there was something about you, an uneasiness he felt when he was around you. The others felt it as well, the innate need to keep their distance from you and the instinctual fear that had the hairs on their arms raised. Gaz could feel your eyes whenever you stared at him, like the eyes of a predator stalking its prey —it made him feel perturbed.   

You seemed so human, yet so inhuman-like, your dull, thousand-yard stare, your inability to feel temperature (either cold or warm, you always wore the same clothes), your odd habits and your unusual calmness in every situation. Gaz had caught you staring at a private for much longer than what people considered normal, eyes glazed over and dilated as if you were seeing something else, daydreaming while being aware of your surroundings. Those were your moments, you were usually bubbly, always smiling at him whenever his eyes met yours or treating him with gentleness and always eager to help him. You had a softness to your being despite the eerie feel to you and your unique tendencies, you didn’t discriminate, nor did you show an ounce of hate towards hybrids and humans, treating everyone fairly. 

Although you tried to fit in as best as you could, there were things that Gaz and the others just couldn’t shake off without questioning things. There was the lingering scent of blood on you, a metallic tang that stuck on his tongue after you walked by. König and Soap had confessed that they had a feeling that blood was a part of your scent, unwashable and impossible to hide, it clung to you like a second skin. They chalked it up to you being the Task Force’s medic, having brought people back from the brink of death and stitching men back together, you were practically bathed in the smell of blood and death every day. 

Another thought was that they never saw you in the Mess hall for food, perhaps a cup of tea or a hot mug of coffee to boost you through a long shift in the infirmary as the base’s main medic if you weren’t deployed with them. Gaz never saw you eat, not once had he seen you hold a plate or bowl with substance for yourself. You would bring either of them a plate, caring for them whenever they were under your watch, giving them soup or anything that they could easily digest. 

Gaz, Soap, Rudy and Horangi would chatter about you, throwing speculations on your breed, to see what hybrid or monster fit all your characteristics. You couldn’t be a wraith, your hands weren’t painted with death, a dark miasma that clung to you. You weren’t a werewolf, Soap would know, wolves were able to smell and recognize each other, it was an instinctual aspect of him. You weren’t any shifting hybrid either, there would be signs, little cues if you were one, and your classification wouldn’t be classified, painted over with a red line. 

All they could was wonder and amble around with curiosity dripping from their tongues. Gaz was sure that he’d find out soon enough, whether it was an accident or your choice.

This wasn’t what Gaz meant by eventually, he didn’t mean being set up by Konni, a trap planted for them in the small Belgium town. It was the best set to box them in, a broken and ransacked ghost town that people fled from, walls greyed and cracked, the paint peeling off street lights and rusted metal poles, lost, forgotten and open. There didn’t have any cover, even if they ran and hid behind the crumbling walls, Konni had them surrounded on every end, concealed behind concrete walls and using the shadows to hide from sight. 

It was chaotic, Konni had pushed them into an open area of the town, the centrepiece of it with a dilapidated, Greek fountain, chipped on the sides and green with mould, Gaz would’ve admired the architecture and the beauty it must’ve been in the past when it was still being cared for. They were backed up in a corner, Gaz couldn’t even stretch his wings out with how tightly they were packed together, the uncomfortable pull of his trapezius and the strain in his limbs kept him grounded. The tension was thick, palpable, Gaz could taste it in the air as much as anyone could, their shoulders tense, fingers tapping the trigger of their rifles. All they could do was wait for Konni to act first, to see where they would appear from and work their way out of this open area from there. 

He had his back towards you, he couldn’t see you but he could feel you shake. It might’ve been from the adrenaline pumping through your veins or the nerve of being lied to, of falling into a trap when Ghost had voiced his suspicions about the lack of clearer intel. They were paying for their amateurism. He felt you shudder, breath stuttering, near panting with exhaustion. Gaz wanted to turn to you, words soothing your nerves and twitchy appearance, he acted letting drown in your mind, whatever it was, he hated it. His finger twitched on the trigger, jolting at the sudden crack of bones, an ugly and painful sound that made him wince. It shocked everyone, even the ever so silent and stoic Ghost who had a hard time hearing these cracks coming from you.

Damn this mission; damn the trap; damn this situation, Gaz needed to look at you, to see why your bones were breaking and limbs rattling. Instinctively, his wings shifted to cover you, the ends widening to cover your sides to protect you from whatever pained you, yet you didn’t let out a single squeak, no moan of pain or the grunt of suffering, you were silent. A part of his mind nagged at him to move, he could fly and try to outrun Konni mercenaries to find a way out, but then he’d leave your back open. He cursed lowly, teeth sinking into his lower lip in frustration, he was-

A loud screech thundered through the air, and screams and squelches followed it. You were missing. 

You were shaking just a second ago, body wracked with some unknown ailment and the next, you were missing, your sack, attire, rifle and helmet were scattered on the ground, with a bony creature tearing through Konni ranks. The hair on his neck rose, an uneasy feeling overtaking him as he watched the creature rip men in half, tines stabbing through their torso like a buck fighting another, head lowered and antlers pointed forward. He watched the tall and thin monster move around, its face was one of a deer’s skull, eaten clean of skin and flesh, any muscle or fibre gone with whatever transformation it took. A crown of antler adorned its head, tall and imposing, as pale as its skull, a coat of black fur was wrapped around the neck, draping down the back like a ridge of fur. 

“Fuck,” Gaz hissed, his body moving along the chaos the being created and your disappearance, he aimed his rifle and shot at the Russians who ran out of their hiding, fearful of the monster’s sudden arrival behind their ranks. “Captain! Is that-?”

“Don’t know anymore!” Price seemed to be as lost as Gaz was, reining in his confusion to focus on taking Konni out. “Keep your head in the game, Gaz; ask questions later.”

Gaz knew Price was right, the town was brimming with Russian ultranationalists, hiding and waiting for their time to jump at them. The situation was still chaotic, but it was better than being without cover. Gaz followed Horangi behind a wall, watching his back while they worked through the humans.

Somehow, Konni either retreated or were all dead, swallowed down by the beast that stood before them. Now that Gaz was standing so close to it - to you, after a few minutes of talking back and forth, they concluded that this was you from the pants that hung from your slim hips - he could see that the deer skull was just a mask covering your face, black and unidentifiable with those bright, gleaming eyes that stared down at him. Despite your curved back, bent to look at them, you towered over everyone, even König seemed small beside you, limbs almost as long as you, fingers tipped with blood that you were still licking off, a long tongue wrapped around your digit to clean yourself from blood, muscle and guts. 

You were casually cleaning yourself up like a cat washing, even in the aircraft, you were gorging on the body of a man you picked up, jaw opening to show them the dozen of teeth before you clamped down on the forearm, tearing into the muscle with famished intent. None of them could take their eyes off you, their sweet, smiley medic who sometimes had their moments, devouring a man without batting an eye, obliviously uncaring of their staring. Gaz wasn’t sure if he knew how he felt, a warmth building up in his chest, a heat that seared into the fibres of his beings like an infectious thing. All they did was watch you eat, no one speaking until you finished your meal.

“Mind tell us what happened, Hunter?” 

You perked up, blinking at Price owlishly, tongue lolling out to lick up the stray drop of blood that stuck on your skull’s teeth. Your chest rumbled, a soft growl rolling off your body while you tilted your head, you acted so much like a feline, grooming, reacting and moving like a curious cat, dangerous, yet so appealing. 

“Wendigo,” you rasped, voice breathy and weak, you spoke in broken English, unable to speak fluently after turning, “Curse, eat human.”

Your little mannerism, the small tilt of your head and your fumbling hands, seemingly embarrassed or ashamed after your show of ruthless hunger and savagery was… eye-opening. Something stewed inside him, your being creating a ripple in his heart, pulling at the hunger in the depth of his gut. He was torn by the fear of having you as the potential enemy and the arousal of seeing you break men in half, painting the ground in crimson and guts, and satiating your hunger - craving - with human and monster flesh. 

Gaz was fucked, both in the head and the situation. 

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agent!harry x agent!fmc

the one where grace meets someone, harry gets jealous (again), and something unexpected is confessed. // little bunny part 4

write this and i don’t really like it but it’s set up for the next part so WHATEVER IDC 😭🤣 if it doesn’t make sense just…ignore it please 😭 i know it’s almost midnight and that means this probably won’t get seen but it’s HERE NOW.

little bunny masterlist

wc: 3.4k

tw: jealous!harry (briefly), phone sex, masturbation. (think that’s all.)

halley’s comet

To Grace, her worst personality trait was that she’s always been afraid of love. In middle school, a boy she couldn’t even remember the name of confessed his crush on her as she sat alone in the lunch room with her nose in a book, and a spark of hope twinkled in her eyes and her 13-year-old mind going haywire as she watched the blonde haired boy smile at her. Then he turned his head to look back at his friends, her eyes followed his and they were laughing. She never forgot the feeling of the stain of embarrassment marking her cheeks, or the single tear that fell onto the page she was reading when he turned and walked away.

Then, in high school, she had her first “real” boyfriend, Jake. For some reason or other, he had been pining after her and she couldn’t make sense of why the captain of the boys basketball team wanted anything to do with the quiet and reserved girl who only took advanced classes and spent her free time with her nose in the pages of a good book. He followed her like a lost puppy after one tutoring session with her, driving her around in his truck on backroads through the little town in Tennessee where they resided. She gave him everything, in every sense, and after he got it he left her high and dry. She still remembers the way the stars shined in the sky that night. It was just a blip in Jake’s timeline, but felt like a goddamned gorge in hers. As a girl, you never forget your first time…and he played her up so nicely. Being gentle with her, brushing the strands of hair from her lips, the kisses he left just behind her ear when she turned her head to the side. She didn’t leave her bed for weeks. She swore off love after that. It was real to her, even if it wasn’t to him.

Then came Harry, and to her, he was just like the rest of them, and she refused to let him get to her…keeping him at arms length even though she was insanely drawn to him. Then one day, she didn’t look at him like the rest of them. She knew in the back of her mind that sleeping with him would fuck with her head. They didn’t get along unless they’re fucking, and that can’t be healthy. Was it because they really didn’t like each other, or some other reason? She’s too selfish to give him up though, even if he might not want her that way, a relationship might be too much commitment for him but they didn’t talk about it. She had a feeling they never would. She pulls her coat tighter around her, snowflakes falling around her and her breath clouds in front of her. Her mind spins and she doesn’t pay attention as she looks towards the ground, running right into someone walking out of the building she was heading into.

“Oh my gosh. I am so sorry.” She looks up to a man she’s never seen around before, his eyes an icy blue that contrasts the green she’s been seeing in her daydreams.

“Not a problem. I wasn’t paying attention…entirely my fault. Apologies.” He smiles at her softly, an expression she mirrors back to him.

“No…I wasn’t either, it’s okay.” She blows a breath, a cloud forming in the cold air between them, and his smile widens. “Sorry, I haven’t seen you around before…I’m Grace Weston. I work on the sixth floor.”

“James Seeley. I’m in organized crime.” He pauses and smirks. “If you’re on the sixth floor that must mean…” He trails off and Grace nods, already knowing what he was going to say.

“You caught me. I’m a profiler.” She holds her hands up, pretending to surrender and he smiles at her. He looks across the street, pausing for a moment and looking back at her

“Can I get your number?” He asks, and her eyes widen. “I’m sorry! Was that too forward? I just think it would be nice to have a contact in the BAU…you know, for any future cases.” He rubs the back of his neck, a sign of his nervousness, and she pulls her lips in to prevent a smile from breaking at his nervousness. “I also think you’re pretty, and I’d like to get to know you better.” He rambles, and she nods. Maybe this would be good for her? He hands her his phone and she types her number into the designated spot, adding her name to the contact and hands it back to him. He briefly looks down at his wrist to check his watch and his brows pull together in the center.

“Sorry to be rude, but I’ve to get to a meeting downtown…and you know how traffic can be.” He says, jutting a thumb towards the direction he’s heading and she nods quickly.

“Oh, gosh! No, yeah! Again, so sorry for bumping into you.” She looks at him for a beat before looking towards the ground.

“Nothing to be sorry about. Glad it happened. See you around?” He asks and she nods again, making her way around him into the foyer through the sliding glass doors.

The rest of the team had made their way onto the jet and to Florida in the early hours of the morning, before the sun rose. Grace had sent Aaron a message privately before and asked if he cared if she stayed behind for this one. She was willing to consult from her position here and that was enough for him. A shiver travels down her spine and she thinks about the warmth of the Floridian sun and almost regrets her decision. She needed time away from Harry, she had convinced herself that much. She told herself if she kept her distance the feelings would go away. She wouldn’t feel this way if she stayed away from him, right? Love never came easy for her, and she was sure he wouldn’t make it easier either. She feels silly, falling for a person who was very much “no strings attached”. She can’t get him out of her head, her dreams filled with him, of a life with him…

She makes her way to her desk, shrugging her coat off and getting to work.

———

The day drags slowly and Grace is on the phone consulting with the team when the sound of the glass doors of the office open and tear her attention away from the video call. She looks up and sees the man from earlier this morning, James, walking over to her desk carrying what looks to be a bag of take out food. She grins over to him and he mirrors it back to her. He had sent her a message earlier after his meeting and asked if she wanted him to drop off lunch to her and she didn’t hesitate to say yes. He walks behind her, into the view of the camera before disappearing again and he perches himself on the edge of her desk. She silently thanks him as to not interrupt whatever Aaron was saying and her eyes flick to Harry on the screen. She can barely see the way the pixels of the video call catch the shift in his posture and the tick of his jaw, but she decides to ignore it.

She mutes her microphone as she listens to Aaron’s monotone voice through the speakers. Occasionally Harry or Kelly will add their input but for the most part it’s just Aaron. He’s throwing out ideas left and right trying to figure out where to start with the case. Grace can see all the files spread out in the table, the same ones that Grace has open on her other screen, and she scrolls. A crime scene photo catches James’ eye and he puts his hand up to halt her. He leans closer, pointing to a small symbol etched into the tree above the body, it's barely visible, blending into the seams on the bark. She turns her mic back on.

“Hey…guys? Did you see the symbol in the picture of our latest victim?” Her eyebrows furrow and she leans in closer to the screen. “Could it be satanic? Was there anything similar at the other scenes?” She asks and Aaron flips through the pictures to look for what she’s seeing.

“It’s not Satanic.” Harry mutters in a tone of voice that makes her eyes narrow, holding the picture closer to his face. He types in quick succession on his laptop, performing a quick google search. “It’s Egyptian.” He screen-shares a symbol that looks almost similar, more intricate than the one haphazardly carved into the tree.

“We need to have this picture blown up, it’s hard to identify from this distance. Good catch, Grace.” Aaron praises, looking down at the picture still.

“Oh it wasn’t me, it was James. We met earlier, he works upstairs in OC, we were eating lunch together and he caught it.” Grace replies, redirecting the praise to James while turning her camera towards him. He puts his hand up in a small gesture and Aaron nods, walking out of view of the camera. The screen goes black, the video call ending abruptly. Maybe the connection was bad? She pulls out her phone to text Harry.

Grace: “keep me posted.”

Harry: “k.”

His short reply makes her roll her eyes, and she almost puts her phone away when another message pops up.

Harry: “wanna start a group chat with lover boy so he can give me all his opinions directly?”

Grace: “i’m not doing this. he’s just a friend. and you’re being annoying.”

Harry: “just a friend my ass. friends that just met don’t bring each other lunch. he’s got a hard on for you.”

Grace: “so what? we definitely aren’t exclusive so it’s none of your business anyway. drop it. move on.”

She drops her phone down on her desk, shaking her head and scoffing.

He doesn’t reply.

———

A few days pass with no word from Harry, the case causing a build up of stress to fall on Grace’s shoulders. The Egyptian symbol was present at every scene in some form or other, and it had them stumped. James had asked her out on a date and she declined, really just wanting to go home and go to bed. She regrets staying behind, she feels out of the loop and she feels guilty she’s not there helping catch their suspect. Long distance while being an FBI agent doesn’t work, especially when her specialty is geographical profiling. It’s hard to create a profile for an area she’s unfamiliar with.

She showers. A long, hot, shower. The muscles in her shoulders relax with the steam blurring her vision. She just stands under the heat, washing away her stress…and she thinks of Harry. His words…his hands on her body…his lips on her neck, her tits…his teeth pulling her clit between them…Her breath catches and her legs feel weak at the thought of him. The way her body reacts to him, knowing he has this sort of control over her, she could never be with anyone else. She quickly finishes her shower, wrapping her hair in a towel and moving to her bed, not bothering with clothes because she has only one thing on her mind. She needs to cum.

Her hand dips down past her navel, running a finger through her folds before bringing them back up to her clit, rubbing gentle circles while tweaking her nipple between her fingers with her other hand, pinching and pulling, trying to replicate the way he does it. She replays every time they’ve been together over in her brain, remembering the way his breath fanned over her neck as he grunted in her ear, whispering words into her ear, words no one else has ever said to her. Words she didn’t even know she liked to hear.

The shrill ring of her phone pulls her from her thoughts, a groan of aggravation escaping her throat, so close to her release and she sighs, looking at the caller ID. Harry.

“Finally deciding to talk to me?” Grace answers out of breath, frustrated she didn’t get to finish. She tries to slow down her heartbeat, her breath left heavy in her lungs.

“I’m sorry, okay? I was being childish. I let my anger get the best of me, and I’m sorry. I know I have no right to be that way towards you. You’re allowed to see other people, you’re right. We aren’t exclusive.” He pauses. “Happy now?” He grumbles. She sighs,

“Are you okay?” His voice drawls through the speaker and she gulps nervously.

“Just peachy.” She answers sarcastically, trying to sound like she wasn’t just trying to get herself off less than five minutes ago. She gnaws on the inside of her lip. “Did you need something, is something going on with the case?” She turns over onto her side, waiting. He hums, choosing to ignore her response before diving into an update about the case as he paces around his hotel room.

Grace drowns out his voice involuntarily with her daydreams. She goes back to what she thought about to make herself get worked up in the first place, and then she imagines it…really imagines it. And it wouldn’t be so bad right? She lets her mind wander to the image of him curled around her in bed every morning, his hands gripping her waist as she stands at the kitchen sink, or her swollen belly in the mirror as she gets dressed for work for the day. A life with him.

“Earth to Grace?” His voice through the speaker pulls her from her thoughts and she blinks once to clear her head.

“I’m sorry, Harry. What did you say?” She’s breathless, feeling the arousal pool at her aching, empty hole. A smirk plays on his lips, one she can’t see, and now he knows exactly what she was doing before he called her. He knows her, knows how she sounds when she’s fucked out…when she’s needy. He knows just how to push her to the edge.

“Don’t worry about it, bunny.” He purrs and she whimpers into the microphone before covering her mouth and her thighs squeeze together almost on their own volition. “S’the matter sweet girl?” He coos and the drop in octave in his voice makes her squirm.

“N-nothing.” She stutters, lying straight through her teeth, feeling the flame igniting in her belly once again and she can’t help that he just does this to her. Her body reacts to him on its own despite the way her brain fights the feeling every single time.

“See, I know when you’re lying. I don’t like when you lie to me, Grace.” His voice is gravelly and he clicks his tongue as she pulls her lip between her teeth. “Let me help you make it better.” He mumbles and she whimpers out an agreement.

“What were you thinking about to make you all riled up like this?” He asks in a sweet voice and she stays quiet. She hears his breathing on the other end of the phone, silent. “Hmm?”

“You. Was thinking about you.” She admits and her cheeks heat with a little bit of embarrassment, but mostly with desire.

“Is that right? Well don’t let me interrupt, go on then.” He can feel himself hardening beneath his sweats at her honesty, but he refrains from touching himself. For now. He doesn’t hear any rustling on her end of the phone and his brow furrows. “What’s wrong? Need me to tell you what to do?” He jokes and she mewls.

“Y-yes. Please.” She whines and the tone of her voice tells him all he needs to know.

“Mm, okay.” He pauses, thinking. “What were you thinking about? Tell me, bunny. I’m curious.”

“Thinking about the last time…in the supply room.” Her voice is breathless and he smiles at the memory.

“Want you to pull your bottoms down for me, sweet girl.” He instructs her and hears rustling on the other end, her eagerness making his heart lurch in his chest and he feels all the blood in his body rush southward. “Have ‘em off?” He asks and she confirms that she does. “Good girl. Want you to touch your thighs, just drag your fingers over your skin, like I would do.” She follows his direction, the light touch of her fingers creating goosebumps in their wake.

“Want you to touch yourself, too.” She mumbles into the phone and he groans on the other end, his eyes fluttering closed.

“Not yet.”

“Why?”

“Want you to tell me how wet you are first, are you dripping? Want you to put a finger in and tell me how soaked you are at the thought of me fucking you against that wall.” His words come through gritted teeth and he shifts his hips, pushing his sweats down and he leans against the wall, palming himself through his boxers and biting the inside of his lip. She trails a finger through her folds, her arousal pooling on her finger before she pushes into her aching hole, feels herself clench around her own finger as she moans at the intrusion.

“Harry—” His name falls from her lips in a breathless whisper.

“Tell me.” He demands, jaw clenched and hand squeezed into a fist and he can hear the way her finger is pumping in and out, the sound of her arousal evident through her end of the phone and he could almost cum right then, without even touching himself.

“S-so wet. Wasn’t entirely from the sex, though.” She admits and he raises his eyebrow in an expression still unseen to her. “From what you said.” He combs through the memory, her pushed against the wall with his hand around her wrists, slamming into her again and again. He pries his mind and the memory of what he said to her comes flooding back. Gonna fill your pretty little pussy up, get you all full of my cum…bet you’d like if I got you pregnant too, huh? Wanna see that cute little belly swollen, let everyone know who you belong to.

“Little minx…likes being full of me, doesn’t she? Likes feeling me dripping out of her.” He can’t help himself now, the memory playing over and over in his head like his own personal porno. He pushes the rest of the barrier away and spits into his hand before wrapping it around the base of his hardened cock and pumping himself with a soft grunt falling from his lips.

“Yes, Harry.” She whines, feeling herself come closer to her release as she flicks her thumb over her clit and pulses her fingers in and out. “Want you to…need you to, Har. Just wanna feel you.”

“I know, sweet girl. Wanna have my babies in your cute little belly? Know you’re carrying around part of me and that I’ve claimed you?” He grits and she nods even though he can’t see her, his hand working himself at his own pace, his tip leaking and dripping onto his own hand as he grunts and groans at the frictions he’s creating. “Gonna fill you up, let your thighs be a sticky mess of me? Cum for me, bunny. Wanna hear you.” He encourages her and she squeezes her eyes shut and her toes curl, pleasure taking over every one of her senses. One flick of her thumb against her sensitive bundle of nerves again and she’s gone, moaning and crying out his name between them. He follows not long after her, his own release painting his hand and he leans against the wall to catch his breath, coming down from his high. Grace sighs into the phone, feeling a little hazy, not in the proper state of mind to continue a normal conversation with him.

“I love you.” She whispers, her eyes flutter closed, the pulses of pleasure still buzzing through her brain, clouding her better judgment. She doesn’t even realize the words have slipped past the barrier of her lips. He’s silent for a moment, mouth dropping open to speak but closing again.

“W-What?” He stutters, heartbeat quickening and nervous sweat forming on his brow. Her eyes fly open and her heart drops to the floor. Did she really just say that…out loud? “Grace…” He trails off, his vision blurring, his head feeling dizzy and he doesn’t know what to say.

The line goes dead, and he’s alone.

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[lvlyghost]

I See You

Pairings: Ghost x F! Reader

Summary: you’re tired of not being enough for anyone

Tw: angst, comfort, reader has some insecurities about herself

A/N: just something that came to my mind at 12:00 a.m while listening to this song and that I had to write bc otherwise the voices in my head won’t shut up. not sure this is even good but oh well, enjoy!💗💫❤️‍🩹✨

Never a second look.

Never a priority.

Always the second choice.

Sometimes not even that.

You were used to your whole life.

You pick at your food not really wanting to eat. Cheek resting against your free hand. Sitting alone you sigh, today’s one of those days when you don’t feel like socializing with your team. There’s a hole in your heart that threatens to swallow you whole.

It’s a gnawing feeling that claws at your chest and stings.

Another disappointment. It is what it is. Your bottom lip slightly trembles with the memory of how it all went wrong a few hours ago.

You thought…

You hoped…

Yet again…

A mistake.

You didn’t like the guy that much anyway. No, you were completely head over heels for someone else. No that it mattered, it was never going to happen. But still.

Why?

You stand up.

Am I the problem?

Leaving the cafeteria of the base making your way to…

Where were you going?

Nowhere really. You just needed to get out of there. So deep in your self-destructive thoughts, failing to notice the three men that were watching you from the other side with worry in their eyes.

Before any of them could say anything there were only two sitting.

He found you in the armory after looking around for a while.

Arms crossed over his chest, making his shirt tighten.

You didn’t have to turn your head to know who it was. You could just sense him whenever he was around.

“Tell me everything.” His guttural voice broke the silence. Ghost cared for his team members, there was no doubt. But for some reason he had a soft spot for the small girl with a bright smile that didn’t care about talking too much. Except this wasn’t like yourself at all. He knew you more than you could ever comprehend.

“What do you mean?” You murmur, hands shaking ever so slightly whilst cleaning your gun. Eyes avoiding Ghost’s enormous frame.

“Don’t make me…”

“What’s wrong with me Ghost?” You blurt out. Slamming your gun down the table, still refusing to look at him in the eye. A shaky breath leaves your glossy lips, tears threatening to spill.

“There’s nothing wrong with you, love.” He mutters, Ghost is taken aback by your question, although he doesn’t let it show.

Shaking your head, you take a deep breath.

“No one cares for me, I- I just, I’m trying.” A moment passes. “Why are you here?” You finally turn to look at him.

He doesn’t answer right away. The mask is gone, he’s only wearing the black balaclava that he once let you lift enough to clean up a rather nasty wound.

“I’m not blind, kid. Whether you believe me or not, I sense when something’s bothering you.” He explains. “And I’m your superior, whatever’s got you like this…”

Before he can think, Ghost reaches your cheek wiping away a lone tear only to retreat his hand somewhat abruptly. The gesture surprising both of you.

You give in. Deep down, you know he’s the one you trust enough to say it.

“I just wish someone would care enough for me one day. Most people spend their lives, waiting for someone to see through them, I- I just want someone to…”

Ghost hums. Whatever possessed him to say the next words is still beyond him.

“S’alright, kid.” A heart beat. “I see you.”

[seneitut]

Hii!!! I found your work and i LOVE it so much! especially the wordcount!!

if its ok can i request gekko x freader but the f reader is really dom? assertive like gekkos talking but stutters so much and forgets what hes saying when she like looks at him the wrong way **doesnt have to b nsfw but whatever works thanks!

“Quietness”

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[Gekko/F!Reader]

Words: 9K (I'm so sorry is this freaking long)

Tags: Fluff, violence, deaths, teachnicality of the game because I miss Ice box, slow-burn, NSFW (+18), Dom!Reader, Sub!Gekko.

[It seems I didn't know how the queue works because I thought this was posted days ago im so sorry gfjnfghgh

You can skip the nsfw part when the words are bold like this, its near the end!]

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The silence that envelops the common room is ringing deep inside his ears. 

Vibring, trembling, deafening. 

Gekko hates the silence. A reasonable amount, you could say, to not be able to stand it to the point he wants to rip his brain into shreds to stop the thinking and not process the buzzing.

It brings memories he tries to suppress, echoing within the silence and rolling like a corrupted movie behind his eyelids over and over again. Gekko grunts in discomfort, trying to dissipate the images by rubbing his eyes with force until it stings but that doesn’t deter the silence to swallow him whole. 

Since when has he become this dramatic.

He whines loudly, head thrown back, “Why is it so quiet in here, dios!” But finds not even the echo of his voice filling the void.

Most of the agents have left for missions earlier that day, leaving only the most reclusive people at the base alongside him, hence the quietness. 

And it is not like he didn’t want to go—he’s always eager to accompany his allies in battle and have the time to bond with them through killing their counterparts— but the reasoning of Brimstone when assigning the teams is based on whether or not their powers and abilities compliment each other and not how well they get along.

KAY/O and Skye were out on two different teams, so his kits were not really necessary for the mission at all. Sova was out of commission until further instructions after getting injured and Fade was…well, he doesn’t know her whereabouts, but she must surely be busy with something else instead of hanging out with him.

They are on pretty good terms thanks to Neon, so he doubts she would avoid him on purpose. The only reasonable option would be that she was busy. And Breach? Breach is Breach, the man is unable to stay still in one place so he must definitely be either hitting the gym or committing crimes. Not really of his taste.

That only left him, the last initiator, back at home. 

Most of the sentinels were with him at the base; but like the cliché they are, none of them were eager to share their spaces with others nor entertain him in, how did Chamber put it…´dumbassery´ of sorts. 

Rude, honestly. Gekko is not at fault that they don’t know how to have fun outside missions. 

“I’m surprised to see you here.”

Whipping his head around, he finds you leaned on the doorway with a clipboard on hand. The dark shades you’re wearing do not give away whether you’re surprised or emotionless to his presence here, which, in retrospect, wasn’t important to know. 

He’s just happy someone is here to make the silence go away.

“I’ve got no missions today!” Turning his body around, he rests his head on the back of the couch to get a better view of you without breaking his neck. “I thought you left with Sage hours ago. Weren’t you going to…uh, what was it called…”

Frowning in concentration, he tries remembering the name of the place you were to set off, but none came to mind. Ice cube? Ice mountain? It had something to do with ice and something something…right?

“I can see the smoke coming out of your ears from your thinking alone.” The subtle smirk on your face was noticed by him, pouting by the teasing. “Sage is unable to go to Ice box with me.”

“Ice box, that’s it!” Sitting down on the couch next to him, he continues. “So, what's up? Change of plans now?”

Nodding, you go through the pages in the clipboard before raising your eyesight to him. Gekko seems eager, if not a little energetic for someone who has nothing to do. He seems expectant as well, jittery and a little fidgety with how often he toys with his gloves.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you ponder whether it's a viable idea to ask him to duo with you on the task that was assigned. Although you don’t have the energy to deal with someone like him: a little chatterbox and full of energy; his abilities might come in handy if the situation calls for it.

But this is an important mission, and you haven't worked with Gekko before. It would be a gamble whether the mission goes well or not and you’re not sure if you want to put something this important on line.

Gekko waves his hand in front of your face, a frown apparent on his features, “Hola? Are you okay there?”

Avoiding his question you decide to deflect it with another one, “Do you know where Cypher is?”

“In his room I think? I tried going in but I got tangled with his tripwires at the entrance and he just shut me off.” Crossing his arms, he sighs. “I’m kind of tempted to think he doesn’t like me very much.”

No shit. Who goes inside another’s bedroom without asking first? And Cypher, above all, is such a secretive man it is no wonder he loves to hide his secrets under lock and blackmail to keep it safe; the worst person to skip over pleasantries and ignorance was him. 

Gekko has pissed him off, then. Great. Out of options.

“So he is in no mood, got it.” 

“What do you even need him for? Such a grumpy man to work with.”

With no desire to argue, you leave Gekko to run his mouth about why he is so pissed about most sentinels at the protocol and how little social life they all have to be wasting it holled up in their rooms.

The need to defend Cypher is big, but you know the man has cameras all over the place and you don’t want to say something out of pocket in his presence—digital presence, in truth—or worse, out yourself with the soft spot you have for the secretive man.

Cypher wouldn't let it die down.

“...And you know, I tried speaking with Brimstone about having activities inside the protocol to strengthen our partnership, friendship, whatever the heck we are so we can be more trusting to each other!” Rolling his eyes, he huffs loudly. “But he said no, because this is not a fraternization house and I should take my work more seriously.”

“He is not wrong.” You comment absently.

“But I feel like it is necessary!” He continues. “How can we be a team if we aren't on friendly terms?”

“Not everyone will be your friend, Gekko.” Sighing, you stand up and begin to leave. “You cannot force yourself into others just to fulfill your need to get along. If it happens, happens, if it doesn't work, just let it be.”

“B-but, wait! Where are you going?”

Raising the clipboard, you move it slightly to let him know you still have things to do instead of indulging in his little chat. 

“I'm busy. And I need this done by today.”

“But you don't have to leave!”

Frowning, you turn around to see him slouched over the couch with a pout on his face and a look that begs for you to stay. 

You're not easily swayed by childish behavior from people you don't know. It didn't work on you as one might assume from your laid back personality, which most confuses it as rudeness, but this kind of attitude is what you hate the most.

If Gekko doesn't confront you about why he doesn't want you to leave, you won't hear him out. If he isn't honest, then you won't entertain him any longer.

“See you later, kid.”

Not even two steps ahead, you stop dead on your tracks when you hear him whine loudly. 

He's not even looking at you, eyes downcast and making sad noises; like a kicked puppy. It makes you question how old is this kid to be throwing a tantrum because he doesn't have his friends around.

This is not your problem, though, you can just keep walking away and try your luck with either Chamber or Killjoy to fulfill your task instead of lounging around and wasting time. But deep inside, there is a little fire that has been ignited by seeing someone like him acting so pathetic that you just want to strangle him.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” You spat with anger. Uncalled for, since he's done nothing wrong. “Fucking childish.”

Gekko looks offended by receiving such rude treatment in a single question that his sad façade is forgotten.

“Why are you—!” He exclaims. “¡Háblame bonito!”

“I don't understand spanish, you dumbass.”

“Speak nicely to me!” 

“I am speaking nicely. I don't get why the fuck you're so childish about this. Do you want something from me? Then say it.”

“I don't want anything from you! I just wanted some company but you're leaving like the rest do!” Huffing in frustration, he scratches his head in an attempt to subside his irritation. 

“You never said you wanted company, what am I, a mind reader? And why is that a reason to be acting like a brat? Grow up!”

“No, you grow up! You are so irritating!”

Scoffing, you close the distance slightly, hovering over his form with a menacing aura and scowling at his defensive stance.

Gekko is frowning, his hazel eyes holding back a fury only he could comprehend but softens ever so slightly when you approach him and, if your eyes don't deceive you, his cheeks reddens when his sight roams your body now that he had a new angle from you.

He stammers when he asks you to back off, eyes to the side and fidgeting on his seat.

You fix your shades before starting, “I told you I can't stay, I've got work to do yet you insist on me staying to fulfill your own desire? Don't be selfish.”

“Am not…”

“You are. Stop pretending that this isn't to make you feel better.”

Gekko's eyes widened in embarrassment, “Yeah? What if I am! Is that something wrong to wish for?”

“No, only immature.” Checking the time, you decide this has taken too long “I've gotta go.”

“Nadie nunca se queda de igual manera. Go off, just leave already.”

You sigh. 

Is never easy to confront others about the feelings bothering their minds and souls, and you know a person is easy to rile up if you press their buttons constantly. 

You've heard of the happy Gekko at all times, bringing laughs and smiles to his fellow friends and filling that void of a friend if needed—but who does the same for Gekko when he needs it?

Usually the happy people you encounter like him are the most troubled within their hearts. You don't want to be pointing fingers, but this boy has some deep issues with solace and individuality. It makes you wonder if he's ever had a healthy friendship or a healthy relationship in general.

Because now that he's this angry, he could use some emotional support to go through his feelings and what wrongs he's done.

Capable of angering someone like him should be a feat, but besides that, you must have acted terribly for him to get to this point of annoyance.

Gekko seems really upset, but mostly, he looks so worn off that you pity him for whatever he's going through. 

God, you cannot leave without resolving this first. Is going to nag your brain with guilt if you don't make amends with him.

“I apologize for my behavior.” You begin, Gekko levels you with a skeptical look. “Let’s try this again: I’m busy, I can’t stay, and sorry about that. The others might return later today if you’re patient enough.”

“Yeah, in hours maybe, or never.”

“Have a little faith there.” you shrug. “Aren't they your friends? They are coming back for sure, don't worry too much.”

“It's not only that.” He says. “I- um, I don’t like the silence here, it's too deafening, you know? I just wanted some noise, something to fill in while I wait. I keep talking and talking now because I don’t want it to be quiet.”

“Yeah, I quite get it. Still, I'm sorry about earlier.”

“I accept the apology because it really was rude of you to snap like that.” Gekko sighs, “Why did you even react like that? Like, what prompted you to do that?”

How do you explain to him you don’t even know exactly why you’ve snapped at him?

Perhaps you won’t. There is a small idea planted that you don’t want to dwell on because it would be too embarrassing to admit and you don’t think Gekko would appreciate your thoughts.

“Didn’t have a good day.” You lie. He seems to buy it. “Shouldn’t have taken it on you, though.”

Gekko nods and offers a small smile. Things seem to have calmed down for now and the other looks a little better than before, which is good in your opinion.

“Go,”  He nudges your arm with his finger, smiling. “I think Cypher really likes you in comparison to us, if you ask him, he might go with you.”

Ah, clever boy. 

“Maybe, I’ll think about it. Thank you.”

Waving your goodbye, you take your time to regard him silently before walking away from the common room, sighing in tiredness and stress consuming you entirely when you’re finally out of his vision.

This is not how you expected the day to be going. You expected nothing; just to do your job, return to the base and maybe get a nice glass of wine—you feel like trying your luck and figure out if today is the day you’re gonna like the beverage—puke from disgust because you will probably still hate it and take a long ass nap.

But by the looks of it, maybe you're doomed to solo this.

God you won’t be able to finish this alone.

Going back your steps, you reach the common room once again, startling Gekko who seemed to be playing with his knife. He takes a moment of consideration, gaping like a fish out of water before realization dawns on him.

You raise your hand before he can even say a word, watching his smile stretch to a grin while he waits for you to give him the chance to say something.

“I’ll offer this once: I’m going to Ice box, and I need a partner for this specific mission, are you up to this?”

Gekko didn’t even let the question be finished, jumping from the couch with a loud: ‘Hell yeah!’ and a fistpump in the air, a bright smile adorning his face. Doing him once over, you decide that the deed is done and now there is no turning back.

Take it or take it.

“We leave in five, be ready at the launching site or else I’m leaving without you.”

With that final warning you take off to gather your equipment. 

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Ice box is not like it used to be. 

Throughout the time you’ve been working for the protocol, this place has changed a thousand times. You don’t even remember how it was supposed to be in the first place, but your best guess is the omega agents had something to do with it: the cargo ships, the laboratories, everything has been modified to their convenience thanks to kingdom. 

You are thankful enough that at times that this place has been in danger, your team has been able to stop the detonation of the spikes and prevent further catastrophes. Either you knew the place better than them or their teams weren’t able to catch up with how fast you did the retake of the sites.

Luck was on your side, you suppose.

This time, however, you won’t need any of that to complete the mission.

Go in, download the data, steal the samples if there is some, and get the fuck out of there.

You wish your duo were someone able to surveillance while you get what you need, but it is okay, you can make it work. Gekko will keep watch while you gather the info, or maybe he can go and inspect the samples near the kitchen so the work can be doable and quick to do. 

“Damn, this place is huge!” Gekko watches around him with wonder in his eyes and excitement pouring from every word uttered. “And so fucking cold, god, what the fuck.”

The wind seems to have gotten stronger after many months of keeping this place barred from people. The blizzard was picking up fast, making the snow rise with strong bursts of air and freezing you to the bone. Your shades were getting covered in snow quite quickly and you were annoyed you had to clean them up often. A bit more and your fingers will become windshields.

Gekko was wearing his usual fit, which is not proper for this kind of weather. Either he was going to die from hypothermia or worse, become an actual ice statue with the lack of clothing. This is partly your mistake for not warning him on time before taking off; you cannot expect people to travel somewhere called Icebox and not be aware that it might be a cold place.

“Here, warm yourself up.” Taking off your coat, you fix it on top of his shoulders until he pops his arms through the armholes. He sighs, burrowing his face on the fur covering his neck and shyly inhaling your scent.

Smiling at him, you pat his head gently and begin your walking towards the rafters on A site. The turtleneck you’re wearing should be enough to cover you until you reach the surveillance room. Being a closed space, you guess the old scientists might have a heater installed; and if they don’t, you are going to curse their entire lineage for this crime.

Is pretty cold out here, your supposition that people might still linger around the area is close to none, so you can breathe in peace for the time being.

“Hey, aren't you cold?” Gekko treks besides you, catching up with your quick pace. “You're not wearing much, I'm sorry I had to take this from you.”

“It’s okay, I’ve worn less when I had to come here and fight for our lives, this is alright.” Is not and your chattering teeths gives away how cold you were getting. 

Gekko stretches his arms out, wiggling his hands to signal you to come to him and you cannot help but raise a brow at his antics. Rubbing your hands together to breathe in some warm air you ignore him to reach the destination.

The site is clear, quiet, and echoing the footsteps you fear someone might hear it. Gekko is keeping the silence still, and you wish he would speak or say something so the atmosphere would not be perceived as…deathly.

Is way too quiet.

“I need to download some data from the main room, it might take a while until I find what I’m looking for.” You comment, Gekko nods. “I need you to reach the kitchen and find the secondary lab to take some samples. Remember the pictures I’ve shown you on the jet? We need to take them back to base for Killjoy to analyze them.”

“You got it boss!” He exclaims, saluting you. 

“Once you’ve got them, return here. Is better to stick together, but knowing this won’t take you long, we will separate for a while.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m not gonna be gone forever, you know?” He sets off, giving a slight wave in your direction. 

That brings a grin to your face. 

Opening the compartment where most of the computers are located frightens you a bit. The metal doors sound like they need maintenance with how rusty they crack while opening, scaring you to the bone with how loud it is. 

Everything inside the room seems impeccable and things are where they are supposed to be. Most of the computers are off right now, except for one that is stuck in the far corner of the room, the screen on sleep mode and projecting a small animation of the logo of Kingdom. Is warm inside, too, which you are thankful for so you can shake off the coldness chilling you.

There is no password required when you move the mouse, the desktop greets you with multiple files organized on the side and you wonder if this should feel easy to scavenge through kingdom’s most important secrets.

Don’t mind the hours put into learning how to hack into computers taught by Cypher, you are going to get the info and get out of here as soon as possible.

Getting the usb from your back pocket, you put it in and wait for it to load. Drumming your fingers, you get a glimpse of A site from the window and admire the pristine and cleanliness it maintains while you wait. One of the reasons this place has always given you the chills, is how weird it works. 

Despite how often it snows, none of it gets inside. As if it avoids entirely to be dirtied by it. Does it have to do with any of the inventions they’ve worked on here? Could it be that it had something to do with the experiments they’ve tested on Yoru’s ancestors' armors? An invisible shield?

Ping!

The computer loads the usb without problems, the work starts here.

Going file through file might take a while, but you hope this doesn’t take longer than what you expect. 

There are some files already open that you think will go over first. Some titles you don’t understand quite well, but there are profiles from the alpha agents that have the basic information one might get if the both worlds share the same fates.

Some are coordinates to cities that still exist in their world and the current location of every omega agent. All their data, every single mission they’ve been assigned and their contact information is there, in open sight.

This is no coincidence. Someone had left this on purpose for you to find, but why?

You decide to dwell on it later, copying every data of importance to the usb and reading the remaining files. Paragraph through paragraph, each sentence you read is worse than the other and the horror it hides behind this screen is worse than you imagined.

Who keeps this on a scientist computer? 

Unless this isn't information saved here. All you've encountered here has been placed exclusively for someone to find, with a purpose.

Oh, fuck.

Who else knew? Besides you and Sage, there has been no one else this mission has been talked about. 

Brimstone and Viper are both very picky with whoever they share important details about kingdom or omega earth; unless there is a rat in your forces, you doubt anyone else would snitch it out.

You trust Cypher with your life, and after learning what's going on with his counterpart, you doubt it could be him. Killjoy is a no-no, she is Brimstone protegé and someone who you cherish very much.

There is only one centinel left whom you found nothing inside these files.

You cannot grasp the why, though.

Someone who wanted to warn you about this and knew you were coming to gather the information that was left long ago—why would he expose himself like this? 

You were tasked to figure out the experiments on radiants and the power the armor from Yoru's ancestors held; to find the correlation to the spike and the radianite they so desperately wanted to steal.

They have an intel too, sharing the information openly and creating a bridge of knowledge for both sides without actually involving any party.

The intel is here.

And Gekko is alone.

Taking the usb with the information it loaded, you run out of the computer room towards the kitchen with rapid footsteps.

Your heart is pounding wildly inside your chest, terrified of anything happening to Gekko while you were not there to help. 

Tapping on your comms, the only answer you get while calling out Gekko's name is pure static; that only heightens your worry.

There is a small chance he might be alright and is only messing around while he waits for you to finish. Maybe he's only exploring the sites freely because no one is here and you are just paranoid and overthinking stuff.

The blizzard has gotten stronger for the past hour, covering almost everything outside in big piles of snow and picking up air currents. It made the running impossible to do and the desperation to get a hold of your senses, making you feel like your steps were slower or simply not enough.

“If he's okay I'm going to murder him myself.” you take the mental note, worried sick and furious.

Once you've arrived at the door frame from the kitchen, you are quick to notice the door to the lab is wide open. There is no sign of your partner nor anything to indicate there has been a fight here. Some things are messed up in the lab so you could only assume it was his doing while searching for the samples.

But where is Gekko? Where the fuck did he go that he is unable to answer the calls?

Going down the hallway you stop dead on your tracks when you pick up the faint sound of ticking. Above the raging weather, it is impossible for you to not recognize that awful sound.

Taking out your ghost, the only weapon you brought with you, you swing on the corridor to B site. There is a Fade holding the angle, she seems bruised and worn off, but still holds onto her phantom with the strength she has left.

You fail your first shot, which is fatal because she injures your leg with one of her bullets before you can land one through her head. You gasp in pain, leaning on the doorway and breathing in heavily while her dead body falls to the side.

The cold is not helping the wound at all, feeling the tender skin burn under your touch and friction against the tight clothing. You're not sure the bullet has exited the appendage and don't want to figure it out now, that’ll be a problem for your future self.

Gekko is your priority. 

Biting back a pained groan, you rush your walking to get the weapon, leaving the ghost strapped to your waist.

Hovering over the threshold, you are quick to spot Omega Chamber holding the angle to snowman, undisturbed and unaware one of his teammates has died. The loudness of the blizzard could be in your favor right now, since you didn’t know how many of them were left and the comms were unavailable for all of you.

The best option was to back off to the entrance to snowpile and jump down. From that distance Chamber won’t be able to detect you and you will have a chance to lower their numbers.

Reloading the gun, you follow your plan until you are close to B site. 

You didn't want to use your powers, always having faith in your aim and supported your missions with that alone.

On this occasion, there is no other option left.

Taking the shades off, you breathe in deeply, holding onto the phantom tightly and canalizing the energy from the spike ticking down. 

One of the reasons you fear your powers is when the spike is down. 

The longer you use it, the faster the ticking goes and closer to exploding, exposing everyone to its danger. There is some sort of connection from the radianite it extracts to what you can do—experimentations that has been done to you before the first light to tranform you into a radianite magnet and localize them for kingdom. 

Is a bad memory to reminiscent, painful to the core.

But if you want to get out, if you want to find Gekko, you have to become the monster you've swore to never be.

When you open your eyes, you can see your reflection in one of the cargo boxes in front of you. Your eyes are designed like waves of a radius, ring after ring moving outwards and magnetizing—demonic.

The white of the sclera and the red of the rings, Viper once mentioned how evil you look like this, which made you self conscious as to how the others might perceive you. The shades you so dearly hold onto you was taken when you killed your counterpart once. 

It belonged to her, the you from another world, and the little thought that you were no different after all made you upset and sad.

It's scary, seeing yourself like this after so long of denying your nature, is terrifying not knowing what's going to happen now.

Once upon a time, you thought it matched your vibe, but those times are long gone after the many mistakes you've made while using it.

There is no time to dwindle in the past.

Every vitals from every person within the spike radius shows in front of your eyes; where are they hiding, what are they holding, and between them, Gekko lays on the floor, unmoving.

The feeling of bubbling anger chokes you, and you cannot help the hellish cry before swinging to a Sage next to the spike and head shooting her.

You can feel the life of her becoming one with the energy of the radianite when she finally dies, going back to where it belonged once.

There is another person hiding behind the yellow box, another a little far behind near their spawn and Chamber has not stopped holding snowman even after shooting Sage who was almost right next to her. You pay him no mind, perhaps he hasn't heard you yet—you've gotta act quick.

Running to yellow, you quickly swing with the phantom and shoot Yoru in the head, but he bursts into a bright light, blinding you for a moment before you see the actual one shooting you with a bulldog.

Many bullets go past you, but as soon as it makes contact with you, your body swallows them. Yoru makes such a disgusted face seeing your body contort to accommodate the new hosts before dropping dead.

Gekko's body is right behind him, wounds littering his skin and your coat covered in amounts of blood it freezes your heart for a moment.

You know he is alive thanks to the vitals of radianite inside his body, but you fear you might lose him if you were to stick here. 

Reloading your gun, you throw his whole body on your shoulder. You've gotta take advantage while in this mode, strength won't be lasting for long with how close the spike is to exploiting.

Gekko grunts in pain when you start running, you mentally apologize to him but won't slow down.

Is not until you reach snowman that you finally hear the spike detonate.

Weakness takes hold of you and, without the energy from before and the bullets that Yoru shot you, new wounds start opening up, making you tumble down onto the snow with Gekko by your side.

The boy wakes startled, gasping for air and choking onto his own blood while looking around him. When he spots you shaking next to him, he crawls next to your side to cradle your head, unaware of the many wounds hurting him.

Turning to your side, you finally make eye contact with Gekko, happy to see him awake and somewhat okay despite his injuried. Before you can ask him yourself if he's okay, he lets off a scream, backing off until you are no longer touching. 

The terrified expression on his face should be enough to offend anyone, but dizzy and tired with the whole play you've done, you cannot figure out why he is making that expression.

Until you blink. 

You are not wearing the shades.

It must have fallen off when you ran away from the detonation and didn't notice because of the rush of adrenaline. He is staring right into you, an expression you are not able to discern through the wisps of blizzard and ice cooling you down. 

“Tsk, tsk. You've gotten away, then.”

Your hair stands on its ends, turning slowly until you see Chamber hovering over your form with his weapon in hand. Gekko gasps, choking in his own blood until his throat is sore and hurting, but closing the distance until he has you within reach.

Chamber looks down at you, his operator aiming right at your head while you try to hide Gekko’s body behind you. The poor boy grunts in pain, eyes wide in fear and body trembling for the loss of blood; he can’t even utter a word after what has happened.

Is this how you both die?

There is one shot, a second one follows after that and Chamber clicks on his comms.

“The subject was found dead.” Is what he says, to your horror. There are two holes next to your leg where he's shot, clearly missing the target. “I’ve dealt with his partner as well, I’ll be going back as soon as the spike radius goes down.”

There is a conversation going on between him and the Viper that escaped before the spike detonated. The chance of jumping him while lowering his guard is high, but would prove it to be fatal if his reflexes are sharp with the shotgun he has strapped on his hip.

Giving a brief glance at Gekko, you are safe to assume he will be okay for the time being, but not for long if Chamber decides to act on his words. 

Moving slowly, you try to reach for your knife. Maybe if you’re quick enough, you can slice his neck and leave with his weapon.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you.” He warns. There is not an ounce of pity in eyes, which confuses you as to what he wants to do with you both.

“If you’re going to kill us, why prolong this? I knew you were sick to the head, but not to this point.”

Walking slowly around you, he regards you with quietness and a pensive expression. The closer he gets, the more you cover Gekko with your body to create some sort of shield against the other. 

You know you wouldn’t be able to do anything if he were to manhandle you or hurt your partner; the amount of blood pooling around you was alarming enough to not do anything drastic.

“I’m taking a look.” Is his answer. With the barrel of the gun under your chin, he raises your head with gentleness. “You’ve never given me the chance to see you in action, I’m taking the time admiring those beautiful eyes you have there. Enchanting, aren’t they, kid?”

Gekko frowns at his words, with the last of his strength he scowls at Chamber and holds your arm with a weak grip.

“Territorial as well, how amusing.”

He straps the operator on his back, extending a hand to you. “Stand up. Time is running out for you and they won’t take long before they ask why I’m taking so long.”

Accepting the offering hand, you let go of Gekko to support your weight on Chamber. The moment you’re on your two feet, Chamber feels the sharp sting on his neck of your knife threatening to cut the skin. He tries to reach for his shotgun, but the pressure of the knife gets the better of him and he stops.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” You warn. He laughs at that. “Give me one reason I shouldn’t slice your throat and leave you to die.”

“Just kill him!” Gekko chides in, frightened. “He’s the bad guy, anyway!”

“Now, now, that’s not the way to treat your comrades, is it?” 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” you spat, hand trembling with anger seeping out of you. 

“You better get running, the spike radius has gone down by now. I have to report back that your bodies were sadly disintegrated by the explosion so there is no proof of you leaving.” Pointing at the pile of snow covered in crimson, he continues, “The blizzard has not gone down yet, it will be no time until your trail is covered if you leave by now.”

“Why should I let you go alive?”

Smiling, he coyly asks back, “Say, who do you think gave you the information you have now? Quite promising, isn’t it?”

Dropping your arm, you let him go easily. Chamber doesn't strap his gun off nor threatens you when he makes distance, giving you the time to compose yourself and think for a moment what will be the course of the situation.

Gekko hiss loudly, gasping for air when the current gets colder. Not even giving a look at Chamber, you fall to your knees to get your partner before he hits the floor. 

You need to leave.

With your busted leg and the last of your strength, you try to carry Gekko on your back. Chamber approaches then, to help you on your feet with the boy secured on you.

“I'm sorry…” Gekko whispers in your ear, coughing up some blood and sniffing back some tears. You shush him softly, holding his legs tightly.

“Is alright, Gekko, I'm going to take you back home.”

He hums, nuzzling your neck. His cheeks are freezing, “With you?” he asks, words slurring.

“Yeah, Gekko, with me.”

Nodding to Chamber, you start walking away.

“Give my regards to my counterpart, I bet he is doing fantastiqué!” 

You don’t turn back, ignoring his words and moving forwards where you left the jett. Gekko has long passed out, having his full body weight on you slows the trail to safety, but you won’t be leaving him behind just because of a little setback.

Your only hope is he is going to be okay by the end of this.

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Reporting back everything that happened feels like a far off dream you wouldn't believe your tale if you were to not be there. 

From the files, to the samples Gekko did get and held onto them so he could fulfill his mission; you think you deserve a little rest.

Your conversation with omega Chamber still nags your brain, leaving many questions unanswered and many things inconclusive. There is no one you can confide this information to; you decide to keep it out of the report.

Gekko seems to be recovering well—Sage did an amazing job calming you down when you arrived at the protocol. Worried sick and begging her to please heal him as a priority, she did not fight you and complied with the request. 

The boy has said nothing from the moment he woke up and has avoided talking with anyone but you. Being sedated and under many medications to his full recovery, he only has asked for you to accompany him while bedridden.

Gekko is cute under the effects of sedatives.

He asks for your hand to hold his, to please talk to him to avoid the silence, to kiss him on the forehead and whatnot; you are amused by his straightforward attitude, and appreciate the direct requests with pure intentions—you don't fulfill his requests, much to his dismay, but do talk to him softly to help him sleep better.

One would think that after such a mission and adventure you both went, the relationship would change eventually. 

Under sedatives it looked like, all cuddly and emotional—but after he was discharged and time passed by, it was the opposite.

Gekko is acting weird.

Weirder than you think he could get.

Confidence is something that oozes off him constantly, finding him caught off guard is not right nor an event that happens often; so you wonder, why does everytime you cross paths with him it seems like he gets scarred for life.

He gets all flustered, stammering over his words and fumbling hands all over the place trying to excuse himself, avoiding your gaze like it was the plague itself, and then escaping from wherever room you are situated.

There is no moment where you can go and stop him because he always finds a way out. Is bothersome and annoying that his childish behavior gets the better of him instead of confronting you about whatever has happened or is bothering him.

“Say now, what have you done to our new residential kid?” Cypher asks, tinkering with his camera. “He seems…skittish around you, haha.”

Grunting, you kick him under the table until one of your hits gets him. “Gekko is acting so fucking weird. I’m not in the mood to entertain you with my dramas, you devious man.”

He chuckles, caressing his offended appendage after your attack, “Devious, you say? I’m stating the obvious, the eyes don’t deceive from what I’ve observed, dear.”

“Oh, yeah?” Crossing your arms, you dare him to keep talking. “Go on, then, speak.”

Leaving his tools on the table, he leans in one of his arms, his whole posture seems to change from the relaxed stance towards a more formal one. “Everything comes with a price, my dear. Nothing is free in this world.”

“Your annoying self is.”

Cypher hums, fascinated, “Is it now? Go on, you know what I want to know. Tell me, and I’ll offer the knowledge of what’s going on with Gekko.”

Drumming your fingers against the table, you consider his offer for a moment. 

The weight of the information he is offering is not worth what you know. What you’re asking for is a more personal matter. What Cypher is asking for could potentially endanger the protocol and its integrants if mistakenly shared with the wrong people. And under an oath, it is impossible for you to disclose it to him this easily. Brimstone would have your head on a stick if he were to know.

The keyword here in play is know.

Cypher won’t tell a soul, there is no unless, you know he won’t tell a soul so there is nothing to lose here.

Maybe a little bit of dignity because you’re this distraught over a boy, something you thought were beyond and above, but that is a matter for you to figure out later.

“We found part of the coordinates of the omega agents, most are scattered around their world, without the need to survive nor coexist within the same space like we do because the first light happened but the catastrophe was completely different. They are seen as heroes, not villains.” You begin, Cypher leans in, interested. “Brimstone seems to believe they are using radianite to support their own world and create matter from the power it gives them since they can’t afford to. Their world is dying at a fast pace, so the attacks with spikes might occur sooner than we think.”

“How so?”

You shake your head. “I’m not sure, Killjoy is investigating that aspect as we speak right now. I don’t think they are going to share that information with me nor any of us except Viper and, perhaps, Sage. And until we get assigned another mission, we have to pretend everything is under control.”

“Anyhow, we’ve got another problem.” You sigh, “There is one amongst us who is giving the omega counterparts our information, and vice versa. Viper seems to believe it could be Chamber—so do I, but we have no proof to support the supposition. They’ve yet to discuss how to tread in to obtain more information.”

Keeping the conversation you had with omega Chamber as a secret might be the wrong move, but if you can work on the shadows and try to get in contact with him once again, maybe you will get a lead as to how to read their moves before they act.

Risky, but willing to test it out.

“Anything else?”

Thrumming against the surface, you consider whether to share this tidbit of information to him or save it for yourself. Because, how do you tell the man who has lost everything and everyone, that his counterpart has been able to get his wife and kid back, unlike him? 

Cypher has been your friend for many years, you cherish him enough to not want to hurt him in any way; for his sake, this will also die with you.

“Nothing more, is just a summary of what I was able to get.”

Cypher hums, contemplating your words and the information given before nodding, satisfied with what he’s learnt.

“Gekko seems to have developed quite the feelings for you, dear.” He announces after a moment. Blinking, completely caught off guard, you scowl at him.

“I’ve given you all the information I've gathered so you could laugh in my face, fucker?” Cypher watches your hands close into fists, holding back the need to punch him in the face. “What else, are you going to tell me he is in love or something?”

“But he is!” He defends himself, both of his arms shown in surrender. “Is it not my fault the boy is completely enamored with you now, you can ask him yourself.”

“You are an idiot.”

He laughs, “Maybe, but in matters of love, dear, one is not deceived so easily. Gekko is in love, if not a little obsessed with you now. Say, you don't know how he looks at you when you're distracted.”

Huffing, you roll your eyes. “He's scared of me, I think.”

“Says who?” Going back to his camera, he keeps going, “If only you were to see how much he hates our close relationship, or how heated his gaze is whenever I approach you. Ah! Young love, murderous and territorial.”

“Someone said something like that before…”

“See? Eyes do not deceive what we perceive.” Cypher chuckles, putting his tools back into its bag. “He won't make a move, and it is up to you whether you want to pursue something with this kid or simply start bedding someone else until he gets the idea, hm?”

“You are disgusting.”

“But I'm not wrong. Better break his heart now than later.”

If Cypher isn’t dead by the end of your little chat, it is only because of the years you’ve known each other or else the protocol would be one less man on their lines. 

Something he’s said is true though, you can ask Gekko directly the fuck is going on with him to solve the problem. Bedding someone else is not an option, disgusted by the many men inside this place, Gekko and Phoenix are the only ones you might consider handsome and eye candy in your opinion.

You have the lingering suspicion that what happened at Ice box had something to do with his shift and new perspective of you. Which you find unfair, since all you did was try to save your asses and he was only awake partly through the end.

Why would your eyes be of enough importance for Gekko to run away from you? Something wasn’t adding up here. Nothing about what Cypher said of Gekko's newfound love for you made sense with the way he was acting. It could almost pass up as if he was afraid of you, right?

No matter. You are going to find out one way or another.

Gekko finds that you can be terrifying when you really want to, finding you hanging and waiting in the darkest corner of the base to ambush him or worse, kill him. Is a ridiculous thought, in truth, he doesn’t think you would be capable of such a thing.

But right now, after what’s transpired on Ice box and witnessing how fierce, methodical, hot, you were, he is sure you can snap him like a toothpick and he won’t complain. Which is why he is so concerned! That is the main reason why he’s so scared right now, because if you asked him to bend over, Gekko would do it without hesitation! 

Too much, that’s way too much. His own thoughts are embarrassing, and he doesn’t know what he’s capable of when you’re in the vicinity. He needs to keep his libido in check or else he’s going to burst if you were to direct a word at him.

But of course, life never wants to give him a moment to breathe in peace.

You are able to corner him once his practice is done in one of the empty hallways of the base. 

Patience has been a key in the whole process of waiting for Gekko to be left alone. The boy seems to be surrounded by people all the time, which infuriates you because you wanted nothing more than to squeeze out the information from the source from the moment your conversation ended with Cypher.

Gekko looks like a second away from passing out with his red face and how hard he is shaking from the close distance. You thought if you were to put your arms and cage him with no way to run, it would be easy to talk to him, but he isn’t even looking at you!

There is no moment to waste, “Gekko, have I done something to you? Something to offend you?”

“N-no.”

“Then why won’t you talk to me? We’ve literally gone through a life threatening situation together and now you won’t just direct a word at me?” 

He whines low, eyelids lowering and refusing to meet you in the eyes—or the shades, to save yourself some embarrassment— and something about his voice, the way he is acting so vulnerable and weak, ignites the same fire inside you like it did the first time; and to your horror, you are able to discern it wasn’t anger what you were feeling that day, but something entirely different.

Great, now are two who are flustered enough that the conversation won’t be able to go on.

Gekko gulps loudly, eyes darting everywhere except your face and fidgeting slightly. 

On a sudden rush of adrenaline and braveness, you take your shades off, closing it and hanging it on your shirt. Once the other gets a hang of what you’re trying to do, his eyes widen in panic. But by then it was too late.

Your fingers close on his chin, making him raise his whole face to level with yours and finally, his hazel eyes make contact with yours.

Is a gamble, but you are ready to accept whatever happens here.

There is a whole shiver that runs down his spine when he tries to speak, stuttering over his words but his eyes never leave yours. Too many things, so much blabbering of his trying to fill in the silence to keep his hammering heart at bay, you’re getting tired of it.

Unspoken things sometimes should stay that way, unspoken.

Your lips crash against his on a bruising kiss, stealing his breath in one single contact and swallowing his whines when he tries to protest. Gekko is quick to reciprocate and deepen the kiss, letting his tongue invade your mouth eagerly in an attempt to savor every crevice and keep the contact to last long, for as long as you want, anything you give him he is going to devour with fervor. 

One of his hands finds purchase behind your neck, obligating you to push him against the wall while the other snakes his way under your shirt, feeling every inch of skin available until his fingertips toy with the hem of your bra. 

His mouth moves in tandem with yours, desperate and wanting. You cannot escape from the iron grip behind your neck nor the other hand trying to figure out how to take the clothing off. 

Gekko wants you, wants you, no kidding. With the way he is grinding against you, and how he keeps making these noises when your tongues connect in his mouth, to the low grunts he slips when you regain dominance. This boy is desperate to bed you, and you cannot deny you don’t share the same sentiment.

You groan loudly when his hand gives up and tucks under the bra to grab your right breast, toying with the mound and fingers stimulating the nipple. Gekko smiles against your lips when he hears the reaction, sucking on your lower lip and claiming your mouth once again.

Your hand finds purchase on his hip, guiding his erratic movements to a slow one, making the friction harder to pursue but more aware of the pleasure flooding his system.

“More, please.” he whispers, kissing your cheek and leading his mouth down your neck to suck on the skin. “Give me more.”

Submissive.

Holding his cheeks you redirect his lips to yours, giving him what he wants. Rising your leg and applying pressure, he groans loudly for you to stick your tongue down his throat. His cock feels hard rock against your thigh, twitching with the need to be touched directly by your hand alone.

Gekko doesn't know what comes over him nor how he finds the courage to be touching you without shame. From kissing you, to feeling your breasts fit perfectly in his hand and having you ride his thigh unconsciously, is all too overwhelming and hot and it turns him on so much he wants to be devoured by you.

Own me, he wants to say, own me, mark me, make me yours only, please.

His finger racks down your chest with the many sinful thoughts running his head, leaving a red trail of his mark on your body. Gekko’s hand lowers until he grabs a handful of your ass now and tries to bite your lips in an attempt to seduce you. But somehow gets to draw blood because of his eagerness to feel you too. You stop for a moment, whining in pain and catching your breath from the make out session.

Taking distance, Gekko grunts in protest, eyes begging you to keep going. But when he notices the slight blood, he panics wildly. 

“I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you!” His hands hold your head with tenderness, and he watches your lip bleed slightly and get swollen with how hard he was chasing after the kiss. “I’m really sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

Huffing in amusement, you grab him by the neck and push him against the wall once again, his hands fall to his sides. He seems caught off guard, a surprised expression painting his features while he figures what you’re trying to do. 

Leaning in, you whisper in his ear, “You’re such a brat, you know that?” 

Gekko sighs at your words, melting under your touch, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, I am…”

Wanting to test the waters, you tighten your grip on his neck, Gekko moans at that, bucking his hips.

“Who gave you permission to talk back, hm?”

You feel him gulp, having enough braveness to let his hand fall on your waist and caress you softly. Your eyes soften looking deeply into his eyes, finally understanding that his feelings are real.

The tenderness in which he looks at you fills your heart with this unknown feeling. Overwhelming, blooming, that is suffocating. In a good way, though, is pleasing.

“Are you okay with this, Gekko?” you ask. Gekko blushes and nods. Leaning your forehead against his, you smile gently.

“I-If you are, yes, anything.” Your stare is heavy, scorching, but he thinks that has nothing to do with the fact your eyes hold so much power and weight; but because he’s made you this flustered with his kisses.

That alone is enough to rile him up even more.

The blood has dried by this point and you are more than eager to keep going, but the fact anyone could find you both like this, and Gekko would be unable to hide the hard on he is sporting right now, obligates you to keep your feet grounded.

“Want to continue this behind doors?” you ask him, your hand touching his lower lip with care. Gekko nods excitedly, kissing your thumb. 

“Yes, please.” 

Oh, you cannot wait to wreck and ruin this man for anybody else.

Bold of you to assume he would want anyone but you on his bed by the end of tonight.

[honoviadakai]

What I think team Urameshi smells like

(This was literally the brainchild of what happens when you wanna give your friends and family expensive perfume but you’re broke so you make it instead! Also I’m one of those ppl that can smell rain before it rains so I’m someone who naturally has a sensitive nose (╯ ‿ ╰,))

Yusuke:

Top notes: sweat, hair gel and some cheap body spray

Bottom notes: whatever his last meal was, detergent, Keiko’s favorite perfume

I don’t care how old Yusuke gets, he’s a lazy dingus at heart and he’d buy the cheapest body spray and hair gel he can get his hands on because “it gets the job done”

Which is fair

He’s also the active type sooo…he gets a bit sweaty

If you’ve ever been to a dojo, dance studio, or any place full of people who’re training/exorcizing in some way, you know the smell of sweat never really leaves the room, let alone the people

Thankfully he does bathe from time to time so it’s never too unbearable

Now the bottom notes are admittedly weird but hear me out

You ever eat a big meal, take a food nap, wake up and still kinda smell what you ate?

That’s Yusuke

It just kinda sticks to him sometimes

It’s never really bad but you’re always gonna subconsciously know what this guy ate for lunch and it’s a little weird

The detergent smell comes from the fact that he trains/fights a lot

I seriously doubt Keiko or Atsuko tolerate the smell of Yusuke’s sweaty ass for longer than they have to so they’re gonna wash his clothes the moment it gets bad

And you bet your ass they’re using the extra strength stuff

It low key bothers Kurama and high key bothers Hiei

Demon noses are sensitive so they always know when laundry day has passed, much to their dismay 😔

Now why would he smell like Keiko’s perfume if he’s not Keiko???

You ever hug someone so hard you still smell their perfume/cologne? Or just hung around someone so much your clothes start to smell like them a bit?

That’s why Yusuke smells a bit like Keiko

All his friends tease him about this fact. All of them.

Basically Think of Yusuke like an odor absorbing sheet, cuz he kinda just smells like the people and places around him

Now slight spoilers here

Yusuke’s part demon

Tbh it weirdly doesn’t affect his natural scent as much as you’d expect it to

He just tends smells like he lives out in the mountains by himself and chooses not to bathe often

Again, he’s a sweaty boy so for some reason his demon blood amplifies the natural musk in his sweat

I don’t advise being near him after a workout session if you have a sensitive nose

The stank is strong with this one after training 😖

Kuwabara:

Top notes: cat(in a good way), sweat, pomade

Bottom notes: cat(in a bad way), hair spray, cigarette ashes

Eikichi is his baby. Period.

He cuddles and pampers her on the daily so he’s gonna smell like they little kitty

She’s thankfully a clean cat so it’s tolerable

That being said….

If you’ve ever been around a cat owner…specially AFTER they’ve cleaned the litter box…

Yeeeeah….its not great

But that’s why it’s a bottom note

it doesn’t hit your nose hard or even at all if he’s careful but cat 💩 has a way of punching you in the face when you least expect it

Sacrifices must be made to keep princess Eikichi happy

I don’t make the rules, I just enforce them on Kazuma Kuwabara’s behalf 💅

Anyway!

Another sweaty boi 🙄(Affectionate)

He sweats the most out of everyone on the team so he smells just a smig worse the guys after an intense training session

Not that you could tell cuz they all smell kinda bad after training 💀

This dude is rocking a pompadour on the reg so the smell of pomade and basically all his other hair products is just permanently apart of him

You could bathe him using the most powerful shampoos and chemicals and the smell of pomade would never leave him

It’s permeated down into his bones

Hope you don’t mind that 😁

Now I believe both his sister AND father smoke around him

Cigarette smoke just has this annoying habit of seeping it’s smell into your clothes

He doesn’t mind it tbh but sometimes people assume he’s the one who smokes cuz he just smells like someone who does smoke

He weirdly enjoys it

It boosts his punk/yankee image

It’s also an excuse for him to hang around Shizuru more

Not that he’s ever needed one to be around his big sis ❤️

Kurama:

Top notes: roses, musk(in a good way), vanilla

Bottom notes: musk(in a bad way), old wood, damp grass

This one’s a no brainer, the dudes main weapon is called a rose whip, of course he’s gonna smell like roses!

Tbh he just generally smells like the inside of a florist shop but rose is the one that sticks out the most

On days where he’s calm and melancholy though, he weirdly smells like you’re sitting in an open field of wet, dewy grass

That smell is always naturally there

But sometimes that’s all you’ll smell

Like he’s trying to erase even his very scent…but he can never fully do it…

He also smells like Vanilla!

Why? Because his mom used to make cookies for him a lot as a kid

Cute right?

🙂

She use to make them a lot because it was one of the ONLY ways she could get him to listen to her when he was little

Then after the accident that caused Kurama to begin to love his mother with all his heart, he helps make them

The smell of vanilla just kinda seeped into his skin

While he has made them a lot in the past, he hasn’t yet perfected the recipe

He noted this when his mom got sick and he made the cookies to make himself feel better

They just did not taste like the ones his mom make…they only smelled like them…

ANYWHO!

He smells musky!

Like…really musky…

Sometimes it’s good, like it’s a very calming natural musk that, depending on who you are, is gonna be a very attractive smell!

…but here’s the thing…

He’s a fox…a fox demon sure, but still a fox

…you ever smell a fox…?

It’s not exactly the best smell in the world…

They’re often described as smelling “Musky and skunky”

So to give you an idea of what being around Kurama is like, imagine this…

Sometimes he smells like a flower shop that’s right next to a bakery 😌

Other times…he smells like someone who was hot boxing inside a hollowed out tree…and roses…

It was so bad when he was in middle school that there was a brief point that his family, classmates and teachers legitimately thought he was secretly smoking weed and maybe that was even why he was always so calm

Thankfully he was able to prove his innocence…but he still just naturally smells…odd

Demons just naturally have a strong smell (see Hiei’s section for more), but given that he’s living a a “human” in the human world, getting a sniff of him is always just jarring wether you’re human or demon

It’s like Yoko and Shuichi are in a constant war over what Kurama is supposed to smell like so he’s always striking the weird balance of smelling pleasant and smelling like he lives in a cabin full of plants and foxes

Hiei(and really all his other demon friends)is the only one that it never bothers

Everyone else is weirded out by it but honestly, you get use to it after a while

It’s an odd combination of smells for sure, but it’s calming

He truly gives the vibe of a chill man who smokes weed in the woods with animals, smell and all

Hiei:

Top notes: ashes/smoke, a forest after it rains, something akin to demon musk

Bottom notes: blood, sweat, brimstone

Let’s start with the nice ones

He smells like a forest before, during and after a rain storm all at once 😌

Calming but chaotic all at all once

Very pleasant ☺️

He’s also got a naturally smoky smell

Now that sounds good right?

Yeah it can be

But sometimes…that smokiness reminds you he’s not a human…

Especially when that ashy, Smokey smell mixes in with the natural brimstone bottom note smell he has

He’s a fire demon and his natural burning fire and brimstone smell is your first reminder/warning

He also smells like blood and sweat

It’s not always a strong smell…but it’s always there

The sweat is innocent enough, he trains daily. Training a lot makes you sweaty

The blood though…

He grew up with killing being a necessary skill you learned and he sometimes did it for fun

So after years of fighting and killing, the smells of blood and burning corpses is just part of his natural scent

A huge part of his natural scent though is also something humans won’t be able to fully comprehend

He’s a demon born and raised in the demon realm so he is gonna smell like the demon realm

Obviously if you’re human you’re just not gonna understand what that smell even is, but something in the back of your head knows it’s not “normal”

As stated with Kurama, demons naturally have a strong smell and Hiei’s is stronger than Kurama’s when you notice it

The closest a human could get to describing his demonic smell is this:

Imagine living with a wild animal that lives inside a volcano

Even then that sentence isn’t correct

There’s just not a proper way for a human to explain what a demon smells like

A demon though absolutely can though!

But they’re not at all helpful!!!

If you ask someone like Jin or Chu to describe Hiei’s scent this is how they respond…

“Oh, he smells like a fire demon!”

🧍‍♀️

So helpful guys…

Asking Kurama isn’t any better but he at least TRIES

The way he explains it is a demon’s scent always delivers information

Species, age, sex, status, ect

It’s basically their ID card that everyone has access to at all times

And Hiei’s scent tells everyone “I’m a fire demon that WILL kill you if I deem it necessary”

And if you think about that…it makes sense!

Think about it

This little guy has access to a flaming dragon that’s composed entirely from the flames of the deepest pit of hell

MF basically smells like the inside of hell!

His scent is as aggressive and abrasive as he is

But if you get use to it, if you like it, it’s very calming

It’s a scent that’s constantly reminding you that you’re in the presence of a fire demon that could incinerate you instantly, but said demon is also a calm, quiet person that’s content with minding his own business in peace

[babygirl-kaoru]

Wataei/Reader Threesome HCs

Contains: Wataru x Eichi / Watari, Dom!Wataru, Trans!Eichi, Switch!Eichi, penetration, double penetration, dumbification, mild degradation

Reader: Gender neutral, no pronouns or terms used. Both AFAB and AMAB genitals referenced. 2/3 sub, 1/3 Dom.

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Just imagine having a threesome with Wataru and Eichi... Seriously, talk about an ego booster. A billionaire idol and his insanely talented boyfriend decided that they wanted you to have sex with them. They could seduce anyone they wanted, but they specifically chose you. That alone is a testament to how awesome and sexy you are.

Anyway, moving on. They’re both willing to adapt to any role you want them to play. If you want to team up with Wataru and take control of Eichi, he would be delighted, his boyfriend does have two perfectly good holes after all. But if you would prefer to submit to Wataru as well, that can certainly be arranged. Maybe you even want both of them to dominate you, that’s reasonable if you’re feeling ambitious~

Eichi likes to be treated rough, so don’t hesitate to grab his hair and force him to take more of your cock, or hold his head against your cunt and make him service you. Wataru has no problem sharing, either, if you want to fuck Eichi too. You can bite or spank him wherever you like, as often as you like. Actually, please give him a mark or two as a memento. He gets off on the thought of someone seeing your love bites on his skin, or noticing that his thighs or arms are bruised like somebody grabbed them hard. He’ll certainly be leaving some marks on you too, scratching your back on purpose to provoke you into fucking him harder. If you’re not so sure about hurting him, that’s fine. He’d be just as happy if you wrote on his skin in marker, recording how many times he came from having his holes ruined, signing your name, or even writing his unofficial title: “Wataru and [name]’s Slut.”

Then again, you might not want to dominate Eichi at all. If that’s the case, don’t worry, you can lay back and let Wataru take care of you both. There’s just the small (or not-so-small) problem of how huge his cock is. It’s intimidating whether you have experience or not. Either way, Eichi understands that feeling, he did experience it himself once upon a time. He doesn’t mind going first, letting you watch Wataru fuck him to prove that there’s nothing to be afraid of. That said, it’s not long before he forgets his original intentions of reassuring you and only cares about getting railed like the whore he is. But watching your friend moan and cum with a brainless, delirious smile just makes you more excited for your turn. Wataru is more than capable of satisfying you both at the same time, using a vibrator to push Eichi even further while he fucks you on his cock. He’d be so happy to see you and Eichi get along as well, holding hands and kissing or fondling each other. Even when he’s finished, he doesn’t stop kissing your precious faces and cooing over how cute you both are.

But if you think you’re up to the task of satisfying them both, you’re in for a nice treat. Both of them can get quite rough and demanding, but they’ll leap at the chance to spoil you too. Eichi will kiss your cheeks and hold your legs apart, reassuring you that you’re in very good hands while Wataru takes his sweet time pushing his cock into you. They both bombard you with praise, telling you how you’re such a good little toy for them. You’ve still got to attend to their needs too, though. Eichi will hold your head and have you eat him out while Wataru bends you over the bed; alternatively, if you’re lying on your back, he’ll sit on your face so you can serve him. He makes sure to sit facing Wataru so he gets a perfect view of both of you, and he’ll reach out and jerk you off or rub your clit if he can. If you’re AFAB, he might even pull out the strap-on and fuck whatever hole Wataru isn’t using. Not just anyone gets this privilege, though, so you better say thank you~

By the time all three of you are satisfied, Eichi is completely spent and needs the most attention. Wataru doesn’t mind leaving to get water, snacks, towels, etc, leaving you to cuddle with Eichi and praise him for a job well done. You’ll most likely end up showering with one or both of them, Eichi’s fancy ass shower is definitely big enough for three (and there’s so many knobs, you’ll never find the right one on your own.) The housekeeping staff is already changing the sheets for you too, so you can all get right in bed once you’re all clean. You’re not getting away without any post coitus snuggles, that’s the best part. When you’re nice and warm under the blankets, with an exhausted but satisfied body and two lovely people on either side of you, you’re guaranteed the best sleep of your life. All three of you will certainly be in agreement: this needs to happen again sometime soon.

[lilsocksiswriting]

Is It A Sex Thing?

Fandom: Haikyuu

Paring: Reader X Sakusa, Reader X Meian

Summary: After what you have dubbed 'The Sakusa Incident', Meian shows up on your doorstep to answer all the questions you have about vampires.

Warnings: Timeskip spoilers, no Beta, Dark Content, slight dub con, blood and biting.

Tags: lots a fantasizing, fingering, handjobs

Word Count: 5.3k

Masterlist || Chapter One

In the end, it was Sakusa who broke. He’s not like Bokuto, he didn’t have that kind of  self-control.

 Bokuto could whine, he could beg, he could stands there in the middle of the court staring longingly as you pass them to buy, imagine sinking his fangs into your soft flesh or something lewd about your thighs, but he would never act on his urges. 

 Sakusa however was already putting a plan into action. Just go about a practice like everything was fine. Mention ramen to Hinata loud enough for Bokuto to hear. Soon enough everyone was excited to go out  for ramen and you couldn’t come because you were staying late. Of course Meian asks if you wanted him to grab you to go order before they can leave. Sakusa then falls a few steps behind pretending to check his bag and says something about forgetting his knee pads in the locker room which was conveniently attached to the clubhouse where your office was. It won’t take long to loop back and get them and the ramen shop was just a street over so  he can catch up. No need for everyone to wait up fro him.

 You were still in your office, getting ready for a meet and greet before a game next week. You don’t even hear Sakusa slip into your office. You nearly jump out of your skin when you turn around and from organizing some papers laid out on your desk. The wing spiker was nearly on top of you, just a few feet separate you two. You can’t place why but he’s looking on edge. But of course, he was. It was  flu season and there were going to be a lot of fans there. Lots of hands to shake and hive five. Lots of gifts to receive and thank yous to give. It was an introverted nightmare. 

 ��Sakusa! You could have literally given me a freaking heart attack.”

 “I forgot my knee pads. But I saw that you were still here,” the prepared lie doesn't roll off his tongue as easily as he thought it would. At some point during the day you had thrown your hair up leaving your neck on full display.  

 Again, you chalk the tone up to him being fretful about the toll socializing takes on him right before a game. Which you were working on. It was why you were staying late. You were trying to push the meet’n’greet up so he and the rest of the team could rest a bit before the game. 

 “WellI’m glad you stopped by. I wanted to ….”

 Whatever else you were saying Sakusa did not hear. He’s thinking of how you probably wouldn't be so glad to see him if you know why he was really here. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be doing this. Sakusa knows that he should have told Meian that he was having a hard time with his urges. Once he made the plan this morning he had to follow through.He can never just leave things unfinished.  And now here he is, in your office, all alone with you, control slipping little by little, and consequences of his actions seeming further and further away. 

“Sakusa?” you wave a hand in front of his face. He catches your wrist in a grip that’s a little too tight for your comfort. He opens his mouth to say something, or maybe just to take in a deeper breath, and you see them.

 ‘He’s one of them.’

 Two sets of fangs that could almost be mistaken for abnormally sharp canines if you wanted to try and be in denial of what is right there in front of you. You want to touch them. prick your finger and see how wild that drives someone who is usually so in control like Sakusa. But you don’t think that’s the best idea. The man already looks like he’s about to pounce 

 “Umm, Sakusa …I- “ you what? You were coming up blank with trying to think of a reason to be scared or uncomfortable. Yes, you were feeling these things but you don’t want Sakusa to back off.  

 He doesn’t respond,  only acts. That’s all he can do because if he tries to speak right now Sakusa is afraid that will give away how he knows he shouldn’t be doing this. He steps forward once, twice until you bump against the edge of your desk. Sakusa grabs your other wrist and holds both of them against the edge of the desk effectively trapping you in place. 

 Sakusa leans forward, resting his face in the crook of his neck. You can feel the unsteady puffs of air as he breathes. All you can think is that he’s going to bite you and bleed you dry. That’s what vampires do right? You feel a chill run up your spine. The idea of going out like that  should scare you and only scare you, but it excites you too.

 “I can’t hold back any more y/n. I try and try but fuck,” Sakusa curses, something  you don't usually hear from him and God does it sound downright sinful. His voice is tight, like he’s about to snap, but begging for permission to.

 “Sakusa…” you try to say something, anything again. Feeling his uneven breaths against the pulse of your neck. “Sakusa, what are you going to do to me?”

 ‘What are you doing to me?’

 You feel like you are watching Bokuto and Meian again. A familiar ache settling between your legs. Enamored by the fact that these men have fangs like in all the movies and books you read as a teenager. But this is not a book. This is real life. This is a man, creature? This is Sakusa  who could very well kill you. But you can’t seem to accept that. Sakusa was your friend too and he would never do that. 

 “I’m going to bite into you,” He says like he’s finally accepting that for himself too. 

 Sakusa runs his tongue along your neck. You tense up while a moan slips from Sakusa and holy fuck does that sound just as good as him cursing. 

 Yup, you were done for. You are about to be preyed upon by a real vampire. And you know what? you might be fine with that? It was something that you had been dwelling on ever since you saw Meian rack his fangs along Bokuto’s neck as he desperately fucked his captains fist. You should be scared of them, revolted, tuning in your two weeks notice and running from the nearest church. But here you are craning your neck for Sakusa who is moaning more at the submissive act.

 Sakusa doesn’t know rather be thankful or concerned that you are doing this. If you put up a fight, then maybe would have come to his senses. But you’re not and you taste so good already, and he’s already so close to having your blood on his tongue. Sakusa slips his hands down from your wrists to intertwine them with your fingers as he opens his mouth for the bite.

 “Kiyomii.”

 Fuck.

 You and Sakusa both jump apart. When Sakusa turns his body to face the doorway where Meian’s stern voice came from, you see Atsumu, Bokuto, and Hinata standing behind him.

 You swallow again. Meian looks pissed.  The sort that makes his face dead calm. His stern eyes trained on Sakusa pinning him to his spot beside you.

 You are suddenly aware of your breathing, rough and deep. Were you even breathing before? You focus on managing your breathing as you assess the situation. Meian had Sakusa just before he bit you. He had caught Sakusa about to bite you. Something you remember is strictly forbidding Bokuto to do. 

 “Meian I- “

 “Don’t,” is all the captain has to say to shut Sakusa up.

 Meian steps further into the room followed by the rest. Atsumu is the first to get to you. He wraps you up in a warm hug. His chest is like a wall between you and Sakusa that feels like cotton and smells like Irish spring.

 “What do ya think yer doin’ Omi-omi? Forcing yourself on y/ like that.”

 “Yea you could have seriously hurt her!” Hinata sounds a lot more  worried than angry.

 “I-I’m sorry,” Sakusa says, looking between you and Meian. “I know I should have told you I was having trouble controlling myself, but...”

 “But you didn’t,” Meian finishes for him.

 Sakusa looks like a dog with his tail tucked between his legs in shame. You had to say something. After all, this wasn’t all his fault. When you try to speak, the admission comes out of a mumble into the setter’s chest.

 “What was that?” Atsume asks, losing his grip just a tad like he was giving you the space to speak up. 

 Everyone’s eyes are on you as you swallow your embarrassment and confess to a room of vampires, “I- I liked it. I liked it. I was going to let him. ”

 There are a long few beats of silence. Was it that weird to get a little (A lot) turned on by the prospect of being bitten? Of course, it was. Right? You think back to Bokuto’s desires for you that went beyond biting. But what about the rest? Did they just see you as a mouth-watering meal they weren’t allowed to touch? Did Meian see you as that and only that?

 “Wait, really?” Hinata asks, hopeful and practically bouncing on his feet.

 You nod, beginning to feel a little bolder but before you can say anything else Meian speaks up again. 

 “I think it’s best if we give y/n some time to wrap her head around all of this.”

                                    ____________________

 And they did give you space. A little too much space. That very night after the Sakusa incident your boss called you to ask how you were feeling. Apparently, Meian had noticed you looked a little sick today. You tried to weasel your way out of it, too much work to do and all. But your boss wasn’t having it. Working while sick would only make things worse for yourself. And it wasn’t like taking a few days off would be the end all be all for the team.  He assumes that will be something Tomas and Branes get up to.

  You were now on day two of your sick days. Your second day just lounging at home in an oversized tee shirt and underwear, slowly going insane. 

 The group chat was silent. no matter how many times you texted it and no one, not even Meian, was answering your calls. You can’t wait to get back to work where no one, not even Meian, can ghost you. They would have to answer all your questions then. The questions that you had made a list of and printed out. Currently laying neatly on your desk in your home office. 

 As it turns out you never had to wait until you went back to work because the captain himself shows up on your doorstep with your favorite take out in hand. An apology, but one that you will not accept so quickly. Crossing your arms over your chest you do not move from the doorway to give him room to enter.

  Instead you ask, “Do I need to invite you? Is that how it works?”

 Meian rolls his eyes, “You know that’s not how it works.”

 And you did. If that was true Atsumu would have to ask every time before barging into your office and Meian would have to ask to come in even though he had a spare key to your apartment  in case of emergencies. 

 But you weren’t going to back down yet. “Well, I wouldn’t know since no one seems to want to answer me.”

 “Which is why I am here on your doorstep, begging for forgiveness the best way I know how,” he holds up to bag .

 “Food is the way to my heart,” You note as the facade of being angry with Meian begins to slip. It was a hard act to begin with. You could never be angry with the captain for too long. “But it won’t answer my questions.”

 “Which is where I come in. I’m here to answer all of them.”

 “All of them? I have listed you now .”

 He scoffs, “Yea I figured. Probably typed in Times New Roman and double spaced.”

 “You know me all too well. Get in here. We have a lot to catch up on.”

 You wouldn’t tell Meian out right but you're relieved. The fear had been in the back of your mind all day. You were afraid that this kind of big revelation would change everything. But you and Meian sit on the sofa eating the takeout he brought over like it was any other night you two had dinner at your place. You two laughed and talked about nothing in particular between  him answering each and every question on your list. The interrogation doesn't even feel like that. It felt like a normal conversation with him. The kind that made you smile and relax back into the sofa

 The mood did shift when you came to the second to last question on your list, “So um, pretty obvious that you all, or most of you want to bite me…. among other things, but right now I want to know why you didn’t feel like you could tell me, “You try and leave it at that, but the rest of the words just came tumbling out with it. “I thought we were close like that, all of us, not just you and me. So….it just makes me feel like we aren’t? But I know that’s not true.”

 Meian rubs the back of his neck sinking into the sofa and mirroring your position but stares up at the ceiling. “The thing is I wanted to tell you. I think that we all just feared how you’d react to it. That’s why I wanted to ease you into it and not have you find out in the literally worst way.”

 “I wouldn’t say it was the worst way to get confirmation of what I already suspected to be true….” You say quietly but Meian ears pick up on it., but he tries not to look too hopeful by it.

 “We were all just trying to be cautious. We didn’t know how you’d react to the existence of vampires.”

 “Do you really think I would run for the hills?”

 “It’s what Hajime Iwaizumi did when he found out Toru Okiawa was a vampire. They both fled Japan after that.”

 “Why does that name sound familiar…. Doesn't he play Volleyball in San Juan?”

 “Yes, he does. But staying on topic. We were all trying to be as cautious as possible because the last thing we want is to scare you or make you feel like you can’t trust us anymore. We all decided early on that above all else we wanted to keep the friendship we’ve made. We all want to feed on you, but not if that means making you in any way uncomfortable or scared of us.”

 ‘Feed on me. Biting me. Bokuto’s fat cock. Bokuto’s desperate pleading voice, Sakusa's desperate face, his tongue running along my neck. What is wrong with me? Meain is sitting here saying the most heartwarming stuff and I'm thinking about dick.’

 “Y/N, stop spacing out on me.”

 “Is it a sex thing?”

 “What?”

 “Feeding on people. Is it like a turn-on for vampires? I know you said that you have to have blood to live among humans, but well…you know what no. I bet you know since you all have super senses.”

 Meian suppresses a smile because it is kinda cute when you get all huffy. 

 “When you were…’ taking care of’ Bokuto the other day you both seemed to not just wanna feed on me.”

 Meian could tease you, make you tell him exactly what you mean. Describe in detail  the way you saw him pleasuring Bokuto. But this wasn’t why he was here. He was here to answer all your questions and lay everything off the table then see how you wanted to move forward.

 “It can be. Arousal changes the taste, makes the blood savory, and some vampires like that. It’s just rare to come by.”

 “It is?” you feel your stomach drop a little. So maybe you were an odd one out.

 “Yea, it’s not very arousing if it’s not fun for both parties.”

 Ah, that made sense, and it makes you even more curious. You had stayed up late last night thinking about what it would be like to be fed upon while being fucked. If the others hadn’t found you and Sakusa in time. If he had bent you over your desk and continued to give in to his  urges. If you had stepped out of your office that day. Helped Bokuto through the frenzy he had worked himself into with Meian’s large hands spreading you open. Or it could be just Meian.  Just the man who you had been friends with since your university days. Who you knew before he became MSBY’s Iron Wall and captain. Meian sinking down between your legs and working you with his fingers and tongue. Praising you about how cute every little sound you make, amazed at how wet you are for him, and how good you taste after digging his fangs into the fat of your thigh. 

 “Y/n you’re spacing out again.”

 “Right, sorry I was just thinking?”

 “Care to share?”

 “Can you try it on me? feeding that is, like you all want to?” there is a long moment of silence causing you to grow anxious and sputter out more words to fill it.” I just, well I’ve been curious, really curious about what it would feel like.  And, like, I don’t wanna get your hopes up because you’re right; I won’t know if I like it or not until I actually try it. But I think I really would like it and I can’t think of anyone better to try it with. I trust you and I know that whatever the outcome  it won’t change our friendship.”

 Meian almost can’t believe what he’s hearing but he knows that he needs to say something because the longer he stays quiet the more anxious you will get. 

 “Really?”

 “Umm, yea. But if it’s something that your aren’t ready- “

  “Fuck no, i mean yes. I’m ready. Fuck  you are amazing y/n”

 “Alright so we’re doing this then?.”

 “Yes,” Meian nods and gets up to try the couch offering a hand to you. “Though I don’t think that your living room couch is the right place for this.”

 “Right, bedroom then?”

 “Bedroom, '' he agrees. 

 Meian leads you to your bedroom and clicks the door shut behind you too. In the soft glow of your bedside lamp, he sees you as looking so soft and eager. Meian lays you down on your comforter, slipping a knee between your legs. He hovers above you just taking a moment to stare down at the sight just in case he won’t get to see you like this again.

 “I’m going to take it  slow ok. And you tell me if I need to  stop.”

 You didn’t know that by going slow Mien meant teasing the ever-living shit out of you, or at least that’s what it felt like. Meian starts at your neck, kissing and giving the nape of your neck kitten licks all while his fingers slip under the bottom on your tee shirt. His hand came to rest on your hip, thumb stroking the warm skin.

 Your hips shift looking for some sort of friction from the thigh between your legs. Mercifully Meian presses his leg into you giving you something to grind against. Your moan is high pitched. You push your hips up grinding against him. This soon proves to be not enough, you need more. You can’t cum like this and by the looks of things Meian is going to continue to take his sweet time. Sure his mouth is getting sloppier and you’ve started to feel the light scrap of fangs against your neck , but nothing to indicate him actually going to  bite you or giving you something more than a freaking knee to grind against. 

 “Meian,” Your voice gives away how you are on the verge of tears. 

 He pulls away from your neck to ask, “You want me to stop?”

 You shake your head, “no!”

 This earns a chuckle from the vampire that you feel rumble in his chest. “That’s what I thought. Fuck you’ve soaked through my pants.”

 “I what-“Before you can get the rest of the question out, Meian shows you. He pulls his knee away just enough to feel the cool air of your room against the wet patch in your underwear. Oh, holy fuck. Have you ever been this wet? How could you just be gushing down there from some sloppy hickies and a well placed me? 

 “Meian, please. I can’t take the teasing anymore.”

 “I’m not teasing, I told you I’m going slow."

 “Yeah well it feels like you are teasing me and you’re going to make me cry.”

 You knew he hated to see you cry. You feel him smirk against your skin.  Meian hated to see you cry right? That being said he never saw you cry in frustration because you weren’t getting off. 

 “I don’t know. I kind of like the way your voice sounds. All wobbly and tight. So exasperated because you can’t get yourself off,” Meian’s voice is low which doesn’t help but to make the ache between your legs worse.

 “Meian pleaaase,” Your hand fists the cotton of his shirt. You try to pull him closer but he stays put. “Please I need more.”

 “Fuck, it’s so good to hear you beg like that y/n. Can I touch you?”

 “Yesyesyes.”

 You arch into Meian's touch as pulls aside your underwear and pushes his fingers between your slick folds. Meian lets out a shaky breath against your neck. You are downright irresistible. Maybe he should have given everyone a little more credit. It's driving him crazy to have you under him writhing and moaning as he plays with your clit. To have you begging him for more.

 Meian’s fingers take on a pattern. The smooth circles across your clit that makes you see stars. It’s slow, but you can feel your orgasm building. You can feel yourself getting lost in the pleasures that just mounting and mounting. Making your head fuzzy and body tinglingly and light. This was far better than anything you could imagine. Mostly because for as long as you stayed up trying to get yourself off to all those imaginary scenarios you could never reach fruition. 

 “Can I bite you know?” Meian’s voice sounds rushed and breathless.

 “Yes, please. Wanna know…” You swallow thickly, “Wanna know what’s like.”

  And Meian did too. He wanted to know how you really taste. He wanted to feel your body come undone under him. He needs to know if you find pleasure and enjoyment in being fed on just as much as he does. 

 Feeling the graze of his fangs your toes curl but your body doesn’t tense. Your body was ready for this, excited for it even.  You pull on Meian’s shirt again to pull him closer. Craning your neck to the side to give him more room. 

 The vampire wonders if you know how rare it is to find someone like you. How lucky he was. How lucky the rest of the vampires on the MSBY team are. To have such a hard-working manager who would be their human. Who’s excited and so eager to give them the kind of blood they all crave.

 Meian speeds up the way his finger is moving over your clit making you blood pump faster. 

 “Meian, of fuck. M’gonna cum, gonna cum. Meain,” you warn a mounting voice

 The moment that Meian sinks his fangs into your neck the world stills into what feels like an endless moment. It hurts. There is a pain that you can only describe sharp and burning.  But it’s good. Fuck does it feels good. It’s the pain in your neck that pushes you over the edge. Meian continues working your body through orgasm. Your head is swimming as he takes from you while continues to move his finger against your clit. But you can still hear his own moans rumbling against your neck. Like he’s biting into a five-course meal. 

 It’s not until your orgasm fully leaves your body that Meian’s unlatches himself from your neck.  You blink slowly coming back to reality. Meian hovers above you, hands no longer on you, He was staring down at you. Lips parted as he catches his breath. You note how you can still see his fangs and the smear of your own blood on the corner of his mouth. He doesn’t look as happy as you thought he would having finally been able to taste what he's been craving for so long.

 “Y/n?”  His voice mimics the worried expression.

 “Holy fuck. I hate you. How dare you keep such a mind-blowing thing from me. That was-wow. I can’t believe I came so much. I feel so good right now Meian”

 Meian finally cracks a smile and helps you sit up. He leans against the headboard and pulls you into his lap, you relax into his hold and let him lick at the spot on your neck where he bit you so he can help it heal over faster.  How did he explain it earlier? Your head still a little muddles but you think it was something about healing the skin fastor?

 “You didn’t take much”

 He hums,” I told you we don’t”

 “Yea but I thought it’s more than a few gulps.”

 “It’ll feel like a lot more than a few gulps when it’s five of us feeding on you,” Meian warns but then resizes what he's said and quickly adds,” That is if you want to. You don’t have to”

 “Oh no, I want to. We might have to make a feeding schedule, but I think being-how did you phrase it?”

 “You’ll be our human.”

 ‘Our human.’ Yes, you liked the sound of that.

 “Right, your human. It will be nice, but, “ you wiggle out of Meian's loose grasp and make yourself room between his thighs then point to the bulge still present in his pants. “This won’t do. I get you get good food out of this, but I don’t think it’s fair. After all, didn’t you just say a while ago it’s not really a good meal if both parties aren’t having fun? And that doesn’t look fun. It looks painful.”

 It was. His dick had been straining against his pants since he began to feel you soaking through them and he hasn’t been able to make it go away. 

 “You don’t have to sound like you're scolding me.”

 You cross your arms over your chest and double down on the tone. “I am  scolding you. But I also want to know if you want a hand with it.”

 “I would very much love you to help with my hard-on.”

 “Then come on, shimmy shimmy,” you gave a little wiggle then  lean over him to your bedside table and pull out a small bottle of lube from the dresser drawer. Given what just transpired you don't; feel at all ashamed if Meian catches a glimpse of the small collection of vibrators you keep in there along with a few condoms. 

 Meian did as he was told. He Unbuttons his pants then lifts his hips to push them down enough for his cock to spring free. He lets out a sign of relief with it finally being freed. You settle yourself back between his thighs, making sure he’s comfortable too, then pop open the cap and pour a generous dollop of the lube into the palm of your hand. Meian sucks in a breath between between his teeth, the lubes makes your hand cool but fuck does it feel amazing when when you wrap your hand around the base.

 You give one experimental stroke from the base to the tip to spread the lube. You bite the bottom of your lip and continue the slow strokes, getting used to the feel of his cock in your loose fist. He’s big. There is no denying that, but you have a sinking feeling Bokuto's bigger than he is.By taking your time you can feel when he cock twitches or the way he tense like he’s trying not to buck his hips into your hand. 

 How long had he thought of this? How many times had he thought your hands working him like this? In all the times that he thought about you pleasuring him he never could quite imagine what your face would look like. But he can now. You’re looking down at his erection with a slight look of bewilderment, biting your bottom lip , taking your sweet time and enjoying it. 

 “it’s…. Weightier than I thought it would be.”

 “Yea? Fuuuck , y/n I’m not going to last long like  this.

 You crack a crooked smile and look up to his face. He really did look like he was just about ready to cum. “But I've barely started.”

 “You’re just doing such a good job, I've just been dreaming about this for so long baby- “His voice cracks off into a moan and he tilts his head back.

 “Nu-uh, I wanna see your face when I make yon cum Meian,” You order softly.

 The vampire obediently dips his head to face you again. In return, you speed up the pace of your hand and apply a little more pressure. Meian opens his mouth like he wants to say something, mabey more  praise, but all that comes trembling out is a moan. You were going to like Meian like this. You’re loving the way his pupils are blown wide and the only one that seems to be able to focus is you. He literally looks like his mind is blank, drunk on the pleasure you are making the usually, a cool and calm captain is not even able to form a coherent thought, and just because you give him a handy?

 “y/n.”

 “Hmm?” you humm continues to study his face while you stroke him.

 “I’m cumming,” you feel his dick twitch in your hand again, “fuck, I’m cumming  baby.”

 Just like Meian ,had you worked him through his orgasm. Not stopping until you’re sure you’ve milked him dry. Your hand is left covered in cum.  A small laugh of disbelief sputters past your lips.

 “I’m going to go grab us some wipes for us. I wasn’t expecting that much cum.”

 You come back with a small pack of wet wipes and a hand that’s now clean. You pass the pack to the Meian setting, “for the lubey dick.”

 “Please don’t call it that.”

 You shrug, “it is what it is. 

 You crawl back onto bed. “So, I have one more question.” 

 It was the last question on your list.

 “Yea?”

 “What are you going to do to Sakusa? Or have you done anything yet?”

 Tucking himself back into his pants and fixing them Meian returns to leading against the headboard of your bed. “I haven’t apprehended him yet of your asking and I’m not quite sure really.”

 You perk up a bit. “So, you’re open to suggestions?”

 “Oh, you have an idea for a proper punishment?”

 “And a nice little surprise to let the rest know they now have a human,” you add.

 “So, what scheme do you have cooking in that head?”

 You make yourself comfortable, snuggling up to Meian  as he throws an arm around your shoulder and tucks you into his side.” I'm so glad you asked.”

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

“Honey, honey, it’s okay. Your mom will be back soon and things will be okay. Do you need a tissue?”

Princess Charlotte tried soothing the young Pleasantview princess, but Victoriana kept bawling anyway. Charlotte wasn’t even sure what she’d said exactly to make the girl cry, but the last thing she need was for Claudia to see her child crying while in her care.

“M-My mom hates me and I know whoever my other parent is, they hate me too,” Victoriana sobbed. “She leaves me alone all the time and she makes me wear this stupid hat and dye my hair! When she gets married, I’ll get sent to boarding school full time and never see my room and- and-”

“Breathe, just breathe. Your mom doesn’t hate you, no one could hate you,” Charlotte reassured her. “Let’s sit down and call for some tea. Would you like some tea?”

Where had all of this come from? In one moment, Charlotte was inviting the child to play a game with her and the next, Victoriana was sobbing uncontrollably. She may just be hungry or overwhelmed, but it certainly looked like this meltdown had a reason. Charlotte had enough experience with her little brother and her daughter, Isadora to not miss the signs of a meltdown.

“Yes, please,” the girl whispered, her sobbing calming slightly at the thought of tea. “Only...can it be hot chocolate? With marshmallows in it? Big ones?”

Charlotte smiled. Now she was getting somewhere.

“Of course. Do you need anything else? We can sit on the couches here and watch tv if you’d like. We could have one sent down and you can watch whatever you want until your mom’s done with her research. Then she can tell you herself how much she loves you.”

“C-can I call someone else?” Victoriana asked quietly. She toyed with the hem of her dress nervously. “They said I could call even if they were at work if I ever got sad. That they would always be nearby.”

Charlotte cringed thinking of all the ways this request could backfire. Castle security was tight, but calling in random strangers was still discouraged. Knowing Pleasantview, this could be a Trojan horse and the princess could sneak in an attacking force on her mother’s orders under the guise of sadness. It could be someone Claudia had banned her daughter from seeing and the girl was manipulating Charlotte into reuniting them. The tears had been rather  sudden.

Only....All of Charlotte’s intuition as a mother was screaming to call whoever Victoriana needed to feel calm. If Claudia were comforting Isadora, Charlotte would want her to listen to her daughter’s request. What harm could a twelve year old cause?

“Okay, give me the number, and I’ll dial it,” she promised.

Victoriana had barely said three words into the phone and the room was immediately enveloped with light. Charlotte tensed, seeing that the shimmering form in the light wasn’t familiar to her.

“Vicky! What’s wrong? Are you okay? Why are you wearing that silly hat? Come here and let me hug you.”

Victoriana ran into the waiting arms of her grandfather, squeezing him tightly.

“Grandpa! I missed you,” the girl cried, tears springing to her eyes once more. “Mom has been acting really weird and I think I’m dying and she hates me and I don’t want to die before I get to be queen.”

“Hey, hey. No one is dying today, I promise,” Ewan replied, keeping his tone soft. “I would know if you were dying and you definitely aren’t. What’s going on?”

Charlotte cleared her throat awkwardly, signalling her presence in the room. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize that we had a guest," Ewan said quickly, taking his focus from his granddaughter for only an instant. "Princess Charlotte I presume? You look just like your mother."

"Do you know her? Is she on your team?"

Charlotte knew the vaguest details about her reaper mother and that was it. They hadn't been allowed to see each other after her mother had been transferred to another team for fraternizing too closely with Pleasantview's royal family. Charlotte sometimes received written updates from her mother, passed along by other reapers, but she hadn't seen the woman in years. 

"Not my team, I'm afraid," Ewan answered. "I think they transferred her to headquarters where she won't be tempted by the living."

"Oh, I see."

Charlotte shifted awkwardly as the reaper focused entirely on his granddaughter. Even though this castle was where her family lived, she felt like she was intruding on a private moment. Clearly Claudia had inherited and passed along her sense of entitlement to other people's homes. Charlotte tried not to listen closely, but she could only pretend to be looking at a nearby bookshelf for so long. 

Victoriana described how she had started going grey a few months ago and how her eyes occasionally changed different shades of demonic out of her control. Charlotte was relieved to hear that this was likely the reason Claudia had barged into the archives and not anything sinister, but her heart broke for the scared child before her. No wonder she had broken down and asked for her grandparent to comfort her. Claudia had to be going insane with worry if her daughter and heir was in danger. 

"She's dyeing your hair?" Ewan asked, looking shocked at the information. "Why didn't she just talk to me? I can easily ask Life about what's happening. They can sniff out demonic energy in an instant or consult with their husband if it's a reaper problem. There's no need for her to be so stubborn."

"She seems to be insecure about these changes, thinking that you and her mom will hate her," Charlotte informed the reaper. "I told her that no one could hate her, but I know she'd rather hear that from you."

"Vicki, come here. No one in our family hates you. No one could. Who cares if you have some demonic powers? They could be cool, right? Some demons use their powers for good and it's not right to judge a whole species by a few bad demons. And your hair? I don't understand why it's changing, but that's cool as well. You're the only one in our family to inherit it and I'm so happy you did. It doesn't just belong to my father or his father, it belongs to us. You and me. I'd be proud if these changes are permanent and I'll be proud if they aren't. It’s a trait well known in the royal lineage which only makes your claim stronger. Besides, everyone's hair goes white eventually: you're just beating everyone else to it. We’re mature and regal compared to our peers."

"You're not mad?" Victoriana asked, looking relieved when Ewan shook his head. “You can ask Uncle Gee what’s wrong with me then? Can I come see him when you do? He tells the best stories.”

Ewan grimaced a little at the idea, but kept smiling.

“Honey, Uncle Gee is the Grim Reaper in front of mortals, remember? And he’s very busy, I may have to talk to him while you’re in school, but I promise I’ll talk to him soon.” He paused for a moment, giving Charlotte a wary glance. “Try not to repeat the stories he tells you to anyone else. I don’t think his tales about debauchery in second century Strangetown are appropriate for mortals or children.”

Charlotte couldn’t help smiling at the comment, even though it had very much not been directed at her. She had never really interacted with the Grim Reaper or his father, Death, but the world of the dead certainly seemed interesting.

“Here, let’s lose the hat,” Ewan suggested, walking to a nearby mirror. “Comb out your hair, that’s it. See doesn’t that look better? We match.”

The princess stared at her reflection carefully now that an adult had given her permission to accept what she saw in the mirror. Truthfully, it didn’t look all that bad. Her grandfather was right, they matched each other, though there was still the hint of dye clouding Victoriana’s hair. At least one of her features could be attributed to a relative now. Her skin was just like her grandmother’s and mother’s, and she liked to imagine that her original brown hair and brown eyes belonged to her mysterious other parent. Even if she didn’t know who they were, there was still some part of them in her DNA, linking them together. Who knew, maybe her mother or father had white hair just like her grandfather’s. In a family of blue, grey and gold eyes, Victoriana’s brown eyes surely came from her absent parent.

“Claudia Goldman. We need to talk.”

The once confident queen stopped dead in her tracks, instinctively reverting to a childlike submission at the tone in her father’s voice. It didn’t matter how many covens or armies she commanded or thrones she sat on, Claudia was Ewan and Anna’s daughter first and queen very much last.

She had just been returning for her child after some promising leads in the archives and the last thing she’d expected was to see her angry father waiting for her. When she had taken the throne, Claudia had had to add regal and historical names to her legal name, as well as her title as queen. Her name at birth was simply Claudia Goldman and that would be the name she used if she ever pursued dark or blood magic, since whenever her parents used it, she froze just like she was under a spell. There was nothing scarier than your parent calling you by your true full name.

“Daddy? What are you doing here?” Claudia asked, trying her best to look innocent. “No one has died here have they? Is the king alright?”

“Don’t give me that sad look, I’m not here on official business. I’m here because your daughter is afraid of you and that’s not how we function as a family. We raised you better than this.”

Claudia blinked, looking from her father to the daughter who was half hiding behind a floor length mirror, her long white hair exposed for the world to see. For her father to see.

“Daddy, I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to see this and be upset,” she pleaded. “I know that you and Mom don’t approve of me taking the throne and stepping away from a normal life. This doesn’t mean anything bad; I can fix this. I found some rare demons in our bloodline and if I can get their DNA from the archive, maybe I can fix what’s changing Victoriana.”

“Why on earth does everyone think I don’t understand how genetics work?” Ewan sighed. “None of this is your fault, Claudia. I look like my father because he’s my father. You look like my sister because she’s your aunt. We all share a gene pool that we don’t get to choose. It’s not your fault that my father was a bad man and that I look like him. You’re forgetting that I just looked like myself until I found out who he was and that I still look like myself today. I’m the parent here, it’s my job to worry and protect you from danger. I’m not going to love you any less if something changes my granddaughter that you can’t control. Nothing will make me love you any less, ever. And yes, your mother and I had simpler dreams for you, but you’ve been amazing as queen so far. You’re fair and strong and try to protect the people you love with everything you have. This is your destiny and we’re so proud of you. Just try to treat yourself and your daughter with that same kindness. You don’t have to hide things from me or your mother. I’ll talk to Gee or Lukas as soon as I can about this. It’s probably just genetics though, plain and simple. She’s growing up and things are changing like they do for all teens. Maybe she’s coming into her own powers from both you and her father and there’s nothing wrong with that. Maybe it’s something he could help you with. If you told him.”

Her mother and grandfather continued talking, but Victoriana remained laser focused on a single word. Father. She had a father. Her mother was marrying a woman, but Victoriana had a father. Finally! And her grandparents knew who he was on top of it all. Her mother would take this secret to the grave, but Victoriana knew exactly how to manipulate her doting grandparents into indulging her.

Her father didn’t know about her either. All those nights of wondering if her parent was thinking about her and how she was growing up were for nothing. Her father hadn’t rejected her, he’d never known about her in the first place! Who could it be? There were a number of warlocks her mother spent time with and of course there were men on the demonic council too that she was friendly with.

Her mother and grandfather were hugging now, so the princess tried to refocus on the matter at hand and not the fear and guilt she’d been feeling earlier. Would Miruna know who her father was? It would be weird to marry someone and never tell them who fathered your child. Her future step-mom knew, her grandparents knew, was Victoriana the only person in her family who didn’t know who her father was?

Was he a bad man like great-grandpa? The thought hadn’t occurred to her before, but maybe her mother was hesitant to tell Victoriana about her father because he was a bad person. Maybe he was a murderer or an assassin in league with the one her mother kept on staff but denied having. Or maybe a Great Demon, so old and feared, her mother wanted her to have nothing to do with him. Maybe she had already met her father and not known it. There was a teacher at school that her mother seemed close to. Maybe she wanted Victoriana to graduate first and then she’d tell them both so things wouldn’t be awkward at school.

There were endless possibilities regarding her paternity, but this clue was a massive step forward. She could now rule out an entire gender in her search for her parent.

“Come on kiddo, let’s go get some ice cream and debut your new look.”

Victoriana turned to look at her waiting grandfather and mother, who were gesturing towards the castle door and smiling at her. She smiled back, her fears and insecurities long forgotten. She was going to own her heritage and her new magic if she was actually growing into strange abilities. Her mother may be hunting down answers about Victoriana’s genetics, but Victoriana had her own mission. Armed with what little information she had, she was going to find her father.

[meenananya]

THE BASICS.

full name: ananya saowaluk. nickname(s): meena, meen. age: twenty - seven. date of birth: august 8th. gender & pronouns: cis woman, she & her. orientation: bisexual. languages: english, thai, mandarin. occupation: model & influencer ( fashion + lifestyle ). clubs in high school: captain of the cheerleading team.

ABOUT MEENA.

trigger warnings: drug use, death.

has always been your stereotypical rich kid. the head cheerleader, prom queen and part of the "popular crowd", dating someone from the sports team, the brat. everything had to go her way and if it didn't, meena would have a completely meltdown — or at least one reminiscent of one. which was too be expected coming from a household like hers.

her mother was never around, apparently she got hitched after divorcing meen's father and completely ditched the family she'd started. and her father? he was there, but .. not at the same time. any sort of attention or time he had always went to his work and thus, leaving meena in the care of revolving nannies.

of course, resentment seemed to grow as the years went on. always picking fights with her father, acting out and doing the exact opposite of everything he asked of her. they’d fight a lot — more like she fought — and as a way to put an end to every single one of them, her father merely handed her his card; hoping a little shopping would make the problem go away. it did.. for a while, but the bitterness and anger never seemed to subside. she’s got a handful of daddy issues.

when it came to school, meena's grades were nothing above average and the only reason she actually bothered to maintain them was for the sake of cheerleading—the one and only extracurricular activity she did and enjoyed. which showed in the way she'd manage to become captain and took her role extremely seriously.

the lack of attention she got at home managed to transfer into her school life — wanting to be the center of attention in every aspect of it. she kept her social circle big by ensuring she was hanging around with the types of kids everyone wanted to befriend and tried to mimic the image of a decent human being ... but, deep down. she's far from it.

if she didn't consider you anything more than just someone she hung out with, or simply didn't like you, meena made sure that she'd take every opportunity she could to humiliate you. whether it was by gaining trust and throwing whatever information she learned right back at you ( privately or publicly ) or doing things she knows would embarrass a person, she did it. though, meena always played innocent — brushing it off as if it were an accident or because she "didn't know it was a secret".

truthfully, she's just an ugly person on the inside and she knows it. that’s why, for the most part, she tries her best to play the role of the ‘nice’ girl and anyone with a set of eyes can see it’s a lie. call her out and watch it instantly drop.

meena, practically having no one but herself her whole life, tends to think of only herself. wanting everything to go her way and if they don’t, it’d lead to a fight more often than not. she’s dramatic, tbh.

can very snappy, sarcastic and says things that probably come off as insensitive. plus, her inability to take anything serious seems to get her in more trouble than what it’s worth.

can handle herself in an argument, but is definitely not a fighter. she’s the type to figure out how to hurt you in other ways. a petty and sneaky queen. also can hold a grudge and will not stop being mad at someone until she feels like she’s ready to get over it—which won’t happen if the other person doesn’t say sorry to her. 

she’s got her phone out at all times. whether it’s to take videos of her day or photos of what she’s doing —meena always needs it. 

recently moved back to oregon, begrudgingly, because she's gotten so used to having daddy around to fix her issues but deep down, he's the only family she had and couldn't handle actually being alone in life. does live alone, of course, but she's not too far from her father's place.

RELATIONSHIP TO CHRIS / THE PARTY.

to everyone else, they seemed to be pretty good friends. somehow always hanging around in the same circles, laughing and goofing off but deep down .. meena didn't really care all that much for him. he was just ... there. though, that didn't mean she liked him. much to popular belief, meena couldn't stand him and would count down the minutes she could leave whenever they were together. why did she hang out with him? simply because quantity was better than quality in meena's eyes. like most of the "friends" she kept around. the night of the party, meena was off doing what everyone else was doing — drinking, getting high, laughing about all the dares. in fact.. when chris never came up from the surface, she was the very last one to stop laughing because of how serious everyone seemed to get. because of how serious the situation was. ultimately, she was the very first person to agree with keeping his death a secret between everyone involved. she had too much going for her in life and wasn't going to let this be the reason it all came crumbling down. and when everyone agreed to pretend as if it never happened, that's truly what meena did — continuing to show up, live her life and with the way she held herself, no one would've expected she'd been involved in anything. even now, if meen has to talk about the situation, it's in the most insensitive way .. as if it were something minor as opposed to someone dying.

[dawntainbobbynash]

Bleeding Love

The shooting leaves Bobby drowning in pain and the past, but he has every reason to fight.

Whumptober Day Three - Hair’s Breadth From Death

Warnings: Past suicidal thoughts, implied/reference drug addiction, guns, blood

Bobby/Athena, Bobby & the 118, Bobby & the Grant family ~ 2.5k ~ AO3

He doesn’t have time to feel fear when he realizes that what he thought was a victim is instead a strategically placed mannequin, or the strange combination of unease and relief that he’s alone, or the vulnerability of missing his bulletproof vest, something that had felt more like a noose than a shield only the day before. He only feels suspicious in a way he’s never been before, his heartrate skyrocketing as he squints through the smoke, searching for the danger his every instinct is now screaming at him to run from.

He isn’t fast enough.

Before he can turn, almost before he can move, the shot goes off. It’s quieter than he thought it would be, and, for a split second, it’s not even painful. The bullet tears through him, into his back and out the front, and for one last, stuttering breath, there’s only shock. He almost doesn’t even realize he’s falling.

Then his body hits the floor.

The impact jars the pain to life. It explodes through him, stealing his breath with a harshness he hasn’t experienced since the day the floor crumbled beneath him and the fall broke his back, and all he can do once again is lie there, struggling to breathe, clinging to consciousness. The pain whites out everything, digging vicious claws into every ounce of self-control he’s ever possessed, and he wants to scream, he wants to pass out, he wants to grab his radio and answer his team’s distant calls and beg for help, but whatever shred of awareness is left tells him not to do any of that, that he can’t do any of that.

A voice reminds him why, and when he gathers enough of his wits to twist around and look, the blur of a gun and the face behind it fills him with a flash of rage. This is the man that shot Eddie. He’s the reason that he had to wait in the hospital during yet another surgery, the reason Buck had to exhaust himself taking care of Chris, the reason he had to give a talk to his nervous team and scared victims about the danger that could lurk above them on any call. He’s the reason he had to worry about Athena hunting a killer while stubborn silence kept them from looking each other in the eye, leaving him unable to assuage the fear not quite hidden in her eyes as she helped him put on the bulletproof vest he should never have needed.

He clings to that rage, using it as fuel, as a barrier to the pain. He tears off his helmet and mask, deciding clear communication and a human face are better than whatever protection they could offer from the fire or a bullet, and presses a hand to the bleeding exit wound, trying not to think about how there’s little he can do for the entry wound on his back. Someone is still calling for him – Chimney, he realizes now that he’s regained some clarity – and Ethan is ordering him to answer.

“And if I don’t, what? We burn?” Bobby snaps.

He looms closer, gun trained unerringly on Bobby. So much for hoping his courage would fail, up close and personal with his victim.

The word he’s used countless times throughout his life suddenly sends a shiver down Bobby’s back. Victim.

I’m the victim.

“Call ‘em in. Tell them you broke your leg or something. Do it.”

“Nah.” Bobby half drags, half pushes himself backwards, trying futilely not to look like he’s running away. “I think you’ve shot enough firefighters already.”

His back hits a column, and he really doesn’t have much choice but to stop and lean on it, his limbs shaking with the effort of moving just a few feet. His spurt of strength is fading, and as the conversation carries on, it becomes all too clear that Ethan is hellbent on dying here, concerned only with taking as many firefighters as possible with him. At least Bobby can claim the limited dignity of sitting up now when he retorts that nobody is coming in after him.

Part of his mind wanders at that. Is anybody coming in? The evacuation order had come in well before the shot – surely the police are on the scene by now, maybe even S.W.AT. Will they lead his team in, or block them from entering the building at all? Surely they would charge in regardless. It’s what he would do had this been one of the others. But then…

It’s not my team anymore, is it?

Ethan is enraged. He’s bleeding out. Chimney’s likely taken over by now. The rage is softening, yielding to pain, and with the pain comes the fear. The odds of him escaping this room are growing slimmer with every passing second, every spilled drop of blood, every breath that’s harder than the one before it. He can feel unconsciousness creeping up on him again, the chill of death lurking just behind it, a sensation he’s become all too familiar with in the years since his family’s deaths.

This feels like it did that night. It’s been a while since he’s been maskless in a fire like this one, and now that he is, now that he’s thinking about it, the sensations, the memories are overwhelming. The searing heat and acrid smoke all around him, making it hard to think, even harder to breathe, and his hands twinge at the phantom pain of gripping overheated, broken flooring. Somewhere, he thinks he hears screaming, the screams that have haunted him for so long now, and he clenches his eyes shut against them, against all of it, trying to force himself to focus.

Because it’s not over. It can’t be over. Death stalking around the corner had been a welcome thought once, a desired outcome, but not now. Not anymore. His team are fighting for him, he knows they are, and so is Athena. He has plans with Michael and David next week, and he had promised to help Harry with his science homework, and he can’t let May be the dispatcher who had sent him to his death. He has to fight this.

There has to be hope.

“It’s not too late,” he finds himself saying, forcing his eyes open. “You can still save yourself. And I can help you get out of here.”

And you can help me, he leaves unspoken. The idea of trusting this man like that, of trusting him to help carry him out of a burning building, fills him with an unsettling mix of revulsion and terror, but he shoves it aside. If that’s his only option, if that’s what it takes to get home to his family and keep himself between his team and harm’s way, then that’s what he’ll do.

Ethan doesn’t even bother refusing the idea, and his next words are lances to Bobby’s heart. “You ever think it’s just a waste of time, Captain?” he asks. “That some lives just don’t deserve saving?”

Oh, if only you knew.

The memories surge again as Ethan rants on, recounting a story about deadly mistakes, innocents trampled in the path of selfishness, and the wrong person surviving it all. The words dig in deep, burrowing straight into Bobby’s darkest insecurities, and his mind is tempted to wander again, not to the question of if anyone is coming, but rather if anyone should come. He’s tempted to give in to the pain, to the darkness, to reach for the family he lost in an effort to prevent anyone from the family he has now putting themselves in danger to save him.

But only for a moment. He takes the deepest breath he can manage and reaches for different memories. Happier memories. He renews the pressure on his wound and relishes the way his wedding ring digs into his finger, calling up memories of peaceful dates and rambunctious family nights, of the first time he kissed Athena as her husband and hugged Harry and May as their stepfather. He feels the weight of his gear on his back and remembers smiling faces awaiting his lovingly cooked meals, banter and uplifting words traded even in the darkest of times, a precious camaraderie he once thought he had lost with the fire.

These people had taught him how to live again, and he will not give up on them now.

“Everyone deserves to be saved,” he says, remembering Buck and Hen holding him as he cried, Chimney reminding him in no uncertain terms that he still had every reason to live, and Athena pulling him back from the edge. “We don’t choose who lives or dies. We save everyone we can.”

Everyone. Including me.

I want to live.

The words only incense Ethan further. “You think saving lives is a hard job?”

He doesn’t give Bobby a chance to reply, but it doesn’t matter. He’s proud of himself for saying it. He’s proud of himself for believing it. If this is truly the end, then he can die knowing that this family saved him in every way that truly matters.

And this is surely the end, he realizes as I want to live becomes a prayer, repeated over and over with every frantic heartbeat. “Try having to take them,” Ethan snarls, finger tightening on the trigger, gun pointing squarely at Bobby’s face. He swallows, decades of training and protocol and experience running uselessly through his mind, knowing there’s nothing he can do and no chance a sniper can miss at this distance, and sends up a final, desperate prayer for salvation.

And it comes.

Movement catches his eye just as he’s thinking a goodbye to his wife, to his stepchildren, to his family. He turns, almost convinced he’s imagining it, and the sight of someone walking through a wall of fire and swinging their gun up, shooting Ethan twice like some scene in an action movie that Harry would love but Athena would critique as unrealistic, does little to dispel the conviction. He watches Ethan fall, but he takes a breath only to tense up, squinting through the smoke again, not yet letting himself drop his guard as he tries to determine who’s wearing a firefighter’s gear and wielding a gun.

Perhaps it shouldn’t, but it surprises him when they tear off their helmet and mask and he sees neither a stranger nor a member of his team, but his wife, looking more heaven-sent than ever as she tosses them aside.

“Athena?” he exclaims weakly, not even realizing he’s already relaxing, slumping back against the column while she kicks Ethan’s gun away.

She crouches beside him, hardly letting herself look at him until she checks his injury and radios in their status, and a shard of guilt pierces through his pain as that distance reminds him that his ignorance of the evacuation order has placed her in her own all too familiar situation. “Athena, wh…” he tries, hoping a conversation might set her at ease, but he’s breathless, exhausted, struggling. “How did you…”

She shakes her head, a signal to stop talking that he gladly takes. There have been plenty of times over the last three years when he’s been frustrated by the need for professionalism between them, and times when he’s been happy that one of them decided to hell with it, but he’s never been so relieved as he is right now when she grips his shoulders and softly promises him, “I’m here.”

He’s damn near loopy now, everything going in and out of focus, the stress and the wound catching up to him in a dizzying rush as it sinks in that he’s safe, but the intensity of her assurance is crystal clear. “I got you.”

He crumbles. Whatever strength he has left, whatever tension is clinging to his bones, it all vanishes in an instant, those three words breaking through every shield he has. He lifts his hand, clutching her shoulder, proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that she is real, and she leans forward with him, their foreheads meeting in the middle. He pants, groaning in pain, and God, he knows the aftermath of this will be one of the hardest things he’s ever lived through, that the eternity he’s spent trapped here will be nothing compared to the eternity it will take to heal, but in this moment, he doesn’t care.

He leans into her, into the kiss she places on his forehead, lets her shift around to support him from the side, slipping his gear off his back and tending the wound he’s been unable to care for. She kisses his temple when he drops his head on her shoulder, encouraging him gently yet firmly to stay awake, to stay with her, and he’ll apologize as soon as he can for the waver his carelessness has put in her voice, for making her relive one of the worst nights of her life, too. She never moves all the while out from between him and Ethan, and part of him never wants to leave her arms, never wants to leave her shelter, never wants the moment to end.

But it does, in a chorus of rushing footsteps and calls of his name, and though he moans when Athena moves away, she keeps a hand on his shoulder, and he welcomes the hands that catch him, hands he trusts to take care of him, trusts not to give him the wrong medicine. They slip an oxygen mask on him, place bandages on his wounds, and tell him that it’s ok, they’ve got him as they pick him up and set him on the gurney. Before he knows it, they’re in the ambulance, Hen and Chimney continuing to treat him as Athena rubs his arm and tells him that she’ll call May and Harry once they’re at the hospital.

He finally fades out as the doctors are wheeling him into surgery, and when he wakes, Athena is there, gathering his hand into both of hers and kissing the back of it with all the love he had feared he would lose after their argument, the apology he tries to give for what he put her through shushed before he can finish a sentence. He dozes for a while as she runs her fingers through his hair, and then Michael and David arrive bearing flowers, food, cards, and the kids, May coming around to hug him while he shares a fistbump with Harry, and when the four of them leave, they’re quickly replaced by Chimney, Hen, Maddie, Karen, Buck, and even more flowers, food, and cards.

It does not escape him that the coming weeks and months will be a fierce battle full of meetings and prayer and therapy, or that he’s already dreading the quiet that will come after visiting hours are over. But for now, the pain he can’t ease lurks only at the back of his mind, and reliving the terror is saved for his nightmares. For now, he is surrounded by laughter and joy, and he knows that even when they leave, their love will linger, providing the lifeline he’ll need to make it through to the brighter days ahead.

It's as different as it can be from the worst night of his life.

[rakumel]

Raku Plays Her Faves, Ys VIII: Chapter 1, Part 2

"Did you see that? Was that a person?” “Let’s investigate! Come, Noble Woman! To the Batcave!”

Last time, Adol found another survivor from the Lombardia ship, a noblewoman named Laxia. After a very cliched awkward introduction, they teamed up in order to further explore the island, and hopefully find other people, either from a nearby settlement or other survivors like themselves. Together they discovered a place for shelter, explored a cave, found a grody pirate skeleton and some slightly less grody loot, learned the power of opening a can of concentrated whoopass, and defeated a big bat monster thing.

With all that out of their way, Adol and Laxia finally exit the cave and find...

It’s Captain Barbaros, eyyy! He’s alive! Although uh, wow sir, thanks for the vote of confidence. Eh. It’s okay. He just doesn’t know that Adol’s beat up evil gods several times before this. (Seriously, you’d think word would get around about him just from the ending of the first game alone, but apparently it hasn’t.)

The captain deduces that they must have washed up on none other than the infamous Isle of Seiren, which makes sense since they were, y’know...right there by the island when the boat was ambushed. AND it’s the title of the chapter.

The three of them travel back to the secure area Adol and Laxia found earlier. The captain wants Adol to continue searching for other possible survivors. He tells Laxia he’d feel better if she stayed behind where it’s safe, but she’s having none of that. Laxia tells him she needs to go with Adol to look for one of her servants, so he relents and says fine, do as you will.

Only, when they start the search a few moments later, Adol asks Laxia what this servant of hers looks like. Right away she admits that she made up the story about the servant purely to convince the captain to just let her go on the search. Seems kind of needless to me when she likely could have got the same results just by sticking to her guns, but whatever.

And speaking of needless, Laxia also tells Adol that not only does she not take the whole “adventurer” job title of his seriously (”You might as well call yourself a tourist or a sightseer!” she says, which to be honest I thought was kind of funny), but he also reminds her of someone she can’t stand. There’s a reason for her outburst, but I can only say that because I’ve played ahead - otherwise it feels like comes out of nowhere. (And you can have Adol tell her, “That’s not fair,” which it isn’t.) But mostly, the story’s just setting her up as one of those tsundere types, as well as Adol’s obligatory Girl Who Falls for Him While He Remains Clueless (or, depending on how you interpret things, Voluntarily Leaves With Dogi After Each Adventure.)

Anyway, soon they find a trail of wide footprints that were recently made. Another survivor, perhaps? They follow the tracks to a little secluded area and...

The good news is, they find this guy. (Hmm...looks familiar, doesn’t he?) The bad news is....

...he’s being chased by a fucking dinosaur.

Honestly though, I’m sad we have to fight it. Look at it, I love that vibrant red color with those green scaly accents. It looks absolutely badass. I don’t want to kill it, I want to ride that fucker into battle. Unfortunately, we don��t get that option.

Instead, Adol and Laxia have to join forces with this mystery man in order to defeat the beast. This’ll be the most difficult boss fight yet, as it’s got no weaknesses, a decent sack of health, is quite fast, and can hit hard. Better use the lock-on button for this fight, because you’ll want to keep an eye on it, especially when it starts charging towards you and your party. But on the bright side, the man you just found is pretty damn strong himself, and he’ll be helping you and Laxia deal additional damage.

(I like how this screenshot turned out, with Adol giving that guy the side eye/”I’m so done with this shit” combo, lol)

After a tough battle with the dinosaur, the man thanks them and, as you can probably tell from the screencap, is one of those instant buddy types. In real life I sometimes find that annoying, but this guy is genuinely cool, possibly even one of my favorite characters in the game. So, aside from being another Lombardia castaway, who is he?

Next time on Ys VIII, we’ll find out and (hopefully) end the chapter on many positive notes.

[alyjojo]

The Person On Your Mind in January 🕰 2023 - Aries

Whole of their energy towards Aries: The Hermit

This feels like a parent, especially with the messages. For now, this person is leaving you alone because they’re not that thrilled with your choices, you may have rushed into something and got yourself in a heap of problems, especially financially, and they’re like “ugh” about it, but that doesn’t mean anything but that it’s how they feel. The Hermit shows them going within, probably remembering a time they pulled some goofy thing that didn’t work out, trying to sort out their feelings, like a mature person. They feel like a mature person, and they care about you.

Feelings: 6 Pentacles

They feel the two of you make a great team together, they like working with you on any project and genuinely appreciate whatever you do for them. They like to help you out too, and it seems like this person has money, they like to give you money or gifts to show they love you & help support you. It could be a love language of theirs, there is a lot of earth energy here in general. They want you to succeed and if they helped you get there in any way, then it makes them feel good 😊

Intentions: 5 Pentacles rev

They intend to give you money, help get you back on track financially. They want to approach you in a kind and loving way, regarding growth or beauty, complimenting you, buying you nice things or “financing” you in some way. The Empress here could be a parent, especially Mom, or if you have a child, they may like to take care of your child for you. That may be their way of helping you save money, if you don’t pay them. This is a very sweet person, they deserve all of the cookies.

Actions: The Hanged Man

At least in January, they’re biding their time and holding back from you, staying in Hermit mode. 10 Wands here can show they know you’re going through something right now, or maybe they are, something that’s a heavy weight on your/their shoulders and they just can’t right now. Or you can’t. They aren’t speaking or making any decisions to move toward you this month, but that doesn’t mean they won’t, they enjoy being there for you whenever they can.

Messages:

Their side:

- I have to figure out what I want.

- Gossips too damn much.

Your side:

- Long-term potential

- Childish 🧚🏾

Possible signs:

Taurus, Sagittarius & Pisces, heavy earth energy

If you’re dealing with:

Ace of Swords shows you in a state of speaking the clear & absolute truth, expecting the same, and cutting through any illusory or confusing bs in order to get to that truth. Your communication skills are top notch and you may have “eureka!” moments and ideas that come to you suddenly.

Aries - either making a final decision to end things or giving another chance to something that has ended, an illness may pop back up

Taurus - possibly holding onto things/people that need to be cut off, donated, etc., or someone’s words causes them to react this way, could also be saving money and they’re telling you all of the reasons why,

Gemini - passionate and excited about something that’s a dream come true for them

Cancer - could be this person, they jumped into something and now they’re…hanging in there

Leo - has a lot of communication regarding work, if you work together, there is much to talk about with them

Virgo - very upset a new love hasn’t worked out, they could feel betrayed, that could be because of you, you feel that way, or they’re just telling you about it

Libra - stalking you because they think you’re hot and want to do…the things 😉

Scorpio - apologizing for toxic bs

Sagittarius - heartbroken over money or being on their own away from you, having to be away for an occasion or something

Capricorn - had to pull another one for you…a mother figure could come in between you, fertility/children issues may be present, a lack of cooperation is shocking, or someone could be pregnant and that’s what’s shocking

Aquarius - indecisive about competition, arguing, drama in general, they don’t know what to do about it - or whether they should get involved at all

Pisces - Queen of Pentacles & King of Wands may be a couple in their lives taking their attention, or they may be trying for a leader position at work or especially at home - could be passionate & taking charge of creating a home business or something that solves work/home issues in a productive & positive way

[mcmillan88choate]

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[stage34noel]

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