#monitors; large tv man

[askthesmoltitans]

Does DJ every have any episodes from his control? Like freaking out and throwing static at others?

Monitors glance at DJ who is recharging peacefully with Film in his grasp before speaking. "He... had some freaks out whenever someone touches him without warning him but he's doing much better now since he has gotten used to Security constantly jumping onto him to check up his vials and conditions. DJ will sometimes do random bursts of shock waves from his speakers to ensure that no parasites are on him whenever he's outside, even with others around providing coverage." "He apologized to me multiple times when we finally met face to face, I... was stand offish with him as when we first saw each other, he was infected and I was trying to tip the balance in favor for the Alliance. We're on better terms as I do sync up to his speakers to amplify my attacks" Cinema butts into the question as he has been trying to help DJ recover easier.

[raitonsfw]

thinking about fushiguro toji...

and him completely failing to calm down crying baby megumi.

he’d look at you with a bit of a desperate look as he held the small child over the crib, who was currently wailing at the top of his little lungs. and of course, you’d help the poor man because he had no fucking idea what he was doing.

“why’s he crying huh? did i do something wrong?” he’d ask you, plopping megumi into your outstretched arms, his tiny fingers wrapping around yours with a quiet sob. and you figure it out immediately, his other hand practically being gnawed on– he was hungry. 

but how would toji know that– he's not a mother. hell, he’s barely a father. he couldn’t tell his left foot from his right, let alone figure out a baby’s needs; whether it be a bottle or a nappy change. and you were thinking of having a kid with him once megs was older? yeah, that was going to be an ordeal alright. 

and when you did get pregnant, barely half a year later– he was freaking the fuck out. his mind raced, he wasn’t ready for this; as megumi climbed onto his lap to play with a race car toy. 

“you think the baby’ll hate me like megs…” he’d question as his large hands held your bump while you lounged on the sofa, the tv blaring with some type of sport. his eyes would peer up towards yours as his thumbs swiped over your waist, anxiousness overtaking his expression. “…i mean, he couldn’t even give me the damn satisfaction of his first word.” 

and of course he’d still be pressed about cat being baby megumi’s first word, the poor bastard… you’d chuckle at the thought – at the pout that toji gave you – and you’d reach down to assure him that the baby would love his father. and he’d huff against your belly, giving it a defeated kiss before the baby monitor sounded next to you two.

“megumi’s up... your turn, y/n.”

© raitonsfw hc's '24 • dad! f. toji • divider credit; @hitobaby

a/n: no smut this time, next time mayhaps. i really just needed to get this outta my system.

[hazelfoureyes]

HAZELLLL OH BOY DO I HAVE A GOOD IDEAAAA

OKOK so what if doe! Reader is with vox and readers in heat right right????

But vox can't help reader break it (he's been trying for hours)

So he has to call alastor to help you since he's the only deer vox knows of

Oh my goddd

Hohoho good night awquar 💖

Cucking Vox

「warnings/promises: Vox x Female doe reader, Alastor x female doe reader, smut, Cucking the TV man, knotting, heat, pussy flooded, Alastor says “good girl”, hell is heaven now, you’re engaged but meh, drones were not made for this, Breeding???, humilation of the flat headed prince, Vox loves you, but your pussy love Alastor」

Minors I stg! DNI!

It had been all morning. He didn’t mind the stamina required, but his love was still suffering. Nothing was satiating your needs, even when he went out of his way to transform his typically human male prick into something more akin to the wider based cock you needed …. It was still not enough.

As you laid supine and open, the artificial knot full and stuck in you, the whines didn’t stop. It didn’t have the heat your cunt knew a proper mate would have. His load was too small, your womb quivering in need with every pathetic release he buried in you. A real knot would pulse with the heart rate of the buck claiming you. 

“Nothing?” Vox’s voice was high and worried. 

“I mean… it’s something.” Grumbled into a pillow. You ground against him but it was useless to calm your burning walls. Ever hour that passed without being properly fucked became torturous. 

“What does it feel like? Not getting, ya know,” suddenly he felt shy, voicing the thing he was lacking, “knotted.”

You considered sparing him the truth but your animal brain said it before your human one could stop it, “It hurts. It feels like my pussy is on fire. Do you know how sometimes the roof of your mouth itches and you can’t scratch it? That. For fucking hours.”

Seeing you in pain hurt him, deeper than he could handle. How could he have so much money and power and feel so worthless for you now?

Did he truly have no resources? No recourse? No remedy? 

As he watched your large doe ears press back into your skull, the solution came to him.

“One minute babe, you just…” Vox halted as you rolled on your side, fingers coming to your center to have some friction, “Keep doing that…”

· · ─────── ·📺📻· ─────── · ��

When the drone approached his patio table,  he didn’t look up. 

When Vox’s voice crackled through the small speaker, he didn’t look up.

When the question, “How much for you to fuck my fiancée?” was shouted at him, he admittedly choked a little on his coffee and finally acknowledged the device.

“Why on earth would I do that?” Alastor set the mug down to keep from breaking it in his hand.

“To humiliate me.”

A beat.

A hum.

A twirl of his staff.

“Well in that case, for free!”

Vox blinked twice as he stared at the monitor, “Wait, really?”

Alastor mulled it over seriously now. Did he want to have sex right now? No, not really. Did the idea of making Vox’s future wife scream his name sound hilarious? Yes absolutely. 

He shrugged, getting up from his chair as the drone spun around him, “Shit, I didn’t expect you to agree.”

“So you don’t want me to bed your gal?” Alastor smiled, “Then I’m definitely in.”

Vox chewed on a claw, “Fuck! Fine just get down here. And I don’t owe you any favors for this, so don’t even fucking ask.”

“Oh Vox, favors? You’re hardly the one I’d go to when in need. You’re not even the first Vee I’d approach! Ha!”

Before he could crash the drone directly into that smug face, he heard your whimpers from the bedroom down the hall and paused. 

“Just”, Vox cradled his screen in his hands, “hurry up.”

It became immediately clear why his former partner had called him of all people when Alastor exited the elevator into Vox’s personal floor.

The living quarters were swimming in the heady scent of arousal. Specifically, a doe. 

Alastor rolled his eyes, of course Vox found one of the few other deer demons in the pride ring to marry.

“Ooh, you are in a pickle, huh?” He leaned against the door frame, taking in the sight of the overlord rubbing your back as you groaned. His eyes fell immediately to the downturned tail above your bare cheeks. “Poor thing.” He cooed.

You couldn’t find the will to turn your head to look. A growled, “Voxy?”

“He’s here to help, babe.” His hands sped up their massaging swirls.

“Who, exactly?”

“Alastor! The radio demon. A plea-,” He began but couldn’t finish. 

Vox laughed nervously, “He’s a deer demon! Like you!” 

“You grabbed a random deer demon off the street to-,”

“No! Not at all! Though, admittedly, the only other deer demon I know.” As you made a noise of disapproval, he added, “He’s an overlord! An old pal, even.”

You heard the strange man guffaw. Finally, you rolled over to lay eyes on the supposed cavalry your beau had summoned.

Oh. 

“Hmm.” Something in you unspoken yet still demanding made you roll into your back and drop your knees open. 

He hadn’t anticipated a fellow deer in heat. Vox had offered him more than just fucking his girl, it turned out. Alastor had come mostly expecting to laugh in Vox’s face as a second best humiliation and head to cannibal town, but seeing how Vox was so desperately in love, well, how could he say no? What more delicious of a meal could exist than splitting open Vox’s ego while splitting open his doe with the same effort.

Still on the bed, Vox felt the air shift as he stood between Alastor and you. 

“Well, I uh, guess I’ll leave you two to it.” His screen flashed a pink haze of embarrassment.

“Oh? Abandoning her already?” With a snap and a flourish of his fingers, a plush reading chair materialized on the opposite side of the bed. “Take a seat, old chum.”

“You can’t be serious.” 

Alastor loosened his bowtie, “You’d really leave your vulnerable and needy betrothed all alone with a man? Tsk tsk.”

Vox laughed, “You’re not a man.”

“Ooh, correct.” Alastor reached the bed, undoing his belt, “I’m a buck, right little one?” When his hand reached out and slid down your calf you trembled. Even his skin on yours felt different than Vox’s. “Now take a seat.”

His flat face turned to you, who could only nod as a long claw dragged down your shin.

Vox settled into his chair and crossed his arms. He wanted to say something snotty about how he would make more money on his cell during the little romp than Alastor could dream of, but the sound of Alastor’s zipper made his throat close.

“I’ll need a little assistance to catch up to you, sweetheart. Mind lending me a hand?” Alastor rested his knees on either side of your thighs,  body hovering over you as he knelt.

You briefly considered arguing, but as his other hand pulled his still soft cock from his pants and the scent of him hit your heightened senses, you found your body sitting up. Your hand went into his as he placed it around himself. His fist around yours as he showed you how to stroke him.

“Is that really necessary?” Vox’s voice seemed to glitch.

“Of course! I’m only capable of knotting when in rut. And a rut can only be triggered by a doe in heat. I’ll need her touch and scent to … get the show started, so to speak.” Alastor’s hand left yours, index finger coming to lift your chin. The first eye contact of the evening, funnily enough coming after skin met skin. 

Deep red eyes shone down on you behind a widening smile, “Good girl. I’ll take care of you.”

“You’re obnoxious.” You slurred, a second wave of his uniquely virile musk rolling off his heated crotch. “Good girl? You just met me you….Old timey…”, the lights in your brain shut off, “fuck. Fuck.” Your mind was a blank piece of paper, the word ‘breed’ scrawled haphazardly as your hand felt the weight of his erection. 

Vox had never seen you make that face, nor your eyes lose focus and dilate quite like that either. He couldn’t help but glance at the thick appendage in your fist.

A look shot to his own lap, he hadn’t considered girth into the equation… 

Your mouth opened, saliva pooling in your cheeks as you brought him to your lips. Alastor’s hand snaked back to grab you by the hair and gently keep you off of him, not needing someone’s spit slathered on his skin. 

“Okay now-“ As Vox interjected Alastor’s hand sat still on your head.

“I’ll allow it.” The radio demon had a change of heart at the upset tone of his former friend.

Your tongue blanketed your bottom lip to welcome Alastor in, cheeks hollowing from the size of him alone. Why did he taste like that? Like someone you should only view from your knees? A power to his sweat that made your pussy clench. 

Just a few bobs of your head and he was pulling you off, the job done when Vox seemed to slouch back into the chair in resignation. Large and warm hands guided you onto your back and then onto your right side. Your line of sight was your husband-to-be, claws digging into the fabric of his summoned chair.

It was nice to be handled in your heat. To have strong hands move you around your bed as they wanted you, that alone nearly distracted you from the throbbing of your pussy now showing behind your thighs. Alastor lifted your left leg and used it to pull you to him, a wanton whimper from you when he lined up.

His chuckle was more than annoying, but you were in no position to argue. The sound of impatient tapping momentarily took your focus away; Vox’s foot hitting the tile floor. Your eyes followed up his body to meet his stare just in time for you to let out a loud, shakey gasp. Another came before you could catch your breath, the stretch burning as Alastor pressed in.

He began small incessant thrusts, your slick lubricating his intrusion with each withdrawal.

Vox watched entranced as your body seemed to melt into the bed with every snap of the deer man’s hips. You had spent the morning tense and sweating, so to see you so lax and comfortable was momentarily reassuring. But as your head lolled back with Alastor bottoming out, a flame of jealousy began to roar in sincerity. 

“Fuck,” you tried to keep the commentary down to spare your love, but you could feel your walls spreading around Alastor in a way you’d been praying for since you woke up aroused and pained. When he was fully sheathed you had to grip your pillow to keep from rolling onto your back and spreading yourself wider for him. The baser part of your brain urging you to give yourself over to the more-than-suitable mate. 

“You sweet doe, you’re burning up inside. And so swollen. Feeling better?” Alastor said it with such a clear voice you wondered how he was unaffected by your twitching pussy. 

With a nod you buried your face into the pillow clenched in your fists. His thrusts slowed. “Yes,” you ground out. The rhythm picked up again.

“Better than Vox could manage?” He side eyed Vox.

Your left foot came up and pushed at his chin, “Shut up and fuck me.”

“Hmm, afraid I can’t do both,” Alastor pulled out entirely, lower head rubbing side to side as he spread his own precum along your folds. 

Closing your eyes to not see Vox, you mumbled, “Yes.” He wrapped his arms around your left leg for leverage and thrust back into you with a single push. With a shift of his hips his cock hit against your g-spot with every entry. Your breaths quickly devolved into raspy gasps.

You felt a rush of slick as your body responded to the stimulation. The sound of Alastor’s cock sliding in and out of your arousal reached Vox despite being a ways away from the bed. The previous flame in his chest began to lower. Watching your body rock along with the obscene sounds of you being fucked was having an unexpected effect on him. With a gulp he let his hand rest on his lap, a gentle pressure as he palmed his growing erection.

The deep reach of the radio demon’s cock churning up your insides was felt by you and seen by Vox.

“You’re doing so well, dear. Look how wet you’ve gotten.” One hand came down to run past your clit, “I promise to have you dripping.” He turned his head fully to Vox now, “That’s why I’m here, after all. To breed you.” Vox opened his mouth to shout when Alastor rolled you onto your stomach. The curve of his dick resumed hitting your inner spot, wide cock dragging against every inch of your walls. A pleasured cry, your pillow lost. Bringing your legs up and out you let instincts take over.

The yell died in Vox’s throat. His hand shifted to rubbing his cock through his pants. “Are you done yet?” He saw the swelling bulge at the base of Alastor’s own cock.

You didn’t hear the question, only processing sticky flesh slapping together and your own loud moans.

“My knot needs to be bigger. I want to make sure I plug her up well.” Alastor knew he could finish now but he just needed a few more moments of fucking with the overlord. His eyes came to watch himself disappear into your seemingly too small hole, “Is that what you want? To be stuffed with my knot?” 

You vaguely registered his gaze had moved from where you two connected up to your face. A hand coming to tug at your tail and grip it from the base tore an answer from you, “Please. Please, Please.”

“Do you remember my name in that brain fog?” He took both ankles now and pushed your legs as wide open as they’d reach.

Vox could see the shine on Alastor’s growing knot as he seemed to push more and more in with each thrust. His palm felt the slight damp of his precum soaking through his pants.

He had a name? Right. Yes he had a name. You dug through the mess of your thoughts, an empty room of smoke and sensations, and found it. “Alastor. Alastor please!” Vox had entirely disappeared, it was just the thick cocked buck pounding into you in your bed now. 

“Aww, that’s a good doe. And are you ready for my knot?” Your legs struggled in his grip as you attempted to thrust back onto him to take all he had for you. He hummed, hips slowly as he fought back the pending release, “But you’re still so tight… did Vox even try to fuck you?” 

Vox cried out a small, “Oh, come on. Jackass.” It didn’t stop his hand though. He couldn’t argue Alastor was thicker than he was, even his knot seemed unfairly large.

“Fuck you,” you managed, stomach muscles tightening and drawing your body toward him as the pleasure ratcheted up by leaps and bounds. 

Alastor pulled out entirely again, releasing your legs. The whimper you let out momentarily softened Vox’s cock. “I’m sorrrrry,” you pouted, “Come baaaack.” You thought you would cry, as soon as he was out of your cunt the painful throb was creeping back in. You needed his skin on yours. His body in yours. 

You were rolled onto your stomach, his hands wrapping around to pick you up by the hips. On all fours, he sunk back in. “Shh,” big palms stroke down your back, “don’t forget to breath, sweetheart.” Your body was meant to take a knot during heat and you knew you were capable of taking it, but a small panic made you crawl up the bed as the large, throbbing bulb threatened to tear the delicate skin of your opening. Those same powerful hands you praised before now dug fingers into your hips and held you still. Bruises he hoped Vox would have to see for days. 

A small sob as he mercifully forced the rest of himself in with one harsh thrust, his crotch finally coming into contact with your ass. Again, without thinking, you pulled away and saw stars. It took just a second though for your brain to flood your body with the feel good chemicals it had been withholding all day. The pulsing knot vibrating against your puffy g-spit, wide cock head just barely breaching your cervix and flooding your womb and walls with thick cum; it was everything you needed. Your vision went white as your orgasm made your thighs give out, body going limp entirely.

Vox knew very well what it meant as your entire body trembled, hips stuck against Alastor as the rest of you went boneless.

Alastor took a deep breath. It was oddly refreshing, a form of stress relief he hadn’t considered before. Long claws made barely there lines up and down your thighs.

Pressing his chest into your back, he carefully grabbed your body and rolled you onto your side again to face Vox, him still behind you.

Vox stood up, saw the tenting of his pants and sat back down, throwing one left over the other, “Well! That’s finally done with. You can get the fuck out as soon as your freak penis goes back to normal.”

Alastor laughed, your mind entirely having checked out in your blissful state. Your stupid and content smile spread wide as his body shook slightly behind you. He propped himself up on his elbow to look at Vox.

“You went through all the trouble of finding one of the few other deer demons in hell to replace me, yet didn’t bother to learn about her biology.” His grin morphed into a smirk so wide his black gums were showing, “Heats last several days, Voxy.”

༻Masterlist༺

Added July 15th Luci x GN!Angel reader - Yes (Continuation of Lucifer x GN!AngelReader (fic based on Griftwood by ghost))

Added July 14th A Very Hazbin Happy Birthday imagine (Alastor, Luci, Angel, Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, Vox, Valentino)

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[newtabfics]

Could I please request Vox the TV Man? That fucker has me in a chokehold and I want him to use me in his monitor room just so he can look at me from every angle.

FSDKLDJKLF BLUSHING CUZ HOLY FUCK THIS DEMON IN PARTICULAR. IDK WHAT IT WAS BUT HOLY FUCK I LOVED THIS UNHINGED MOTHER FUCKER.

"Look at you, Baby," He groaned as he lifted her head. He smirked as the monitors flickered, displaying his cock slamming into her from several angles. "You're fucking made for me, Baby. Fuck yes. Cunt too tight. Too perfect."

"Vo-ox!" Y/N groaned as she shuddered and writhed under him. Her ass ached, a large hand print on her cheek as she was bent over his desk.

He forced her to watch the screen in front of her, seeing how sloppy she was getting from his brutal thrusts. His claws dug into her cheeks and hips.

He bit his lip, drooling as he looked down where their bodies joined. "So fucking sexy with my cum in you," He groaned as he watched his load being pushed out with every thrust. "Fuck yes."

[yrqrnc]

pairing: lee donghyuck x reader

genre: fluff, domestic relationship

word count: n/a

summary: wherein, it’s a late afternoon and you’re watching your favorite series with your dearest boyfriend as you cuddle on the couch, but it seems that it’s physically impossible for you to keep your attention fixed on the large monitor in front of you, and not him.

the tv playing in the background starts to feel like white noises and slowly fades off into the void as your gaze stays fixed on donghyuck. his eyes are focused on the screen in front of him, but you find that you’re unable to tear yours away from his figure. his face glistens in the dim light, and the golden light radiating off of the sun that’s currently putting itself to sleep now comes in through the windows and reflects the room around you in a soft orange glow.

so this is what they call the golden hour, it hits you.

if there’s one thing that you’ve realized in these years of dating hyuck, it is that, whenever you’re with him, time seems to go by so fast—that it becomes a blur, something that falls in between the lines, something that fades off in the background, something that doesn’t matter. what really matters, every time, is him, and only him. 

you remember the time you told him that, using weak, broken constellations of words that didn’t—and could never—live up to the actual intimate emotion you felt for him. and he’d teased you, gushed endlessly about how deeply in love you were with him, and you’d huffed at his antics, but never once did you try to say a word against it. because he was right, after all. you were in love with him, deeply, more than you ever would’ve thought was possible.

and that day, despite his playful reaction, you hadn’t missed the way he’d smiled at you adoringly when he thought you weren’t watching and kept a close hold on you for the rest of the day.

his attempt to cover up actions like that with teasing and play-fighting was adorable, you’d always thought.

even now, you smile at him playfully as he looks down at you, looking away from the tv and at you for once, with a slight smirk on his face, his tone light in the air as he laughs out a “can’t take your eyes off me, right? even with your favorite show on the screen?”

and the smug in his tone is annoying to the very core, but you can’t even find anything to say against his teasing. he is right anyway, though you would never admit that to his face. even with your favorite characters and plot unraveling right there in front of you, all your attention was on him, on lee donghyuck. this man, whom you see almost everyday, whom you text and facetime so regularly, whose features you have memorised and admired too many times to count.

you should’ve been so used to him and being with him at this point, but somehow, you still could never look away.

is this obsession? is this love? is this you going back to those high-school teenage type of crush? is it a mix of everything above, or is it something that is completely something else?

who knows? and who cares, honestly?

how could you, when you had lee donghyuck existing, and loving you, right in front of your eyes, and you now believed that watching him was better than watching any movie or series that you had ever been addicted to.

[bangtanhoneys]

BANGTAN BABY: IN THE SOOP

ARMY had been surprised and delighted when it had been announced that a new series of In the Soop was ready to be released in a matter of weeks. There had been talks for ages about doing another series or at least, something similar to the original that took place all those years ago. 

However, there would be a slight change this year. Grace was nowhere to be seen on any of the promotional videos that had been released in the weeks to the premiere date and she hadn’t been seen on the official posters either. It had been expected though as Grace had only given birth to her and Seokjin’s only daughter, Bora, a month ago. 

But ARMY should have realised that what you see on trailers and photos, isn’t what you normally get. 

The first episode was pure BTS chaos. 

The third episode came with major surprises.

As the camera panned along the various rooms, there were signs that maybe the boys weren’t alone as the viewers thought. There was a box of nappies, freshly opened, near the bathroom and in the hallway, there was a brand-new baby stroller and various other items dotted around. 

However, when the camera switched to the living area, there was no baby to be seen. 

“Waa? What the fuck?” Yoongi yelled at the TV, where the LA Lakers had just lost a crucial point. 

“Hyung,” Hobi shushed him from the end of the couch but the basketball player paid him no mind.

No one paid Hobi any attention, their eyes either on the TV screen or on their phones. While they weren’t exactly big basketball fans, they could enjoy the sport and Yoongi’s reactions at the same time so it all equalled great entertainment. 

The room became silent when the small monitor on the coffee table came to life.

“Looks like someone is awake,” Seokjin grinned as he pushed himself off the couch and shuffled towards the stairs, straight to the room that he had commandeered for himself, Grace and their little one.

“See,” Hobi warned as he pushed at Yoongi’s good shoulder. “Told you that you were being too loud.”

“I don’t think hyung going ‘what the fuck?’ would have woken up Bora,” Namjoon grinned as he checked the small monitor himself. “Looks like she needed to be changed,” he added as he turned the monitor around to show the rest of them.

All went silent as they watched Seokjin change his daughter and pick her up, holding her close to his chest as he left the bedroom. They could hear his footsteps along the landing, down the stairs and the shuffle as he headed towards the living room.

“Jungkook, take her for me while I get a bottle sorted.”

The young man didn’t need much encouragement as he all but jumped over the back of the couch, and landed without falling over. Quite impressive for a young man who had downed a bottle of soju already and had eaten his weight in pizza. Large hands cradled the small body and Jungkook held his baby sister to his chest, sensibly walking around the couch this time to where he had originally been lounging between Yoongi and Taehyung. 

 “Was Hyung too loud?” Taehyung teased, reaching out to take a little hand. 

Yoongi frowned as he had already turned down the noise from the TV the moment Seokjin had disappeared upstairs and had turned on the subtitles so he could read what was happening instead. If anything, he had been a considerate drunk uncle. 

“Who wants to feed her?” Seokjin asked, coming in with a fresh bottle.

Four hands shot up immediately.

Jungkook was more than happy to have Bora in his arms and Yoongi didn’t dare take her in case something happened on the TV that made him jump which left Namjoon, Hobi, Jimin and Taehyung.

“Here you go,” Seokjin said as he handed the bottle to the winner.

Hobi wiggled in his seat in a mini happy dance as he took the warm bottle and with ease, took Bora into his arms and gave her the midnight snack. Jimin, not to be left out of the bonding experience with Bora, sat next to Hobi and quietly asked her how her meal was, and did it taste nice.

“Hopefully Gigi will be up to joining us tomorrow,” Namjoon commented as he stole the last slice of pizza and ignored Jungkook’s narrowed gaze. “It’s been odd not hearing her nag at us.”

“We had to wait for this little one to be ready to join us,” Hobi grinned as he put the empty bottle on the coffee table and Jimin stole her away, a towel over his shoulder to help her burp. 

“I’ll for one be happy to have her back, looking after you six is a right pain in the ass,” Seokjin commented as he finally sat back down, content in the knowledge his daughter was in the right hands.

He did, however, ignore the complaints coming from his brothers. 

[roguerambles]

Rising Heat

Tekken - King x Female Reader

Warnings - 18+ Only. Adult Situations.

So, I have come to the fairly firm conclusion that King is the hottest Tekken man. I will not be taking questions at this time--

Enjoy the Rambles!

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The Charity Tournament was proving to be a success, so far.

In the aftermath of the last King of Iron Fist Tournament, the Mishima Zaibatsu had something of a “PR issue”, as Lee had so delicately put it. Which, considering the last head of the corporation had attempted world domination, was probably something of an understatement.

You were not sure exactly how the idea had come about, but between the minds of Lee, Lars, Alisa, Jin and Steve, the King of Iron Fist Tournament had been rebranded. Now, the tournament’s goal was to raise funds for reconstruction efforts in the areas most affected by the corporation’s actions, along with charities and causes of the competitors choosing.

…you had to admit, the idea had merit. And if gave you an excuse to get back into the ring, so to speak. Jin owed you a rematch, after all.

Xiaoyu practically vibrated with excitement beside you, the prep room bustling with activity. On the large screen above your heads, the match between Jin and Hwoarang was in full swing, and so far it was proving a close call.

“KO!”

Hwoarang hit the floor as the audience erupted with cheers and groans. Xiaoyu bounced on the spot and clapped gleefully, her face lighting up.

“Jin! He did it! He did it!”

“I noticed.” You said dryly, watching her with some bemusement. “Is anyone actually keeping track of how many victories those two have over each other?”

Xiaoyu tilted her head, giving a thoughtful hum before shrugging her shoulders. “I’m sure they must be. I’ll ask later.”

You snorted and returned your attention to the monitor, the announcer’s voice blaring through the speakers as the leaderboard flashed across the screen. You spotted Xiaoyu’s name (“Hey, look, I’m going up against Steve!”) and were scanning for your own when a exuberant voice called out behind you.

“Ladies! Enjoying the show?”

Turning around you saw Lee approaching, his handsome face practically glowing. He had been in his element this evening, and seemed to enjoy working with others to make the tournament a success. You were glad he seemed to be having a good time, but at the moment you were eager to find out when you would be getting into the arena.

Xiaoyu smiled brightly and gestured to the monitor. “We were just looking for her name—”

“I better be fighting Kazama.” You cut in, leaning back to nudge Lee slightly. “Sorry, Xiaoyu, but your boyfriend is going down.”

“Hey, he’s not my—!”

Lee laughed boisterously while Xiaoyu flushed and pouted, flashing you a winning smile – whether in an attempt to charm or placate you, it was difficult to say. “Alas, you’ll need to get to the next round first.”

“Then tell me whose ass I need to kick, Chaolan.”

Lee reached into the pocket of his flashy, fur-lined coat, pulling out his phone and studying the screen for a moment. “Steve and I were talking about it, and we’re quite excited for who we’ve matched you with—Marvelous!” Lee interrupted himself, a pleased grin blooming on his face as his head suddenly turned to look past you and Xiaoyu. “You’ve arrived!”

You watched as Lee strode past you and Xiaoyu towards the entrance, cheerily greeting the newest arrival – was something growling?

It took a moment for you to register who you were looking at, a towering masculine figure with a bestial face – King had arrived.

Oh…..

You had heard of King, of course, and the distinct jaguar mask – seriously did he take that thing off? – and herculean physique made him instantly recognisable to most anyone. But you had not spoken to the man before. The events of the previous year had not exactly been the opportune time to socialise.

“I always forget how huge he is!” Xiaoyu whispered behind you. “He is even bigger than on TV!”

You watched King as he shook an enthusiastic Lee’s hand, your eyes falling on the thick swell of his bicep, rolling under sunkissed skin. “I didn’t know you were a wrestling fan.” You replied vaguely, gaze trailing over his exposed torso, the perfectly sculpted abdomen and broad, powerful shoulders, and what were quite possibly the most bloody fantastic pectorals you had ever laid eyes on.

“Well, I’m not really, Panda is though—ooooh I should get his autograph for her!”

You barely had time to register exactly what Xiaoyu had said before you found yourself being dragged along by the other woman, towards where King and Lee were still talking.

Damn it, Xiaoyu—

You instinctively wanted to pull back, but your gaze was immediately drawn back to King as he gestured animatedly in front of Lee, biceps flexing at his sides, causing the powerful muscles in his arms and shoulders to bulge downright indecently.

“Ah! Excellent!” Lee’s grin flashed bright as he spotted you, while Xiaoyu cheerfully introduced herself to King (“My friend Panda is a big fan—“) he gestured theatrically towards you, turning to King again with a flourish. “King my good man, this is your opponent for the next round. I am sure you two together will be a superb performance!”

The wrestler turned his attention to you, and you found yourself momentarily unable to form sentences as you grasped just how tall he was.

King held out a gloved hand for you to shake – his hands were as massive as the rest of him, their rough warmth enveloping yours and damn it all you could feel your face getting hot. “I have seen you fight before.” He growled, the sound low and deep, rising from somewhere inside that broad, gloriously sculpted chest. “It is a pleasure to meet you properly at last.”

It certainly could be.

You cleared your throat, struggling to regain some composure – damn him, was that a smirk you saw on Lee’s face? – and shook King’s hand firmly. “I like your mask.”

Are you fucking serious—

Xiaoyu gave you a confused look, and while it was difficult to tell, King seemed a little puzzled as well. Lee smothered what sounded suspiciously like laughter – you were going to kick his ass – before suddenly hooking his arm around Xiaoyu’s shoulders. “My dear, I almost forgot! I need to take a few shots of you and Steve before the match, you understand—”

“Oh, okay! I’ll see you later!”

Xiaoyu called to you over her shoulder as Lee quickly began leading her away, and you glared at the back of the silver haired man’s head for a moment before realising you had not let go of King’s hand yet.

Releasing your hold, you shook yourself, brushing imaginary dust from your shoulder. “I’ve heard good things about you.” You tried to steer the conversation somewhere close to familiar. “I’d like to get my hands on you. In the arena. I mean—”

God, this was embarrassing.

King’s shoulders shook, a deep, throaty chuckle emanating from him and you felt yourself flush again. Damn it, even his laugh was kind of sexy���

“I look forward to seeing you in action.” He said, nodding and crossing his arms, the simple movement triggering a symphony of contracting musculature, those gorgeous pecs flexing unconsciously fuck you needed a drink. “Let’s give the crowd a show to remember.”

The fight. Of course. Familiar territory. You felt your lips form a smile, and confidence began to flow back into your limbs. “Naturally.” You leaned against the row of lockers nearby, flashing your teeth up at King. “It’s not everyday people see a King being toppled now, is it?”

King laughed again, shaking his head as he leaned against the lockers with you – it was a little odd talking to someone wearing a mask over his entire head, but King had a surprisingly warm aura for such an imposing figure. “I do not plan on losing.”

“Neither do I.” You stretched your arms over your head – maybe it was your imagination, but you swore you saw his head tilt down slightly, gaze lingering on your chest, before immediately moving back to your face. Warmth blossomed across your skin, and you pushed yourself upwards, arching your back just slightly. His head tilted slightly, following the movement.

Oh? Looks like I’m not the only one who likes what they see…

You felt a surge of boldness, your footing regained. Adopting as casual an air as possible, you grabbed the zipper of your form-fitting jacket, slowly pulling it down. You shrugged out of the material, sighing softly as the warm air of the prep room rushed to greet the bare skin of your arms and stomach. The material of your top hugged your chest and as you tossed your jacket onto the bench nearby, you glanced in King’s direction.

The mask made it difficult to tell, but you could feel his gaze trailing down over you, stopping on your hips before moving back up. You bit your lip slightly, barely stopping a pleased grin from spreading across your face.

“We should talk more after the fight.” You said, pretending to examine your boots – lifting your thigh, tilting your hips, just slightly – smiling impishly. “Maybe get a drink? Lee tells me the hotel they’ve booked for the fighters has a good bar.”

King said nothing for a moment, although you swore you heard a low, rumbling growl from in his throat. “Yes.” He said after a moment. “I would like that.”

“Good.” You swallowed, a flicker of excitement sparking deep in your belly. “We can toast my victory.”

King laughed once more, then stepped away from the lockers. You watched as King began to make his way towards the tunnel leading to his side of the arena, the muscles of his broad back flexing and contracting with every step, his powerful thighs striding across the room, the pleasing snugness of his pants accentuating his perfectly crafted—

Fuck.

Kazama would have to wait, you decided as you turned and began to make your way to the starting area. You were beginning to think of a different way to spend your evening after the fight.

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King was a thrilling opponent.

You had fought plenty of men who thought themselves showmen. Often they’d be so distracted performing for their perceived audience they seemed to forget they were in a real fight, with a real enemy. That carelessness had made those victories easy.

King was different. He balanced his technique with theatricality, showing off for the crowd, bringing excitement to the arena, but his guard was never down. Every opening you spotted was bait, luring you in for an easy strike only to close down around you like a steel trap.

He was strong, you were quick. The trap would spring, you would dodge, and the dance continued, the temperature rising, sweat clinging to your skin. You ducked beneath King’s grasp, the warmth of his powerful body grazing your own, and it was hard not to imagine how this intensity would feel in other, more intimate environments.

Fuck, you were so turned on.

The crowd cheered and the music blasted through the air as you spun beneath King, aiming a kick directly at his exposed abdomen. He twisted, his arm darting protectively in front of him, knocking you off balance. He swung his body to the side, a fierce roar bellowing from deep in his throat, and you were thrown back, barely managing to flip around and skid across the floor to minimize the impact.

You had put nearly full force into your kick, and King had tossed you aside as though you weighed nothing, throwing you across the arena with strength greater that even his powerful build and size would suggest.

Fuck, that was hot.

King charged suddenly, and you sprang into action, launching yourself upwards. You swung your foot directly at the side of King’s head, but his massive hand shot up, fingers snapping tight around your ankle. You barely had time to react before the wrestler’s other hand grasped your waist, guiding your momentum until your thighs were on top of his shoulders.

What the fuck—

You squirmed in his grip, adrenaline mixing with bafflement, but King held fast. He twisted around, and you felt air rush around your ears as the world dropped out as he threw himself forward, sending you both crashing into the floor of the ring. Pain flashed across your shoulders and back, the roughness of King’s fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs, the weight of his broad, muscled body sliding between your legs, strong and wide and hot—

The sound that slipped past your lips was downright obscene. King’s head snapped towards you, and he became suddenly still, the jaws of his mask open in a silent roar. He stared at you, unmoving, and you felt your cheeks burn as you realised he definitely heard that.

Blood rushed in your ears along with the crowd’s cheering and King continued to stare at you unmoving, his palms burning against your skin. Biting your lip hard, you twisted your hips sharply, squeezing your thighs tight around him. King grunted in surprise as he was thrown onto his back, you perched atop him, gazing down at him, breathless with adrenaline and something else.

King stared up at you, chest heaving, his strong hands still holding you. You held each other’s gazes, the noise of the crowd and pounding of your heart deafening in your ears.

“…about that drink….” You said finally, swallowing thickly as King’s hands subtly brushed up your thighs, heat trickling down your spine. “How about we have it in my hotel room?”

King did not reply, but after a moment he nodded, fingers lightly stroking the strip of skin between your belt and shirt, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. You arched slightly, fire coiling deep in your belly, and swung your fist downwards. King threw himself to the side as you rolled sharply to your feet, excitement crackling in the air as the crowd roared with approval.

“KING! KING! KING! KING! KING—”

“But first….” You crooked your fingers at the wrestler as he slowly rose to his feet, his gaze remaining fixed on you, the jaguar mask bringing to mind the image of a hungry beast eyeing prey – was it weird that was turning you on a little? – and flashed him a grin. “I’m afraid it’s time to disappoint your beloved audience.”

King’s shoulders shook slightly, a booming laugh rising from deep in his chest. “I do not disappoint.”

You definitely caught the edge of innuendo in his tone, and a grin burst onto your lips.

This was going to be fun.

[devildomwriter]

Reacting to Your First Sonogram | Barbatos x Reader

Being forbidden by his master, lord Diavolo, to look into the future he’d been a little surprised when you announced to him your pregnancy. Still he was only a little surprised, not only had he been bedding you multiple times a day, cumming in you every time, but he also recognized the early signs of pregnancy even before you had.

He was so concerned and curious how this pregnancy would go that he’d asked Diavolo to look into the future but Diavolo had told him that would ruin the fun of it.

So instead Barbatos was quick to research everything necessary and book you as many appointments as possible. He also scheduled as much free time as he could to give you relaxing spa days and all the special treatment the mother of his child deserved.

Now you were in the waiting room of an esteemed human world doctor with devildom affiliations who’d made time for the two of you in their busy schedule.

You leaned on Barbatos’s shoulder as he flipped through a pregnancy magazine. He’d already flipped through magazines advertising baby products and baby clothes and a magazine specific to motherhood opinions such as bottles vs breasts. Barbatos’s answer to the argument was that fed was best and you agreed, trying not to think about breastfeeding or any other challenges that may come up since you weren’t even two months pregnant.

Barbatos finished with the magazine and seeing as there weren’t anymore he handed it to you smiling, hoping it’d interest you.

It didn’t but you flipped through it anyway as you remained waiting for the doctor that Barbatos of all people sought out.

Barbatos held your hand tightly as he surveyed the waiting room for the millionth time, reassessing danger each time someone so much as flinched. He was extra protective now that he was protecting two people in one—his partner and his first child.

A nurse who looked like he’d been running around all day called out the fake name Barbatos had given.

The doctor had the real information, including who Barbatos really was, but no one else. The nurse held the door open for you and you and Barbatos made your way into the hall.

Barbatos stood on your “most vulnerable” side and had his arm wrapped around you for support and protection.

Another nurse stood outside the door to your room and gestured for you to walk in.

This nurse, a younger woman, had the room fully prepared including two glasses of water and a large tv on in the corner in case there was a wait.

Barbatos locked the door and stood in front of it just in case as you changed into the long robe. It didn’t seem like a standard hospital gown, in fact it had your initials inscribed.

“Umm, Barbatos how far did you go with all this?”

“Hm? Not far at all. I simply told the doctor when we’d be coming and to have everything ready my partner could possibly need.”

“So you scheduled this on your time?”

“Correct.”

“Okay.” So the doctor hadn’t squeezed you into the schedule, a powerful demon had told him he’d be showing up and the doctor just had to deal with that.

The doctor arrived shortly after Barbatos unlocked the door and you had rested your head on the pillow of the exam bed.

Barbatos put a second pillow under your knees to help prop you up nicely and the doctor, a nervous looking man, tried hard not to fumble through his questions, confirming everything Barbatos and you had filled out on the medical information sheet.

Barbatos smiled and nodded politely to everything but the doctor seemed more panicked by Barbatos’s lack of words.

“Okay, so what I’m going to do now is apply this gel to your stomach—“

“Allow me,” Barbatos said reaching out his hand with a ‘grin’.

The doctor obliged though he knew he wasn’t supposed to.

Barbatos put on a pair of plastic gloves and applied the gel to your stomach. You squeaked in surprise at the cold and he chuckled.

Seeing Barbatos’s light hearted reaction the doctor eased up a little bit.

The doctor fiddled with the monitor and sensing Barbatos’s intentions, instructed Barbatos on how he should handle the transducer.

Barbatos nodded approvingly and the doctor stepped back as Barbatos ran the transducer carefully over your gelled stomach until something caught his eye.

“Is that—“ his breath caught in his throat and the doctor grinned and nodded. He approached the monitor and pointed to the heartbeat Barbatos focused in on.

Barbatos immediately looked to you and smiled. He seemed a mix of grateful, approving, and relieved.

Just as you were about to become a mother, he too, a demon as old as time was about to experience something new—something that hadn’t happened in all his millennia.

He held your hand and allowed the doctor to hold the transducer as he scooted close to you at the end of the bed. He rested his head against your chest listening to your heartbeat as you both watched your child’s fast beating heart on screen.

[askthesmoltitans]

What were to happen if someone… idk….. purposely caused tiny titan speakerman to run rampant??

Monitors get defensive as this question flicks across one of his mini screens. Swerving his upper right unit to focus on the smol trio as they sleep peacefully next to Woofer. "Why are you asking this? What are YOU planning?"

[sheep33hallow]

Eyes shut, nose bleed, lip curled {NaruSasu UPDATE 17/?}

AO3 Series

Chapter Summary:

“Kidney.”

“You have one kidney?”

Naruto nods. “Someone stole it.* Naruto laughs. “I remember being drugged at a bar, and woke up on ice.” He says.

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Sasuke is lying on Naruto's naked chest. Naruto is going in and out of slumber while a movie plays on the television in Naruto's bedroom. The bed is a large canopy with black curtains, and silk orange sheets. Photos of Naruto's life are spread over the walls and on the top of his desk and dresser. 

Sasuke touches Naruto’s chest. Fingers caressing the scars, and tattoos. “Hey.” He calls out to the older man. 

Naruto rubs his eyes. His other arm is curled around Sasuke, who’s wearing one of Naruto’s pajamas sets. “Hmm?” 

Sasuke pinches a scar, making Naruto jolt. “Where's this from?” 

Naruto strains his eyes to look at where Sasuke is pinching him. The room is only lit by the TV. The curtains are drawn, keeping the sun out. Sasuke has learned that Naruto hates when the sun or an alarm wakes him up. 

Even though Sasuke doesn't plan on having a kid with Naruto at the moment. If he changes his mind, he has wondered how he'd do with a child waking him up? Would he throw the baby monitor or push Karu out of the bed? He's been seeing Naruto's more…..hmm…aggressive tendencies lately. He can clearly hold his own against the Alpha, yet he can't say he's thinking about their future too much at the moment. 

Minato is still welcoming, but he thinks Kushina is getting ready for them to get together or end things. He's been hearing whispers about the Mayor again. 

“Oh.” He flops his head back down onto the pillow. “Fourth grade. Got into a knife fight with some middle schooler who was talking shit about Karin.” 

He finds another scar under his left pec. “And this?” 

“Went to collect money, and this guy’s Omega stabbed me with a broken bottle.” 

Sasuke slides his hand down to Naruto's side. “And this?” 

“Kidney.” 

“You have one kidney?” 

Naruto nods. “Someone stole it.* Naruto laughs. “I remember being drugged at a bar, and woke up on ice.” He says. “Shikamaru found me since I have a tracker on my earring.” He continues to laugh like he is reminiscing about college. He turns to the side, making Sasuke slide onto his own pillow. He pulls Sasuke close to him. “Hey?” 

Sasuke rests his hand on Naruto's bicep. “What?” 

“You know how to build a nest?” Naruto asks. 

Sasuke looks at him sideways. “Most Omegas do. The only ones that don't usually get knot implants and hormones eventually.” 

He nudges forward and playfully nips Sasuke's nose. 

Sasuke sucks his teeth. 

Naruto huffs an air of delight, and pulls Sasuke closer so they share a pillow. “Can you build me a nest? I'll be having my rut soon.” 

Sasuke pauses. “We aren't mated. That's too personal.” 

Naruto shakes his head. “In my culture, Omegas can build the best of an Alpha if they're close enough. I know the Japanese have different ideas, but we Russians don't have hang ups like that.” 

Feeling hesitant. “That's just really intimate for me.” He looks away from Naruto, choosing to see what they missed from the movie, and notice that it's over. Now it's playing some children's cartoons. 

“You can do it.” Naruto encourages. He knocks his forehead against the side of Sasuke's face. 

“Oh, I know I can do it. I just don't want to.” He throws back, feeling annoyed. He grabs Naruto's face, pushing it away, but he knows Naruto won't be deterred. 

When is he ever?

Naruto laughs. He seems to always find Sasuke amusing, Sasuke has noticed. As if he has no autonomy. 

What would it honestly take, for Naruto to lose interest? 

His grin shifts into a frown that Sasuke doesn't believe to be true. “Don't you care about me at all, Sasuke? Why would you wish a bad rut upon me?” He falsely bemoans, and sits up, and looks down at Sasuke, like he's prey. 

Feeling his instincts flaring up. He kicks Naruto in the chest, sending him flying out of the bed. 

That hunk of an Alpha makes a loud thump when he makes contact with the floor. 

He groans, and Sasuke knows that one is real. “Shit, Sasuke. I was only joking.” The comforter is wrapped around him on the floor. He looks up at Sasuke sadly. “I'm starting to feel like you just don't like me.” 

And honestly Sasuke feels sadness in his chest, that his Alpha would ever feel like that. 

His Alpha…. ? 

Sasuke lays a hand on his chest. 

Fuck. 

His inner Omega is building up in his chest. Naruto must actually be sad or frustrated for his Omega to respond. 

Shit. 

Sasuke thinks he is going to puke. He gets up out of the bed, and runs to the connected bathroom, and hurls into the toilet just in time. 

He's gagging. 

He hears shuffling near the doorway, and looking over the toilet at the door, and sees Naruto has scooter his way over to the bathroom, looking like the Dune worm, still wrapped up in that comforter. 

Sasuke hurls again. 

Motherfucker! His body is being too dramatic right now. He slams his fist into the tile on the floor. 

“Sasuke?” 

Sasuke spits into the toilet and stands up, looking for the mouthwash on the counter. Naruto stands up as well, leaning on the counter, watching Sasuke pick up the mouthwash and gargle it. “Do you want some charcoal?” Naruto asks. 

Sasuke side eyes him, he continues to gargle, and spits into the sink. He exhales, and smacks his mouth. “No, Naruto.” He touches his stomach absentmindedly, then burps. 

Naruto unwraps his comforter, and wraps one side around Sasuke, pulling him into his side. “Woo, woo, woo.” 

“Woo, woo, woo?” Sasuke asks. “Is that some Russian words of comfort?” He puts his face on Naruto's neck, inhaling his scent. 

Naruto snuggles Sasuke. “No, it's words of comfort from an American show, Living Single.” 

Sasuke shouldn't be surprised that Naruto would watch that show. 

But he won't admit he watched it as well. 

“Feeling better?” Naruto asks, rocking him. 

Sasuke can't lie, so he nods. 

Naruto perks up. “Yay! It's cause you're awesome!” And kisses his forehead. 

Sasuke lets himself be rocked, and thinks about how much Naruto has been there for him in his own way. 

And Sasuke has to admit, he hasn't exactly been doing a fine job of rejecting Naruto. There's been a car and helicopter waiting for him from his parents at one of their associates' properties nearby. He could have long ago left. 

But something keeps him here. 

Madness? 

Attraction? 

His stupid Omega? 

Naruto is treating him like some infant, rocking him, kissing his forehead, and still saying woo, woo, woo. 

All because he puked. 

Kami.

“I'll make your stupid nest.” He mumbles. 

“Hmm?” Naruto stops, and grabs the back of Sasuke's head, pulling it away from his scent glands. “What did you say?” 

He grits his teeth. Naruto has a tight hold on his scalp for some reason, and it's honestly turning him on. “I'm make your stupid nest.” He grits out, while blushing. 

Naruto lets go, and kisses Sasuke on the mouth. Tongue and all. 

It leaves Sasuke panting when Naruto backs up. “We should get some practice in.” He decides, “In the shower maybe?” He flicks his eyes up and down, and he knows Naruto is looking at the shower behind him. 

Feeling a deep need to please his Alpha. 

“Whatever you want.” Sasuke answers. 

[the-haunted-office]

Being the most popular room in the entire Office, the fourth floor employee lounge triples as a lounge, a kitchen, and a guest entertainment area. It boasts not only a fully-stocked kitchen with a plethora of up-to-date appliances, but also a large flat screen television and cabinets packed with DVDs and various gaming systems and their accompanying games. The Office residents love hanging out in there and bringing their guests into there to entertain as well.

Currently the floor is littered with what appear to be pancakes. Pancakes of all shapes and sizes, none of them particularly round, but all of them exactly not on a plate, ready to be eaten.

A few, one can't help but notice, have somehow managed to even find their way onto the ceiling, where they are impressively stuck there and don't appear to be ready to come down in a hurry.

Doomsday is at the stove, a pancake in a pan, the pan in her hands, her eyebrows drawn together in an unusually concentrated look on her face, one that would put a can of frozen grapefruit juice to shame.

"Come on, you piece of shit, come onnnnnnnn," she mutters pointedly at the pancake sitting in the pan...

...before tossing it up into the air with a quick shift of the pan, in what is supposed to be a motion meant to flip it over so as to catch it back into the pan to cook the other side.

The pancake instead ends up on the floor with a healthy little splat! among its other failed siblings.

"Fuck!"

"Oh, bravo, Doomsday, bra-vo," comes a taunting drawl over the Office speakers.

"Hey, fuck you, old man! At least I'm down here doing something with my time instead of sitting around up there on my ass all day, watching the monitors and finding shit the complain about!" Doom fires back, brandishing the still-hot pan at the ceiling.

"Yes, well, do enjoy yourself down there, you and your... 'doing something with your time'..."

Doom hauls off and throws the pan at the camera sitting in the corner up on the ceiling, shattering it. She's surprised when Cyrus doesn't come back on to immediately complain about that too. She goes over to retrieve the pan, shaking all the glass off it, flipping off the remains of the camera for good measure.

Whatever. She's not going to eat a single pancake until she gets one flipped into the pan like she's seen them do on TV, god damn it. She doesn't care how long it takes.

[rosexhart]

Waiting For Sunset

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Gekko x Reader

Accidentally running into the agents of Omega Earth, you are taken hostage. Hostages aren’t common for them, but you seem to be the exception. So much for your first time in L.A.

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The landing was rough and bumpy. When we did plan everyone started to get off the ship except Sage and the purple smoke person.

“Omen, you will inform Brimstone of what happened?” Sage asked and the person glanced back before nodding.

“Yes,” The light coming from beneath their hood flicking brighter for just a moment.

“Thank you,” She said before coming over to me, “You have been very brave thus far.” She said softly as she unlocked the buckles.

“Follow me, you wouldn’t want to get lost here.” She said, and I swallowed my pride. If I wanted out, I was going to need to play along.

“Welcome to Valorant.” She mentioned as we stepped off the ship. It was a rather large facility, floating far above the earth. I assumed it was from one of the explosions that happened some time ago, perfectly suspended and untouched by time.

“We are keeping those from Omega Earth from killing more people with their explosions. The damage already done by kingdom however, is always a constant reminder.” Sage said as she entered a building and held the door for me. There was a large, portal like arch. She stepped through it and my breath caught. She was gone? I hesitated, sticking my hand through as if to test it but I could feel nothing. I pulled my hand back through and held my breath. I walked through much like she did and we were in some type of military styled base.

“There are several agents here. We currently have 23, however, we are expecting another agent within the next few days.” She stated as we walked past hallway after hallway.

“Wait hold on-“ I started but she stopped and turned sharply on her heel.

“You are here, you are not allowed to leave until we make sure you will not be used again or against us.” Sage stated sharply and my jaw was slack. “It is not your decision to make. You have become apart of our cause whether or not you wanted to.”

“What about my family,” I started, “or the people who care for me.” I mentioned to her and she turned to keep walking.

“We are working on that currently.” She stated as she kept forwards. The place opened up into a larger living space. A large talking pit built into the floor with a large tv, a fairly large kitchen with an island, a balcony that over looked the kitchen and living space with a large dining table and chairs.

“Brimstone will want to speak with you about today. He will have many questions about what happened and how you came in.” Sage stated as she kept walking, I jogged a bit to catch back up.

“Is he like the head of this whole thing?” I asked her and she nodded.

“Something along those lines.” She stated as we walked through another doorway. There were only a few doors, and she entered the last one. It opened up to a warm and welcoming office. There were file boxes stacked to one wall, a large monitor system, showing some areas that reminded me of paint ball ranges. Then a large desk, covered in paper work. Behind it all sat a man. He was gruff looking, his beard well trimmed and styled showing his grey hair.

“Sage I told you to knock.” His eyes did not glance up as he wrote feverishly.

“It is an emergency,” She said and he glanced up, he glanced back down but then immediately straightened when he saw me.

“Who the hell is this?” The man asked.

“She was used as a human shield by Omega Omen.” Sage said, and she stepped forwards. The man stood up and came around his desk.

“How do we know she’s not from Omega Earth?” The man asked looking at her.

“I had Cypher run a check on her.” Sage said and my eye brows furred.

“Shit, how much did she see?” The man asked her.

“Too much Brim. He nearly planted the spike next to her.” Sage said and he huffed pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Great,” he turned back towards me and sighed. “We are going to set up accommodations for you. For now, welcome to the Valorant Protocol.” Brim said and I went to speak but was silenced.

“Sage, Brim, I have the results back.” A voice came through by the monitors.

“Thank you Cypher, we will be down shortly.” Sage answered.

“For now, Sage walk her back to the living room. Give her our welcome files to go over. She’s see too much she needs to know how we handle things.” Brim said straightening again, his heavy boots coming closer to me before passing me and opening the door.

“Understood,” Sage mentioned before also coming over with a tablet in her hands.

Four hours later, I set the tablet aside and rubbed at my eyes.

“It is a lot of information.” The voice made me jump as I looked up to see a man, wearing a white coat, a white hat, and some type of mask.

“Who are you?” I asked looking at him.

“You may call me Cypher,” He said tipping his hat towards me.

“Cypher, can you tell me how long I’m going to have to stay here?” I asked standing up from my place in the talking pit.

“Probably awhile. Omega Earth has a file on your presence and that can cause more issues and the solutions if you are caught again.” He said, flipping what looked like a coin between his fingers.

“Great,” I said sighing and rubbing at my eyes.

“Perhaps I can ease your mind.” He said standing up.

“How so?” I asked and he waved me to follow. I was getting tired of no one just saying what we were doing.

We entered what seemed like an office, covered in monitors, wires, gadgets, and tools. In the center was a table with a chess board. Set up as if two people stopped mid game. Black was in trouble.

“Here,” he pulled up a screen with my whole life practically written out. “As far as all data of you across our world and theirs, it doesn’t show you ever possessing abilities like the rest of us. So sooner or later they will forget about you, and you will be able to continue with your mundane life.” He stated

“Mundane?” I stated with a scoff

“I’m sorry, what else would you call your life? It is… without many lies and secrets.” He stated flipping the coin.

“Yo, Cypher! We need to talk about-“ the same neon haired male from before entered.

“Gekko, good timing.” Cypher said brushing things aside and picking up a spatter painted case. “I fixed your ear pieces. Try hard to not let your… dizzy. Get them all gunked up again.” He scolded handing them to Gekko.

“Thanks… so uh.. guess you really are staying huh?” He asked me and I sighed.

“Guess so,” I stated and he hesitated, scratching at the back of his neck.

“Cool, cool,” He looked back to Cypher clearing his throat, “thanks again,” He muttered before leaving the room, I felt a small tug at my pants and looked down. The same little yellow creature was pulling on my leg. Garbling out some noises.

“Aye , Wingman, they won’t go for that dude. Come on,” Gekko scooped up the little creature, setting him on his shoulder.

“Great,” Cypher said after he left. “I will provide you with your own ear pieces soon as a precaution. We all wear them typically in the field but it can be convenient here too, with how large our facility is.” Cypher said, tinkering on something.

“So I’m just stuck here?” I stated and he turned back.

“Stuck isn’t the term I would use. You are safer here than anywhere in the world.” He said turning back and I huffed, walking out of the space. He wasn’t wrong though, this place was a maze.

Wondering around, there were names on a lot of the doors. Phoenix , Neon, Gekko, Jett, Iso, Yoru, and so on. Then other rooms were labeled. Server room, locker room, baths, and it felt like it never ended.

“Learning the lay out?” I whipped around to see the blue haired girl.

“Trying… it’s really large.” I stated and she laughed a bit.

“Yeah, I guess if you aren’t running through it all the time it is.” She said glancing around. “Ever shot a gun before?” She asked suddenly, catching me off guard.

“No… well-“ I was cut off.

“There you are.” Sage said behind her, we both looked to her. “I was going to show you to your room, (Y/N).” She stated and the girl looked to me.

“She’s all yours, Sage.” She said throwing up her hands and walking off.

“Neon, she is one of the agents. She is a good person.” Sage said waving me forwards.

“Most of us here do not go by our birth names. We are under different aliases.” She said as we walked. “It is mostly for safety.” She turned down a hall way and stopped in front of an empty door.

“We are working on a name plate, but for now, these will be your quarters.” She said opening the door. Inside was plain grey, a bed, a desk, and a monitor with a large V displayed on it.

“I’m sure the others at some point will take you to get some decorations for you. For now, they are getting your things from the hotel you were in as we speak.” She said and turned towards me, interlocking her fingers in front of her.

“Sage,” I started running a hand through my hair, “look this has all been… incredibly in formative and… disturbing. But, you truly can’t expect me to stay here.” I mentioned.

“I mean…before sunset I was sitting outside of a boba shop happily planning out which college I wanted to pick and now… now I’m sitting here. In a super high level security base that acts more as a prison for me, with nothing familiar to me.” I stated, frustrated. She looked to the floor and I could see her swallow before she looked back up to me.

“I understand you do not wish to stay here. But you know more than the average person, and in the hands of the Omega Earth agents you would be good as dead for knowing what you know. It is in your best interest to remain here for the time. I will leave you alone to settle. I will send a few to check in on you later.” She mentioned going to the door and opening it.

“I hope you can come to like this arrangement at least for a little while.” She said before leaving me in silence.

Sometime later there was a knock at my door. It had a short rhythm to it. I got up from the grey bed and opened the door to see Gekko.

“Sup,” he said, he no longer had the little yellow creature on his shoulder like I’d seen earlier.

“Hi,” I said awkwardly leaning against the door.

“Sage sent me. She wanted me to help you get more comfortable with the place.” He said shrugging a bit. A garble came from his feet and I looked down. There was the little yellow guy.

“Oh right, this is Wingman,” he said picking up the little guy and setting him on his shoulder.

“Hi Wingman,” I said smiling and giving a little wave.

“I have a couple of other little critters running around, but don’t mind them. They are all super nice when they get to know you.” He said scratching wingman’s head. “Anyways, follow me. Everyone has heard about you and I promised I’d pull you out of your room to introduce you.” He said turning to walk. I stepped out and joined him.

“Are you always this persuasive?” I asked him and he shrugged.

“Depends on who you ask.” He stated, and we walked in a comforting silence. With Gekko, I didn’t feel like I needed to talk to be comfortable around him.

We walked into a small sitting room with monitors pulled up like in Brim’s office. The pictures were a lot clearer here. There were people in the area now, the blue haired girl, a guy I hadn’t seen yet with a fade into dreads and a short white jacket, then Yoru and a red haired girl I recognize from when I was first taken hostage.

“The blue haired girl there is Neon. Then Phoenix is the one wearing the white jacket. You met Yoru on the heli, and then Skye is the chica with red hair.” He pointed each of them out.

“I read some about them in their files.” I said crossing my arms, “So everyone here has like abilities and stuff?” I asked and nodded.

“Most of us yeah, I don’t know if Cypher actually does or if he’s just always been that smart.” Gekko said scratching at the back of his neck. He rested his arm back down, keeping his hand on his neck. “Looks like they are finishing up. Come on,” he pulled at my wrist and we walked into a room off the viewing room. It resembled a locker room but instead of clothes or shoes it had guns of all kinds.

“Woah,” I muttered glancing at the different weapons, their colors, and sizes.

“Cool right?” He said pulling a brightly colored gun off the wall. “This one is mine, I call it the Daydreams Phantom!” He said showing off its paint job.

“It’s really pretty,” I muttered, running my hand over the cool surface.

“Thanks, designed it myself.” He said hooking it back in its place.

“All of us have our own designs. Sometimes if we are lucky we can get the omega earth guns, which have these weird almost ethereal effects.” He said picking up another that look like it moving with smoke. “Like this one, Yoru calls it the Imperium.” He handed it to me, the smoke running across the metal like it had its own atmosphere.

“That’s insane,” I muttered and he laughed.

“I know, that’s what I said.” Gekko said placing it back on the hook.

“Oy! Gekko!” The sound of electricity crackled in the air and the lights flickered as Neon slid into the room.

“Did you see that score board,” she asked as she stood up. Shaking off some of the bolts. They would shoot off her skin and hit the lockers.

“Yeah, way to flame them!” Gekko said dabbing her up. Phoenix came in next straightening up the collar of his jacket.

“Never saw it comin’.” He said with a smirk, “And who’s our guest of honor.”

“Right, this is (Y/N).” He said giving a dramatic wave. Phoenix came over doing a small circle as if circling prey.

“They don’t look radiant,” he mentioned and Neon rolled her eyes.

“Nice observation genius. She’s not,” Neon said hanging up a pistol in what I assumed was her case.

“Woah, and they just let them in?” He said looking at her and Gekko.

“She got caught up by the Omega Earth versions when we were on our last mission.”

“I swear every mission you go on, you just cause more chaos.” Pheonix said, also dropping off a weapon.

“¡Ey! Whatchu mean by that!” Gekko asked as Yoru walked in.

“He’s not wrong,” Yoru said, slicking back his hair with a comb.

“Oy, I’ve gone on plenty of missions where nothing happened, just because I’ve had two go crazy ain’t my fault.” Gekko said tossing his hands about.

“Naw, what matters is that you’re the outlier.” The red haired girl said as she came in.

“Y’all always got a problem with me and the little guys.” He said crossing his arms.

“Don’t take it personal. We are always going to pick on you for somethin’ mate.” Phoenix said patting his shoulder before coming up to me.

“Welcome to the team.” He said before walking away.

“I’m not apart of this,” I argued and Neon slung a bag over her shoulder.

“Sure you’re not,” she said shaking her head and walking out.

“Don’t worry, everyone here’s like a family. You’ll get used to it in no time.” Skye said to me as she also left, leaving Gekko, Yoru, and myself.

“Honestly, the fact that Brimstone allowed you to stay is a joke. It won’t last.” Yoru said, “As soon as they can they will make sure you’re done.” He walked out as well.

“Well I think that went perfectly.” Gekko said with a smile. I looked back at him like he had grown a second head.

“That was perfect?” I asked and he smiled with a quiet giggle.

Sometime later I found myself alone again in my room. It was late, and most of the others had turned in for sleep some time ago. I found myself wide awake though. Clutching the things that were in my hotel room. There was an ever present drone in the whole facility that seemed like a siren now that all else was quiet. I threw my pillow up over my head and sighed. I did not do well in strange places and this was no exception. I got up, and stepped out into the hall. It was quiet, and most of the lights were on some sort of dimmed setting. I paced through the halls and sighed as my body continuously fought me trying to stay more and more awake. Garble garble. I looked down to see Wingman. He looked up at me from the door of Gekko’s room and I shook my head.

“What are you doing up little dude?” I asked as he closed the door behind him, leaving only a crack. He tilted his head at me. Garble.

“I can’t understand you, but you should go back to bed. I’m ok, just… everything is new and scary for me.” He put his hand up towards his face as if contemplating. Then he walked forwards and hugged my leg gently. I reached down and mimicked Gekko’s way of petting the creature. What I thought was hard armor like skin was more squishable like a baby turtle shell.

“Thanks little dude.” I said gently before he walked back into the room. I sighed, grateful for the little bit of comfort he provided before I continued walking. Moving down the all so similar corridors.

Eventually I had slept. Horribly, but I slept. My mind ever foggy as I got dressed and made my way out into the halls. I could hear conversation as soon as I exited my room. This place had impeccable sound proofing. I walked down the halls and made my way back into the living space where Neon, Yoru, and Phoenix were all talking. They all glanced at me as I came in.

“There’s our new Star,” Pheonix said as he shifted his feet. “Do you eat?” He asked me as he sipped on a drink.

“Yeah,” I muttered, unsure of what exactly they had cooked. Neon smiled and started working on something.

“I’m not nearly as good of a cook as some of the others here but I try.” She dished it out onto a plate and set it down on the island. I walked closer, of course it just had to be my favorite breakfast food.

“Um, thank you. I’ll have to make you food sometime.” I said gently smiling at her and she shrugged.

“Don’t worry about it. Most of the time the world class chefs won’t even let us cook.” Neon said shaking her head, a few bolts of electricity getting knocked around her hair, almost like static on a sweater in the winter.

“World class. Yeah right, if they are world class then I can’t aim.” Yoru said gingerly eating at his own food.

“Did someone call for a chef?” I heard a voice from the hall and turned to see Jett.

“Speak of the Devil and she shall appear.” Pheonix said crossing his arms.

“In a haze of smoke too if you let me.” She said approaching the kitchen.

“How did you sleep?” She asked me as she got up on her tip toes to reach in a cabinet for a mug.

“Uh. Not that great… I was up for awhile.”

“I get that. New places can be tough. I think it took me like three weeks to get used to it.” Jett said smiling back at me as she started to make herself a drink.

“I have always slept soundly,” Yoru stated

“Really I didn’t think vampires slept.” Pheonix said and Yoru glared at him.

“Yo what’s with all the racket? Way too early to be makin so much noise.” Gekko said as he came out.

“Morning to you too Gekko.” Neon said running a hand over her hair, “alright, I’m out of here. I need to run off some of this built up energy.” She stretched out her arm as she walked towards the hall.

Gekko sat down next to me, and Wingman hopped down from his shoulder and looked up at me. Garble.

“What are you talkin about dude?” Gekko asked rubbing his eyes as Jett leaned on the island counter. Garble garble.

“You were up late?” Gekko asked looking at me and I nodded. “I’m sorry, it does take time to adjust. Me and the little guys didn’t sleep super well for a while. You get used to it.” Gekko said setting his head on his hand.

“That’s what everyone keeps saying.” I said smiling, and Wingman laid up against Gekko’s arm.

“Well, training time rookies. I’m goin’ for that high score.” Pheonix said pressing the wrinkles from his shirt.

“Good luck with that,” Yoru said standing to rinse his mug and place it in the dishwasher.

“I’m nearly there. I can feel it.” Pheonix said snapping his fingers and letting a few sparks of flame come off them.

“I’ll join you guys but let me finish my coffee first.” Jett said as Yoru and Pheonix headed out. Gekko stood and went to grab himself some food.

“Feel free to explore a little, (Y/N). There’s a lot to do here. Took me forever to learn until Cypher told me.” Jett said finishing off her drink and doing the same as Yoru. She left and I was alone with Gekko.

“Alright guys,” he said, opening the small bag on his body. A small green ball creature came out, a floating blue creature, and a pink creature that reminded me a lot of a shark.

“(Y/N), this is Mosh, Dizzy, and Thrash.” He said pointing to them in order. “They are part of my crew.” He said as he threw them all something and then wingman a small bit to. Wingman plopped down and began to eat it? I couldn’t really tell.

“Nice to meet them all.” I mentioned as Dizzy floated over near me.

“They are all really chill. You’ll have to forgive Dizzy. She can’t help when she sneezes and gets goo everywhere.” He said shaking his head, “Can’t tell you how many lectures I’ve gotten from Cypher about it.” He said as he took a bite of food.

“Your file mentioned you’ve had them since you joined Valorant.” I stated and he nodded.

“Awhile before that too.” He mentioned but I didn’t want to push and figure out exactly how long.

“They are really cool. You take them on missions too right?” I asked poking at Dizzy’s small paw like appendage.

“Yeah, everywhere I am, they go. Most of the time anyways.” He said as he was eating.

“Means you’ve always got company which I’m sure is nice.” I mentioned and he nodded.

“I’d probably be pretty lonely without them. I’m too used to having them at this point.” He mentioned

“Good morning,” Sage said entering the room from where Brim’s office was.

“Mornin’ Sage.” Gekko said with a mouthful of food.

“Good morning,” I said as I walked over to the sink to wash the dish.

“This morning, Brim would like to talk with you, (Y/N).” Sage said as she prepared a coffee for herself.

“Probably just going over what he would like you to do while you’re here.” Gekko mentioned, “Don’t worry about it.” He finished waving it off. I nodded and placed the dish in the dishwasher, before walking towards Brim’s office. My heart racing in my ears. I knocked on the door.

“Come in,” he said from inside and I opened the door. Brim, much like yesterday, sat at his desk, his head in his hand as he looked over a sheet of paper. He looked up and sat up a little straighter.

“Good morning, you wanted to see me?” I asked as I closed the door behind me.

“Yes, we are going to have you trained, but after that I’d like to have you working with Cypher on recon for us.” He said standing up and I nodded. “Do you always just willingly agree?” He asked skeptically.

“No, but I’ve been told repeatedly I don’t have a choice in the matter so.” I shrugged and he nodded once.

“Right. I’ll have someone meet you down at the range. Go ahead to the armory and they will meet you there.” He said waving me off and I nodded. Walking back out of the office.

Sitting in the viewing room I watched on the screen as Pheonix and Yoru went head to head. They both had some type of flash mechanism, but other than that, their abilities were a stark contrast.

“They are pretty entertaining to watch once you really see them going.” Gekko said plopping down in a chair beside me.

“Yeah, they both do really well.”

“Two of the strongest.” Gekko said smiling, “Brim wanted me to take you out there once they were done.” His eyes glanced at me and I looked at him with a puzzled gaze.

“Not like- ok not like in a date way or nothin’ he just wants me to work on your training.” He said pulling his shirt off his chest and then smoothing it back out. I only laughed as he became flustered.

“I understood what you meant before Gekko.” I mentioned, laughing as my attention went back to the screen.

Once they were done, Gekko led me into the armory which ended up being what I thought was a locker room yesterday. He walked me over to a locket with an all black set of weapons.

“Ok, probably start you with a pistol or two, and then we will move onto the ones with more kick.” He said pulling a simple looking thing off the wall.

“Have you ever shot before?” He asked before we went into the basics. Hours later he was using Dizzy to blind max bots for me as I shot at each of them.

“Gekko, (Y/N), wrap it up.” Brim’s voice boomed out and I came out of my stance.

“Alright. Let’s get everything back where it was. You did good today for a rookie.” Gekko jested nudging my arm with his elbow.

“Thanks, I have a good teacher.” I mentioned and he smiled before we started back inside the main facility…. Unknowingly being watched by prying eyes.

[sopiao]

DISDJUSBS OMG. THERE’S THIS PRICE BOT

AND OH LORDY DID THIS FLUFF GIVE ME CAVATIES FROM HOW SWEET IT IS.

anyways. reader (shark) taking care of Price while he’s injured. these r just lil snippets of it 🤭

Out on a mission, Shark had a nice clean shot of the target. It seemed to clean, too clear. He picked a space that would seem hidden only to a blind man, it was like he picked a spot to look like he was hiding but was so obviously out in the open. But, whatever, fuck it. Seemed too much of a waste of time overthink a quick shot to get the mission over with.

But Price saw it, he saw how they lured them into a specific spot that made it look like it would be a perfect spot for them. Long story short (mainly cuz i’m too lazy) he ended up taking the trap for them. It took a couple hours until he could be safely taken to base to get his wounds checked out. He has to stay in that wing for 2 weeks to recover. Critical condition.

Shark felt guilty that they fell for such an obvious trap to get it over with, and he ended up getting hurt. So, they decided to be the one to take care of him. Shark gets to pay their self-debt to him, and the medics don’t have to worry so much about him and who’ll have to monitor him.

“Alright. Got ya’ a grilled cheese aaand a blue Gatorade” Shark entered the room with a paper plate that held the sandwich. Price immediately sat up, ready for his snack but also excited to see them. They set the plate on his lap and the cold blue gatorade on his bedside table.

“Weird combination, but okay” Shark muttered quietly, causing him to chuckle, sitting back on their seat next to his bed. Price hummed deeply after his first bite, the savory taste making him momentarily forget about how sore his body feels.

The fresh scars and stitches on his body were visible. Old ones mixed with new ones. Across his chest was a type of gauze, bandage, and a large patch on his side. The medic suggested that he kept his upper half bare to prevent the fabric from rubbing against the freshly sewn stitches to prevent irritation and prolong the healing process. Fortunately for Shark ,’:)

“Mmph— Never thought a grilled cheese would taste so good” Price groaned, leaning back on the bunchy and wrinkled sheets of the bed, finishing his sandwich and gulping down his Gatorade. Shark slumped back in the wooden chair, propping their feet up on the edge of his bed, flipping through the shitty romcoms on the TV.

It was silent, but not the weird and awkward silence that makes you wanna bury yourself alive then be there. The comfortable silence where you can just space out and just enjoy each other’s company. They were already pretty close, comfortable with each other. They sparred together, ran together, sometimes raced, exercise and eat together.

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“You’re an ass” Shark laughed, fake punching Price in the chest. He fell back on the bed with a fake pained expression and a over dramatic ‘ow!’. He stayed laying down, turning his head to show them his soft smile that only seemed to appear when Shark was around. He noticed it, everyone noticed it, just not them.

“Ahh— Fuck” Price groaned immediately sitting up and his hand clutching at the center of his chest. A sudden, uninvited, pain rushed from his back to the center of his chest, bursting out. Shark immediately sat up, worried that their fake punch maybe actually did hit him. One hand on his shoulder and the other on his hand that laid on his chest.

“Oh, shit! Sorry— Uhh. Fuck. What do I do?” Panicked and confused. They didn’t know what to do to help, or what to do at all. Price would chuckle at their reaction if his mind wasn’t occupied with how much is chest fucking hurt.

“No— Ngh.. N-no. I’m fine. The doc said it would be like this because of my rib” Price tried his best to explain through short, shallow, breaths. Sucking in long breaths of air through this teeth to try and bear through the pain. It was like getting stabbed all over again.

“Shit— Uh. Is there anything I can do? Water? Pills? Anything?” Shark asked frantically, looking around quickly for anything that speaks out to them to try to help. He only shook his head, too weak to form a sentence, but he wanted to reassure them that he was okay, he wasn’t, obviously.

“Could-could.. you.. uhh” He spoke up, having to concentrate really hard to try and get the words past the stabbing pain and out his mouth. Shark’s head immediately perked up, looking for any way to assist. They saw his other hand was open, palm up, and towards their direction.

Shark was a little taken aback at his request, their captain was a strong and unaffectionate man. So, seeing how he requested for their hand, something to help him push through it. Shark willingly accepted his hand, his large and scared hand somehow seemed softer than it looked. Finding comfort in their touch. Every so often they’d feel him squeeze their hand when the pain got too intense.

—

As much as Shark wanted to stay and watch over Price he didn’t wanna see them leave. They had other duties they had to attend to. But when they came back to visit Price, the doctor immediately took their attention and asked, practically begged, them if they could feed Price soup since he hasn’t been eating much lately, claiming he’s feeling nauseous which doesn’t help the feeding process.

Shark looked down at the warm bowl in their hands, chicken soup. They chuckled as they walked back to his room. They don’t know how they were gonna get him to eat, but they’d at least give it a try.

“Heard you was giving the doc a hard time” Shark chuckled, closing the door behind them. Price let out a soft laugh and rubbed the back of his neck as if he was caught.

“I told him I’m not hungry” Price shook his head, hand laying on the side of his neck, as if that would persuade them not to make him eat. He laid back on his elbows, flashing his playful smirk.

“The longer you refuse to eat, the longer you’ll be stuck in here” They shrugged, using their sleeves to stay between their hands and the hot bowl so it doesn’t burn them. He rolled his eyes and blew a raspberry, plopping back down.

“Feed me?”

“Huh?”

“You heard me”

Shark searched on his face, any sign that he was just joking around, waiting for him to just laugh it off. Yet he stayed the same, pushing himself up, waiting for them to feed him. Eventually they gave in, signing before sitting up from their seat and standing at his bedside.

They grabbed a spoon full of the meat and warm broth and slid the back against the rim of the bowl to prevent it from dripping. They can’t believe they were doing this, but it was for the health of their captain. Holding it up to his mouth to which he happily took, humming satisfyingly.

“You have arms y’know” Shark pressed another spoonful up to his mouth, eyes fixated on his lips when he slipped the spoon into his mouth, looking back at his eyes. Price shrugged and took a second to chew before answering them.

“I don’t see you stopping” He tilted his head up at them, resting back on his hands and smiling up at Shark.

[pizzatrocious]

@thebananwithaplan

The bunker was somehow already a wreck. Half of the TV monitors had been dismantled, as well as the large TV in the middle of the (once again, surprisingly spacious) room. VHS player and radio parts were also scattered about. In the corner, sat a volleyball surrounded by candles and rose petals, Peppino's face painted onto it in red marker.

Standing before the Banana was none other than Pizzahead himself, currently flipping burgers at a small portable charcoal grill. He turned toward the other, giving a knowing nod.

Horrors of the current event be damned, this man could work a grill!

"...Seems things got WAY WORSE than I thought, huh?"

A pensive tapping of his chin as he used the other hand to continue flipping the burgers.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuull disclosure there, he was NOT meant to be this strong. ...Ooooooooooor be let out, for that matter. But, WOULDN'T YA KNOW IT, my DNA is waaaaay more 'erratic' than expected! Or at least, that's what the labcoats told me!"

[skibidi-mimic-division]

[Transmission incoming.]

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[Transmission accepted]

The large screen in from of the human shows nothing but black and white TV static for a few moments before the video on the other end starts to clear up.

"Dammit!" a raspy English voice calls out before a loud clang can be heard, likely the person on the other end wacking their own video broadcasting device. The video clears up almost immediately after the device is hit, the TV static lingering on the edges of the monitor before dissipating.

"Human. Nice to finally see ya properly, kid." the same raspy English voice says, the voice belonging to a man in the middle of the screen. It's none other than Chief! The leader of the Firehose Faction. Said man is wearing a simple long sleeved white t-shirt and some khaki cargo pants.

"Now I'm not one to beat around the bush but I got word of your mimic division and I thought I'd try to contribute to it. One of my boys mentioned meeting you briefly a while ago after we put out a shop fire." Chief rasps out quickly, turning his head to the side to look at the human with one eye, his metallic bronze head glinting in the soft light of the video feed.

"See, I'm a beach man, I like going to the beach and dipping my toes in the sand and what not, and with Summer approaching we've been going more frequently and only recently we've started seeing some... particularly odd things in the ocean, scares the shit outta of Hoseman." Chief continues, leaning on the table the monitor is on, which js attached to his recording device. He moves, what is presumably, a mouse around and clicks a few things before an image appears on the human's end of the transmission.

"Sorry for the bad quality, kid. It was overcast and foggy that day, and frankly, we aren't camera units, so pictures and videos ain't our thing." Chief says before continuing, "I want to think those things are mimics. Something aquatic. But they aren't those speaker mimics like your friend Pal, or that one Clif guy either. They've got fins on their tails and backs, even one on their head, and as far as I'm aware, speaker mimics have frills and wings, not fins. Except for that Clif guy. But I wanted to inform you of this, I don't want to put my people at risk because of some anomalous aquatic entity that could possibly be a mimic out in the water. I think I'd actually be the one most at risk of this." Chief pauses, rubbing his hands together, a few scars showing in the dim light of the room he is in.

His, and the human's, attention is drawn to the door when Veteran steps into the room. Chief straightens up a bit, his posture stiffening before his shoulders go lax at the sight of Veteran. His one visible eye flicks between the human and Veteran before he speaks, "Veteran." is all that comes from Chief, he sounds firm, even a hint of nervousness barely detectable in his voice. "I hope this one doesn't end up like your last one. Not to insult your protection skills or anythinf." Chief says, crossing his arms and stepping back from the monitor a bit. "Old fart." he mutters quietly, "But that's not what I called for. Do you think you have any ideas or clues as to what may be in the water, kid?" Chief asks, tilting the front end of his head down slightly.

. . . Hello, Chief. It has been a while since we last spoken...and I thought I remembered telling you to keep that between you and me. My chi--...(ahem), my charge is currently in good hands and is thriving while under the care of me and the alliance. I can't change the past...but I can prevent it from ever happening again. I can promise you that.

Uhh? You two know each other...? Oh! I...uh...well then! Hello! Nice to officially meet you, Chief! It's nice to hear from the Fire Squad for the first time! As for the photos you sent in, I will have to say that those mimics are NOT in our database! Judging from their appearance, I think those mimics may be strictly fully aquatic or oceanic in nature! I'm a little sad that you didn't manage to get their heads in the photo, but some evidence is better then no evidence! We will be sending out some scouting drones and I will be asking Clif if he knows these mimics! Keep an eye out and make sure to stay safe until we can gauge their hazard level! Thank you for your contribution to our archive, Chief!

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The Safehouse, pt. 2

CW: for institutionalized slavery, mentions of abuse, treatment of people as things

Advice from the Box Boy Liberation Movement:

"It can be difficult to know how to welcome rescuees into your home for the first time, so begin by considering the hierarchy of needs. Most rescuees will be undernourished, exhausted, and in need of a wash. Be gentle with them. As far as is possible, respect their autonomy and preferences, if they are able to express them."

Tim was the first one awake the next day and he was glad of it. Although he didn't know what time their new charges would arrive, it was unlikely to be before 9 o'clock and the early hour gave him the chance to make coffee and sit quietly in the recliner and gather his wits about him. He rocked back and forth, slowly, gently, and wondered how the next morning would be, with five of them present.

Very different, he was sure.

It was nearly an hour before the silence was broken and Angie came down the stairs to start her day. Tim blushed slightly as he realized that he was still in his bathrobe, while she had showered and dressed.

"I should-" he started, putting his coffee down and shifting to stand, but she shook her head and waved a hand in friendly dismissal.

"Don't worry about it. I mean, I don't care and we're supposed to do things normally- like in a normal home. As much as possible, anyway."

"That's true." Tim smiled nervously and sat back. He watched out the back window at the birds sitting around the bird feeder, feathers fluffy in the cold, and went over some of the things their contacts had told them during training.

You will have to give them explicit instructions. Ask them if they are able to speak and tell them they are allowed to do so. Monitor their meals to be sure they are eating. Watch them closely, because they won't tell you if something is wrong, but also don't hover or crowd them. Don't take it personally when they're afraid of you. Never speak angrily or raise your voice in front of them.

There had been so much. Tim hoped he would remember it all and that he would be able to do the right thing when the time came. Above all, he did not want to fail his charges.

You will get a lot of things wrong without meaning to, their trainer had said, because rescuees are traumatized and conditioned not to trust you. Don't give up.

When the coffee was gone, Tim went upstairs to get ready for the day and then back down to the couch. He and Angie had breakfast and put something on TV, but neither of them paid attention. They sat quietly, pretending to watch the show, until, shortly before lunch, the doorbell finally rang.

Tim met Angie at the door as she flew down the stairs and they exchanged a look that was apprehension and excitement all at once. Tim remembered to take a breath and Angie to smooth her hair down, as if they were what they appeared to be, an ordinary couple who had bought and paid for human beings. Just the perception of it made Tim want to be sick, or punch something, but the ends, he felt sure, justified the means and he could play the part just long enough for the delivery to be completed.

"Where do you want 'em?" asked the man who stood at the door with a large crate on some kind of hand trolley. A white van idled at the foot of the driveway and Angie wondered how many people were inside it.

"Here in the foyer is fine," she said, when she remembered that a question had been asked. The man tipped the first crate off the trolley before he returned to the van to retrieve what looked like another large dog crate.

"Gotta take these back with me," he said. "WRU can't afford to give them away, but we do sell them in our online store."

"Thank you for letting us know," Tim said, without making any promises.

"I thought there were supposed to be three?" Angie asked, peering out the door at the van.

"I only have two for this address," the man said. "You'll have to call the WRU, ask what happened to the rest of the order." Tim looked over at Angie, who shrugged and nodded. It would probably be best to look like they were no more concerned than any other "customer" would be.

"Alright, well," the man went on, "They're yours now. Remember, you asked for used so there's no returns and you get what you get." The man looked bored, like someone who wanted to finish his deliveries and go out for a drink.

Tim tried to keep his hands from shaking as he opened the first crate. Angie unhooked the other and they swung the doors open and stepped back, leaving enough room for the crates' occupants to exit.

"Well, I'll just go, then," the delivery driver was saying as he piled the crates back on to the trolley, but Angie and Tim barely heard him and did little more than wave as he left. He had been expecting a tip.

Inside the house, Tim found himself staring, a little more shyly than he would have liked, at the two young men kneeling in his front hall. They must be about his own age, he realized, and was unsure what to do with the thought.

Fortunately, Angie was there and didn't seem nervous at all. If anything, she was excited. "Welcome to our home," she said in a gentle voice, but Tim could hear the adrenaline behind it. "We're very glad to have you all here."

"Thank you, mistress," one of them murmured. Angie looked at Tim, who nodded reassuringly. This was what they had been told to expect.

"You can call me Angie," she said. "And this is Tim."

Tim smiled shyly and waved a hand in greeting. He studied their first rescuees as Angie continued talking.

"Do you have a name?" she asked the boy on the right, the one who had spoken.

"This pet was called Francis, previously," he said. "But you may name him anything you like."

"Would you like to go on being called Francis?" she asked.

"You may name this pet anything you like," he repeated and she nodded, although he couldn't see it. Francis' posture was graceful and tightly composed, which almost disguised the fact that he was shivering slightly; he was kneeling with his hands placed delicately on his thighs and his elbows tucked in. His head tilted just slightly downwards so that he was looking somewhere around Angie's feet. He had curly brown hair that would need a wash and Tim wondered what color his eyes were.

"How about you?" Angie had moved on to speak to the other boy, crouching down so that she wasn't looming over him.

He did not reply, but looked shyly up at her and glanced at Tim, too, nearly meeting their eyes. His expression held an anxious question, but he did not open his mouth.

"Can you speak?" Tim asked, as carefully as he could. "That is- are you able..."

The boy looked very nervous and dropped his eyes to the floor as he shook his head, a small movement that Tim nearly missed.

"That's all right," Tim assured him. "We don't mind. Angie, did we get any papers? Those might have a name on them."

She looked around the entryway as though papers might have fallen out and gone unnoticed, but there was nothing. "No matter, though," she said to the boy. "We'll come up with a good name for you."

He raised his head again and his eyes were shining, with something approaching a smile on his face. Angie returned the look, warmly. In truth, Tim found this boy a little difficult to look at. Francis was in need of a wash but had no outward signs of injury, whereas this boy had clearly been though something terrible. His hair would probably be some sort of blond when it was clean and his eyes were blue; his fair skin was marked with bruises and one eye was badly swollen. Worst, he held his hands folded across his body and Tim could see that they had been terribly injured. Still, he was watching Tim and Angie with a kind of expectant hopefulness that made Tim want to cry.

There was no time for that, however. Both boys were both too thin by far and Tim itched to start lunch and feed them adequately. Angie evidently had the same impulse, because she straightened up and said, "Who's hungry? I think it's time to go explore the kitchen and see what we can find."

Next time: The house has lunch together and the rescuees begin to form first impressions.

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