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[goldenhypen]

→ ENHYPEN’S RED FLAGS !! ⚠︎

PAIRING | ot7 x fem!reader

GENRE | crack

WORD COUNT | 1.3k

WARNINGS | mentions of food; reader is referred to as “girl”; i’m pretty sure it’s fine but it is possible i made mistakes w the tenses (i’m still tryna get used to writing more in present tense T-T)

DISCLAIMER | THIS IS NOT IN ANY WAY A FORM OF HATE TOWARDS ENHYPEN (pls i love these boys w my entire being how could i) this is a joke so don’t take this too seriously lol

A/N | had the time of my life choosing pics for the moodboard btw they had me out here cackling at 3 am (first red flag: i’m out here losing sleep bc of them !! smh)

이희승 ! HEESEUNG

too handsome… how can you stand to look at that devilishly handsome face without ever passing out due to lack of oxygen in your lungs when he’s always taking your breath away?! also y’all become way too popular; people are always staring at you two (not only heeseung but you too obviously 😏), it’s tiring being so famous yk 🙄

good at everything… it’s lowk invigorating sometimes bc he’s always outdoing you in everything. when you play games, he’s beating you; when you’re having fun at karaoke, he’s always out-singing you or showing off with his fancy riffs and harmonies; when you’re playing sports together, he always has a way of beating you, no matter what the sport. he even manages to do better at the simple task of making ramyeon. and we all know that’s only to list a few. it’s just so tiring having such a perfect bf 😔

박종성 ! JAY

jawline is too sharp… you cup his jaw as you kiss him then suddenly you hurt your hand on his sharp jawline !! it’s not fair that you have to sacrifice your hands every day just because he looks so good.

cooks for everyone… because he cooks so much, you can’t just be hanging out watching him be all hot and sexy as he cooks for everyone all the time !! you’ve had enough of back hugging him, cheek pressed against his firm back muscles (they’re so strong, it hurts your face !!), or smelling and eating all the delicious food,,, you just wanna spend alone time with your man, without the kitchen as the third wheel :’D your bf is just so husband material, and being able to provide for everyone aside from just you and him is just so, totally, very much, rlly unattractive (that’s sarcastic btw i actually couldn’t come up w any negative points to this why would anyone hate that about him-)

심재윤 ! JAKE

always has his tongue hanging outside of his mouth or his teeth sunk into his bottom lip with a smirk… no wonder my man always has ulcers lol jk i have no idea how that actually works,, but you can never kiss him cuz his mouth hurts !! but he’s too hot for you to handle anyways so- sometimes he’ll be all seductive with that smirk after swiftly swiping his tongue over his lips and you have to literally take a moment to compose yourself before he wraps his hands around your waist, biting his bottom lip before leaning in to kiss you,, oh my heart :’>

loves his dog too much… sure, loving layla taught him ways on how to love on his own future girl, but you didn’t realize how long it would take him to transfer the title of his most favourite girl from layla to you. you were always competing with a dog and yes, she’s cute but how was this fair?! so let’s just say it took many years of hard work and determination until you finally stole that hard earned title.

박성훈 ! SUNGHOON

doesn’t hang out with enough girls… so he has no experience when it comes to dating you. even before dating you, he was basically a total clutz. not being around girls enough made him feel nervous whenever he was around them due to lack of experience. and so whenever it came to you at first, he was always a nervous wreck and super awkward. and even after dating you, though he is so much better and confident, he still has his slip ups and tends to get super shy whenever you make him flustered (which occurs a lot more often than you’d imagine)! alexa play ‘super shy’ by newjeans 👖

too funny… he randomly comes out with these stupidly funny jokes or comments that make you laugh so hard, it makes your tummy, cheeks and lungs hurt. whenever you tell him you’re gonna die of laughter, you’re not joking.

김선우 ! SUNOO

too sassy… like why does he always have to react with his eye rolls or side eyes whenever you tease him, with that snarky scoff. and then when he’d tease you back, he’d just take the remarks to a whole other level. but occasionally this sass would be used in your favour; whenever a friend would tease you, he’d always get very defensive and have the best comebacks. actually depending on how close you two are with the friend, he once in a while would take the side of your friend and just tease you harder.

perfect figure… he outdoes you all the time. like sunoo give us ladies a chance to shine?? he’s always stealing the spotlight, it’s annoying sometimes !! 🙄 like yes, you (y/n) are always hot and super attractive (self confidence!!! you deserve to love yourself 😌) but for some reason people are always complimenting sunoo’s body instead of yours. but let me let you in on a little secret… it’s only because it’s obvious you’re the one who’s clearly more physically attractive. and who states the obvious these days anyway? hmph 😌

양정원 ! JUNGWON

too loveable… in other words,, there’s nothing to ever (playfully) hate on him with or tease him about !! so boring 👎👎👎 like you just constantly wanna love on him. he can be teasing you about an embarrassing moment of yours that happened just a couple minutes ago, and then you try to think of a comeback but then you take one glimpse into his eyes and suddenly you’re melting on the spot as your mind is wiped of everything you could’ve ever thought up in one quick moment. and suddenly you can only think about the things about him that give you warm, fluffy feelings. HE COULD BE DOING THE BARE MINIMUM AND YOURE FULL HEART EYES FOR HIM he’s just perfect. so unfair and so not fun 👎👎

duality… DOES HE EVEN UNDERSTAND THAT HE SHOULD HAVE YOUR HEART TO LOOK AFTER ???? like what about your well being ??? how about YOUR FEELINGS ???? like you’re constantly being emotionally pulled this way and that cuz one second he’ll be the cutest bf ever with his bread cheeks and fluffy smile when all of a sudden he has a dance to practice and all of a sudden he’s in performance mode, and his duality is just insane !!! is that even the same jungwonie that was with you just a second ago ???? i think not !!! smh

西村 力 ! NI-KI

too tall; doesn’t stop growing… (if he’s a lot taller than you) how are you gonna kiss him?? how is he gonna kiss you?? no but even if he isn’t a lot taller than you now, this boy doesn’t stop growing. you won’t admit it but it’s actually really romantic and hot the way he’d do things to match your heights, such as the other day when he carried you onto the counter, stood between your legs, and pressed his lips against yours in the hottest kiss you’ve ever shared. it’s simply not okay ???

too good of a dancer… outdoes you in every dance game. like riki at least give us a chance??? i mean sometimes he does, but the competitive side of him always wins and he just ends up beating you anyways like always 🙄 also getting to watch him on stage is like seeing a whole other riki. you mostly know him for his goofy personality, but whenever you get to see him perform, he switches that off and enters his alter ego and it has to be the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. so you get the best of both worlds… which obviously isn’t healthy for your heart ???

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[justpeaxchy]

I heard you accepted opinions than httyd, could I ask for one? maybe a headcanoon about Hiccup x reader, maybe "how Hiccup would show love to the reader or what would happen if he was jealous", thank you for considering it.

Warnings(?): Hiccup is a lil jealous. A/n: thank you for the request <3! I hope I brought what you were asking for with the headcanons! (I feel like it's a bit short, but here you go! Notes: takes place after httyd 2 and before the plot of httyd 3.

Jealousy has a sword

First off, Hiccup wouldn't be one to get jealous that quickly, although he is protective and such, he trusts you to know that you won't do anything that'll purposefully hurt him in that way.

This doesn't mean he can ignore the pricking feelings of jealousy whenever someone or something else is taking up a lot of your time - more than usual.

He has a habit of checking on you throughout the day, even if his schedule is brimmed with chiefly duties, it's his desire to make sure you're just overall okay. So when he finds himself being more occupied throughout the day and gets the word that you're spending your time with other people, he feels somewhat guilty that he can't be that person who's giving you some attention.

Then the jealousy kicks in.

Especially if it's Eret; he trusts the guy now but he isn't dumb - almost everyone says he is extremely handsome and well-built. He knows you wouldn't do anything with him but he just doesn't like it if he's the one who's with you the most throughout your daily tasks.

"So, how was your day?" He'd ask. You hummed, embracing him into a warm hug that he initiated. "It was nice. I got to go on patrol with Astrid, help put out a couple of fires - again - and, oh, Eret helped me a bit with my sword fighting. After that I was in-"

"Wait, wait, wait. You said who helped you out?" Hiccup slightly broke out of the hug to look at you as you questioningly gazed back at him.

"Uhm, Eret?" You remained still in your spot as you watched him deeply sigh, his head turning towards the ground, allowing his hair to barely brush against your face. "Is ... something the matter..?"

Hiccup shook his head, his hair tickling your nose in the slightest, as he lifted his eyes to meet yours while he spoke hesitantly: "N-no, I just-" he sighed once again as he stared at you, fumbling over his words. As though he had given up on speaking, he gently pulled you closer, allowing your lips to meet. The kiss held an earnestness and passion that was disguised by the delicate way he handled you. He took his time pulling away from you, only doing it because of the necessary oxygen you both needed while he took in every detail on your face.

"Nothing's wrong.. I suppose.. but you do know that you can always come to me for that kind of stuff, right?" He leaned his forehead against yours, auburn hair mixing with yours at the touch.

You were flustered at his response, fighting against the temptation to stutter in your speech; "Yeah, I know... but you're more busy now and I wouldn't want to make you feel more stressed or anything-"

Hiccup was quick to interrupt you as he shut down your statement: "No. You wouldn't be doing anything bad to me if you came and asked for my help in something. I want you to do that." His answer seemed to be more urgent than he wanted, making him clear his throat from the embarrassment that began to creep upon him, "W-when you're a available, that is.." He let out a breath that looked as though he were exhaling all negative feelings away. "Y'know what, I'm making a new plan. From now on, we'll meet every day to better improve your sword techniques. Sound good?"

You were shocked, to say the least, by his answer. It took a lot of convincing to tell him that it shouldn't be every single day this happens, for the sake of his schedule and the things he has to do on certain occasions. He's the Chief now, not a teenage kid running away from his problems anymore - which made him a little bit sour when he thought about it.

In the end, after practicing your sword fighting every other day, he just went right back into doing it everyday instead. Even moreso after Snotlout had tried to spar with you. Hiccup felt more "entitled" to do that specific activity with you - for some odd reason.

(He just really likes to do this with you, especially with Inferno.)

"Hiccup, it's not like we don't see each other everyday as it is-"

"Shush. We're gonna meet everyday and work on this. It's for your benefit anyways. "

He definitely feels like it's one of the ways he can show his love for you, if not the most important one: by giving you his time.

(That's why he's so protective over being the person that helps you with your sword fighting.)

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[thatguywhofedme]

Look.....

if you're into death feedism like I am and your life goal is to fatten someone until their lard ridden body stops being able to pump their clogged heart to life and the defibrillator doesn't do the trick anymore OR you want to get fatten up by someone until you fall into a permanent food coma while the oxygen gave up on keeping your immobile body alive

Well, you know exactly what your life is going to be and I'm sure you're just as excited as I am

So.....

If you're a feeder : you will need to find the perfect piggy who has absolutely no limits whatsoever and wants to grow as fat as possible no matter what happens

You'll need to do EVERYTHING for your feedee, whether it's scrubbing their beautiful rolls as you give them a sponge bath in the bariatric bed, cooking or ordering absurd amounts of food to be 110% sure your feedee is satisfied and ready for another stuffing in a couple hour and speaking of satisfied, your most important task is to make them satisfied every second of their life, whether it's by feeding them an entire buffet or fucking no matter what, it doesn't matter where you are or with who, if your feedee wants something, it is YOUR responsibility to care of your feedees every needs, especially at the stage where they'll be immobile, unable to do anything than eating and fucking, you'll be their caretaker and they will need you 24/7, but I'm sure it won't be a problem if this is the life you truly want

If you're a feedee : you will need to eat everything in sight, it doesn't matter if you're "too full", you'll need to get that belly of yours so full you won't be able to move your morbidly obese body from the place you decided to park your fat ass on, which is why you and you're feeder need to invest on a mobility scooter, this way you'll be able to move around no matter how stuffed you say you are while your feeder keeps on feeding you, you'll also need to listen to your feeders needs, whether it's when he tells you to eat a couple more plates at the buffet when you're ready to explode or when you can clearly see how horny they are for you and need to fuck your fat body as soon as possible, you better be ready to get your rolls, belly button, fupa or any part of your body to get played with as you get fed even more and then funnel fed while they fuck you senseless and of course, be ready for when your final days of mobility arrives and your feeder ordered your your new bariatric bed with a built in scale to see how long it'll take to get you over a 1000lbs, that is, if your body can handle this much lard of course, but don't worry, you'll always have your feeder to make you feel loved and take care of your every needs like the perfect growing piggy you are

To conclude this topic, whether you're a feeder or a feedee, there's always going to be goals for you to accomplish to make your life fulfilling, enjoyable and full of love with your partner beside you no matter how far into obesity you want to be

[logansobsession]

Intoxicating Desire

Pairings: Logan Howlett x fem! mutant reader

Summary: You and Logan have always been close friends, you knew everything about each other and did everything together. The only thing Logan doesn't do, is sit where your power is strongest: the greenhouse. Logan has never seen or heard about your power.

Word count: 4.8 K

Content Warnings: Explicit (18+ mdni), Smut, dirty thoughts, spitting, spicy tension, age gap, praising kink, no use of y/n, reader has ability to control plants and produce flowers from body, along with other flower related things, borderline sub!, teasing, choking.

A/N: This has been sitting in the back of my mind for the past week, I love me a weak Logan * cries out*. Something about his shell breaking and being putty in our hands makes ME turn to putty. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it.

The greenhouse. The place you go to find solace. Granted, it's the only place you can go to feel your powers fully. With being "graced" with the mutation to control plants, along with sprouting whatever you decide from your body.

The silence. The pure oxygen from the plants. It's otherworldly to you, keeping you chained there for hours, sometimes days. Most of your friends at the mansion know about your mutation. But, it's never spoken per your request. Everyone has such powerful mutations, spectacles of wonder and curiosity, then there's you. The plant girl.

You used to hate the mutation when you were shipped to the mansion at 16. Suppressing it any moment given. Charles spent hours upon hours with you, slowly teaching you to love and use the mutation in beautiful ways. Hank taught you how to control your frustrations and anger, which made it more difficult to control it. Scott... Scott didn't teach anything to you, he just enjoyed watching the show when you did use the mutation.

But Logan? He became your best friend, in the aspects of being your mentor. Taught you how to fight and defend yourself during hand to hand combat. He was there to offer a silent shoulder when you cried about boys, to hanging out with you. In fact, you guys hung out everywhere. Until Charles had the greenhouse built for you shortly after turning 18.

Logan never came to visit you when you would hole yourself up for hours. Nobody did really. The only person that visited you was Hank, but he couldn't handle the humidity as well as you did.

Today was humid, but rain pouring down as if the gods were crying. Which meant you would receive no visitors. The constant assault of rain upon the see through roof provided a lulling background noise, it was almost calming enough to let you rest there.

Logan was walking around the halls, bored out of his mind, he didn't have anything to do so he decided to try and find something or someone to cure his boredom with. He turned the corner and began to approach the greenhouse.

You stood in front of a rose bush, trimming any dead or sick leaves and stems from the bush. The rain was a constant sound, almost drowning out the sound of Logan's knocking before entering the greenhouse.

He stood at the entrance to the greenhouse, peering in at you, watching you for a moment before deciding to interrupt you.

"Hey." He said in a gruff voice.

You jumped in surprise, clutching at your heart before smiling.

"Hey! You finally visiting? Or is it too hot in here for you?"

"Too hot?" He raised a questioning eyebrow and shut the door behind him, the temperature in the room didn't seem to bother him at all.

"Seems fine in here to me."

You nod and laugh "Most of them don't enjoy being in here because it gets fairly humid. I think the rain cooled it down a significant amount today." as you gesture to the roof with the plant trimmers before resuming your task.

"Eh, I've been through worse." He shrugged, slowly drawing closer to you, looking over your shoulder to see what you were doing.

You smile again, continuing your work. "I'm cutting any sick or dead stems from the bush. Keeps the plant itself from getting sick or dying."

You look over your shoulder at him. "Would you like a stool? I usually keep one nearby incase Hank or Scott come to visit."

"Nah, I'm fine." He insisted, as he leaned against the wall, he continued to watch you as you worked, he wasn't all that interested in what you were doing with the plant; he was more interested in you to be honest, he'd just never come to check on you as he usually avoided the greenhouse.

"Alright, suit yourself." You shrug your shoulders before doing a final check on the bush, ensuring you didn't leave any behind. You take a step back and smile at your work.

"Now that's a healthy rose bush if I do say so myself." You walk back to the center of the greenhouse, a midsize willow tree surrounded by stone bricks. You sit down on the stone and pat the empty spot next to you.

He watched you as you sat down and pat next to you, beckoning him to sit with you. Logan pushed himself off the wall and stalked over to you, taking a seat next to you. Even sitting down he still dwarfed you in both size and stature, he leaned against the trunk of the tree but still turned his head to look at you, with an eyebrow raised.

You stare up at the willow, and smile. As you're looking up, you say "Isn't it beautiful? Charles picked the location of the green house for the sole purpose of this willow. It's soothing in a way. Branches drooping, almost sad in a constant melancholy state."

He also looked up at the willow, and he had to agree that it was beautiful. As he watched the branches sway, he also noticed the way that they seemed to droop, as if they were sad.

"It does have a calming presence to it." He agreed as he sat by your side, watching the willow.

You break your gaze from the willow, bringing it to Logan. "So how come you never come to the greenhouse? I'm almost always in here. Granted, no one likes the plant loving mutant and her weird fascination with plants, so I don't blame any of you."

He turned his face to look at you, he thought for a moment in whether he should be fully honest with you or not. He let out a sigh before speaking.

"It's not that I have anything against you, I just ain't a big fan in spending a whole lot of time around plants, or inside for that matter."

You nod your head, listening to him as he spoke. You pat your hands against your lap before you stood in front of him "Do you actually think I'm a mutant... like you?" you say as you place your hands on your hips.

Logan raised an eyebrow curiously as you asked the question. What a strange and out of the blue question to ask, he thought to himself as he looked up at you. He also noticed a shift in your tone. So leaned back against the willow and took a moment to think about his answer, before responding, "If I had to make a guess... I'd think you're a mutant."

You nod your head and smile. "That is correct. But my mutation isn't anything special. So I never use it." You shrug before picking up the trimmers and walk over to a patch of lilacs.

He continued to watch you as you moved over to a different plant. He stood up and followed you to the patch of lilacs. " Why don't you use it? You've been here for years, and I've never seen you do anything different?"

You get down on your knees and slowly start your work on the lilacs "Well it doesn't serve any real purpose, so I don't use it. I'm not a show off like some people in the mansion." You turn your head up at Logan and smile innocently.

He chuckled at your response, "No, you're too sweet to be that kind of person." A thought suddenly crossed his mind, he looked down at the lilacs as you worked on them.

"May I ask you something?"

You smile wider at Logan's compliment and turn your head back to the lilacs "Of course, I'm an open book. You can ask me anything."

He watched you for a moment as you continued to work. He paused for a moment, he was suddenly feeling a bit nervous but he didn't show outward signs of it. "So, what exactly is your mutation then?"

You let out a small sigh and slowly stand up. You walk back to the willow, setting the trimmers down. " I'm a little rusty, it's not something I do often, so bear with me." You say, brushing your hands off on your apron. "Come here" You hold out your hand for Logan to come near.

He watched you as you finished up and put the trimmers down. He raised an eyebrow in curiosity as you held out your hand and gestured for him to come closer. He hesitantly stepped closer towards you.

"Come closer...I need you closer for this." You wave him to come closer. You shake your arms and shoulders, growing nervous as to if you can even do it anymore. You smile and wink at Logan, " This is my favorite party trick. But I save it for special people."

He watched you as you stood in front of him with a nervous smile. He raised his eyebrow as you said it was a "party trick". Still, he was more than intrigued to know what exactly what your trick was. He stepped even closer to you, standing in front of you.

You place your hands softly on Logan's chest, over his heart. I looked up at him, " I need you to think about something or someone you care about or love. Whatever it may be. Okay?" You raise your eyebrows, waiting for an answer.

He took a sharp breath as you placed your hands on his chest. He felt his heart rate pick up as you did so. He looked down at you, noticing you had gotten closer to him. He nodded, he had someone in his mind.

"Alright. I got what I need in mind."

Logan watched in surprise as the green house began to change around the both of you, as vines and branches creeped up the glass walls, making it much darker inside than it was before. He looked up at the roof and saw it covered in vines and branches. He watched as vines slowly crept down, blooming into long tufts of wisteria. He looked back down at you, he was shocked to see you exerting this kind of power. He'd never expected it from someone of your nature. Still, he kept his mouth shut, eager to see what you'd do next.

You let out a ragged breath, searching for any more power you had. Slowly, hues of pinks and purples erupted from your hair. Tiny flowers blossomed, framing your face perfectly. You open your eyes, breathing hard and smiling. Your hands still resting on Logan's chest as you say "Like my party trick?" You look around at the vines and flowers covering the inside of the greenhouse.

He was speechless, he looked around in awe at the greenhouse. Covered in vines, with wisteria everywhere. His eyes fell back down to you as you spoke. He looked over your face, noticing all the tiny flowers framing your pretty face. He blinked a few times in shock, until he finally came back to his sense and spoke, his voice slightly shaky from the shock. "That's a pretty amazing party trick you have there."

You smile and gently remove your hands from Logan's chest. He remained in a daze, watching you pat his chest before removing your hands. You looked up at the ceiling, proud of the show you had put on for Logan, after not using your abilities in at least two years.

You reached up, grabbing a small tuft of wisteria, opening Logan's hand and placing the flower in his hand gently. He felt his heart skip a beat as you grabbed his hand, placing the flower there. He could feel butterflies in his stomach as you looked at him.

Your face grows warm before speaking up, " I do have one little more part of my mutation that I didn't tell you about."

Logan raise an eyebrow slightly at your words, listening intently as you spoke. You'd piqued his curiosity. A part of your mutation that you hadn't told him about? He found that interesting and honestly a bit annoying that you hadn't told him already.

"There's a part to your mutation that you haven't told me about? And what is that part, sweetheart?"

You smile, taking a step back so you could clearly see his face. "You know some flowers release a scent? An almost intoxicating scent that's alluring to the senses?"

He glanced after you as you stepped away from him, watching as you brought your hands to your sides. He nodded his head, already knowing where you're going with this. He was already realizing that you'd been holding something back from him. "Yeah, I know what you're talking about, why?"

You stay silent point to yourself, hoping he makes the connection. It took him a moment, but he soon caught on to what you were hinting at. And as soon as he had, he swore his knees almost buckled at the realization.

"You-your flowers do release a scent that's luring to the senses?"

You nod, "Some of them yes. As an extra boost. But Charles taught me to suppress my emotions and this because it acts as pheromone." You state. You take a few moments in silence. "Would you like to see what I mean?"

He didn't even have to think before nodding his head, he wanted to see un-suppress this little ability of yours, seeing the effects it'd have just out of pure curiosity. " Yeah, I'd like to see what you mean. Go on sweetheart go ahead and show me."

You sit down on the stone by the willow tree and close your eyes. You mentally unravel everything Charles had taught you. Slowly. But surely, a rainbow of colors blossomed within your hair and an intoxicating scent mixed with your pheromones.

Logan was absolutely mesmerized as he watched you sit down and close your eyes, watching in wonder as the normally subtle blossoms in your hair began to explode to an almost dazzling spectrum of colors. And as the intoxicating scent mixed your pheromones, he strange sort of need grow in his chest.

"Sweetheart... What are you doing to me..."

The scent grew stronger, becoming easily detected by the normal senses. It filled the green house, almost creating an invisible haze. The scent was slowly driving Logan crazy. His breathing was getting heavier in response to it, the smell being intoxicating like you had said. He felt something deep within him respond and almost beg for him to get physically closer to you.

"Fuck... darling...the smell... It's messing with me..."

You opened your eyes slowly while holding your breath and looked at Logan. You tilted your head in a way of saying "I told you so" before closing your eyes again and cutting off the scent from emanating any more. You stood up and walked back to Logan and smiled.

The moment you'd cut off the scent, he felt like he'd suddenly been doused in a bucket of cold water. He was suddenly able to actually get his bearings again, able to realize how strongly he'd been affected by you un-suppressing that part of your mutation.

"Jesus Christ... that scent was... something else.. I don't think I've ever felt that type of need for someone, sweetheart..."

You dramatically bow, and stand back up straight. " And that is why I spent four years training alone with Charles. All in the mind."

Logan chuckled softly, feeling amused at how dramatically you had bowed just to emphasize the effectiveness of the power you had just revealed. " Damn... I can't really blame Charles for spending that much time with you to make sure you'd be able to control it. If you could just let that loose, anytime, you'd have every single person in the mansion swooning over you in no time."

You look down at your hands momentarily, " That isn't it at the strongest, I know your heightened senses are probably raw from that little bit. I could show you, but if you need fresh air, I promise I won't be mad at you Logan."

As the scent of the flowers still lingered throughout the air, mixing with the subtle but still present smell of your pheromones. It was driving him insane, like a constant itch in the back of his mind, to just grab you and keep you close to him. "Darling I'm not going anywhere."

He hadn't completely regained control yet and he sure as hell wasn't going to leave you alone when he was still being affected by you. You look at him and nod, understanding. " I'll go somewhere where you can't hurt me and I can stop anytime that you want me to."

His breath hitched slightly at your question. His head was still clouded from the scent that had filled the green house and he couldn't think clearly enough to decide whether that would be a good idea or not. Something deep within him was still demanding and almost begging for him to get closer to you, to hold you in his arms. But he somehow managed to answer coherently

"You sure you want to do that sweetheart?"

"I want to show you what it's like if I went out on a field mission with you guys." You start speaking as you look at Logan. "I can't direct it yet at a single person, so if I use it against an enemy, it'll also affect the entire team."

Logan nodded as you spoke, listening intently. The strong scent still filled the air, his mind still in a haze. He was definitely tempted to get closer to you, but he managed to rein in his urges, barely..

"So that's why you can't actually go missions... it'll affect the team as well, not just the enemies.."

You nod your head "Yes. It's really the only useful and semi powerful thing in relation to my mutation..." You trail off, bringing your hand back to Logan's chest. "Are you sure you want to go through it again?"

He was tempted to just wrap his arms around you the second you put your hand on his chest, feeling it like a jolt to his system that just further made it hard to think. But he managed to answer you again,

"Yeah. Go ahead, sweetheart. Let's see what happens."

"Stay right there and don't move" you say with a serious tone coating your voice. You walk over to the willow tree and begin climbing in.

You reach the part of the tree that has a groove, perfect for sitting, a place you commonly rested at. You sat yourself in a way that Logan could still see you, but still in a way that would prevent you from falling in case you fainted.

"And you're positive that you want to do this?"

Logan watched as you went and climbed the tree. He was definitely having to exert every last ounce of willpower and strength he had to follow your instructions and just stay where he was and not follow you up that damn tree. "Sweetheart, I'm positive. Go ahead and show me what you got."

You close your eyes and open your arms from your body. Flowers blossoming from your head, painting your arms in hues of pinks and purples. You slowly begin to smell the familiar scent you spent hours holding deep down, radiate from your skin. As your eyes are closed and focusing on your body, you softly say "This isn't full power... Are you okay?"

The moment he felt the scent return to the air and begin to permeate throughout the greenhouse, all control Logan had was gone; the scent completely taking over his mind within moments. All he could think about was getting up to you, how perfect you would fit in his arms, and how much he just wanted to get close and touch you. But he tried to answer you in a coherent way. "Yeah... I'm fine... keeping going.."

You take a deep breath and let your mind and body begin to take over. You mentally go to a different place as the scent grows unbearably strong. Your body begins to sweat, beads of sickly sweet sweat rolling from your face down onto your cleavage. The sweat creates an even more pungent aroma that mingles with the scent within the greenhouse.

Logan's breathing was becoming shakier with every second that passed, feeling the scent grow even stronger and that mixed with the beads of sweat slowly making their way down your body was driving him absolutely insane. He was still having to exercise every ounce of self control to not follow you up the damn tree, desperately fighting against the overwhelming urge to just grab you and make you his.

"Oh...God... sweetheart you're making this so damn goddamn hard..."

It's been so long since you've let go like this, the release of pent up energy felt good, too good. You lean back hard, back connecting with the thick tree branch as the scent rolls off of you in thick, aggressive waves, as your self control whittles down to nothing.

He was at the very edge of his willpower by this point, the scent was so damn strong now and the sight of you lean back, sweat rolling down your body was taking every ounce of control he had away.

"Fuck...sweetheart you're going to send me over the edge... I swear to God I'm gonna completely lose it if you go anymore..."

Logan's voice sounding further away as you drift away from the control you had spent years precising. You knew deep down that you would have to go back to working with Charles, but in the very moment, it felt soothing to finally lose control.

Logan couldn't think clearly at all by this point, the scent that filled the air and the sight of your body, sweat beginning to soak your camisole, were driving him past the brink of sanity.

"God... Sweetheart... I can't hold back anymore.. I'm gonna do something...I'm warning you now"

You relish in the feeling of release, realizing that it needs to be done more than not doing it at all. Flowers and thin vines erupting from your hands, crawling and wrapping slowly around the tree; creating more open pockets to release the intoxicating aroma.

That was it.

You relishing in the release and the sight of the vines and flowers from your hands, wrapping around the tree was the last straw for Logan. He couldn't hold back anymore and as such, he gave in to the urge, not caring anymore.

"God DAMN it... I warned you." He let out a growl as he quickly ran towards the tree.

You laid there in uncontrolled bliss, too far off of the edge on control to reel it back in. Logan quickly jumped, using every ounce of his strength to scale the tree and get up to where you were, looking absolutely feral as he approached you, where you were sitting in the small groove of the tree.

"Oh sweetheart... look at you... you look like an absolute mess.. like a damn vision sitting up here... a vision that's mine to touch."

You barely feel Logan's body heat as your senses are far more defined than before. But all control of this has been lost and you lay there deep within your mind.

He quickly crowded towards you, leaning over you slightly as you sat there in a sort of half dazed state in the tree. He was feeling very, very possessive of you in this moment, seeing you with sweat coating your body; flowers and vines from your hands wrapping around the tree, and that scent of yours filling the air.

"God you're so damn perfect like this, so damn gorgeous.. so damn mine to touch..."

The lull of release temporarily becomes bearable and you slowly come back to your mind, scent still radiating from your body. You open your eyes and see Logan leaning over you, eyes dark and filled with desire.

He was looming over you, body almost fully caging you to the trunk of the tree. Eyes dark, nothing but lust and wild with possessiveness as he looked down on you, seeing you slowly start to come back to your senses. He couldn't help but take in the sight of you, practically drenched in sweat and flowers, sitting there in a half-dazed state of release at his touch. "There you are... look at you doll... a complete mess..."

You hazily smiled, closing your eyes once again, more vines erupting from your hands, slowly slinking around Logan, tying him in place all while pulling him closer. You whisper to him gently "I told you it's a lot."

Logan tried to bite back a moan as he was suddenly enveloped by the vines from your hands, feeling them wrap around his arms and legs, pulling him even closer until he was fully pressed against you, completely at your mercy.

"Doll... you're killing me here.. you feel so damn good..."

You look at him through half-lidded eyes, whispering "You doing okay?"

He nodded quickly at your question, feeling like his body had never been more alive and on fire than right then. Being all tied up by the vines from your hands, being held so close against you, the aroma of flowers and the sweat from your body being absolutely overpowering...

"Yeah... I'm doing more than okay sweetheart.."

A vine slowly snaked up Logan's back and around his neck, wrapping itself firmly around his neck as more flowers blossomed, releasing the aroma right underneath his nose.

He practically saw stars as the vine began to wrap around his neck, flowers releasing more of the damn intoxicating scent and completely scrambling his mind even more. He let out an almost guttural sounding moan at the intense feeling, the vines and scent making it increasingly difficult to think.

"God... sweetheart.. that feels so goooood...."

You close your eyes once more, controlling the vines wrapping Logan, pulling him face to face with me. The vine grips at Logan's neck again, you open your eyes again and smile. " Told you it's powerful.." You whisper against his lips.

Logan looked completely feral with how he practically on the verge of losing it as you pulled his face even closer, the vine around his neck tugging again, making the sensation even more intense. He let out a guttural moan again at how good it felt being wrapped up and completely within your power, being so close to your face with your lips just barely touching his.

" God sweetheart... you're insane."

You open your mouth just barely, dragging your tongue against Logan's bottom lip before bringing it into your mouth, biting and tugging at it before releasing it. "Tell me what you want to do to me Logan...please."

Logan practically whimpered at that, the feeling of your tongue against his bottom lip and you biting and tugging was more intense than he really expected it to be, driving him insane. He let out another guttural moan as you released his lip, feeling completely under your control as he managed to answer

"I want.. want to touch you.. kiss you.. feel your bare skin against mine.. just have you completely."

A low hum radiates from your throat as you bite Logan's bottom lip again, harder and drawing blood from his lip. "Tell me what you want to do to my body Logan."

He let out another moan as you bite his lip again, drawing blood. It hurt, but he couldn't focus on the pain as the feeling being tangled and held by the vines and being held so damn close you was overwhelming.

"God..I'm..I'm gonna kiss your body all over.. gonna feel your skin.. gonna devour every damn inch of you and make you mine..."

You hum again, "Tell me you're mine... tell me you'll be mine to use and play with whenever my little heart desires Logan.."

He let out a moan at the hum you gave him, feeling more and more like he was yours to use and play with. His primal side was fully taking over at this point as he answered.

" God yes... I'm yours sweetheart, I'm all yours.. I'll be yours to use and play with whenever your damn little heart pleases..."

You close your eyes, tightening the vine around Logan's neck even more "Good boy..." You whisper, praising him.

Logan let out another moan as the vine around his neck was tightened even more, his breathing becoming even more labored as it took him everything he had to answer you. His mind completely fogged over by how this felt, being so completely captured by you, completely at your mercy.

"God... yes... I'm your good boy.. please sweetheart... don't stop... keep going.. I'm all yours..."

[merakiui]

simply business.

yandere!azul ashengrotto x (female) reader cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, slight nsfw, misogyny, power imbalance, workplace misconduct, abuse of authority, ceo azul, secretary jade note - you'll do anything for this job. mr. ashengrotto wonders if there are limits to your anything.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you in person, Mr. Ashengrotto. Thank you for making time for me today. I can’t begin to imagine how packed your schedule is,” you admit with a gentle laugh.

Just as you practiced with Trey and Riddle, you shake his hand firmly and confidently. Even if most of your poise is feigned to hide a mountain of anxieties, it manages to fool the CEO of Mostro, for he mirrors your amiable greeting with one of his own. Or maybe he sees right through your act and is choosing to remain quiet. You’re not going to think too deeply about that.

“The pleasure’s all mine. You have no idea how startled I was when your application found its way on my desk. Why, I thought I was dreaming.”

If he brings up childhood memories, talk about it. Why not? Trey advised hours earlier, serving you and Riddle individual slices of strawberry tart. Friendship is just as good a connection as the one made through sweets.

Which is very solid guidance coming from a baker.

Even so, she shouldn’t rely solely on past connections. In business, that means nothing if the connection itself isn’t stable and worthwhile enough, Riddle, ever the realist, added with a grimace. We should know. We went to school with him.

Hey, don’t sweat it. You’ll do great, Trey added when he noticed the despairing look you’d given your tart. I’ll bake you something to celebrate, so do your best, be yourself, and bring home good news.

With his and Riddle’s encouragement, you had been so certain of your abilities before, in which you proudly proclaimed you’d get the job and charm Azul in the process, but now you’re not sure. Standing here in his office, thirty-something stories in the clouds, you can’t escape the suffocating fear as it saps the oxygen from the room and renders your lungs vacant.

“I aim to surprise.”

“And surprise you have. Pleasantly, might I add.” He motions for you to sit, to which you comply and lower into the seat across from him. A mahogany desk separates you from a sparkling future. Your gaze pans from him to the man standing a few inches behind, a clipboard and pen held in both hands. Standing isn’t the right word, actually. With his height, all lithe limbs dressed darkly, he looks like a bodyguard ready to escort you to your execution should you make the wrong move. You can handle one pressed suit, but another is too much. And this one looks even more intimidating than Azul with his sharp, stoic stare. “Pay him no mind. Jade’s merely here to make note of our discussion.”

“Ah, I see. Nice to meet you, Mr. Jade.”

He nods his silent acknowledgement, two-toned eyes filling with light.

“Shall we begin?” Azul gathers a few documents, straightens them, and then dives right into the rigmarole. “I must preface this by stating our past friendship has no influence on my decision or the outcome of this interview.”

“Completely understandable,” you blurt, trigger-happy with agreement.

Don’t be a yes-man, Riddle’s words from before float through your head, stern like a parent. You’re human, not some gear meant to strengthen their corporate machine. If they can’t see that, then that’s no environment for you.

“I… Actually, it feels a little awkward talking like this,” you add with a nervous sigh. “With the stakes being so high and everything… It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, but I’m happy you’re doing well for yourself. Oh! I’m not saying that to butter you up or anything! That’s my honest opinion.”

He chuckles. “I’m also pleased to see you again. Although going forward I would like to keep this matter separate from the task at hand.”

“Right. Sorry. We got off topic.”

He flips through the papers—likely your resume and application and any other information he has on file—and hums. “It says here that you have experience managing an online platform. Would you care to elaborate?”

“Oh, that. It was for my friend’s family business. He’s a baker. The shop has a nice reputation in the neighborhood, but they don’t really have any social media presence. My friend and I thought his family could benefit from a website and a Magicam account, so we put both together. I was in charge of creating and managing the website.”

“I see.”

You notice Jade scribbling something and your heart drops into your stomach. “S-So I have experience in design and…stuff.”

Relax. Don’t pay attention to him.

“Then may I assume you’re passionate about photography and graphic design?”

“Very.”

“It’s good to have an eye for aesthetics. I can clearly see that from the samples you submitted. Your portfolio is impressive.”

“Thank you, Mr. Ashengrotto. I take pride in all of my work.”

“In that case, would you mind walking me through your portfolio?”

“I’d be happy to.” You scoot closer to his desk without thinking, gesturing to the prints he’s laid out for you. “That’s the website I designed for my friend. He wanted something simple, family-friendly, and easy to navigate. I had to appeal to both customers from the neighborhood and customers who might be visiting for the first time. Finding a balance was a little difficult, but I made it work after lots of dedicated effort.”

He gestures to another sample and you delve into the lore behind it. This carries on twice more before he indicates his satisfaction with a beaming smile.

“Aren’t you diligent?”

The delivery is more backhanded than you’d care to hear, but you choose to brush it aside. “Thank you.”

“Your baker friend… Are you employed?”

“Oh, not currently! It was just a side gig. A one-time thing.”

“Is that all?”

You open your mouth to reply and then stop. Did you hear him correctly? “Is… Is what all?”

“You may not work for him in that capacity, but you might in another capacity. ‘One-time things’ could snowball into—”

“It didn’t and it never will,” you interrupt. You realize your error seconds later and smooth out the abrasiveness in your tone. “My apologies. I meant to say that I’m not affiliated with him in any of those ways. I’m merely a friend who helped out where she could. Nothing more and nothing less.”

Azul hums flatly, as if disappointed. Jade scribbles. You swallow mounting dread.

What was that about?

“Very well. Moving swiftly on… Can you tell me about yourself? What drew you to this job?”

“I’ve always wanted to manage a social media account for a business like yours. There are so many branches. I think it’d be a very fulfilling experience.”

“Is there a particular branch you’re interested in?”

“Definitely one of your restaurants. I’ve worked with food websites and accounts before, so I have the necessary qualifications you might be seeking.”

“Social media is no easy task. It can be stressful to manage any platform in which you have a following. With that in mind, may I ask how you normally handle stressful or challenging situations?”

“I don’t get stressed very easily. I’m normally very level-headed.”

Liar. I’m so stressed right now. Sweating like crazy and everything!

As if listening in on your thoughts, Jade drags his pen across paper.

“But in the event that you might face such a situation?”

“If such a thing were to occur, I’d take a step back, analyze everything objectively, and see what I can do to mitigate the stress or difficulty that’s cropped up. If it’s a team effort, I’d gather everyone involved for a meeting so that we could discuss together.”

“And if it was an individual effort?”

“It depends on the severity of the stress. If it comes down to it, I’d have no problem notifying my supervisor or manager of the issue firsthand. The sooner you’re made aware of something, the easier it is to draw up a plan of action, right?”

“That can be true, yes.” Azul shuffles his files. “How would others describe you? From the perspective of a friend, perhaps? Or a spouse? Are you married?”

That’s…way too personal. Is that even an interview question? So far he’s asked everything Riddle went over in our mock interview. What’s up with this sudden shift?

You force a stiff laugh. “Not married yet, no…”

“Do you plan to be?”

“Um… I…don’t know. I’m focused on my career right now.”

“Ah, a career woman. Most women your age often settle down. Not you, though. Ambitious thing, aren’t you?”

Your lips twitch into the beginning of a scandalized grimace, but before you can allow your tactful façade to slip you hurry to paste an unruffled grin on your countenance. “I’m passionate,” you smoothly correct. You don’t miss the way Jade’s pen halts before he continues his duty as scribe. “If I may, Mr. Ashengrotto, did you not say you wanted to keep work and personal matters separate?”

“Forgive me. I was only testing you.”

Just what kind of test is that?

“O-Oh. Well, I hope I passed.”

“With flying colors.” He clears his throat. “Now then, what motivates you, Miss (Name)?”

“My friends and family. Myself. The food waiting for me at home.” He quirks a slight smile at that. “I always strive to do my best.”

“A fine attitude to have.”

“Mhm! I like what I do. Every day’s exciting and I love a good challenge.”

No, I don’t. I almost cried on the way here. This is too much of a challenge for me. I didn’t even think I’d get an email back from you…

“You seem like quite the optimist.” He straightens the papers once more and then clips them together. “I appreciate your insightful, honest answers.”

“Oh. Oh! Yes, right! Of course! Thank you for your time.” You practically jump out of your seat to shake his hand.

That was good, right? It felt so fast, but I did well. Right?

“If I may ask one final question…”

“Sure thing!”

Azul smiles. “Just how badly do you want this job?”

More than anything. I need this job. I’m unemployed and desperate. Please, Azul. You have to help me out.

Obviously you can’t phrase it like that, even though the spineless side of you wants to.

“I…would benefit greatly if I was hired. Working for you and your successful company would be an amazing honor.”

“Is that right?” He releases your hand. “All right. The job is yours.”

You blink at him, shocked. “Wait. It is?”

“On one condition.” Azul sits back in his plush office chair. It’s the expensive type. The one with cushions and reclining abilities. “Strip for me.”

Your blood crystallizes in your veins; your heart almost stops. “Excuse me?”

Surely he didn’t just say that. Surely he meant to say something else. Something like…strip all of your worries and accept this position? Your eyes drift over to Jade. He blinks back at you, a razored smile hidden behind his clipboard.

“If you’re willing to go to extremes for this job, prove it.”

“Mr. Ashengrotto… I…” You laugh, but nothing about this is funny. Bile rises in your throat, scalding with sickening acid. “I…”

“Go on then.” Azul waves his hand impatiently, deceptively youthful features twisting with annoyance. “I haven’t got all day.”

Your hands curl into fists, and you dig your nails into your palms so roughly that you break skin. He can’t be serious. He really can’t.

And yet he’s watching you like he expects it.

Again, you look to Jade for help. He lowers his clipboard. “It’s not polite to make one wait, Miss (Name). We pride ourselves on timely efficiency here.”

“But…” You swallow thickly, your hope slowly waning. “But this… This is absurd! I… You must be joking. I can’t possibly—”

“You can,” Azul interjects. “If you want this job, you will do just as I’ve said. Well? The choice is yours. I’ve played my hand.”

Warmth drains from your person until all that’s left is creeping cold.

Oh, you think with devastating resignation, it’s this kind of management. So this is how everyone survives here.

Inhaling through your nose, you steel yourself. Your fingers twitch towards the buttons on your blazer.

“Will I truly get the job?”

“That depends.”

“On what?” you ask, dreading the answer.

“On how far you’re willing to go.”

“C-Can he leave?”

Azul glances at Jade, a sticky smile spreading his lips wide. “Oh, you’ll hurt his feelings with that. How cruel. I can already see the tears brimming in Jade’s eyes.”

“Heartless,” Jade echoes with a sniffle.

You school your scowl into something friendly. “I… I’m sorry, but I don’t feel comfortable with him here…”

“And you do with me? I’m flattered, but our past has nothing to do with this. I’m grateful you bothered to give me a Valentine every school year, but those days are behind us. So stop wasting my time. It’s money, and every second you spend stalling is a Madol lost.”

Your lip trembles, but you don’t cry. You won’t give either of these rotten monsters the satisfaction.

“H-How much do I have to undress to get the job?” You toy with a button, regret pooling in your stomach.

It’s not worth it. I should leave.

You should, but can you?

“We’ll see. I’m feeling generous today, so your fortune may just be favorable.”

Hopeless, you shut your eyes, exhale a defeated breath, and harden your features into something unshakeable.

I’m sorry, Riddle. I’m not a gear here. I’m not even human.

Slowly, while holding unbreakable eye contact, you undo each button on your blazer. You shrug out of it seconds later, dropping it to the floor unceremoniously. Azul and Jade follow your movements like expert predators ensorcelled by prey.

Here, in this hellish bathyal zone, I’m just a whale fall.

From there, you move to your blouse next. You untuck it from your pencil skirt, allowing the fabric to fall freely. Deft fingers work at the buttons, traveling further down until there’s nothing left of the garment protecting your nudity. That, too, joins the slowly forming heap on the floor. The action leaves both men transfixed, and they eye your lacy white bralette as if attempting to sear the sight into their retinas. At one point, Jade decides to write something down. You fondly contemplate all the ways in which he should die.

“Will that be all?”

“Keep going.”

“Haven’t I done enough?”

“If you have room in that mouth to voice complaints, you can stuff it with my—”

You yank your pencil skirt down, silencing the sin that was ready to spill from Azul’s lips. Jade doesn’t muffle his snicker. Again, you fantasize about pushing him out the window.

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

With trembling hands, you reach behind your back to unclasp your bra. It’s peeled from your chest then, exposing your tits for their ravenous leering. Their silence says enough. After what feels like an eternity, Azul stops you when you start to slide your panties down.

“I’ve seen enough.”

“On the contrary, I’ve yet to have my fill.” Jade smiles at you, hiding behind his clipboard like the coy bastard he is.

You stand there, clutching your bra so tightly your knuckles ache. “Is… Is it over?”

“For now.”

At that, you fall to your knees, wrap your arms around your chest, and suck in great gulps of air. Fixing your stare on the floor, you find yourself unable to meet his azure hues. If you do, you may just vomit. Footsteps click their way over to you. He pauses; you can feel his gaze burning through you. And then his fingers ghost over your bare shoulder, dancing like playful puppets.

“You start Monday. Bright and early,” Azul says. There’s a detached, clinical edge to the fluff. “I expect wonderful things from you, Miss Marketing Manager.”

As if his words have materialized to topple you—to shatter what’s left of your dignity—you almost collapse. Your arms shoot out to catch you; your palms press against the icy tiles. Still, you don’t cry. Jade’s leather shoes enter your line of sight, which immediately dries your ducts. You don’t have to look to see the satisfied smirk sharpening on his lips because you hear it.

“I must thank you for the entertaining show. Perhaps you should have considered a career in acting.” He drapes your blazer over your shoulders for added effect.

It’s the loudest fuck you in the quietest sentence.

I hope you die a million painful deaths, you despotic, disgusting dickhead.

When you finally stagger out of the building—fully clothed and gutted—dropping thirty-something floors from heaven to the sensible earth below in a compact lift, you fish your phone out of your bag. You’re moving on autopilot when you press his contact. Trey answers on the third ring.

“I was waiting for this call. So what’s the news? Am I baking a celebration cake or a consolation cake? I’m ready for either one. Just say the word.”

The tears are already streaming down your face. You wipe them away, smudging your makeup in the process. “No consolation needed. I… I got the job…”

“See? I knew you’d get it. This’ll be the best celebration cake you’ve ever tasted. Just you wait and—hey, you okay? You don’t sound good.”

You open and close your mouth, unable to pull a reply from the dry depths of your throat. For one minute, Trey listens to your soft, hiccuping sobs. “I’m just—” you sniffle— “I’m so happy… I can’t wait to eat cake.”

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celeste ur sick bc now im thinking about sally tapping your cheek to bring u back to reality after you get distracted by poseidon’s cock ramming into you nd she says smth like “c’mon, wanna make us proud, right hun?” and i. i can’t breathe. ITS ALL YOUR FAULT

hun … HUN ??? this is YOUR fault actually. ; MDNI

her hips, previously stationary, have started gyrating against your mouth, making up for your own lack of effort.

it’s not your fault really, all three of you know it. you’re distracted, obviously so as your mouth is hung open, tongue sticking flat against your chin as you let sally use you. all because poseidon is using you, big hands holding onto the fat on the outsides of your thighs, utilizing his grip to keep you still as his skin meets yours with every thrust.

he’s fucking you too good, giving you something you could barely handle. you wondered how sally could handle it, but she’s a capable woman, proven by the way she moans unabashedly and tweaks her nipples as her cunt drags against your tongue.

she may be capable, but she isn’t immune to fatigue. you can see it set in, her bright blue eyes revealing themselves from behind pinched eyelids to stare pointedly down at you.

“aren’t i doing your job?” she asks you with a teasing lilt in her voice.

you don’t answer, not that you could, and instead go back to your task with extra enthusiasm to make up for slacking off.

it’s embarrassingly quick that poseidon hits a spot that makes everything in your body tense before briefly relaxing, submitting to your impending orgasm. and sally notices.

she tuts, her hand slaps your cheek lightly.

“c’mon,” she says, leaning down and lowering her voice as if she’s about to tell you a secret. one poseidon wasn’t allowed to hear.

“wanna make us proud, right, hun?”

that’s all it takes for you to completely devote yourself to the task at hand, burying your nose into her cunt and licking up her essence until her body convulses and her moans turn all high pitched and pretty.

the praise poseidon gives you, a firm “atta girl”, makes your brief denial of oxygen worth it.

[rivalriotrenegade]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader Random "I love you"

About fic: Slight comic references, so if you know you know and if you don't that's still okay. Technically monster Simon Riley x reader but can be read as human Simon also no monster parts described so you can imagine whatever you want. As the title suggests the prompt was "random I love you" so Soft Simon Hours. This fic is for @midnightxsecretary (because they asked for more!) also @luvergirl777 because I think they'd like this based off a fic they wrote. One that you should totally go read after this!

Word Count: 593 (Short read)

Warnings: None, but GN reader.

It’s weird really, to see Simon acting so domestic you think to yourself as you silently watch him wash the dishes. The usual uniform has been replaced with a T-shirt and jeans and the balaclava has been traded in for a black surgical mask instead. You smile softly to yourself as you lean the laundry basket against your hip. 

It had taken Simon months before he felt comfortable enough to let his walls down like this. He had constantly been on guard trying his best not to let you see him down, but eventually you managed to peek through the cracks and slowly he let you see more of himself. Despite the fact that there had been plenty of ups and downs in knowing Simon the more you learned about him the more you grew to love him. All the bits and pieces, broken parts and sharp edges, all the things that made him him.

“Hey Simon?” You call out. 

“Yeah?” He replied without looking at you, too focused on finishing the task in front of him to bother turning around when he could hear you perfectly fine like this. 

“I love you.” You say, smile evident in your voice before you continue down the hall to finish your chore. 

For a moment time seems to stand still as Simon freezes… and just like that, with three simple words, you have shook him to his very core. 

You didn’t see the way his shoulders tensed, the way his hands grip the counter. You didn’t hear the deep breath he takes to calm himself and the emotions currently raging inside of him. You didn’t see the way he has to hold himself together to try and keep from crying. You didn’t see the hand he used to cover his eyes as he leaned over the counter because he wasn’t sure he could stand on his own two feet without his knees giving out. 

It had been a long, long, time since Simon Riley had heard those three words and to hear them so suddenly, for no apparent reason, hit him harder than any punch, bullet or knife ever could. 

He wanted so desperately to say it back, to tell you how much you mean to him. That if given the choice he’d take you over the very oxygen he breathes, because without you what purpose does his life have? He is a man who has lost everything. His mother, his brother, his sister-in-law, and nephew have all been killed for the sake of revenge. His teammates, his friends, have died in his arms. His very identity has been stolen from him, forcing him to live his life as a shadow, as a ghost. For the longest time he had lived for nothing more than to fight another day, to survive. But then you came into his life and for the first time in a long time he didn’t want to just survive… He wanted to live. 

But Simon couldn’t say that. Wouldn’t even know how to begin to put it into words. The strength and courage, the amount of vulnerability it would take to say something like that isn’t something he thinks he could handle. Someday, when he has found the right words and has steeled himself he’ll tell you. 

But that day is not today. As of right now he is doing everything in his power not to fall apart. Breathing in and out, washing the dishes in a circular motion, rapidly blinking his eyes and ignoring the stray tear that slips out. 

Hey! Hope you liked it. If not that's okay too. Please leave a comment and let me know your thoughts, I love interacting with you all. Also feel free to send in your requests! Nothing too weird tho. Have a great day :)

[urmultideadfandomperson]

How would the Arcana Twilight boys would react if the MC is an actual polar bear. Or turned into a polar bear? 🐻‍❄️

MC Turns into a Polar Bear

Character/s: Summoner (MC), Arcturus, Spica, Pollux, Alpheratz, Sirius, Vega

Genre/s: Fluff, Cracks

Warning/s: None

Summary: There was a failed experiment with a certain potion, resulting MC turning into a polar bear! What will the Guides do?

Requested by: Anonymous

Note: Thank you for the first ask, anon! I apologize if this was released very long. My schedule this April is particularly busy, and I cannot focus on every task at once. MC being a literal polar bear has already been done by @pomegranateboba. Thank you for being patient, though! May you enjoy your read!

Arcturus

This sorcerer was very surprised in seeing you in such a form.

"Summoner? Is that you??"

No wonder you did not answer his calls on your Stella Tab!

He was about to attack you earlier with his wand when he saw the necklace on your furry neck, and then he realizes that it was you.

Arcturus knows the potion's effect is temporary, so he was kind enough to help you in Contell while being a polar bear.

You cannot speak at anybody, you can only roar in response. Somehow Arcky understands you and was able to translate your roars as words.

Arcturus has knowledge about animals. When he remembered that polar bears usually survive in the cold, he did not hesitate in taking you to a cold room.

When you poofed back, he was both happy and disappointed because (1) the effects finally wore off! But (2), the softness of your fur is gone :(

Either way, he's just happy you're back <3

Spica

He was both surprised and disappointed, maybe even slightly amused.

"Summoner, what... *sighs* what happened? And what did you do?"

Spica was still sane enough to handle this mess.

Though he thought he was dumb for asking you questions when you can only reply with roars.

He helped you throughout the school period in Contell, helping you adjust to your temporary form.

Spica was rather relieved that nobody minded too much about you being a polar bear.

But some students did scream.

And he had a headache trying to calm the students. You had to help him calm down by letting him rest on your fur.

So when you poofed back, the sorcerer was quick to ask if you were alright. After that, he served you some tea.

Pollux

One of the students who screamed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA IT'S A BEAR— W-Wait, Summoner?!!"

Pollux was quick to ask you what happened, but just like Spica, he felt stupid because your only replies were roars.

Either way, he was more than happy to help you throughout class!

When partnered for projects, the sorcerer was more than happy to help you. He wished to do the work, but if you insist in helping him, why not?

He kept flexing you to everyone, saying that he befriended a polar bear

One of the sorcerers who just love to groom your fur! His fingers running through your fur is very ticklish.

When you poof back, he is similar to Arcturus who will pout because you're no longer a bear.

But hey! Pollux is still thankful that you turned back. He wouldn't admit it, but he would panic if the effect was permanent.

Alpheratz

Oh. My. Goodness.

"Bless the stars, Summoner. You turned into a bear... can I sleep on you?"

This man is living the life of having a pillow, even for just a short amount of time.

But that doesn't mean he will not help you. Honestly, it's more of an excuse for him to stay with you longer. But don't take this the wrong way!

Alpheratz is a genius, thus he'd definitely understand your roars. He is the second polar bear translator in Contell.

He knows that polar bears survive in the cold, and what he did was take you to a clearing that was very cool because of the trees giving oxygen. Then he snuggled you to sleep there.

And not gonna lie, it actually felt good just sleeping like this with him.

You swore you almost heard Alpheratz groan in disappointment when you poofed back.

But eventually, he was glad you're back. You're still napping with him in that clearing, though.

Sirius

For some reason, he knew before he even saw you.

"A failed experiment with the potions, I see? Summoner, you could've been careful and you wouldn't end up this way,"

He likes to tease you, but not too much that will make you uncomfortable.

Sirius is actually pretty helpful while you stay in that form. He has a bit of difficulties trying to translate your roars, but it ends well.

This man will definitely just say to everybody of how you ended up like this. The fact he says it so casually wants you to punch him.

This menace is the opposite of Pollux. If the latter will groom your fur, this guy right here will mess with it, leaving you with messy fur.

Now you look like a bear who went through a hurricane.

When you poofed back, Sirius was actually surprised when you roared like a bear at his face for the excessive teasing.

After that, he laughs and continues to mess with you. You cannot escape this maniac because you love him.

Vega

As soon as he saw you, Vega took out his sword and points it at you.

"How did a bear get here in Contell?... wait, Summoner, is that you?"

Once he realizes, he draws back his weapon and apologizes for frightening you like that.

To make it up for you, Vega helps you around Contell and the classes.

When another sorcerer teases you (mainly Sirius), he will not hesitate to draw his sword to them as a warning.

While helping you, he likes to touch your fur with his hands. Heck, the sorcerer is so tempted, he actually took off his gloves just to feel you.

Vega is aware that it is rather hazardous for you, but he likes feeds you with his raspberry gelato.

When you poofed back, he asks if you have any discomforts from the effect of the failed potion. He sighs in relief when you reassure him you are okay.

Regardless of your form, whether you're a human or a polar bear, Vega will always see you as his best friend.

[doublesunsets]

Experiment 002

Tech x Reader PWP - NSFW - Explicit Word Count: 3.1K

Summary: If he thought that your pleasure was worth exploring, you were not going to contradict him. If his analytical mind found your moans interesting enough, you will provide them gladly.

Warnings: reader POV, smut, oral sex female receiving, liberal use of the word 'fascinating', (slightly) overstimulation, did I say smut? Self-indulgent smut

Author's note: Still, I don't even know, mate. Some people asked for seconds, and who am I to get in the way of science. I gave Tech a hair-pulling kink, I'm not sorry. There's no beta, I apologise if there are any mistakes. I also apologise for my pretensions of knowing how to write sex, I'm just trying to have fun. -Sunset

part I & part III

✩ AO3 link

You stood on your toes at the top of the lifting platform, trying to force the hydrospanner to move with the weight of your body, but the angle wasn’t right, and you groaned out loud in frustration. You twisted your body trying to find a good position, but inside the hull there wasn’t that much space around, so when you hit your elbow against some metal part you retaliated saying something about its mother. You were definitely not throwing your frustration at the ship, not of course. 

The Havoc Marauder was stationed at the outskirts of a nice and quiet city that the squad knew to be safe. It had been a couple of intense weeks, some bounty hunter had got sight of the group and there had been some pretty nasty gunfights, but it was all solved now. They were not coming back for any of you. Not for anyone else, for that matter. Besides some scratches already healed, everyone got out of it unscathed, and you were glad for it, you really were. It was a time to feel happy and not other feelings were in the way.  You were definitely not mourning the lack of alone time with Tech, not of course.

When everyone decided to go into the city earlier, Tech announced that he wanted to run a diagnostics on his ship, just to make sure everything was in pristine conditions. As you noticed that Echo was about to volunteer to stay back with him, you stopped him, and told him that you would do it, no problem at all, and even if he hesitated at first, Omega grabbing his hand was all he needed to concede. Tech had been crouched over his datapad already and didn’t notice any of the exchange, so when you let him know that you had stayed behind to help, he startled at your voice, his eyes wide behind his goggles. You let him space, and went to check your usual things, while he kept looking at you, datapad clutched in his hands, like a mynock in headlights. You were definitely not expecting him to be overwhelmed by scientific curiosity again, not of course. 

So far he had been busy plugging and checking, and paying little to no attention to you, but that was to expect. You were quite sure that this piece of junk, that was definitely not mocking you right now, came first to him. Your only hope was that once he finished all his tasks, you came second, and judging by the small movement of the platform, you were right.

“It seems you are having difficulties up there,” Tech’s voice came from some place in front of you, outside the hull.

“I cannot reach it properly!” you growled at the bolt. “The angle is wrong, so I don’t have enough leverage.”

“I have already finished with my diagnostics, allow me to help you.”

“I don’t think we can both fit in here, Tech, don’t wo–,” two firm hands on your hips made you gasp and you almost bit your tongue.

“Two work better than one, darling.” He had climbed onto the platform and was pushing you a little, so he could squeeze himself in between you and the ship. You looked down and instantly regretted it, the visual of Tech on his knees grasping your hips was more than you could handle at the moment with the limited oxygen you had inside the hull.

He pushed himself inside, his head and shoulders managing to fit in, up to your stomach. Your shirt had slid up from your movements, and now his breath was hitting your skin, making your heart pound so hard that it was hard to listen to what he was saying.

“I am quite positive that I can lift you up enough and stabilise you, so you can secure the bolt. Are you prepared?”

“Yes, I–” you cleared your throat, taking a deep breath to focus your thoughts. “Sure, I am ready.”

You were not.

Tech surrounded your hips and looped his arms under your butt, and then stood slowly, lifting you carefully. He was basically hugging you, your mind unhelpfully provided, his face pressed against your stomach, and your left hand flew to his head to ground you. 

“Can you reach it properly now?” His words were spoken directly into you, his breath scorching your skin.

You gulped and forced yourself to look up again, trying to locate the blasted bolt. “Yes, I can. Just, don’t move.” Without thinking, you grasped his head more firmly, his soft hair between your fingers, and focused on your task.

Certainly it was easier from this angle. On the other hand, it was harder, mostly because you were hyper-aware of Tech’s strong arms hugging your thighs and his breath tickling your navel. You attached the hydrospanner to the bolt and started unscrewing it.

“This is a very intimate position,” Tech’s voice broke your concentration, and you almost dropped the hydrospanner on his head.

You snorted. “Are you realising that just now?” 

“I searched for the most efficient way of helping you, I didn’t stop to think about the logistics of it, nor the consequences of you grabbing my hair either, if I’m being honest.”

“The consequences of–” You stopped and finished removing the loose bolt, changing it for the new one in your pocket. When it was done, you grabbed Tech’s hair again, this time a little bit harder, and he hissed. “What kind of consequences, Tech?”

“It seems that proximity to your skin intoxicates my senses,” he muttered almost to himself.

Oh, you knew this tone of voice already. His voice was sharper, meticulous, as calculations rolled around in his mind. You looked down at him, but he was not looking at you, his forehead leaned on your stomach. 

“And that’s all?” He didn’t respond, so you tried again. “Are there any other variables, Tech?”

You punctuated your question with another soft tugging of his hair, the vibrations of his moan straight to your core.

“It also seems that I deeply enjoy the sensation of your hand pulling my hair.”

You felt through your grip how he tilted his head and pressed his face further into you, starting to leave kisses on every patch of skin he could reach. He started with small peaks that soon enough evolved into open-mouthed kisses that left a wet trail. The hydrospanner and his head were your only support points, and they were quickly becoming not enough.

“Maker, Tech,” you breathed out his name like a prayer. “I am not complaining, but do you think I could finish this first?”

“You are perfectly capable of carrying on with your task with what I am doing right now.”

As if to exemplify the opposite of his point, Tech ran his tongue slowly through your navel, and you let out a frustrated groan. His assumptions about how capable you were of working while he was kissing your stomach were highly inaccurate, and as he bit your hipbone, you jerked on his embrace, your hand slipping from the handle of your tool, that luckily stayed secured by its hold on the bolt. He continued kissing and biting at a leisurely pace, completely oblivious of the magnitude of his effect on you. You took another deep breath and managed to take hold of the hydrospanner again, finishing tightening the bolt.

“Okay,” you let him know with a trembling voice, patting his head. “Job’s done, let me down.”

Tech crouched again on the platform floor and took you down with him, but after the tension, your legs failed you, and you fell on your knees the moment he released you. He quickly held you again, stopping your fall, and secured you against his chest. He searched your eyes, a look of concern on his face, but before he could say anything you took the momentum and closed the distance, kissing his lips firmly. Without hesitation, his arms tightened around you, rendering yours useless, trapped between your bodies. When you moved your head back, there was a nice blush on his cheeks, and he looked at you with wide eyes.

“Did you enjoy the sensation of my lips as well?” You asked him cheekily. 

“I am going to need more evidence,” his dazed voice made you smile, but it was short-lived.

He pounced at you and kissed your smile away, leaving only fire. Tech didn’t do anything half-heartedly, and that included kissing. You freed your arms and crept them around his neck while he moved his lips against yours with an insistence that made you arch your back, his firm embrace the only thing keeping you upright. Your fingers entangled with his hair once more, and you were definitely taking a liking to this recently discovered outcome, taking advantage of his gasp to intrude his mouth with your tongue and taste him in an experiment of your own. Your mind couldn’t grasp how such a sharp tongue could be so warm and soft, pliant at your motions, and you could have stayed there, under the open hull of the Marauder, kissing him forever, if it weren’t for his comlink going off at your back.

He moved away and answered over your shoulder, Hunter’s voice coming loud and clear from his vambrace, “Tech. How are those repairs going?”

“Problem?” His clipped tone sounded annoyed, and you started kissing his jawline. Hopefully, the comm didn’t catch his gasp.

“No, no problem at all. We just found a nice place, and were going to grab something decent for once, you two coming?”

“No. I haven’t— we haven’t finished yet. There is no reason to wait for us.” You raised your eyebrows, surprised, but he didn’t look at you.

“Sure, see you later then.” Hunter sounded wary, but didn’t mention anything else and closed the communication.

“I thought you had finished already with the diagnostics,” you observed innocently.

“That is correct. Nonetheless, there is another pressing matter at the moment that requires my attention.” 

“Is that so? Another experiment?”

“Indeed. I just thought about something and would like to test a theory.”

“Which one?”

“I want to check how you cum quicker, with my fingers or my mouth.”

———

Surely all the repairs were done, you hoped, because none of you spared a second glance while going back inside and entering the cockpit. Tech was silent, methodically removing his upper body armour, with a look of concentration of someone who was calculating the best hyperspace route and not the logistics of sex inside a battleship.

You were giddy, your body remembering what it was to be the focus of his attention, currents of electricity travelling through your veins. If he thought that your pleasure was worth exploring, you were not going to contradict him. If his analytical mind found your moans interesting enough, you will provide them gladly. You removed your boots and sat on the pilot chair, turning it to face him, his back to you, and delighted for a moment in the view without the extra layers; even if he hadn't removed his blacks, they left little to the imagination. He looked at you over his shoulder and hummed approvingly at your sitting spot choice.

“What do you want me to do?” Your breathy voice wavered in anticipation, and the corners of his lips turned slightly upward at the sound.

“Well, for the sake of the experiment I am going to need you naked, but allow me,” he strode over you and kneeled on the floor.

Tech reached out and grabbed your knees, blood rushed to your ears while his hands slid up your thighs slowly, until he reached the waist of your trousers. He hooked his fingers under your clothes and tugged both of them down, stopping for you to lift your ass a little, so he could remove them completely. He grabbed your knees again, opening them this time, and the cold air hit your wet cunt, making you hiss between your teeth.

“You are already wet for me, darling. Is it due to the kisses? Or the anticipation?” He glanced at you, 

“Ah, both, I guess. Your hands on my skin are also helping,” you breathed out, eyeing how those hands drew patterns on the inside of your thighs.

“I see.” He grabbed your thigh tightly, his fingers pressing enough to make indentations but stopping on the good side of hurting. “Do you like my hands, then?”

“Maker, yes.” 

“Yes, of course you do,” he tugged, stopping when you were on the edge of the seat. “But for the sake of science, we have to deviate from what we already know. The search for knowledge is insatiable, you know?”

A shudder went through your body at his words, and instinctively opened your legs further, exposing yourself more and giving him all the permission he needed. Not that he seemed to hesitate at his actions, his movements had the usual confidence with which he carried himself, even if under his googles you could see him blushing at your reaction. His whole demeanour was a mixture of cockiness and vulnerability, and it made you want to submit and coddle him in equal parts. You reached with your hand to his jawline, crooking your fingers under his chin.

“And what about you, Tech?” you whispered, looking into his eyes. “Can you be satisfied?”

To your surprise, he shook his head, “Not in the slightest, darling. Since the first time you allowed me to touch you, I have come to realise that I will always want more, you are too fascinating,” your chest tightened, and a whimper escaped your lips. “Right now, though, I’ll be satisfied as soon as I see you come in my mouth.” 

He bowed his head and started kissing up your leg to the apex of your thigh, and stopped there, looking up at you, gauging your reaction. His hot breath hit your cunt, and you squirmed, breathing heavily, unable to stay still. Those brown eyes were scrutinizing you, as if he was trying to discover the very fibre of your existence, it made you feel drunk of a liquor never tasted, seeing him there, kneeled between your legs, his hands clutching your thighs like a lifeline, and for a moment you had the illusion of being the only creature in the galaxy who could capture his attention.

You were not far from begging him to move, forward or backward, you didn’t care, but being on the edge of falling was making your whole body tremble. Your mouth opened, but before you could utter a word, he turned his head and gave an open-mouthed kiss to your cunt, turning your begging into a loud moan.

“Fascinating,” he spoke without moving back, his lips spelling the word into you, and the shiver that went down your spine left you trying to grasp into something, so you wouldn’t slide down to the floor. “Such a good experiment subject, such a good girl.”

Your cunt clenched around nothing at his words, while he took one of your hands and put it on his head. A part of you remembered what he told you earlier and instinctively tangled up your fingers into his hair. His tongue delved down into your folds, and you sobbed at his wet heat. He dragged his tongue back to your clit and closed his lips around it, you moaned and pulled, making him close his eyes and groan, the vibrations going straight through your clit.

Tech seemed intent on only using his mouth this time, but you could feel his fingers pressing harder into your skin with every new gasp falling from your lips, inching closer to your core. His whole focus was on you, away from his own body, and he kept sucking your clit and flickering it steadily with his tongue. When your body was starting to get used to the rhythm, on a clear path to your release, he let it go, and you whimpered at the lost.

You didn’t have much time to recover, as he murmured something that didn’t reach your ears and pushed your legs open as far as the pilot seat allowed him. You could feel your wetness and his spit sliding down, and the knowledge of the state you were leaving his seat in pushed shamefully closer to the edge. He licked down around your entrance, dragging his nose against your clit every time he moved his head, and your other hand went to his nape, trying to hold him against you, to pull him impossibly closer. You weren’t sure if he was indulging your unspoken petition or himself, but he then penetrated you with his tongue, and you moaned obscenely loud while he continued fucking you with it.

Your whole body was a tense wire that needed to be released, you were right there teetering on the edge, shaking and vibrating out of your skin, while Tech continued devouring you without restrains. You tried to speak to no avail, the only thing coming out of your mouth a high-pitched whine, so you pulled his hair once more trying to get him up, until his mouth was back on your clit. He closed his lips around it and sucked, and your whine turned into a cry as your orgasm broke free.

You flew above the seat and came back without even moving, your senses coming back to you one by one. The cold durasteel floor under your feet; the leather seat creaking under the pressure of your body; the bright sun coming from the cockpit windows; and Tech’s warm presence still between your legs. He rested his head on your thigh, panting, his mouth and chin glistening, and you whimpered at the visual. He noticed you looking at him, turned his head and gave you a soft kiss, followed by a smile pressed into your skin.

“You were amazing, such a good girl,” his reassuring words distracted you enough that you didn’t notice his creeping fingers, until they reached your centre and played around gathering your wetness. You were too sensitive after your orgasm and recoiled, but he kissed your thigh again to soothe you. “Shh, it’s fine, darling. You did a truly magnificent job, I believe we broke the record.” 

“How do you know?” your eyes fell shut, and you felt so drained that you could have fallen asleep if only his fingers stopped playing with your cunt as if it was another of his tinkering projects.

“I’ve been timing it in my head, of course.”

“Of course!” You laughed, or chuckled really, your body still under a blissful spell. 

“Now, do you want me to clean you up and go meet the others?” he proposed nonchalantly first, and then without missing a beat buried his index finger up your cunt slowly, your eyes and mouth flew open at the sudden but not unwelcomed intrusion. “Or do you think we could try another experiment? I couldn’t stop thinking about—”

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Hope you enjoyed! Thank you for reading, commenting, liking, sharing, and existing, basically. Tech loves you, and so do I.

Tag list: (in case anyone wants to be tagged for any future shenanigans, just let me know)

@fenharel-enaste

[peeetlovers]

What Do Dogs Usually Do Before They Die? What Are the Signs?

As pet owners, it's crucial to understand the signs and behaviors that indicate a dog might be nearing the end of its life. This knowledge helps us provide the best possible care and make informed decisions during these difficult times. Below, we explore the common signs that a dog is dying, focusing on physical, behavioral, and emotional changes.

1. Changes in Appetite and Thirst

A noticeable decline in a dog’s appetite and water intake is one of the most common signs that they are nearing the end of their life. Dogs may refuse food and water altogether or eat and drink in significantly reduced amounts. This change is often due to a lack of energy and a decline in the body’s ability to process food and fluids.

2. Decreased Mobility and Weakness

As dogs age or become seriously ill, they often experience a marked decrease in mobility. They might have difficulty standing up, walking, or climbing stairs. Muscle weakness and a lack of coordination can make even the simplest tasks challenging. This reduction in mobility is usually due to pain, discomfort, or severe fatigue.

3. Incontinence

Incontinence is a common sign of a dog nearing the end of life. Dogs may lose control of their bladder and bowels due to weakness or a lack of awareness. This can be distressing for both the pet and the owner but is often an unavoidable part of the process.

4. Breathing Difficulties

Changes in breathing patterns are also common in dying dogs. You might notice labored breathing, shallow breaths, or irregularities such as rapid or very slow breathing. These changes are often due to organ failure, which can affect the respiratory system.

5. Behavioral Changes

Behavioral changes can indicate that a dog is nearing the end of its life. Some dogs may become unusually clingy and seek constant companionship, while others may become withdrawn and isolate themselves. These behaviors are often a reflection of discomfort, confusion, or the need for reassurance.

6. Disinterest in Surroundings

A dog nearing the end of its life may show little to no interest in their surroundings or activities they once enjoyed. They may ignore toys, other pets, or people and might not respond to their name or favorite treats. This lack of interest is often due to physical discomfort or mental exhaustion.

7. Extreme Fatigue and Lethargy

Lethargy is a common symptom in dogs that are close to death. They may sleep much more than usual and have little to no energy for physical activities. This extreme fatigue can be attributed to the body shutting down and conserving energy.

8. Pain and Discomfort

Many dogs experience pain and discomfort as they near the end of life. Signs of pain include whining, whimpering, restlessness, and changes in posture. They might also exhibit defensive behavior when touched or handled. Pain management is crucial to ensure a dog’s comfort during this time.

9. Changes in Gum Color

Pale or bluish gums can indicate a lack of oxygen in the blood, which is a sign of severe health issues such as organ failure. Checking a dog’s gums can provide insight into their overall health status.

10. Weight Loss

Significant weight loss is common in dying dogs, often due to a combination of decreased appetite, muscle wasting, and the body’s declining ability to absorb nutrients. This weight loss can be rapid and pronounced.

11. Vomiting and Diarrhea

Frequent vomiting and diarrhea can occur in dogs that are nearing death. These symptoms may be a result of digestive system failure or the body’s inability to process food and liquids properly.

12. Seeking Solitude

Some dogs instinctively seek solitude when they are dying. This behavior is thought to be an instinctual response to protect themselves from potential threats during their vulnerable state. A dog may hide under furniture, in closets, or seek out quiet, isolated spots.

Conclusion

Understanding these signs can help pet owners recognize when their beloved dog is nearing the end of its life. It is essential to consult with a veterinarian to provide the best care and make informed decisions. Providing comfort, managing pain, and offering love and companionship are crucial during this difficult time. Recognizing and acknowledging these signs allows for a more compassionate and prepared approach to saying goodbye to our loyal companions.

Remember, every dog is unique, and the signs may vary. Pay close attention to your dog's behavior and consult with your veterinarian to ensure you are providing the best care possible in their final days.

[mama-qwerty]

WIP Wednesday

(shh don't look at the date I totally posted this on Wednesday I don't know what you're talking about)

This is a bit I wrote for my likely-never-to-be-written Shadow story, that takes place after the bit I posted for Flashback Friday.

Maria's tasked with taking care of baby Shadow, but things aren't going well.

~~~~~

It was the fourth night since I was given this assignment. Shadow still occasionally stopped breathing, and so far my “touch his cheek” technique still worked to get him started again.

So far.

I noticed it was losing its effectiveness over the last day or so. He was also starting to get more fussy. Grunting and whining as he squirmed in his little plastic home.

I watched him as I flipped through a magazine for the tenth time. Shadow didn’t seem to be doing well today. I checked the clipboard where I marked his vitals—heart rate, oxygen levels, body temperature, etc. All were dropping steadily over the past few hours.

I had shared my concerns with the professor, who only shook his head. “We’re doing everything we can. There’s not much more help we can give him. This fight is up to him.”

The general was less sympathetic. “I wasn’t on board with this thing in the first place. If it dies, you’ll be reassigned.”

Small comfort.

I didn’t want the little guy to die. The whole situation still hit me as strange and weird, but I didn’t want Shadow to die.

But if the doctor had no idea how to help him, what could I do?

I frowned as he squirmed again. I didn’t think he was dirty—I had changed his tiny diaper just 20 minutes ago, and it really hadn’t been all that dirty. He was still breathing, but it was shallow. His heart rate dropped.

My heart skipped as I realized I was watching this baby die.

I considering calling the professor. Would he know what to do? Based on our conversation earlier in the day, I doubted it. He seemed content with letting nature take its course, so to speak. It’s like he’d already given up on the little guy.

Should I? I was just a private, thrown into something I didn’t understand. I had no real stake in this project. Shadow was some weird, genetically engineered creation. Maybe he wasn’t meant to survive. Maybe it really was best to stop fighting for him.

Could I do that?

He squirmed again, this time uttering a tiny cry.

No.

I couldn’t.

I simply couldn’t stand by and watch that baby die.

My mind raced, trying to think of something, anything, to try. I knew woefully little about babies in general, but one memory surfaced, like a flash of inspiration.

When I was little, a neighbor had told my mom about her daughter’s premature baby. It lived in the NICU for a few weeks, getting weaker by the day. The nurses had suggested her daughter place the baby on her chest, as sometimes that skin-to-skin contact helped stabilize the baby’s breathing and heartbeat. It had worked for them.

I looked at the baby in the incubator.

It was worth a try.

“I may not be your mother,” I said, unbuttoning my uniform shirt and tossing it on the table. “But I’m the best you’ve got.”

I opened the incubator and carefully lifted the tiny hedgehog out. I made sure to keep all the wires attached, and handle him carefully. I had already gotten pricked by his quills as I changed his diaper once.

Slowly, carefully, I sat in the chair and tucked him into my undershirt. I positioned him over my heart, hoping my steady rhythm would help him.

I’m not sure what I expected. The monitors continued to beep an ever slowing tempo. He lay still against my chest, and I told myself that if he died, at least it wouldn’t be alone in that plastic box.

We sat together for a while, and I tried to ignore the monitors. I started humming to myself to drown out the beeps. I didn’t want to hear how slow they were getting.

I closed my eyes, resting a hand on Shadow’s back. He was tucked beneath my shirt, protecting my hand from his quills. I gently stroked his head with my thumb, still humming. A song from the 60s came to mind, one of my favorites, and I started signing softly.

“Stars shining bright above you,

Night breezes seem to whisper, I love you

Birds singing in the sycamore tree,

Dream a little dream of me . . .”

I continued with the song, holding the little hedgehog to my chest. Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, running down my cheeks.

The song ended, and I sat still, breathing through the sadness that had engulfed me. This poor baby. It wasn’t fair. He had spent his entire short life in that incubator, and now he’d never . . .

A sound pushed through my thoughts and I opened my eyes. The always present beep of his life monitors had not stopped. In fact, they sounded stronger. Steadier.

I looked down at the baby on my chest and nearly gasped when I found two red eyes gazing up at me. His ears faced forward, honed in on my voice. I had never seen him looking this awake. This alert.

“Hey, Fuzzbutt,” I said, my voice soft. “Decided to stick around a little longer, huh? Good. I’m afraid I’m growing quite fond of you.”

[toxinellebug]

Paris and the World under The Supreme’s Rule Headcannons

Back during WW2, when Marianne suggested to Wang Fu they should use the Miraculous, she of course meant using them to fight. Wang Fu decided to use them to make a wish;

World Peace.

The price?

World freedom.

So there are SOME good things… No war in Vietnam, no war in Isreal, and good news Americans; 9/11 never happened and school shootings do not exist because it is impossible for anyone to get a gun, not even hunters!

On the downside, no guns for hunting means wildlife conservation is a thing of the past. Animal overpopulation in addition to human deforestation has led to a significant decrease in food sources for wildlife, many of which have gone extinct due to starvation. Another plus side is there are no “slap on the wrist” punishments for criminals who assault women and children. Death penalty is a very effective way to prevent recurring crimes.

Prisons are also no longer a multi-million dollar drain on tax-paying citizens; no free room and board for criminals. They all have to work in labor camps to earn every morsel of food and live in 15 square foot cells.

(Marinette’s Grandmother is currently serving time in a labor camp)

There aren’t really much in the way of trials either… You are arrested for a crime, presented with the facts/evidence, then sentenced.

There are no homeless wandering streets, begging for hand-outs. There are special labor camps for the impoverished where they are assigned tasks that meet their physical and mental abilities, snd are paid enough to afford them cheap living quarters, approximately 130 square feet in size, and the most basic of food stuffs and hygiene products to keep them alive. No, they cannot refuse.

Remember, the Supreme knows best.

Project Oxygen is a go- several small parks have been “re-habilitated” into giant filters and fresh air is beginning to be sold in fancy plastic bottles thanks to Bertrand King. He’s been trying for a while to convince Gabriel that Adrien should do commercials for Project Oxygen, as it would be great for the boy’s career…. But Gabriel always comes up with an excuse to get out of it. The latest being that it wouldn’t match with Adrien’s new look.

Audrey Bourgeois ADORES Adrien’s new look! It’s so much more bold and edgy! Also, the latest fashion trend is not glitter, it’s metal studs- industry and progress in a sleek, metallic form.

Audrey is home more often than Andre, who could be gone for months at a time working on one of his movies. But of course he still handles important paperwork and does video calls to check on hotel and sends lots of very expensive gifts to his little Princess.

Chloe is even more abusive and demanding of Sabrina, and poor Sabrina puts up with it for her father’s sake-

There has been a lot of vandalism lately (thanks to Shadybug and ClawNoir) and talk that Enforcers just aren’t as effective at keeping the order as they used to be. Word is that tech Giant Tsurugi is in the process of designing new automatons that will be more efficient (and less costly) than human Enforcers. Who knows? There may even be a surge of Enforcer lay-offs if the project becomes successful. Chloe has hinted that she MIGHT be willing to put in a good word with Daddy, should Mr. Raincomprix be one of the many Enforcers who finds himself out of a job. The Hotel could always use more security guards/bouncers. But since Daddy ONLY hires the most DEDICATED employees… Well, how can Chloe possibly make a recommendation if she’s not sure Sabrina’s dad would REALLY give it his all? So Sabrina bends over backwards until she breaks and then some to keep Chloe happy.

Officer Raincomprix is also uneasy about talks of future layoffs, and as such, has become harsh in Enforcing law and order. No little wrong doing goes unnoticed or forgiven. No leniency. (Think Roger-cop without the Akuma).

Rose is not that perky. Under the Supreme, there is no socialist nonsense like Universal Healthcare, so medicines, doctor visits, prescriptions, hospitals… it’s all crazy expensive just like in the USA. This means, in order for Rose to be able to attend a private school like Francois Dupont; her parents work a LOT of overtime and pinch pennies whenever they can. So it’s very lonely at home and in this universe, Rose has not (yet) met Juleka (as stated in previous headcannon). Instead of Unicorns, Rose’s favorite animal is the Caladrius, (a mythological bird that can heal any illness). Though unicorns and kittens are still in her top five favs.

Rose doesn’t see the word through rose-colored glasses. She can’t see the silver-lining in ever raincloud… Instead, she tries to make it herself; if there is no positive, she will just have to invent one! It’s more work, and exhausting, but she HAS to, otherwise she’d drown in depression. Rose’s illness is kept a secret, not because she fears people will treat her with pity, but that she fears people will look down on her; like she’s a burden on her parents, like it’s annoying to have to put up with her weakness.

(I’ve actually been sick myself, since xmas day in fact- perhaps as punishment from the universe for making ClawNoir cataclysm Santa Claus)

Penny is Bob Roth’s personal servant- er, I mean, assistant… which means she’s also gopher for XY. (There is no woman in Paris more miserable than Penny).

Jean-Pierre Monlataing is still an Art teacher at Francois Dupont… and he teaches traditional art styles. Helping students practice time-honored techniques through repetition and standardization. Graffiti is not art, so no spray-paint cans in his classroom! Alix Kubdel is his most troubled student. Marinette does not attend art club. Nathaniel shows great talent for portraits.

Jalil strives to be better than his father; he admire Nathalie Sancoeur and hopes to rise to her position of Director of the Louvre someday.

Directors of Museums are prestigious positions you have to work hard your whole life to even be considered for, as The Supreme appoints them. As far as the public knows, this is for the sake of preserving history as well as ensuring that dangerous ideas from the past do not repeat themselves and inspire anarchy in young, impressionable minds.

The reality is that they are searching for clues to missing Miraculous.

The Supreme has already taken steps to ensure the Prodigious will never pose a threat to his power (Temple and access to cave have been destroyed and the bracelet has been confiscated and placed in a secure location).

But there are still most likely Miraculous scattered across the earth. Gems that, if fallen into the “wrong hands” could disrupt the peace and order that the Supreme has worked hard to maintain.

Marianne intends to find these Miraculous first… if only she had the help of someone younger and more physically up to the challenge.

When Gabriel/Betterfly/Hesperia forms “The Resistance” and Marianne is introduced to their ranks, this is exactly the plan she suggests in order to take down The Supreme and give power back to all the people.

She only has a few clues on where to start searching though.

…Fun fact, if you were to unify the Ladybug miraculous of creation with the Eagle miraculous of freedom, you would get Ladybird- determined to create a new, free world.

[whumpsmith-participates]

Medwhump May 2024

Day 26 - Oxygen mask / Poisoning

TW: coughing up blood, open ending, tobacco

@medwhumpmay

Fetch didn't just like to smoke, he needed it. He wasn't afraid to admit it was an addiction, but it was the lesser of two evils, so he allowed himself to have this one thing. Was it still unhealthy? Of course, but he would worry about that when he was older and hopefully less stressed due to work, or his idiot teenage roommate getting himself into trouble.

Actually Erick was fine now. He survived hospital, and they managed to get out without raising any suspicions. It definitely helped that Fetch's mob friend bribed some staff and covered the bill generously, but that now meant that Fetch owed him, and he had to visit his mansion in Nevada to come to an agreement about how he would pay him back.

He let Erick tag along. He was well enough to move around again, though the journey did take a lot out of him, Fetch hoped Tito might have a task or two for him too. It was his medical bill after all.

But Tito wasn't comfortable sending him on any assignments while he was still recovering, instead suggesting that he could stay and tutor his daughter again while Fetch did a couple of simple jobs to return the favour.

"I feel like I should be doing more," Erick said, fumbling with the hem of his shirt a bit.

"I appreciate that, Erick, but frankly you look like you should still be in bed," Tito said.

"He wanted to come," Fetch said unprompted, sitting back in his chair while pulling out his pack of cigarettes, "do you mind?"

"No, go ahead," Tito said, even pulling an ashtray from his desk drawer and placing it near the edge so Fetch could reach it.

However, as Fetch opened his pack, all he found was a plastic lighter inside. Great. He'd forgotten to buy a new pack on their last stop on the way to the mansion.

"Oh dear, did you run out?" Tito asked, "I'm sure Jonas can procure some before we finish this meeting."

He looked at his assistant, just as he was actively frowning, looking as if his boss had asked him to do something incredibly foul.

"Give me...ten minutes," Jonas finally said, putting his tablet on the cabinet behind the desk before leaving.

Fetch couldn't help but to smirk. He and Jonas did not get along, so any time Tito made one do something for the other, they would revel in it. Erick rolled his eyes a little at Fetch's smug expression. He didn't like Jonas either, but he couldn't help but to feel sorry for him, given that he didn't even have a chance to say no. And he knew what that felt like.

"Erick, why don't you go say hi to Giulia while I finish up with Fetcher?" Tito suggested, "you still remember the way to her room, right?"

"Of course," Erick said, getting up, "thanks, Mr Rana."

Tito smiled as the boy left, before turning back to Fetch.

"Always so polite," he said, "now then..."

They went over a couple of jobs together, discussing which and how many Fetch would do without pay to make up for the bribe and medical bill. It was a bit of a puzzle, so Fetch was almost happy when Jonas returned, but mostly because he tossed him a new pack of Marlboro red, and he didn't even think twice before lighting one.

In the end they decided on two consecutive assignments that Fetch could handle on his own, while Erick fulfilled the third by doing different work around the mansion, starting with making sure Tito's daughter wouldn't fail her maths class.

When it was time for him to set out, he waited by the fountain in the driveway while smoking another cigarette. He wanted to see Erick before leaving, feeling like he should remind him to behave while he wasn't there to look after him. He spotted the boy coming out through the front door and waved him over. Erick thanked the guard that held the door open for him and hurried to Fetch's side.

"So what did Mr Rana say?" he asked as soon as he was within earshot.

"We can pay him back in three jobs," Fetch said, "two of which— cough! Two of which I'll do, and the third one is for you."

He looked down at his cigarette, wondering if he was imagining the odd aftertaste.

"Which is to help Giulia with her homework?" Erick asked.

"And whatever else they ask you to do," Fetch said, "does this thing smell weird to you?"

"...it stinks as much as usual," Erick said with a shrug.

Fetch just tossed the remaining and still-burning half of the cigarette at him. Erick didn't even have to dodge, simply bending over with a sigh to press it out before picking it up.

"I don't think Mr Rana would like it very much if you littered his driveway," he said.

"Shut up— cough! Who asked you?"

Fetch coughed a bit more. Erick nearly considered making a comment on his smoking, if it hadn't turned into a coughing fit. Instead he pocketed the cigarette so he could throw it away later before trying to get Fetch to sit on the edge of the fountain.

"Are you okay, sir?"

Fetch just shoved him away as he sat down, shaking his head as he continued to cough.

"Cough! Water— Van..."

Erick nodded, quickly heading towards Fetch's van to find him some water. As soon as there was enough distance between them, Fetch forced himself to cough a bit harder, hoping to clear whatever was bothering him, only to end up hacking up a handful of blood.

"...The fuck—"

"Fetch?"

Fetch looked up, getting a good look at Erick's shocked face before the dark void in the corner of his eyes suddenly and rapidly took over him. His vision returned as fast as it disappeared, but it was blurry. He was looking up at the sky, his ears ringing, a familiar blonde figure hovering over him.

Honestly, Erick wasn't even entirely sure what to do, but he was running on autopilot as he rushed to Fetch's side. He was coughing up more blood, so he yanked on his arm to roll him onto his side, before remembering that he could also call for help.

The mansion had so much staff, there was always someone within earshot, and before he knew it they were surrounded by people to help. And of course the commotion attracted even more people. Erick had to step back in the end, trying to stay calm as he watched the guards trying to get Fetch to his feet so they could take him inside to see their medic.

"Oh my, whatever happened here?"

Erick looked up finding that Jonas had joined them. Of course he would come to gloat...and then it hit him.

"You did this to him," Erick said.

He could've sworn Jonas smirked before looking at him with the usual smug expression.

"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."

"Oh fuck off!" Erick said, "I know you did something to him!"

"Maybe it's his smoking habit finally catching up with him~"

"You gave him those cigarettes, you son of a bitch!"

However, before Erick got the chance to even consider shaking the truth out of him, Jonas had already snapped his fingers and one of the guards grabbed the teen from behind, forcing him down onto his knees.

"What you're insinuating is preposterous," Jonas said, "Mr Rana would have my head— Which is of course the only reason I would never, but a very good reason nonetheless."

"You go behind his back all the time!" Erick argued.

"Whatever gave you that idea?" Jonas said, "I can't have you spreading those ideas around...take him to the basement."

"What about Fetcher?" Another guard asked.

"He stopped breathing, Jonas!"

"Well, I suppose we could call the medic," Jonas said, "take him inside. And silence the boy on his way down."

Erick's eyes widened and he tried to pull away from the guard, but he didn't have the strength to free himself and he could only watch as they dragged Fetch away, blood dripping down his chin and onto his shirt.

"N-no! Fetch— Let go, Ben! Fetch!!"

"Sorry, bud, Jonas calls the shots," Ben just said, pulling Erick back to his feet and heading after Fetch.

However, once inside they parted ways. The last Erick saw of Fetch was him being dragged up the stairs, while he himself was shoved through a door leading down another stairwell.

"Ben! Ben, please! Jonas poisoned Fetch somehow!" Erick bargained, "it's probably the cigarettes! He said they tasted weird! Test them!"

"That's above my pay grade, man," Ben said, grunting a bit as he had to both stop the teen from escaping as well as making sure they didn't both fall down the stairs.

"Oh grow a pair!" Erick snapped, "If Fetch dies his blood will be on your hands too!"

"Calm down, I'm sure the medic will do whatever he can," Ben said, patient as ever, "Jonas can't keep you down here forever either. Just consider it a time-out."

"Screw you, Ben!"

Sorry for the open end, but else it would've ran on wayyyy too long. Is Fetch going to survive? Up to you~

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Taglist for the dynamic duo: @lavndvrr

[bullet-prooflove]

StolenMoments!Series Part Four: Last Words - Vostanik Sabatino x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @novamariestark @words-and-seeds

You’ve been in a relationship with Sabatino for three months when you are captured by insurgents outside of a village near Khost. It’s a flurry of stolen moments, nights spent tangled up in each other whilst Granger’s off base, secret smiles when you run into each other, small gestures meant to make each other’s lives easier. It’s the happiest that Sabatino has been in a long time.

Your intelligence network has been running for over two months when it happens. There’s a steady stream of information flowing through all the appropriate channels and the intel, it’s good. The task force has managed to track down several terrorist cells, striking a hard blow to Taliban efforts in the immediate area. Sabatino thinks that’s the reason they came after you, they want the names of your assets. You would rather die than give up that information. It’s Sabatino’s worst nightmare, because he remembers what they did to Sanders, he knows they’ll do worse to you.

They have half a day on Sabatino by the time he finds out that you’re missing. He’s spent a week out in the mountains, searching the caves for a guy they believe is hiding out there when he calls to check in with Granger. When he gets the news, it feels like his heart stops in his chest, the oxygen rushes out of his lungs and for a minute he can’t breathe.

“You need to come back in.” Granger tells him as he holds onto the sat phone so tightly, he hears the plastic creak.

“No.” Sabatino tells Granger, his voice rough with emotion. “I’m close to the location she was taken. I can catch up with them.”

“You’ve been out there over a week. Come back in, refuel. That’s an order.” Granger barks and Sabatino, he doesn’t give a shit because as far as he’s concerned Granger’s not his boss, he has no authority over him. Even if he was, that wouldn’t stop him.

“And lose more time? I don’t think so.” He hangs up on Granger before tucking the sat phone back into his pocket. He does a mental inventory of his supplies, considers the items he has on him, what he can harvest from the land. It gets sparse when it comes to higher up in the mountains, but he’ll handle that when he gets to it.

He manages to track the group into the Kush, submitting coordinates as often as he can to Granger. Each time the other man tries to order him back and each time he refuses. By now your team are already on route and Sabatino is trying to give them the best chance he can of catching up because from what he can see of the convoy, he’s going to need the manpower.

They’re moving fast towards the Pakistan border and if he has any hope of stopping them, he’s going to need back up because if they get you over there, you’re as good as dead.

Things turn to shit when he ends up in a skirmish with a small splinter group. He takes a bullet, it’s a through and through, transecting the muscle in his left bicep. It hurts like a fucker but it’s nothing more than a flesh wound. The problem is it won’t stop bleeding and he has nothing to stem it with. He leaves a trail of blood and three dead bodies in his wake.

It’s not long after that that your team catches up with him, the only weapon he has on him is a combat knife, he almost takes out Callen when he sneaks up on him in the brush.

“Did you see her?” Sam asks him as he bandages the wound in Sabatino’s left arm.

“Yea.” He says, closing his eyes for a brief moment. He’d caught a glimpse of you through his binoculars when he was up on the ridge. Your hands were bound in front of you, your face bloodied, smeared with dirt and marred with bruising. The beating has gone further than just your face, he could tell from the stiffness as you moved. The look in your eyes, it’s furious and fierce. You still have that fire in you despite the fact you know exactly what awaits you. “She’s still fighting.”

When they find the convoy, they’re presented with a problem. Their group is outgunned, outmanned and extremely low on resources. The Taliban outnumber them seven to one and Sabatino is wounded. Their only saving grace is when Deek’s comes through with another option. He has a prisoner they might be interested in, the father of the man that leads the group.

An exchange is negotiated.

You for the father.

When the helicopter lands with their hostage, Granger tries to shove him onto it so he can receive medical treatment.

“Sit this one out, you’re injured.”

“You know what she means to me.” Sabatino snarls at the other man, jabbing his finger towards the group. He knows all of those late-night trysts haven’t gone unnoticed, that the Acting Director understands it’s a lot more than just two agents blowing off steam. “Let me do the walk, instead of risking one of your assets.”

He makes a good point. Sabatino is expendable at least in the eyes of NCIS. If he dies here today, there’s no one to mourn him, they don’t even have to bring his body back. The CIA will claim he never existed.

It’s Sabatino that walks their prisoner into the centre of the clearing. He keeps his face impassive, his gaze fixed on you as they march forward. It’s worse than he thought, one of your eyes is bloodshot, your nose is broken. He can hear the wheeze in your chest, see the shortness of breath. He thinks they may have cracked a rib or two when they beat you. It breaks his fucking heart because he never wanted any of this for you.

When they shove you from behind, you stumble. He catches you in his arms, ignoring the pain that tears at his left bicep as he supports your weight. He wraps his good arm around your shoulders, clasping you close, tucking you into his side before he leads you towards the safety of the chopper.

It’s only as he turns his back that he hears the click of the pistol. This is the other reason it had to be him, he knows the Taliban can never let an asset like you go, not even for the father of their leader. The damage you’ve done already, it’s too great. The damage you will do if they let you go…

It would be catastrophic to their organisation.

He hauls you against him, shielding you from harm with his body as the gunshot explodes through the air, ringing in his ears. He feels the bullet searing through his flesh, the impact smashing into him.

It’s a blur after that, a haze of motion in the midst of the agony that rips through his chest. Every time he blinks the scene changes. The sky, the rotors of the helicopter, and then your face. His gaze locks on you, his hand trembling as he seeks out yours. You clasp it tightly and he smiles despite the fact he can taste copper on his tongue. He wants to tell you that it’s ok, that this was meant to happen. So long as you’re alive and safe it doesn’t matter.

He opens his mouth to speak but his brain can’t form the words in English, so he slips back into his mother’s tongue, the one he was raised on.

“Yes sirum yem k’ez,” he whispers in Armenian.

Your forehead comes to rest upon his, his fingertips ghosting along the line of your cheek as the darkness twinges at the edges of his vision. He tries to hold on, he really does but that exhaustion it overwhelms him, dragging him under.

“Yes sirum yem k’ez,” he repeats as he slips away. “Yes sirum yem k’ez,”

I love you, I love you, I love you.

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[calinaannehart]

the parts we play - chapter 2

Buck’s fifth day shadowing the 118 is one of those rare days when the bell stays silent.

It gives Buck a chance to learn about the less thrilling aspects of the job, ones that Eddie is sure won’t be included in the movie, but are good for Buck to experience. He works the man hard, giving him job, after job, after job, everything from topping up the engine fluids and polishing the trucks to checking stock and refilling the oxygen tanks. To give Buck his credit he follows every instruction, completes every task Eddie gives him without complaint, and even takes notes, scribbling in a little black notebook that Eddie has noticed him keeping in his pants pocket. 

By mid-afternoon they hadn’t had a single call, all the maintenance chores are done and the crew have dispersed around the station, some working out in the gym, others playing pool or ping pong, and the rest are lounging in the upstairs loft. Hen has out a medical textbook while Eddie and Buck are going head to head on Street Fighter, and they’re evenly matched for wins and losses.

“Bobby always says it’s strange to hope for boring, but we do,” Eddie tells him after Buck has complained about being bored for the fourth time.

“It’s not like I want like a big disaster or something,” Buck laments, sinking back into the cushions of the couch, thumbs mashing the buttons of the gaming control in his hand as his character gets in another punch on Eddie’s. “Just like a cat in a tree or something, anything to just get out of this place.”

“Well, it’s a good lesson for you that being a firefighter isn’t always as exhilarating as people think it is,” Hen pipes in without lifting her eyes from the medical textbook in her hands. “There’s a lot of other parts to the job that people don’t see.”

“Paperwork, polishing the truck, restocking the ambulance,” Chim lists, shoving a fresh piece of chewing gum into his mouth to join the wad already wedged between his teeth. 

“All of which you’ve done today,” Eddie adds, grinning mirthlessly at Buck over the rim of his coffee cup.

“Yeah, and now I hurt in places I didn’t know existed,” Buck grumbles as he kneads at his right shoulder blade as though demonstrating just how sore he is. “I mean, I keep fit, right? I hit the gym, I followed a strict workout regime when I played The Knave, but man, today was something else.”

“And that’s just the in-house stuff,” Bobby chimes in from the kitchen where he’s prepping the crew dinner for that evening. “Imagine how your body would feel after handling all the heavy equipment during a large-scale emergency.”

“Ladders, hoses, saws, jaws,” Chimney rattles off, counting on his fingers. “Axes, Halligan’s, oxygen tanks, spreaders, rams, Jafco’s, med kits, winches—”

“Yeah, yeah, I get the point,” Buck chuckles. “You guys are badass.”

“It’s not about being badass, it’s just a different type of fitness level,” Bobby continues, waving a spatula as he talks. “For you, fitness is about staying healthy and looking good for a particular role. For us, fitness is a matter of life or death, if we don’t develop our strength and endurance to a high enough level we won’t survive.”

The amusement drops quickly from Buck’s face, a somber expression replacing it. “I never thought of it that way,” He admits, looking round at them all in turn. “That’s…that must be a heavy feeling.”

“It’s the life we chose.” Bobby declares proudly. “That’s the firefighting gig for you. We knew the risks when we joined the department, but it’s up to us to minimize those risks as best we can so that we can go home to our families at the end of every shift.”

“Well, I still think you’re all badass.” Buck grins, raising his coffee mug and saluting them all.

“The point is,” Chim lifts his arms over his head, cracking his spine over the back of the couch. “Some days we get all the action and some days are just Q word”

“Q word?” Buck squints in confusion, and Eddie takes advantage of the lapse in concentration to get the upper hand and finally manages to knock out Buck’s character.

“You know,” Buck looks at Chim in time to catch the man lifting a finger to his lips.

“Oh, you mean quie—”

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[birdylion]

coordinating helpers in first aid / CPR situations

** Disclaimer 1, I'm not a professional. I'm a layperson who's passionate about first aid and has been learning about cooperation in first aid situations. If any professional here has corrections to this, please add them. **

** Disclaimer 2, this can in no way be a full instruction for CPR itself. You have to learn and practice that in a class.**

In the First Aid classes I know, it is assumed that you are alone when someone goes into cardiac arrest or you find an unconscious person who needs CPR. That's because they want to train you to be able to do it when you are alone. But often, you aren't. You're on the bus, at the table with friends, or at work. In these classes, that's brushed aside with "make use of others and delegate tasks". But what does that mean, actually? Let's break that down.

When you're alone, the steps when you find an unconscious person are: 1. Talk to them, touch them, see if the react. If no: 2. Lay them down on a flat and hard surface, overflex their head (this frees the airway, which is otherwise blocked by the tongue) and hold your cheek over their mouth and nose for 6-10 seconds - do you hear & feel normal breathing? And watch their torso from this position, does it move when they breathe? If not, they need CPR. ¹ Time is of the essence here, and every minute counts! 3. Call for help around you, 4. Call an emergengy service, (4b. If you happen to have an AED really close by, grab it and follow its instructions) 5. start CPR and don't stop until the paramedics tell you to². To do that, you remove any clothing over the breast bone, and start the compressions. The recommended rhythm is 30 compressions, and then 2 mouth-to-mouth respirations. ³ And so on.

(¹ Current guidelines where I am don't recommend checking for a pulse.

² or the situation is too dangerous for you to keep going, or you and everyone else are physically completely exhaused

³ For those you again have to overextend the head. if the air doesn't go through on the first one, check again that the neck is extended back. If it doesn't go through then, go back to the chest compressions. Seriously. They are more important than the breathing.)

You can do some of these steps together – you can put your phone on speaker and make the call while you remove the clothing and start the compressions. But all in all, it's one step after the other, and you have to do everything ... or is it?

That's all assuming no one helps you. But what if they do?

Let's assume you are with others when someone goes into cardiac arrest. The key thing now is: All the tasks listed above still have to be done, but others can do stuff too, and more. It's just that someone needs to keep them in mind and make sure they get done.

How you go about that depends on who's with you, and how well you know their first aid and other skills.

/1. Check the breathing like described above. From the moment you know they need CPR, you say it out loud, and start removing the clothing. While you do that: Ask who knows how to do CPR, if you don't know already. Keep as many of those people around you as you can spare. You're going to need their help soon.

If someone knows how to do it, tell them to start. You will now stay close, but handle the organisational part. If the others aren't sure how it works, and you are, then you start the compressions. (Seeing you do it might remind them how it goes if they learned it years ago, and they can take over from you later.)

Starting CPR has the highest urgency right now: the heart isn't pumping blood anymore, so the brain doesn't get oxygen, and will start taking damage very soon. The compressions are a manual pump that helps move the blood and its oxygen, so the brain doesn't die. They don't restart the heart, they just make sure that the brain is still able to work once the heart is beating again. This is also why you never stop the compression-respiration-cycle. The moment you stop is the moment the timer for when the brain starts dying resets again.

If no one else takes control of the organisational part, you do that too:

/2. You tell someone to call the emergency service, and then to report back to you. Preferably someone who can tell them exactly where you are, and how to get there if that's not obvious. This is the next highest priority. It's actually the most important thing, because it's the most reliable way to actually save your patients life. If you're not doing compressions, you can make the phone call yourself.

The few seconds it takes to start CPR won't hold up the paramedics much, but they can make a difference for the brain, that's why you can start pumping first when you have enough people that someone else makes the call.

/3. If you have another person to spare, ask them to check if there's an AED nearby somewhere⁴. If you remember the location of an AED that's close, then tell the person where to get it. They're getting more common and often can be found in public areas, on official buildings, ... If there's one, ask the physically fittest and most able person to hurry (without endangering themselves) and retrieve it. During the time before the doctor arrives, an automatic external defibrilator is the only thing that might restart your patient's heart, and you want that as early as possible, because the chances that it actually does that get slimmer as time passes.

⁴ there are ways to check online, such as https://openaedmap.org They might not be complete, but better than nothing. Depending on your country there might be other pages and tools to check.

Once these two things are done, you have done everything you can at the moment to make sure effective help is on the way. Remember that you or someone else kept up the chest compressions during all of that. If you have a helper for it, now is the time to organise yourself so that you can keep up the CPR for as long as it needs.

It's best if you're at least two people for that: one does the compressions, one the breathing. The one who does the chest compressions counts in their head, and say the last few numbers out loud. For example "20 ... 25, 6, 7, 8, 9, 30" so the other person knows when to do the rescue breaths.

Doing chest compressions is tiring. If you're exhausted, you may lack the strength and endurance to do the compressions as deep as necessary in the right rhythm, and that means reduced (or no) blood flow, which means brain damage. So you take turns in doing the compressions so that no one is at it for too long. You usually switch after 5 cycles (2.5 minutes): the one who does the compressions then moves to do the breaths as well, and during that, the one who did the rescue breathing before (and has already moved to the side of the patient during the last cycle of chest compressions) now brings themself into position for the compressions, so that they can resume them immediately after the 2 breaths.

Once the phone call to emergency services is made, you have one person who's again free to do something. They can join the CPR (more people = you can keep it up longer), they can find other helpers and instruct them to lead the paramedics to where you are (especially if that's not obvious, like you're in a big building with lots of corridors, or on a path you can't see from the street, etc), or do that themselves. Especially when there's multiple ways to get where you are, and you have enough people, it's useful to put one at each possible avenue of approach. Paramedics can lose valuable minutes if they don't find your location. Also keep your phone close by, the emergency dispatcher might call you back with questions. Other things to organise and delegate: if the patient has relatives/friends close by who'd be in need of psychological support, ask a bystander to take care of them.

By now, someone might have brought an AED. They can open it and follow the instructions: they will put the electrodes on the body while the people doing CPR continue to do that. So there's now 2-3 people on the patient, and 1 organising how to get the professionals to your location as fast as possible.

The AED measure the heart rhythm. In some cases of cardiac arrest, there's an electrical signal in the heart that is not a heartbeat. What an electrical shock does is stop this signal, so there will first be a flatline, and over the next minute or two, the heart will try to find its rhythm again. That means: when the AED tells you that a shock is recommended, the person operating it makes sure nobody is touching the patient by telling everybody to keep away, checking visually, and then say "shock" and press the button. The device will also say out loud when it gives the shock. Now, the heart still doesn't beat, so the moment after the electrical shock, one of the helpers starts the chest compressions again. After 2.5 minutes (5 cycles), the device tells everybody to stop touching the patient again, and measures the heart rhythm again. That would be a good time to switch positions, so that someone fresh can do the chest compressions. You then use every one of these 'breaks' to cycle through the positions. That way, you all can keep it up for longer, because you have breaks in between.

Depending on where you are, it might take some time for the paramedics and emergency doctor to arrive. Now, the one who did the phone call and other organising has work to do again: to bring them to the scene, and brief the doctor what happened. They'll mostly want to know how long the CPR has been going on, and if you use an AED, if and how many shocks were administered. If they need / want more information, they'll ask for it.

Now, the patient is out of your hands. The paramedics will take over the CPR for you, and an emergency doctor may administer adrenaline, and they'll get the patient to the next hospital as quickly as possible.

Clean-up of the scene may vary depending on the situation and probably on the country, so I won't say more about it. In any case, make sure to check in with everyone who helped you. Are they okay? Do they want support? It's not your job to give that, but it doesn't hurt to ask, or to thank them for their help.