#posture fixing hack

[thatmooncake]

Moon needs to be rolled out with a rolling pin

[justghoulythingz]

i want you in all the ways you’ll let me have you…

a drabble for anonymous taken from this prompt list.

pairing : ghoul/lucy maclean

word count : 846

warnings : some good old fashioned self-loathing, rope to restrain, mentions of sex. 18+, mdni

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It’s been centuries since Cooper Howard has gotten this involved with anyone.

He’s a bit like a stunted foal: clumsy yet reluctant to admit it; so used to being somewhere dark and grisly and detached that when the sun hitched to Lucy MacLean shines, it burns his irreversibly damaged skin. Gives it a kind of glow that he has to kill every time it threatens to bloom.

Self-inflicted wounds are easier to nurse. What’s the point of watering the dead garden his innards are overgrown with?

He winces when she touches him. That’s why her wrists need to be kept bound when he explores her. So she can’t feel how much she affects him. So she doesn’t get the wrong idea.

This ain’t love. Not that she has much experience with the romantic variety. He’s got plenty to keep close to the chest.

He gave himself to his Barb and she trampled him so far into the dirt that he might has well have been buried that fateful day.

The consequential marks don’t seem to bother Lucy. She’s a curious sort. One of the things Cooper admires about her. In the same breath, however, he doesn’t mind if for once she’d give it a proper fucking rest.

She moves too fast for him. He’s not entirely certain he wanted to budge in the first place.

Here she is with his face entombed in her neck, kissing and licking and nibbling as she opens herself to him. Thinking about how he would drag his nose along the slopes and valleys that comprise her if he could. How she deserves a man who’s whole and not whatever husk was violently spat out.

He can plainly see she yearns to reciprocate. Restless energy makes her grit her teeth and clench her thighs, squirming about as he gets to roam free. A low, long-winded hiss manages to escape between the soft, swollen lips he’s already branded.

“Tell me what y’want, angel wings. Use your big girl words. Y’had no trouble up t’this point.” He smiles against her throat, keeping her body caged. His voice cuts through like a saw hacking down a tree. Chop chop chop. Devastation as it crashes to the ground.

She sighs heavily and attempts to fix her posture. He’s very skilled at distracting. It’s not lost on her that he does so on purpose.

“Can you look at me first, Cooper?” she asks, chest heaving. He wonders how their hearts would feel galloping together. He doesn’t take his clothes off for her.

Some days, he wants to.

“Alright,” he begins, angling himself backward and resting one palm on the wall above her head. He can humor her. “I’m lookin’.”

And boy does he look. How can one not, with those doe eyes, large and all-encompassing like a lush forest of green and brown and gold?

His expression takes on that of a predator’s honing in on its prey. Except she’s taken hold of his hide and shredded it until it’s all mangled and indistinguishable. He feigns he has the upper hand. He feigns many things.

Lucy utilizes a few more moments to compose herself. Logic has been replaced with emotion. That requires a different type of effort to navigate.

Normally he would hurry her along, he don’t got all day. But really, he does. Why not spend it admiring a work of unabashed art that spawned from, according to him, the depths of hell?

“As much as I enjoy you getting your excess of me, I feel…” She exhales, shaky. “I feel like that excess has snatched away my enjoyment of you. I, I feel incomplete. It’s not as satisfactory as I know it could be.”

The old, tattered cowboy doesn’t answer. It’s difficult to swallow. She is expectant, but she’s also learned to lower said expectations when it comes to him. So she carries on of her own accord.

“What I want, Cooper, is you. All of you. I’m not satisfied with this half-baked sex we’ve been having. I want to pleasure you. Have you gasping for air and unable to think clearly.”

If she only knew.

“I want you to orgasm in my vagina and mouth and hand and, and wherever else, I don’t care! Except that’s really not true. I do care. I want you in all the ways you’ll let me have you. And I want you in all the ways you haven’t let me have you. That’s what I want.”

She’s so technical sometimes that it usually makes him roll his eyes or laugh. Now, he doesn’t do either.

Instead, he grasps her chin and tilts it upward. He shoots her one last isolated once-over and seals their fate with a fervent kiss. The hand once above her travels below and deftly releases her from her binds. The rope falls to the dusty floor with a resounding thud.

“Best get t’work then,” Cooper murmurs against her cushioned mouth. Like a warm, forgiving blanket waiting to surround him, even after being away from home for months, years.

“‘Fore I change my mind.”

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Writemas Day 6!

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I'll go with a snippet from Crash Stardom! for this one too!

Prompt Chosen: Broken

"- Sorry to barge in." A slow, melodic voice broke through the buzz of the comms, and it wasn't a good one. Fabian stopped in his tracks, turning around slowly as if he'd just seen someone get possessed - the others, Juni, Dassian, Noah, they had all practically the same expression etched on their faces. Something about this made it very clear that whoever had hacked their hardware wasn't actually 'sorry' to interrupt anything, that this person was really enjoying this, but that was the least of their worries.

The chuckle that followed those words dripped with mockery, and though it was somewhat garbled by the machinery it still held a strange lilt to it. One that made the hairs on the back of Fabian's neck stand on edge, his eyebrows crinkling. Shock and confusion twisted in the air between the group, as if they had all fallen into a pot of thick jelly that had stuck them in place.

Except for Kit. No. His eyes told a different story. Fabian could see that, he knew his friend well. And judging by how wide those usually calm ember-infused slits around Kit's pupils were, whatever that 'story' was, it wasn't a good one.

It dawned on him like a bucket of ice - the recognition in Kit's eyes, the way his usually confident and suave posture had completely faltered, how his mind seemed to be somewhere else entirely. Kit knew this voice. And recognition, at this point, sounded like the worst possible scenario when it came to a reaction to the mystery woman who'd just chuckled ominously on the other end of their line.

Fabian spared a glance at rest of the team, and they did the same, glancing at each other with wary concern. It was clear that they were all thinking similarly to him, if with varying degrees of comprehension. He was just opening his mouth to ask Kit - their friend, their usually brash and unflappable leader now turned into practically a statue stuck in time - what the fuck was going on, to seek an explanation for this mess. But it was not like the Universe was feeling like 'playing nice', now was it?

Because before he could, the voice, that same creepy, taunting sound that had jumped in uninvited in their personal line of communication, spoke again. "Well, well. If its not our favorite pussycat! Come to play the game of 'get your friends killed one by one' again, Lovota?"

Well. That was all the confirmation Fabian needed.

"What the hell's going on, Kit?"

He snapped before he could hold it back, fear making his harsher than he'd intended and making himself flinch, but there it was, the words they'd all been meaning to ask for almost a minute now.

But Kit didn't respond. His eyes were fixed on the floor, flitting around so fast they looked like a glitch. On top of his head, his fluffy grey, usually triangular ears were pinned all the way back, very much like a feral cat with its hackles raised. Kit took a stumbling step back, breathing ragged, almost as if this person were standing right in front of him. He didn't seem to register Fabian's words. In fact he didn't seem to see any of their team at all.

Fabian didn't know what to say, or even what to do. This section of the warehouse was unguarded, for now, but that did not mean the rest of this facility wouldn't have security. Patrols were bound to come looking for them, sooner or later. They couldn't stay here like this. But Kit wasn't moving, and making even more of a commotion would make things twice as worse.

Beside him, Fabian saw a familiar head of purple streaked hair pop into his view of vision, hand outstretched tentatively. Juniper, taking a cautious step closer to Kit, looking over her shoulder anxiously as if she too was expecting guards to come bearing down on them at any second now. "Kit, what's going on?! You're being weird. And i-its not exactly reassuring."

As if on cue, Kit's eyes finally snapped up, blinking hard as if he'd been punched back into reality. His gaze flickers from each of them, between Fabian and Juniper, then to Dassian and even Noah, chest still heaving up and down in unspoken, uncontrolable dread. When he spoke at last, his words were a hushed whisper, barely present or audible, even in the silence. "... No. No, no, no, no, no."

His breath quivered, hand shakily pushing back a handful of his silver hair, as if it could ground him. Kit looked around, then his hand hovered over his comm, as if considering throwing it out. He looked at Fabian, and as much as Fabian tried to, he couldn't make much sense of his best friend's pleading words, as Kit gestured frantically at the path they'd taken into this place, "We all...We need to get out of here."

Fabian felt the whole world falter around him, if only for a moment as the words began to sink in like quicksand, "What?!" He shook his head, staring at Kit in disbelief, and then back at the team, "But Arden's still in there, we can't just- "

"Fabian, stop!" Kit's voice rose to a sudden boil, while he leapt forward, grasping Fabian's shoulders with shaky hands, locking them in a stalemate of anxiety. The way finality mixed with panic in the Veltha's words made Fabian's stomach churn, but his friend wouldn't let go of him, "Our cover's blown, it's over. If we stay she'll-.... she'll tear us all to shreds. I've seen it before. Arden's still got a chance to escape. We don't. She's here...fuck, she's here, Fabian!"

Fabian pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to keep his own hand from shaking at the concept of what this might imply. For Kit to be this scared, willing to leave one of their own behind, Fabian's own cousin at that, this was more serious - and worse - than it appeared. He was still trapped in place by Kit's hands, his friend's claws digging slightly through the fabric of his tactical hoodie while Fabian tried to mentally make sense of this mess and failed miserably.

Something had broken here and Fabian wasn't sure if it was his trust on Kit's planning abilities, his hope for a peaceful mission or his friend's sanity. Maybe all of the above.

"Who is 'she', Kit?" Fabian asked, trying to take a step back and eventually having to wrench himself free of his friend's hold, "What are you talking about?!"

Instead of answering, Kit just shook his head, grabbing Fabian by the sleeve of his hoodie and gesturing for the others to follow as he began dragging them towards the exit, trying to run "Doesn't matter - what matters right now is we need to leave. Right now - !"

His words were cut off by that voice. Her voice, apparently. Except this time, it didn't come from only their comms. Oh, no. It echoed through the walls of the warehouse from some sort of hidden speaker system, like a a siren song seeping into every crack of reality.

"Run, run, run, little lynx-y. Always running away from the past, never quite making it out. Shame, really." The voice paused, then there was a strange, sudden click, and it continued, drier and colder than ever - no longer the almost 'baby-talk' tone it had up until that very moment, "I see you're still the same coward I remember, Lovota."

It was only then that Fabian noticed the smoke.

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[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: The hand that feeds: A Yuri story

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“Where is Morg?”

“He apologizes for his absence,” Dintz as diplomatically as he could, “; he is busy and sent me in his place.”

Dintz wasn’t sure why he had been told to be so respectful to this random human, but Morg had made it clear that he was not to be insulted. They didn’t appear imposing or threatening, but the fact that they had casually strode into the heart of their resistance base, surrounded by heavily armed and fanatical loyalists to the former Regime, and demanded an audience with their leader showed they were not to be taken lightly.

“He is busy?” The human repeated with a cold edge in their voice. A frown deepened across the human’s features as they fixed their gaze on Dintz. “I can assure you that he will make time for me, now go and get him.”

“As I have said, he is busy and I can speak on his behalf.” Dintz replied; his own patience growing thinner by the minute.

“Let me put this another way.” The human began as they pulled out a small data pad from their coat and entered several keys. “For every minute Morg wishes to play this game I will withdraw five million credits from your various accounts and send it through so many transfers and rerouting accounts that you will never see it again.”

Dintz eyes went wide at this but rallied quickly with a scoff. “I don’t think such drastic and unreasonable measures are needed-“

“You’ve just lost your first five million.” The human interrupted, “I calculate within the next seven to ten minutes you will be broke and quickly find your freedom fighters aren’t so willing to fight when their payment is an “I.O.U”.”

Dintz had enough of the human posturing and was about to throw him out of their base when he heard someone calling for him from behind.

“Dintz! DINTZ!”

He turned to see Juba, the resistance money handler, sprinting towards the waiting pair. It had been the first time the sub commander had ever seen the pudgy comrade move so quickly and it was almost amusing to watch him gasping and heaving his way over.

“Our accounts have been hacked!” Juba stammered out as he gasped for air through his two mouths. “We just lost five million credits!”

In a flash Dintz spun around and had his hands on the human’s neck; hoisting him in the air so his feet swayed slightly.

“Put the funds back.” Dintz demanded in a low growl which had previously made traitors shrivel in fear and give up all their secrets. The human on the other hand was not as easily scared and chuckled.

“You have twenty seconds before another five million is removed.” They replied even as Dintz’s taloned hand tightened around his throat.

“Contact the banks.” Dintz said to Juba without breaking his glare on the human. “Have them lock down the accounts, freeze them, put them under inquiry; have them do whatever it takes and lock them down!”

Juba pulled out a data pad and began frantically typing, but it was not fast enough.

“That would be another five million.” The human replied as the data pad chimed with a new message. Dintz looked at Juba for confirmation, and the expression of dread was all he needed to know it was true. In frustration he tightened his hand around the human’s throat, but the human headed him off as the potential solution to the problem crossed Dintz’s mind.

“Killing me won’t stop the transfer.” They gasped through his grip. “Get. Morg. Out. Here.”

Dintz let out another snarl before letting go of the human. They landed on their feet and gasped as air returned to their lungs while Dintz tapped the communicator in his ear.

“Morg, we need you at the front entrance now.” He spoke calmly into the transmitter. “We have-“

“I’m well aware.”

Dintz spun around to see Morg approaching the group. He was flanked by two of his bodyguards who appeared tiny in comparison to their leader’s presence.

“Mr. Yuri, to what do we owe this unannounced disruption?” Morg asked casually as he came before the human

Yuri swiped the grim from his coat and looked up at the towering warlord. “Morg, how kind of you to finally join us; I would hate to think you were showing your financial backer disrespect by sending your underling.”

Morg gestured to Dintz. “I would hardly call my second in command an underling.” He remarked, but Yuri was not impressed.

“I asked for you.” He replied, emphasizing it by pointing at Morg. “I wanted answer from YOU; and by sending anyone else you insult me.”

If Morg was insulted by such brazenness he made no show of it. He crossed his arms and looked like he was a parent ready to hear the complaints of a child.

“I am here now, what questions do you have?”

“What do you think?!”

Those gathered around the pair were startled by Yuri’s sudden outburst.

“I told you to kill senator Kun and you blew up an entire goddamn building!”

Morg nodded. “And the explosion killed the senator just like you asked.”

Yuri’s eye twitched as if his mind could not handle Morg’s answer. “I told you to only kill Kun; ONLY him! I expected a professional hit with precision accuracy and you give me a clumsy dumpster fire of a bomb that killed three hundred people!”

“I fail to see how this is my problem.” Morg answered. “All those who died were loyal to the false regime and were our enemies.”

“That was never the point.” Yuri strained. “I wanted Kun to die as he was the deciding vote on the council. His death would have triggered a new election where my operative would have assumed the now vacant seat.”

Yuri’s eyes turned dark and Dintz could almost see the fires of rage behind those tiny eyes. “Because of the bombing, the election for the seat has been put on hold and a national sense of unity has fallen over the council; completely erasing the factionalism I was to play on to complete my own task.”

“Why is this my problem?” Morg asked with a smug smile.

“BECAUSE I FRAKING PAY YOU TO MAKE IT YOUR PROBLEM!” Yuri shouted.

Several guards drew their weapons and trained them on Yuri. Dintz drew his own pistol and had it trained on Yuri’s head. A twitch of his finger would turn the rude little meat sack into a fine mist; yet Yuri seemed to only get angrier.

“Who do you think pays for your weapons?!” he shouted as he cast his gaze around the gathered soldiers. “Who pays for your explosives, your armor, your intelligence, and your fraking wages!?”

“I do!” he announced as he beat his chest. “Without me you would all be nothing more than a bunch of cave dwelling radicals throwing rocks at the regime’s forces or dead in some fraking gutter; and all I asked for was the occasional job in return.”

He turned back to look at Morg. “And you can’t even do that one, very simple, task.”

The amusement on Morg’s face was gone now, replaced with a cold and calculated visage.

“We appreciate all that you have done for our cause.” Morg began. “I can assure you that next time we will be more careful with your request.”

To everyone’s surprise Yuri shook his head. “No, no, no; you are not understanding me.” Yuri said as an evil grin crept upon his face. “There won’t be another chance for you, this was it and you failed.”

“So you will cease supplying us?” Morg asked as he uncrossed his arms, “Because if so you remove any reason for me to keep you alive.”

“I will continue to fund this motley group of renegades,” Yuri surprisingly said, “but only after they kill you.”

Morg laughed loudly and deeply at this. “You think any of my men, who I have fought alongside for years, would so easily turn on me?”

Yuri cocked his head and joined Morg’s laughter. “I know Freng over there might,” he said between laughter, “if he wants his little one to continue getting treated for Jungle Lung.”

Morg stopped laughing and turned to see the soldier Yuri had pointed to. Freng’s face was awash with surprise, eyes wide in horror at Yuri’s declaration.

“And then there’s Iligui over here,” Yuri continued pointing a thumb over his shoulder to a soldier behind him, “who has been trying to save up enough to smuggle his family offworld for years now.”

Yuri turned his head slightly to look at Iligui, whose weapon had lowered a fraction, and continued “It would be a shame for them to find a police force knocking on their door with orders to arrest them for being related to a traitor.”

“Don’t you dare-“ Iligui began but Yuri cut him off.

“Drenar here has a spawn brother who was captured in the last raid, alongside the kin of Gent and Wilk here.” Yuri casually pointed out another three random soldiers who all looked at each other uneasily. “I am told the prisons here are quite volatile and inmate slayings are dangerously common.”

Yuri folded his fingers of his right hand into a pretend gun and ran them along everyone gathered slowly. “I have funded you for the last ten years. I know who you all are, where you were born, who you love, who loves you, where you sleep at night, what secrets you have buried six feet under.”

He finally stopped and pointed at Morg and pretended to fire his finger gun. “I am the man who can rain hellfire down on every single one of you and you think you can double cross me-“

A lone gunshot went off and the front of Morg’s head blew outwards in a violent gory explosion. Everyone gathered, including Yuri, watched in stupefaction as the body stood momentarily upright as if still trying to reconcile with its demise before toppling loudly to the ground.

Dintz spun around and pointed his gun at Freng. Freng’s weapon was smoking and he let the gun fall from his hands with a loud thud before raising his hands up in the air.

“WHY!?” Dintz demanded; unable to comprehend this sudden betrayal. Freng’s mouth open and closed as if to answer but words failed him, so Yuri answered instead.

“Because Freng here realizes that fighting for ideals is meaningless if there is no one left to believe in them.”

Dintz’s eyes ran across the other gathered soldiers as they lowered their weapons as well. In a blinding anger Dintz turned back to Yuri intent to avenge his fallen commander but never made it.

Yuri’s pistol fired twice taking out both of Dintz’s knees causing him to drop to the ground followed by a third and final shot that tore half his head off. He toppled to the ground and Yuri watched the pools of blood between the two bodies mix before holstering his sidearm.

He motioned Freng to step forward and the nervous alien did so.

“You did well here today,” Yuri said as he looked up from the bodies, “and I must congratulate you on your recent promotion to commander.”

“Commander?” Freng repeated, as if the notion had never crossed his mind.

Yuri nodded and patted the alien on the shoulder. “But of course! Someone with such initiative who saved the loved ones of every soldier here without a moment’s hesitation is worthy of leading them into battle.”

Yuri’s voice was loud enough for the rest of the soldiers to hear and one by one their looks of disdain and disgust at Freng’s actions began to warm to understanding if not admiration. Through Yuri’s clever word choice they would see Freng’s actions less as self-serving and become easier at accepting his new position.

“You may pick whoever you wish to be your second in command and I will continue to supply you with whatever you need to continue your righteous war.” Yuri finished as he grasped Freng’s arm and hoisted it into the air.

“To Commander Freng, and the death of the false REGIME!” Yuri shouted.

“DEATH TO THE FALSE REGIME!” the gathered soldiers began shouting and pounding their chests in jubilation. The whole camp began chanting and Yuri imagined there would be some sort of celebration for Freng’s new position.

“Remember what happened here.” Yuri whispered into the new commander’s ear.

Freng nodded a bit too hastily and Yuri smiled as he let go of Freng’s arm. He nodded to the two bodies on the ground.

“Dump these two in the front of a local police garrison then make a public announcement that they acted without the consent of your group and attacked the senator by themselves.”

“What will that do?” Freng asked sheepishly.

“It will do some good trying to win back public opinion by showing that you are not savage terrorists lashing out at innocent civilians and those that do will not be spared your justice, even if they are from your own ranks.”

“It will be done;” Freng replied, “then what?”

“Then you can do as you wish.” Yuri answered much to Freng’s surprise. “My arrangement with your former commander was I supply him with what he needs and he does the occasional favor for me. I have no interest in micromanaging a revolution.”

Yuri pulled out the same data pad as before and entered a few keystrokes before turning back to Juba.

“You will find that I have returned half of your funds that I took; the half I keep a reimbursement for the frustration this incident has caused me.”

He waited for juba to confirm the transaction before continuing. “Once you have done as I have asked the next scheduled payment will be deposited.”

Freng and Juba nodded in almost perfect unison and Yuri smiled. “With that I will take my leave them. If I have to come here again, I will burn this entire camp to the ground and flay everyone within for my displeasure.”

With that final threat Yuri turned and left the camp without another word, leaving the newly appointed commander with no illusions to what a second failure would entail.

[password-door-lock]

Unknown is full of rage. Of course, that isn’t anything out of the ordinary. Most of the time, anger is the only concrete emotion that he can name and separate from the constant pressure in his chest, the blend of feelings which converge inside his rib cage whether he wants them there or not. Rage, however, he is perfectly content with feeling. Rage, however, he will cling to, ride as far as it will take him as he chases down revenge. Rage, however, bleeds at the edges, frays like old fabric, the ends of the jeans he wore as a teenager. Rage, however, covers all of his bases in every situation but this one. Until now, it’s been good enough. 

He refuses to register the something else that makes his heartbeat speed up as he watches you through the webcam. This is Unknown’s favorite sight, a close second in his fantasies to the mental image he has conjured up of the moment when he finally gets his revenge. Your hair is wet, messy, uncombed; you’re wearing a baggy old T-shirt, something from some event you went to years ago, in a color that does not flatter you, along with loose athletic shorts that leave absolutely everything to the imagination. Your posture is bad and your face is blotchy, scrubbed raw with one of the many products you use on your skin but not cared for in the slightest after that. He watches your reactions to the seemingly meaningless images on your screen, snippets of short videos or memes which require social context that he does not possess.

Unknown is the only one who gets to see you like this, the only person in the world who is party to such intimate and private moments. Sure, the RFA members get to see your selfies, highly choreographed, and in some cases even edited to make them more artful, more appealing. Your coworkers and classmates, from whom you have been absent for several days now, see you in uniform or in your best outfits, carefully curated to fit whatever image you need to portray. Unknown, however, is entitled to look at you when you think that no one’s watching, the only time that you are truly, openly yourself. He enjoys the rawness of it, the roughness, the glimpse into your innocent little heart as you giggle about inane nonsense alone in a stranger’s bedroom. 

Most of all, however, he enjoys the power. The control, the fact that he can see you whenever he wants, that he’s the only one who can watch you this way. That redhead monitors the living room camera, probably thinking about how badly he wants to use and manipulate you as he watches you go about your day. And you’re well aware of that, of course; Unknown has seen you fixing your hair in the bedroom mirror, laboring for minutes on end choosing your daily outfits, presumably to ensure that they are to Luciel’s liking. You poor, stupid thing— can’t you see that you’re being taken advantage of? Can’t you see that you’re going to get in trouble, going to get hurt, going to get strung along and toyed with until that liar inevitably tires of you? But maybe you’re scared of that already. Maybe you have the wherewithal to sense that you are in danger all the time here, that Luciel is not to be trusted, that he could get rid of you with a few keystrokes, if that were really what he wanted. Either way, even Luciel has no way of looking into your bedroom, no way of seeing you in this vulnerable state. Unknown made sure when he hacked your webcam that it would be off-limits to anybody else. That’s something reserved for him, as proof that he is the only person who will ever truly possess such a useful tool.

That’s what you are to Unknown, among other things, of course: a tool, primarily. Your job is to be obedient, to follow the instructions that you’re given and see to it that the RFA hosts another party. You’re a pawn, a set of eyes that Unknown can use to gain access to the inner workings of the RFA. In how they talk to you, he learns even more about their thoughts and motivations, how best to lure them to Magenta and welcome them to the paradise. Of course, they’re all horrible people, and they’re all too willing to take advantage of your sudden arrival and your giving nature. Things might not end very well for you if you’re foolish enough to pursue a romantic relationship with any of them. 

At least Unknown wants to offer you some compensation, to bring you to paradise as a reward for doing your work. Granted, your job is easy enough that a computer could complete it, but, then again, computers are neither cute nor entertaining. Unknown chose you for a reason, after all: just as he predicted, you caught the RFA members off guard. All of them were too busy drooling over you to think very hard about the implications of having their app hacked by a malicious outsider. But Unknown would be lying if he said that your looks weren’t his type, too. Well, he reminds himself as he watches you, the world has no shortage of idiots, no shortage of people who take direction well and lack the instincts for basic self preservation, but ultimately, when he picked you, Unknown was choosing somebody he’d want by his side following the completion of his task. 

He likes to look at you, for what it’s worth— and he finds himself chuckling under his breath at the messages you send to those liars in the chat. You’re a fool, of course, and it’s hard to feel bad about luring you into that apartment when you crossed a city to get there and typed the code in almost entirely of your own volition. It goes without saying that Unknown has no intention of changing any of his plans on your account— no, you’re going to do your job, and then he’s going to save you, and then you’re going to thank him for delivering you from that hellhole of an on organization, and then, finally, finally, he’s going to get his revenge. His rage still guides him, still drags him around on a leash much tighter than the one that his Savior holds, still pushes his fingers to pound against the keys even when his body is screaming at him to throw in the towel and eat something or sleep— that much is never going to change. But these days, as he studies you, Unknown also feels… something else, a sentiment with no name, one that floats inside his stomach and flutters in his chest, one that makes him seriously consider abandoning his work for an hour or so to liberate you from that place prematurely.

Well, whatever, he thinks, minimizing the window that’s been showing him the CCTV feed from the Savior’s old apartment. After he brings you to Magenta, he’ll be able to watch you all he wants— for now, however, Unknown has a job to do, and he can’t put his plans on hold for anything or anyone.

[mothermara]

The Tale of a Thief from Kragenmoor

Gorvas Verethi was the most talentless thief in Kragenmoor. So talentless, in fact, that the guards could not find reason to lock him away; every crime he tried to commit had failed so incredibly that he'd never managed to do anything illegal in the first place, save for wasting the time of the watch.

"Gorvas," a fellow thief said one afternoon, "I've got a job for you, so simple a guar couldn't muck it up."

"What's in it for me?" Gorvas postured, as though he had many other lucrative means of paying his tab at the cornerclub.

"Ten drakes."

"Netch-shit. Fifteen or I'm not lifting a finger on your behalf, you big fat grub."

"Five."

Gorvas glowered for a moment, then settled for ten. The job seemed easy enough, he thought, as the cutpurse explained the plan. He was to cause a diversion in the temple by picking the lock to the priestesses quarters in the far corner while his companion procured a certain urn for a client in Blacklight.

"What's special about the urn?"

The other thief shrugged, "Not my business. It's not enchanted, nor a relic of value as far as I know. My client said she'd pay good for it, nonetheless. And if all goes well, maybe I'll pay you good, too. Alright?"

Gorvas agreed, eagerly thinking of all the drinks, jewels and wenches he could buy with such hypothetical wealth.

The next day, he went to the temple and crept to the locked door to the living quarters. He kneeled by the lock, and began to probe around with his pick, which snapped no sooner than he put it in. No matter, Gorvas thought, for he'd brought all five of his picks for the job. He inserted another into the lock.

The door suddenly wrenched open, revealing a beautiful young priestess. She demanded he explain himself, to which he simply smiled and got to his feet.

"I was merely taking a look inside, sweet nightingale. Ah, what treasure you are, indeed! Now-"

Her hands seized his throat, and one poisoned nail sank into his skin.

"Don't speak." The priestess cooed, "A maggot like you would do well to listen when addressed by your Lady."

Gorvas felt paralysis grip his body as she guided him to the ground.

"Now open your throat." The priestess said.

Several days had passed before Gorvas fully came to his senses. The air was cold. He found himself in a wagon clutching a large, ornately painted clay urn. A terrible cough rattled through his body each time he drew breath.

"You're not making it to Blacklight sick as you are, sera. Tell you what, I'll take you through the pass to the Rift and you can get fixed up by an alchemist, eh? I oughta stop for supplies, anyway." The wagon driver called back.

Gorvas took a wheezing breath and didn't argue. Another bout of coughing shook through him. It felt as though there were cobwebs in his lungs.

He wondered, briefly, what had happened to his fellow thief and the temple priestess. It mattered not, for now he had the urn and could claim the full cut for himself. Still, the girl's dark eyes swam in his mind, watching him from within as he succumbed to feverish sleep.

Gorvas Verethi wondered if the urn had grown heavier, somehow, as he carried it towards the city of Riften. At first, he thought it was merely an illusion caused by his weariness. He set down the urn and hacked pale, blood-streaked strings of sputum into his hankerchief. He was worse for wear now that he was travelling on foot.

A small dark spot on the cloth seemed to twitch, slightly. It unfolded its legs from the clotted blood and scuttled into his sleeve.

Get up, a whispered voice urged, you must bring her to the city.

The thief wheezed and panted, trying to catch his breath as he got to his feet and hoisted the urn into his arms.

"Bring who..." He could scarcely rasp.

Your daughter, the Whispering Lady replied. The urn's weight shifted from within. Gorvas trudged on.

"... Ransacked wagon over at Dayspring Pass, word is. Must've been a troll, for both horse and rider had been torn asunder. Poor courier said she hadn't seen anything like it before." The gate guards were chattering amongst themselves when the thief had arrived.

"Hail, Serjo!" Verethi greeted, voice rough and breathy from disease. He looked at his arms, which cradled his newborn daughter. His veins branched darkly across his bony hands. He staggered to the city gate, every fiber of his being burning with exhaustion. It would feel very nice to sleep, he mused to himself.

The guards looked startled as he approached, almost afraid. Gorvas extended the child before him as though he was bestowing them a precious relic. One guard drew closer and let his hand fall from the hilt of his sword. He caught her as Gorvas fell to his knees.

"Her name is Vaynith, serjo... I pray you see to her needs at once."

Sleep, now. You've done well, my dear.

Gorvas Verethi agreed and let his eyes fall shut for the last time.

[elfhunk]

Saw your newest vid and shaking your hand about meleeframe. Most people believe warframe is a third person shoot however in my eyes, this is wrong it's a hack and slash.

Anyway!!! I've only got like 200hours, started in like 2016 but my computer couldn't run it well so I had to give up until more recently when I got a new one, so my ability to KNOW thing in game is rather limited. Regardless I'm slowly trying to figure out how to turn khora into a blender.

Lovingly calling it my feral berserker build. Baseline I'm getting using hunter mod set and pack leader mod (<- that's already made it so venny is undying), the hope is i can build into something where i can chargein and beat things with a stick till it stops moving without getting myself turned into strawberry jam. Haven't settled on what weapons I'm doing yet, but I'm more the type that prefers meandering through the game anyway.

Will this build be good? Probably not. Will I find it entertaining for dicking around? Oh yes definitely. And that all you can really ask for.

if you're interested in making venari go apeshit, might i recommend... a silly little kitgun arcane?

it gets a little dumb. unfortunately it seems best with temporary summons like caliban's squad which snapshot the buff on entry.

that said, khora also gets to enjoy the helminth with impunity because subsuming over venari just locks her into attack posture.

abilities that let you imbue you or your allies with elemental damage are particularly funny on venari & whatever other companions you're bringing to the fight.

for maximum flavor i have been using my khora with verdilac & the full nira mod load out to make her slam attacks horrifying, also.

they fixed the damage formula on slam attacks a few months ago and, oh! it's a treat with tennokai heavy attacks!

[toaster-chan]

Woah, a fic? From me? Crazy. Anyways, basically my first snzfic in the history of ever. 2 parts since I’m writing this while it’s a whole 2°F outside and I’m freezing. Not proofreading and you can’t make me.

Sniffly Snowstorm (Part 1)

CW: Sneeze

TW: Mentions of blood

Sickies: Shiro n’ Kip

Caretaker: Lady Holly

Of course, the one time Kip goes on a mission on a frost planet there’s a blizzard. Why wouldn’t there be? Holly stopped for a moment.

“Kip, are you alright sweetie? We’ve been at this for a while, you can’t be feeling well without your regular naps. Want me to carry you?”

They wouldn’t take that offer, as much as their head hurt, as much as they had to keep stifling sneezes into their handkerchief, why? Holly was already carrying the newbie, they couldn’t bother her anymore than that. The safe house was only up this last hill. Wait…

They were falling.

A crevice in the ice.

A scream.

Holly stared down the hole, she wanted to jump down there but Shiro needed to get inside. She would come back later, Kip was strong and there weren’t any monsters in the area stronger than S-they…they could handle it. She practically sprinted up the hill. She slammed through the wooden door, not bothering with fumbling for a key with her cold hands. She had used a lot of her mana to get past those adventurers unseen and now she was paying the price. Her magic flickered a few times before finally summoning a collection of vines and leaf litter. She tossed it into the fireplace and lit it up a small fireball. She coughed up smoke as her body reacted to using an incompatible magic. She got up, wiping the blood that started to leak from her nose and ran back out of the cabin.

200ft below the surface:

Thud!

Kip landed face first into the cold floor. They stumbled to their feet, shivering as they looked around. Icy stalactites hung above them, dripping crystal clear water into small puddles. Kip could see the hole they fell through, no way they could warp up there with their head so fuzzy. Their breath hitched.

“Fu..Aaa..ahh….oh, I lost it.”

Great, their nose wouldn’t even cooperate with the-

“HTZCHEW!”

Nope, it was just trolling. Amazing, fantastic even. They wished they listened to Zayo, they should have brought that extra layer. Kip sniffled and started looking for a way out. Their hair stood on end and they leaped back as a lightning bolt was thrown at them. Great…this was a monster den. Two feral electricity elementals leaped at Kip. They ducked under a claw swipe before slamming a fist into its abdomen. Kip hacked into their arm as tears beaded in their eyes. That small movement made their entire body ache. Their muscles felt like jelly but she had to keep fighting. They breathed out slowly, emitting a purpleish smoke. The elemental rushed forward and when it came in contact with the gas it fell forward, unconscious. Their own smoke irritated their nose.

“Why me…” they muttered as they felt the faint beginnings of a sneeze. “HYTZCHEW…H..Haa…K’STZCHEW.”

It hurt, everything hurt. It was cold, they were in combat, they were alone. Suddenly, a large vine wrapped around the elementals and drained their life force. While the elementals dissipated, and before their vision faded to black, they saw a figure rushing towards them.

Holly picked up Kip and sighed, Kip unconsciously pressed into her eliciting a small smile from Holly. She rode a beanstalk out of the crevice and back into the biting winds. The storm had worsened and the chill bit down to her chloroplasts. The plant lady huffed as she almost slipped back into the crevice. Kip stirred in her arms.

“Holly, I don’t feel too good.” Kip whined and pawed at her chilled, runny nose.

“I know Kip, I know. Just rest ok?” Holly shifted her posture so that Kip was better sheltered from frosty winds.

Holly would have loved to help Kip fix the itch in their poor red nose but she unfortunately has to deal with the growing blizzard. She could almost feel the water in her veins freezing, though that wouldn’t stay just a feeling for long. She heard the sound of shuffling behind her. She would normally be up to a fight but she was entirely on the back foot here. She did her best to erupt a wall of thorny vines as she ran. She pushed open the door to the safe house and placed Kip on the bed next to Shiro. She was exhausted and two of her friends were sick. How awful.

“L…Lady Holly?” Shiro had woken up. She’d go and check his eyes to see if he was actually focused but getting hypnotized was not in the plans.

“Just Holly dear. How are you feeling? Where do you hurt?” She was suffering from mana exhaustion but she hoped Shiro’s fever would stop him from noticing. “I’m sorry that I had to leave you alone here. Did the fire go out while I was gone?”

Shiro weakly shook his head, “No. By the way, do you have any tissues?” He rubbed his nose, sniffling.

She handed him a box of tissues and pat his head, ‘accidentally’ brushing his nose with a vine.

“Hk…H’TSCHEIW!”

She tried to hide the deeper shade of green her cheeks turned. Gosh, she was freak of an alrune huh? She was tempted to tickle that cute button nose again but he needed rest. Kip wrapped an arm around the neko’s stomach eliciting a small squeak from him. They mumbled into him, scratching their nose on his hoodie.

Holly stepped back and went to the bed, she didn’t want to leave them but her veins were threatening to freeze over and her mana was almost in the negatives. Ignoring the pounding ache in her head and the feeling of sap starting to clog her nose.

“Gods, I feel horrendous.”

[fire-branded]

"To hell with this, there must be another way!"

The shouting paused just briefly. Then the sound of a slap, its force fueled by unrestrained fury, seemed to echo within the gallery. Some of the servants passing below hurried away from the area, while others stopped to listen, and in both cases they were deathly silent, as though so much as breathing would draw the attention away from the unfolding scene and turn it upon themselves.

The strike was strong enough to leave Elwin stunned for a moment, but the surprise quickly subsided into naught more than a dull sting across the side of his face. His head snapped forward again, that darkened gaze fixing upon his father's dark blue glare. Everything in him was tense, from his posture to his countenance; he was ready to lunge, and perhaps might have made the mistake of doing so if he didn't know the Archduke so well. His father could dispatch him in one solid blow if he wanted to -- and would not hesitate in flattening him if provoked.

Still, the crown prince's jaw clenched, and so did his fists. The latter tightened until his palms hurt from the dig of his nails. But no matter how much he trembled with anger, he would not move, could not move. Not to trade blows, nor to back down.

"You forget yourself, boy," the Archduke roared. The tirade he had been preparing to launch into was interrupted by yet another violent cough, which was hastily stifled behind his handkerchief. The pause and furrow of his father's brow gave the prince a glimmer of hope, and he seized the opportunity to press the matter further, to try and speak reason into him.

"As your Shield, it is my duty to protect you --"

"Enough." This time, the snap -- although no less angry -- lacked the same ferocity as the previous one had. The other's voice was somewhat strained, in fact, with a distinct hint of weariness; it was as if the Dominant was struggling within his own body to stave off another wave of coughs and hacks. Even his gaze averted for but an instant, and his son could swear that there was concern laced around the very edges of his irises. "By our very blood, we are inextricably bound to Rosaria. We are the shield of our people, and it is my duty to give myself to them. You damn well know this."

"But father --"

Or perhaps Elwin had been seeing things, influenced by his yearning to find any crack or foothold in his father's resolve.

"Remember your oath, Elwin. Let it burn within your heart like the flames of the Phoenix burn through your veins." In his free hand, the older man withdrew his sword from its sheath, then pointed the tip of its blade towards his older son. No, the son realized in that moment, there was no waver in the Archduke's devotion to his duty. Just like his blade itself, his expression was forged of steel and tempered in the fires of Mt. Drustanis. "Or if you will not, you will be dismissed from your position as First Shield. Do you understand?"

The young man flinched. Now it was his turn to avert his gaze, for a myriad of reasons -- not least of all being shame. "... Yes, Your Grace."

The Archduke sheathed his sword again and turned to leave. But even as he disappeared through the doorway at the far end of the corridor, leaving Elwin standing there in silence, the mental image of the blood splattered upon that handkerchief remained vivid in his son's mind.

[annbourbon]

The Useful Post (Part Two)

Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six

>-< Because apparently only 100 links are allowed per post.

I'm gonna finish the other one and edit both to make it look a bit more... clean.

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[fic-heaven]

Fruta del pecado

Bear territory (nsfw)

[Gus x fem! Reader]

Masterlist

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Call of duty modern warfare 2

Chickie 🐥: Reyes is an ass lmao i crave to write more about this man, specially on the next chapter. I also gotta see how the flip do i introduce Roze properly smskksksk

Characters: Soap/Gaz/Price/Ghost/Nova/Reyes/Gus

Tags: soap misbehaving/ghost being ghost/nasty flashback of Hassan's death/ angry Price/military paperwork nonsense/ Gus having the worst timing/ happy-oregano mention/ cooking.

Nsfw tags: mommy kink/slight teasing/riding / Gus is a switch/ oral/ thigh kink/ quickie(?/ Office sex/ unprotected sex/ slight breeding kink at the end idk.

It would be a shame to miss today's morning weather, but it would be a greater shame to miss the opportunity of spending some alone time with Rodriguez.

So, you made sure to see through Soap's favor. Still, you'll have to figure out how to approach Rodriguez... You work better under pressure, so you decided to wait until you arrived to the office to figure something out.

It's been a while since you felt this light and giddy, before Hassan's whole ordeal two months ago specifically... But was it that obvious though? It must be if Soap could tell so quickly, you two may know each other for long but he wasn't that much of a close observer when it came to you, was he? Was that ONE time with Rodriguez really turning you back to your old self? Just how desperate for intimacy were you? Was a quickie really the cure for the heaviness you felt cloud your mind everyday? No matter... It still didn't ease the hatred you sometimes felt towards yourself... -

Bump!

Just when you were about to make a beeline to the stairs an arm harshly pressed you against the wall. With a huff and a murderous stare you looked up to your mysterious attacker, but it melted when you registered his voice speaking in an annoyed tone.

"First rule. Never get too comfortable in your surroundings, always sharpen your senses."

"It's good to see you again too, lieutenant!" You sarcastically bit back moving his arm away and fixing your hair. Ghost looked at you unimpressed, a small expectant glint in his eyes made the sudden silence awkward until you sighed at the realization of what exactly had him coming to you like this.

"I missed training-"

"Y'knew I was coming back from the mission today morn. Where the bloody hell were you if not at the gym were you were supposed to be waiting an hour ago, Hound?" He grunts. Was really Mr. Grumpy pants cock blocking you right now over a missed gym session?

"I forgot, i'm sorry... Tonight, though?"

Ghost eyes squinted displeased. It wasn't your intention to keep the man waiting, honestly? You really did forget about training, in your defense there was an insanely amount of paperwork to drop off to Price's office, to later inform him and be surprised by the "hacked" alarms you were totally going to have checked right now. Obviously. Your destination clearly was NOT Price's office at all.

"Today at five." Ghost growled.

"Come on, i have stuff to finish and-"

"At five. Don't make me repeat myself, Hound."

You shifted your posture with an exasperated sigh now turning to your left to face the stairs but not leaving Ghost's hulking form.

"You really must have missed me tons to come here begging me to train with you, lieutenant." You replied with a cheeky smile.

"I'm not begging. It's an order." He breathed out.

"Throwing orders now, are we? Y'know... I was JUST told to get some rest."

Ghost pushed you back against the wall with little resistance from you. This man could be so predictable at times...

His right hand gripped your shoulder and the other hit the wall in a threatening manner, you didn't even blink unimpressed when your eyes met through his mask's holes. His gaze was stern and... Worried. You have known Ghost for years now, and you were confident to say you could read him almost as well as he could read you.

He didn't need to speak a word for you to know what he wanted to say right now. It's been months, you needed to get back to the field.

"Alright..." You whispered, but he didn't move.

You looked to your sides to make sure no one was around and see the compromising position you two were in, your lieutenant seemed to get the hint and straightened his back mirroring your action. He sighed and muttered "Laswell brought a package for you, i made sure to inform her before to have it dropped to my office s' soon as possible." Oh...

"Did i ruin the surprise not arriving sooner to the gym? I'm sure you had it prepared for me in pink flowery wrapping paper too." You chuckled, and he was simply done with your clownery. "S'not a surprise when you know exactly what it is."

Of course you know what it is... And it angered him to the core to have the package delivered in the first place, even so, he made the effort to check it out first not letting anyone see it before you could. It was you who requested to use a mask like the others did, yet this one was different, so it took a while to make. Different in looks with a hidden purpose Ghost had figured the moment he heard you explain the design to Laswell. It wasn't a skull mask like the others, this one covered your lower face and it resembled a dog's snout, it's teeth showing out in a threatening growl, a proper design for your codename. Sargeant (Y/n) Hound (L/n). Captain Price's loyal war dog.

But that wasn't what bothered him. You didn't JUST wear it for the fashions, the bloody thing's purpose was to act as a muzzle.

He clenched his fists knowing that the moment you get your pretty hands on that fucking mask you won't stop wearing it, so he, (as he's been doing lately) will have to use his authority to snap you out of your trauma.

"You are NOT to use your mask out of missions."

Your eyes shot to his at lightning speed, but just when you were about to complain a couple of rookies walked by, their muffled conversations carried through the hall, so you two stood there in silence until they left.

Ghost continued the moment they were out of earshot. "Your head is still stuck in that building." The damned building Hassan was hiding in.

"And that is WHY i must wear the mask." All humour from before dissipated instantly from your voice.

"There's no place to discuss. You acted on impulse and did what had to be done, that's it." You parted your lips but he cut you again harshly. "It's done." Ghost lowered his voice a little "We all become monsters under our very own eyes the moment we make our first kill. You are no different, and this was not your first-"

That had you instantly replying "it was my first time murdering someone in such way-" He quickly topped your voice again with a snarl "You did what you had to do to save Jhonny, the blood on your mouth had to be spilled one way or another."

That was a harsh way to word it... Yet... It's true. But that doesn't mean it had to be spilled in such gruesome way.

Hassan's body looked unrecognizable after your brutal display of violence. A primitive rage possessed your body clouding your senses completely, and the bastard that had been pinching your asses for weeks played the role of recipient for your accumulated rage. The moment he didn't pay attention to your lurking form from behind, you caught him red-handed when he was about to throw Soap out the bloody window, you pounced, your gun be damned when you tossed it aside attacking the bastard with your bare fists ripping whatever was covering his ridiculously delicate skin from your nails and teeth. You remember biting his throat so hard you swore to feel the bone. Like a starving predator feasting on it's pathetic prey.

The breakfast from this morning almost made an exit through your mouth while remembering the whole thing.

You lowered your face, but Simon was quick to lift it by your chin. His chocolate eyes inspected your blank expression closely, as if waiting for any sign you were about to break... How pathetic.

You two seemed to be at a loss of words until he once again stepped back and you muttered "Today at five...". He seemed content with your reply and walked away in silence.

Well, now you really need that stress reliever.

As if on cue, Price walked downstairs in a rush. When he spotted you he sighed in relief. "There you are, was just 'bout to ask you a favor... You wouldn't mind watching the kids upstairs, would you?"

The plan worked. "Did they make a fuss when you caught them, sir?" You bit back a snicker at the mental imagine of Price scolding them like a principal would to two naughty students skipping class and messing around.

"Two others scaped before I could do anything." He shook his head "Whoever they were won't face consequences today, but Mactavish and Rodriguez were dumb enough to get caught so now I have them ordering the whole ocean of old paperwork from my office."

Juuuust as planned. Wait- Shit, his office? The two of them together?

"I see. Do you need a babysitter by any chance?" You pouted and Price smirked "if you're free, sure! Heard Simon was looking for you." Seriously...? "Already dealt with that. So, what will I get in return for my babysitting shift?" Maybe you sounded flirtier than you intended, because when Price was taking his hat off to brush his growing hair back, his eyes widened, a shadow of a smirk played on the corner of his mouth and a slight blush grazed his pale cheeks.

"A please and thank you from your favorite captain. Now go make your old man the favor, yeah? Forgot i got a meeting with Laswell, can't keep my eyes on the brats upstairs. Thanks, sweetheart." He finally purred dismissing you.

Before he left, John threw you a wide smile when you walked upstairs so you didn't catch the look of satisfaction from your captain because thanks to your little banter. Price noticed the change in your demeanor. You weren't distant or quiet, you actually played and teased back just like you used to.

"What a forgetful morning for all of us..." You chuckled to yourself walking to steps at a time.

Well, now you ALSO had to figure out a way to get Rodriguez alone, hopefully in your old office. And that's if he even wanted to continue where you left off.

A knock on the door announced your arrival, then you opened the door and slid in. You bit down your excitement with an amused smile at the scene before you. Mactavish rised his head from the bundle of papers he was previously scanning from his lap at Price's chair.

"Hound! What a surprise!" Yeah, very convincing.

You shot him a nasty look and he quickly shrugged with a nervous smile "Wouldn't be here if Gus never mentioned me on the microphone!" You turned your gaze to where Soap was pointing. And there he was.

Rodriguez was looking directly at you , his mouth hanged open and his dark-honey eyes went wide as plates while he was carrying a big chunk of folders in both arms.

He genuinely looked surprised to see you again, this soon at least. A dust of pink kissed his cheeks at the memory of your last interaction. His tan skin and the few locks of dark hair that peeked under his beret glowed with the sun light from the nearby window. Rodriguez looked so soft and otherworldly you felt your own cheeks return the flush.

You rised a brow and he snapped from his trance coughing nervously and finally wetting his lower plump lip. "Sargeant Hound! I-it's a pleasure, a-an honour! We uh... Never got introduced before, properly at least-...?"

You smiled teasingly, he seemed mesmerized by the gesture biting back a wide embarrassed smile of his own. "My name is Gustavo Rodríguez, but everyone calls me Gus, if you please...'' he stuttered, his accent thick and rich just like his-

"Come on guys, i can't concentrate! Can you both take introductions to the other office or something? I'm busy here..." Soap's voice interrupted your short interaction.

Gus looked back at the other man, gave a curt nod, smiled at you appologetically and finally resumed ordering his tile of papers. You felt a tingle of disappointment when the Puerto Rican didn't catch the hint. Was he that oblivious? Or was it his way of hinting he didn't seek to spend some alone time with you?

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Gus." You said in a singsong voice, and sat on the couch at his side after he replied with a rushed "likewise, ma'am."

Silence invaded the office, the only sounds breaking it were from random pages being flipped and moved around. Sometimes Rodriguez would ask something to Soap in a hushed way like breaking the silence would earn him another punishment, Soap would respond in a normal tone and help him patiently with whatever he needed.

Some time later, you crossed paths with Soap when you stood up to pick a paper he accidentally dropped and he gave you this tight-lipped smile like he couldn't handle the awkwardness of the whole situation and was apologizing silently for getting caught and being in the middle of you two.

What you didn't ponder of this plan was that if it actually worked, Soap being there or not, the amount of paperwork would keep Gus busy easily for a few hours.

So you decided to join them quietly picking a random stash of papers and begun looking through the dates and numbers from the bottom corners, you were already familiar with their ordering dynamic after spending twenty minutes looking at their every move from the other side of the room. As expected, three people worked faster than two. And you were already used to ordering Price's mess of useless scattered old reports back in the day, so you were a grace of fresh air for the already exhausted men in the room.

After some time, the mountain of old reports and unimportant papers was low. You were finishing up dropping a bunch of plastic folders unceremoniously inside one drawer, a low sigh scaped your lips while making sure everything was in order inside it when suddenly, the warmth of a hand on your lower back startled you, but when you caught a whiff of Gus' cologne your shoulders slumped in relaxation.

"Sargeant? Muchas gracias... You have been helping us tiredesly, " He whispered causing goosebumps in your skin. You felt his body heat pressing to your side and you couldn't help but lean in with a sly smile.

You hummed and his breath felt hot against your ear, you enjoyed the slight ticklish sensation of his moustache against your neck as he spoke once more."Remind me to thank you any way you desire." Gus said when his hands found yours slowly closing the drawer you were inspecting. Work be damned.

The way he pronounced 'desire' in such delicious accent and lowered voice made the smile from your face falter and your thighs press together. Your eyes found Soap in the other side of the room, the big table in the center hid his crouched form, mumbling nonsense to himself as he seemed troubled searching for one specific folder, your eyes found Gustavo's who was now smiling widely waving the missing yellow folder the other sargeant was so adamant on finding.

"Sargeant Mactavish, i think i can take it from here." He said out loud, his amber eyes never left yours when you crossed your arms and leaned your hip against the side of the table. The smile you carried turned into a knowing smirk he quickly returned.

"Yeah, just give me a moment-... Ah shiet-... Where in god's ass is that jobby!?"

Soap started whining Scottish nonsense that made Gus frown and look at him in complete confusion breaking the heated stare you two previously shared. You took a step closer to him gaining back his attention, a hand traveled to his waist squeezing his side lightly earning a silent purr from the man who, just like you, was starting to get impatient as hell. You could tell from desperate look he had.

You should get a medal after all the paperwork you've done and the way you handled hours of sexual frustration doing said infernal task along the man you were craving to fuck on the very table you two were now leaning closely to.

"Mactavish get the fuck out of the office, please." You said with an angelic smile, Gus widened his eyes and held his breath.

Soap looked back at you stupefied by your tone while muttering "Yer awfy crabbit, lass... What's got ya-" at the realization of what was about to unbound when he saw your arm still stuck around Gus' waist and the little distance you two were in, he clapped his hands once with a "Welp! See ya then.", stood up and left.

You felt a little guilty for the way you kicked him out but right now your focus was on Gus, you'll make it up to Soap later...

Gazing back at him, amber eyes were already on you drinking you in, the blush of his cheeks have gotten much noticeable now that you two were finally close. He placed his hands on your hips fully facing you and took one shy step closer.

"You uh... There's something i need to tell you." His voice came out in another whisper.

"Moving quickly aren't we?" You purred.

He wasn't going to say what you were thinking right?

"I had admired you for so long, miss Hound..."

Miss hound? This man is hilarious, can't he get more adorable?

"Would you... Train me?"

You blinked twice "Train you?" He nodded. You adjusted your stance and placed your hands on his shoulders. Gus let's out a shaky breath as you pondered his petition.

"The quickie we had wasn't a way for you to get on my good side and ask me for random favours right?" It was clearly a joke but Gus went rigid and he genuinely looked hurt from such accusation, "Sargeant Hound-!" Shit "It's a joke." He sighed relieved, this man was so expressive you couldn't fight back a giggle.

"I'll do it, I'll train you."

"But i can't promise it'll be easy, i don't need to remind you i was personally trained by Ghost and Price-" His gave you a widened smile and his arms shot to hug you close twirling you around like a rag doll, his handsome laugh blessed your ears completely silencing the urge to complain at the sudden action.

"Lo siento! I've been dreaming to ask you this since forever! I've never thought I'd actually get the chance to train alongside you, and to have you personally training me? HOHO! Reyes and Nova won't believe this! I can't wait to start!-" He begun rumbling and you couldn't help but soften your eyes, his boyish excitement was so contagious, your hands cupped his cheeks and he took it as an invitation to lean closer and hush. Chests now pressed together, a look of raw adoration adorned face.

"I-... will shut up now." You squeeze his cheeks lightly with a chuckle, his stubble tickled your skin.

"Don't. Let a woman enjoy having a handsome man fawning over her, i could get used to it." He looked at you with a certain glint of smugness.

"Is that what you want, sargeant?"

It is what you want?

You loved your team, the boys always made you feel loved in their own respective ways, always making sure you were never left behind even when you isolated yourself like you had been doing these months. But right now, the way Gus was showering you in praises with a look that screamed want? You've never felt so desired and beautiful, not that you could remember.

"(Y/n)." You corrected.

"(Y/n)..." He repeated your name, tasting every letter on his tongue. You two started leaning into each other closer, his nose nudged yours, you rubbed the tips affectionately earning a low delighted chuckle from him.

You had waited enough. Your mouths collided in a desperate kiss. Desperate was the closest way to describe it, how your tongue hunted his and vice versa, how his half lidded eyes made him look drunk of your taste, your hands pushed his beret off grabbing his curly locks from the back of his head making the man growl into the kiss. Both of you grunted, moaned and melted into the ongoing make out more and more, limbs tangled into each other sensually.

Gus was an amazing kisser, you couldn't remember the last time you kissed someone like this. So full of want and need even though you two had toyed with each other ONCE and properly met TODAY.

The slight scratch of his facial hair, the taste of coffee on his mouth and the whiff of his fruity cologne you seemingly could never get enough of made you feel lightheaded, like you were floating. This man was a walking beacon of arousal.

But with the feeling came reality when Gus' strong arms picked you up, both hands cup your ass urging you to wrap your legs around his waist. You complied with an excited giggle.

"Wait-"

He sighed into your mouth carrying you to the black leather couch you had spent hours working on. "I have to apologize for yesterday... I was too impulsive and..."

"Hon, I'm on the pill, and we all get checked regularly. I trust you, do you trust me?" It was a simple question, a necessary one. Gus nodded slowly, his prominent blush still graced his cheeks. You leaned to kiss them and chuckled when you noticed his eyes were now glued to your cleavage as it heaved with your fast aroused breaths.

"Like what you see? Take my pants off right now." You whispered.

Gus chuckled nervously, his eyes looked away flustered, seemingly put on the spot. "Heh, i uh, sorry. I didn't know how to transition to that..."

He definitely couldn't get any cuter. His angelic face lit up in excitement and arousal the lower your pants were pulled, and with your aid, your panties followed.

The office basked on the warmth of the sunlight from the closed side window. The reports stuffed in folders of different colors and dates were separated carefully in various places through the whole overstuffed office. Price's big wooden table was clear from any paper with only his laptop laying there charging and Gustavo's forgotten beret.

The silence from the hall would have worried you if it wasn't for the early hours of the morning. Everyone was tending their own respective duties and/or training. That means...no one could hear the wet noises, growls, muffled moans and delighted meowls from inside of your beloved captain's office.

You currently lay on your back on the couch, your legs were wrapped around Gus' shoulders who was laying on the opposite side and funnily, due to his height, he had both his legs completely hanging off the edge, eagerly lapping at your cunt like a bear searching for the sugary treat of honey in desperate grunts and growls.

His hands squeezed your thighs a little hard with a delighted moan when your taste first coated his tongue. Your head threw back at the feeling of him attacking your clit in fast kitten licks, at the same time, his meaty index finger pressed to your entrance lubricating it to later thrust it in and massage your insides, his eagerness to taste you drove him away from your clit to slurp your juices hungrily once again, replacing his finger with his hot tongue, his big nose and moustache scratched the needy ache in your puffy nub deliciously. Dark jasper eyes were trained to your every expression, you could feel his smirk when he heard you moan his name like a god-damned prayer.

Gus groaned pleased at the feeling of your smaller hands tugging on his locks to rock yourself on his face, which was invitation enough to have him surprise you by lifting your thighs to push his himself further inside the mess of your hole, earning chorus of moans from your parted lips.

You knew the thigh grabbing would be a thing the moment he took your pants down and seemed to salivate at the sight of your legs. They were big and toned, years of training as the fastest and most agile member of the 141 task force made you build your legs like ones of a football player.

For Gus, you looked like a tasty treat. A goddess blessing him with the gift of a delicious wet cunt and the warmest embrace from your sexy thighs. He could die a happy man if you were to suffocate him between the wonderful warmth of your legs and the salty ocean of your pussy juices.

The Rican bit down hungrily at your inner thighs when he felt you clench them around his head once more announcing your approaching orgasm with desperate higher moans. Gus, ever the teasing bastard, denied your orgasm separating his hot tongue from your needy sex.

"W-wha-... What are you doing?" Frustration was plastered on your face when he smiled widely, his facial hair shone brightly lubricated with your sticky fluids, he cleaned them with the back of his hand, his tongue gave his hand a big lick afterwards making you huff and blush.

Gus rested his chin on your lower tummy, a handsome smile playing on his stupid teasing face when his hands massaged your abs feeling your rapid breaths. It was when your trembling hands grabbed his curly raven locks more firmly to force his mouth into your cunt that he grabbed your wrists halting you completely. "I want you to cum on my cock, corazón... If that's okay?" He clarified.

"What. Tired of the taste of pussy already, big boy?" You asked teasingly earning a hum from Gus who with a pussy-drunk look, winked you an eye saying "Never." In between throaty growls.

He lowered his head and burried his tongue deep inside your wet cavern again, this time thrusting his whole head against your pussy back and force making your whole body rock with his harsh movements. You had to bite down a scream covering your mouth muffling it, a moan of relief followed. Your pleasure-filled noises were music to his ears but also his sign to go back to being a complete asshole.

You growled in desperation when he begun unwrapping your legs from his neck denying your orgasm once more. Gus planted an apologetic kiss to your clit and moved your whole body with his strong arms so you were now kneeling on the cushion.

A laugh of surprise followed by a huff scaped his lips when you tangled yourself around him in a deadly grip making him lose his balance and fall backwards to the cushions with you now sitting on his still clothed erection, the friction made him clench his teeth in pleasure with a hiss.

"How the tables turn..." You said In a teasing purr, and he shivered, your body slowly lowers to his zipper's level. He lifted a little to help you pull his pants down with an excited chuckle.

Your toothy smile turned evil as your hands broke his hard cock from the confines of his black boxers. It stood proudly like a bloody missile ready for launching and explode your insides.

"There's my big boy..." You coo licking your lips.

He looked pleased with your reaction a shy smile replaced his smug facade. But soon he broke down from it and lifted a brow smirking at the ego boost.

"Come feel your big boy then, sargeant..." Gus must have thought you'd jump to his request of fucking you right now when he patted his right meaty thigh.

"Look at you, so smug." A yelp broke his cool demeanor when you hurriedly grabbed his dick by the base with both hands.

"Don't go thinking I won't have a taste first."

Gus looked at you like a starving man, almost regretful of his teasing. Almost.

You moved upwards leaning to his face, hands still firmly wrapped around his hard erection, he closed his eyes and parted his lips expecting a kiss. He looked angelic, his blushing cheeks gave him an air of innocence despite the strong arousal, but you had other plans, so you went to his right ear. Your lips kissed and nipped his lobe teasingly before you growled lowly. "You are testing my patience, i didn't take you for a fucking brat. Be a good boy and let me choke on that dick and NO teasing, or i swear to God you'll have blue balls for the rest of the day." Then you moved back to watch his handsome face.

He was looking at you in surprise blushing furiously. Gus' pupils went enormous eating the amber tone of his iris, his arousal did nothing but increase at your choice of words. A good boy huh? The Rican found himself growing painfully harder at the prospect of being your good boy. Your obedient boy toy always eager for your attention and affection.

His cock twitched at the annoyed look on your face. It was like a switch was triggered. He craved to change that look of displeasure at his previous teasing. To have you only look at him flushed and content, drunk in pleasure and delirious because of his affectionate ministrations, because of HIM. Him, the nobody Costa Rican cop who found his opportunity to change the world and took it, moving to London, fighting alongside the big dogs and now offering himself to the pleasure of his most admired muse. His Sargeant Hound.

In years of service he had never felt so devoted to anything that wasn't his dream of making this world a little brighter and less dangerous, but you... How your eyes sparkled in confusion at his prolonged silence but melted in warmth as his hands cupped your now flushed cheeks. He craved you. He needed to take you right now, to serve you as the good boy you wished him to be.

"Mi mamita hermosa..." Gus purred, his voice was syrup in your lips.

You kissed deeply and slowly, exchanging saliva and the aftertaste of your pussy fluids. He was a little conscious you'd find the action gross but then you kissed him back just as deeply, just as... As passionately. He felt warmth flutter on his chest.

When you parted your lips from each other, a string of saliva still connecting your mouths, he whispered a plead.

"I'll be your good boy, please mami, forgive me..."

The pet name sounded so foreign to you, 'Mommy' was the correct translation for it, surprisingly it didn't upset you at all. You never though you'd get called mommy in this short of situation, but you were not opposed to it, in fact... You felt yourself clench around nothing and your ego skyrocket. You loved the change of demeanor a simple threat have caused on this big bear of a man.

"Do you want mommy to taste you, huh?" Your hands pumped his cock, the tip of it an angry shade of red, the first droplets of precum emerged from it's slit like tiny diamonds under the daylight. You looked at his member closely eating with your eyes every detail. From the barely trimmed dark hair from the three prominent veins that run through his length like rivers. Your mouth watered.

"It's all yours mami, please... Please let me feel you..."

No need to say it twice.

You were on your knees lapping the underside of his big iron cock, his eyes glimmered like gemstones kissed by the strong sunlight from the now fogged windows, Gus sighed entranced by the hypnotizing trail of kisses you laid all over his member, then you lowered yourself again to have your tongue eagerly licking and lips nipping down the base of his cock, right in the begining of his ball sack.

His lips parted as he was about to voice his encourages for you finally try and put his dick inside your pretty mouth, but you hushed him when your head shot upwards and your lips pressed against his aching tip. A surprised but delighted yelp quickly followed from Gus, his body jolting for a second.

You smiled up at him, he was unmoving, lips parted but silent and eyes looking down at you in heavy anticipation holding his breath.

The warmth of your mouth welcomed the first few inches of his cock, Gus groaned loudly forcing himself to not look away from you as he cried out in pleasure. He made a mental screenshot of the view of your pretty lips wrapped against his monstrous cock.

You felt powerful. To have a man as handsome as Gustavo Rodriguez furrow his brows in mind-breaking pleasure, but at the same time it wasn't enough. So you tried to force yourself to swallow pass more than half of his length which proved to be as difficult as it seemed if not more. Your throat clenched around his cock when you swallowed and kept lowering yourself, Gus already looked like he was about to cry, pass out or the two of them consecutively.

A grimace greeted you when you opened your eyes to look up at him, he looked to be in pain, a line of sweat shone from his forehead, but you knew better. Because when you started bobbing your head up and down slowly, from his lips erupted a line of praises and curses in a chocked Spanish.

Your controlled breaths, slurps and gagging sounds mixed with the SpecGru operator's moans made your arousal ACHE, so you roughly pushed one of his legs in between yours and started rubbing yourself on it staining his hairy leg with the ocean of pleasure your pussy was crying out. Gus almost cracked a smile at the irony of his sargeant Hound acting like a literal dog in heat humping his leg like crazy. The feeling of your thick thighs pressed together crushing his leg made him groan loudly pressing it harder to your weeping hole while you deliciously rubbed your clit against his tensed leg. You moaned at the feeling causing vibrations against his cock.

He quickly noticed how the rhythm of your humps and swallows synchronized so he moved his leg a little faster in hopes you'd do the same with your bobbing, but you, wicked little thing, kept to your pace, he guessed as a punishment for his teasing.

You spent a few seconds more chocking and gagging on his big fat cock, your jaw started to ache and your throat burned so you decided to give your mouth a brief break. You moved away followed by a cry of desperation from the needy man.

"Sorry love, might need some practice... It's been a while and you are pretty big." You apologized teasingly.

"Your mouth feels... Divina... Take your time, querida... Just don't-"

Don't stop? Oh honey.

Your hands went to toy with his cock making him suck in a breath. One went to massage his tip, he spasmed instantly at the overstimulation earning a chuckle from you, both of your hands worked rhythmically up and down his massive size. You increased the pace of your thrusts against his leg but never changed the steady one you kept to his cock, but you did squeeze it harder and he thanked you by giving you cheek an affectionate squeeze.

He looked so out of breath with his legs tensing and skin sweating, he hadn't stopped moaning, grunting and whimpering since you laid hands on him, the mere image of you touching him was driving the man insane in pleasure, like a virgin boy discovering porn for the first time.

Gus warm hand still on your cheek moved away his thumb when he pressed it teasingly on your lips, your tongue licked the pad of his finger in an invitation he took by entering his thumb inside your wet cavern massaging your eager tongue and exploring the hole he previously abused with his cock. You hummed giving him a light squeeze on his dick.

"Huff... Si. Right there, mamita... Agh- Don't... Don't stop..." He blessed you with delicious moans as you pumped him a little bit harder this time going into a faster pace. The rhythm of your hips now on sinc with the fast pumps your small hands gave to his cock.

His red tip begun weeping even more. The Puerto Rican tilts his head back with a loud groan, his pleasured whines compensated the loss of his eyes on you. He looked so fucking delicious your mouth started salivating, so you moved away from his thumb with a light pop! and lowered your head to twirl your tongue around his tip with a light hum increasing the pace of pumps once more and swallowed the excessive amount of precum that was pooling inside your mouth. One of your hands quickly cupped his balls as they bounced up and down then squeezed them lightly. Gus now rolls his eyes to the back of his skull, his orgasm quickly approaching and his hips moved to fuck your mouth following your hand movements.

"Si, si, si, yes... Fuck, FUCK!" The harder you sucked on his tip the more violently his thighs shook.

"(Y/n)... I'm close... Me corro! Shit!" His declaration was the final push you needed to start feeling your end quickly approaching. Your hips moved clumsily as you meowled into his cock, your clit getting mercilessly crushed against his shinbone, fighting your desperate moans was useless when your hips bucked against him chasing your end just as Gus was doing right now.

You both sang the song of love in pants, groans and choked moans until one of his hands shot to his mouth when he let out a quiet cry, the other went to your head pushing you to swallow his entire length to the brim, his happy trail tickled your nose, your eyes watered and you fought back a harsh choke. The feeling of your spasming pussy, quivering thighs and brain-melting orgasm broke your selfcontrol making you greedily push your mouth impossibly closer to his pelvis, then came bliss.

You came all over his leg, your eyes went blank as you were high in ecstasy, the taste of his seed cloud your senses. His big hands gripped your hair keeping you in place as you swallowed his love juices.

"Fuuuuuuuuck..."

You huffed in amusement, you feel sure this man has never cursed so much in such a short time.

Gus tries to calm his breathing, now looking at you move away from his softening sex and sit yourself straddling his thighs. His hands massaged your bare legs, amber eyes full of wonder and drunk affection stuck to your face, like he discovered a whole new world in the darkness of your pupils. He swallowed, breaking the momentary silence that broke between you two.

In a beat, warmth graced your left cheek when he cupped it tenderly with one of his hands the other squeezed your left thigh lightly. His face felt magnetic when you rested your forehead against his, both of your eyes closed you hum at the relaxing feeling of his strong hands caressing your skin. Yours mirrored the movement nuzzling his blushing cheeks, his stubble and finally you moved them to brush his hair backwards and scratch his scalp affectionately.

Gus was melting on the spot, humming softly along you and whispering sweet nothings to your ear. How good your mouth felt on his cock, how warm and soft your skin was, and to your amusement, he apologized for cumming first and denying your release. You chuckled at this, but your laugh cut short when you felt the big bear of a man grinding upwards slowly.

His previously softening member now was hard as a rock once more and brushing your entrance with each lazy thrust in slight desperation. He gave you a pleading look, like he needed you to voice your approval.

You kissed him deeply instead when you slid his member inside your warm wet pussy, Gus wrapped both arms around you as you sank your hips as low as you could, his erection filling you perfectly. Moans of relief sound in unison, heaving chests moved against one another when you circled your waist, your walls squeezed him deliciously making him hiss and hug you tighter.

"Now's your chance papa bear..." You breathed out.

Gus took the encouragement to heart, both of his legs spread wide to accomodate you, his hands hurriedly pulled your shirt off until it was only one article of clothing that separated your bare body from the warmth of his body. You took your time to strip yourself from your bra enjoying every second of his pleasure-filled expression. Gus looked at you inspecting every inch of skin from your fully bare body.

You felt slightly shy under the weight of his full attention. You didn't feel bad towards your body, not anymore at least, it was littered in scars of different sizes and depths pretty much everywhere. Each one of them with different memories of past missions and unfortunate incidents, you could barely remember them all... At least your face and hands were miraculously intact.

Gus whispered something in his mother's tongue, something you couldn't quiet catch. Something along the lines of "Mi hermoso ángel de la guerra." And something more... But he didn't give you time to question when both of his arms went to wrap themselves around you again and his hips snapped upwards with so much force he punched all the air from your lungs.

The Rican showered you in praises you tried to register but couldn't with your loud broken moans and the force of his increasing pace. There was a particular thrust after he bucked a little to the right that kissed the mouth of your cervix making you whimper and bite your lip almost drawing blood. This man was mind-fucking you out of your senses.

His breath hitched, Gus' eyes were half lidded and almost blank losing his focus the more he felt you clench with his erratic thrusts, his moans were gone yet his mouth was still open. And you were no better, your breasts violently bounce up and down almost painfully with the force of his movements. One hand went to his shoulder and the other covered your mouth as you cried out in pleasure, your pussy had a firm grip on his cock. You really felt like you were ready to burst at any moment.

Gus hissed something in spanish under his breath, squelching noises echoed through the office as you started moving your ass meeting his thrusts, his balls clapped your cheeks with every buck of his hips, your moans turned into high-pitched cries of his name making the man reach his limit faster. His thrusts went clumsier and uncoordinated with your movements, the pure bliss of your walls squeezing him tight had him rolling his eyes to the back of his head and moaning your name back in gutural growls as if saying it would prolong the pleasure, and damn, it did.

He was fucking his sargeant, one of 141's most strongest soldier, he was claiming you, molding your insides with his length and practically using you as a flashlight when your body started to loose strength. Formalities were thrown out the fogged window, fuck titles, fuck rules, you clinged to each other like desperate lovers claiming their affection in a tango of naked limbs and a symphony of feral growls, moans and other sinful noises.

He pressed your lips together in a sloppy kiss when he felt your body tense then convulse, the loud cry that scaped you was quickly swallowed by him and that eager tongue you loved to choke on. And with a final thrust, you both came moaning into each other's mouths.

It was heavenly to feel this man fill you up again. It would have been greater if he was fully bare from waist up so you'd both be naked together pressing your sweaty skins against one another but you couldn't complain, not when your wishes of seeing him again like this were granted so quickly.

What you could complain about though was that your phone started vibrating from your pants' pocket that were carelessly thrown to the other side of the office a lifetime ago. You huffed and flopped yourself on Gus, who was now tracing circles on your back and kissing your shoulder tenderly, your sexes still conjoined, heavy breaths lulling your exhausted bodies into a state of sleepiness, and you weren't planning on moving any time soon. But big papa bear couldn't let his mommy sleep on work.

"Mamita, your phone..." His gruff voice spoke, a soft warning of your still buzzing phone, it prevented you from completely dozing off on the warm embrace you were sharing right now. You wined feeling like nibbling on his warm meaty arms, and you did as a way of punishment. Rodriguez giggled boyishly not expecting the ticklish attack on his biceps from the mouth he craved to devour again. "Ey ey! Come on, no biting, mami!" You smiled up at him and gave him an apologetic kiss to his arm.

The moment you moved to stand up with a groan, your sexes separated and a pool of cum cascaded out of your puffy cunt and you gasped loudly as it shot to the floor. Gus laughed breathlessly and seemingly as surprised as you.

"Ah mierda... I guess you got me too excited..."

"Really?" You smirked and laughed back sarcastically running to get your pants and phone not before cleaning your aching cunt with a napkin. "Good thing I'm on the pill or you would surely have-" You silenced yourself.

At first you were afraid that whatever you were about to say would turn the light mood into an awkward situation. And it did end the light mood but not in the way you expected.

Gus was facing you, a ghost of a smirk in the corner of half open mouth, eyes dark and full of desire, and you were sure yours sparkled the same way. His hands flexed on the edge of the couch and his soft dick turned half hard.

Did you just discover a new kink you both shared?

Did you really have a breeding kink? Isn't it too soon to jump into THIS kind of kinks? Fuck it, everything with Gus seemed so fast yet so exciting you didn't mind at all.

But those thoughts died when from the corner of your eye you spot Soap's name on your phone screen. And reading under his name from the non-stopping notifications you quickly noticed this man was warming you that the captain just left to fetch you and Rodriguez.

Gus widened his eyes at your panicked movements as you gathered your clothes to quickly put them on, he didn't blink twice before he was rushing to mirror your actions.

Under all the rustling of clothes your ears would have perked up at the quiet steps echoing through the hall slowly approaching the office. You were now fully clothed and ready to give Gus his beret when the man flopped to the floor violently scrubbing with the napkin you tossed to the table the little puddle of cum on the floor near Price's favorite carpet.

The door clicked open, Gus jumped up in a casual stance like he just finished admiring the weather outside as he discreetly opened the window to mask the slight scent of sweat and sex, you casually scratched your chin as if you were lost in thought when your other hand yanked the dirty napkins to toss them inside your pocket and the captain, thankfully not suspecting anything, whistled at you lowly asking if the kid behaved.

"He did his homework like a good boy." You teased playfully slapping Gus right on his left ass cheek, he yelped blushing furiously but nodding nonetheless. His big hand massaged his butt giving you a shy look with a nervous smile.

"Good, because Baseplate's back and he needs his whole squad on the training field at four. If you haven't eaten yet, I suggest you do it now."

"Baseplate!? I thought team leader would be coming next week. Thank you for informing me captain. T-the reports were successfully fixed, and thank you for your help, Sargeant Hound." You chuckled mockingly as Gus gave you a formal salute before going for the exit.

"Gustavo." You called.

"You forget your beret, soldier."

Yet again.

.

Cooking anything was the cherry on top for the magnific morning Gus just had. It didn't matter if Soap had him pranked into hours of work at Price's office, after all, he got to spend time with you. And inside you. Heh.

And now he craved to have a celebratory dish and hopefully save some for you if you were willing to try a bite. A fluttering feeling made him smile and humm some tune at the thought cooking something for you. Back on the other base in Germany where they previously served at, he took a habit of cooking for his team. Memories of his home flew back to him , he remembered his younger self when he used to cook for his parents, his sister's family and his grandmother. For Gus food was love. And who was better to share it with than his teammates and his new trainer?

He was about done when he passed two plates behind him for his two best friends to take and he lastly served himself leaving the rest on the pan.

"Are you paying attention?"

Reyes took a large chunk of his food to his mouth and Nova squinted in repulsion. "Mate, grab a fork-"

"Lafayette is coming to the bar tonight, i need someone at the base to keep track on the bastard of Baseplate, make sure he doesn't follow me or some shit-"

"Isn't that him on the door?" Gus joked. And Reyes jumped from his chair almost knocking all the plates.

"Not cool, brother. Don't joke about Baseplate being an ass if you two are still up for the secret plan i made..."

"We don't even know what the whole thing is about!" Nila squawked.

"My sweet Nova. Tonight I'll show you two what you two obviously were missing in highschool. You got the recipe of the brownies I've sent you, Rodri?"

Gus took his time to swallow the food he was munching and nods at Reyes.

"Enzo, is this about the uh..." He coughs and with a weary look whispers at his brother in arms "You know.... About the oregano...?"

Reyes smirked at the other man, hastily finished the little food he had on his plate, stood up and went to the sink. "Why the hell would I call a meeting with the angsty teenager of my cousin to the nastiest bar in the street in such worrisome hours of the night if not for some top quality weed?"

Nova threw him a glare and Gus shook his head in quiet disapproval.

"You give me all the disapproving-parent's eyes all you want. I don't hear any of you complaining about watching one of those stupid cartoons Gus likes while feasting on happy brownies!"

"We are talking about getting high inside a military base. We RECENTLY fought cartel and all you think about right now is to celebrate with-... With-... Gus, you tell him."

Nova looked back at Gus for support, the Rican seemingly put on the spot barked at Reyes. "Okay uh, first off. Sargeant Keroro isn't a stupid cartoon, it's art. And the recipe you sent me is for a simple chocolate brownie! You insult me hermano... You really think i can't cook a stupid brownie without using una tonta recipe?"

Nova had to take deep breaths to not slap Gus on the face as the man rambled about his cooking skills and his favorite childhood show to a grinning Reyes who was now trying to steal Nova's food as he fake-listened to Rodriguez.

.

It was two o'clock and you had already informed your captain about your morning with Mactavish and Rodriguez, including the latter's wish for being trained by you. Price pondered on his request, he seemed to formulate a mental opinion but before sharing anything he asked what your thoughts were.

"It'll help me get back on track. I'll take responsibility of his training and soon enough wake my sore body from months of doing absolutely nothing. Think of it as giving a child an egg to take care of it for a week as a way to improve their responsibility and attentiveness." Price chuckled at the comparison but encouraged you to keep going.

"I've been away for quiet some time, you know well i can handle myself. And besides, I've been your trainee for a while, why not switch roles?" He didn't look too convinced now.

"Tell you what, we'll see how Gus does during training. If I like what I see, I'll adopt the egg."

"You keep calling the man your egg, it won't change the fact that you also need SpecGru's team leader's permission. I won't deny it, I'm surprised you'd want to train anyone! But I'm not against it either. Though, (y/n)... Remember to watch out for yourself as well."

He went on for a while with one of his long monologues about your mental health and stability in the field.

Price was not as eager as Ghost about you dropping out of your two-month vacation. He believed you still needed some time. He has always been too overprotective over you, wether he viewed you as a pupil or as his own daughter you didn't mind because admit it out loud or not, Ghost was right. You couldn't stay in the sidelines forever.

Going to your dorm's bathroom to freshen up from the deliciously messy encounter with Gus and take a clean change of clothes, your stomach rumbles in protest.

You left your room after putting much lighter clothes matching the hot weather outside and went to knock on Gaz's room. You two usually went to eat together but this time it looks like your drama sister had left a little sooner.

"The betrayal!" You whisper-yelled when the second knock went ignored.

To the kitchens it is. Alone, Gazless and starving. At least your sexual appetite was successfully satiated.

Walking downstairs and through the halls your hunger started getting more annoying, the lack of breakfast was twisting your stomach painfully, sadly for you, Gustavo's love juices were not considered a balanced breakfast. At some point you expected you would run into Soap checking if you two actually got caught since you practically left him on read, but you found none of your 141 peers on sight. Ah well...

They were probably stuffing themselves full of the few extra portions of apple pie Price hid for you.

Arriving to the kitchenette's doors you heard some voices from where you stood. Three voices, one of them you recognized instantly as the Costa Rican. A playful smirk instantly planted itself on your face.

When the voices had quietened down a bit, you stepped inside and as soon as you closed the door behind you someone rushed to get out almost pushing you against the wall with the force of their speed. You stood there baffled.

There, hanging on the side table rested Nila Brown, or by her codename Nova. She, along with Rodriguez snapped their heads to you, Nova gave you a curt nod and kept to her conversation with Gus who now pretended to be listening as he finished washing the dirty plates he just used internally screaming at your presence.

"Sorry about that, sargeant."

"What the hell was that? A human-shaped bullet?" You playfully said walking to the fridge keeping their light mood up a little uncomfortable with the formalities.

Nova sighed readjusting her bun. "Baseplate has arrived, so now Reyes is on a mission to NOT run into him." Gus discreetly elbowed her arm lightly.

You weren't sure whether to ask or not, so you shrugged grabbing yourself a cold drink, Nova and Gus were glad you didn't ask.

Said man gave Nova another nudge with a look of urgency pleading her to leave, she looked at him puzzled but complied looking at the new plate he was serving. Her smile and light head shake was enough answer for Gus to sigh relieved, the pilot left the kitchenette and you two along with it.

"Hmm, that smells good. What are you cooking?"

"I um, it's a little invention! I actually saved some for you, miss Hound."

"A way to a woman's heart is through the stomach, huh? Very clever, Rodriguez." You teased.

He looked so silly wearing his uniform AND a white apron with "kiss the cook" badly scribbled on it. When you pointed it out he chuckled saying it was a gift from Soap in exchange for his meals and that led you to ask some questions about his love for cooking. The conversation was light and casual as he prepared the small table for you, ever the gentleman, it was like what happened less than an hour ago never occurred.

"So, you didn't answer my question. What am I eating, chef Ramsay?"

Gus laughed at the little nickname and apologized for forgetting the question. The plate looked and smelled delicious. He explained it was some short of meat pie with melted cheese wrapped in something called polenta. Whatever that was, it had a bright yellow color and it looked like mashed potatoes.

"Polenta! It's made out of uh, sémola de maíz. Hold on." You gave him your phone with Google translator already awaiting him, he smiled sweetly at the gesture. "Thank you, mamita. Let's see uh... Corn flour. Yeah makes sense. The rest is simply meat with veggies, the stuffing of any meat pie and i added cheese. I-I asked Sargeant Mactavish for his permission to use it, he said that as long as I share some he didn't mind!"

You laughed eating your freshly cooked meal, it tasted devine. Gus said that it needed some salt but everything tasted so perfect you didn't add nor avoid anything from the plate. The moment you first dig the fork into it and see the strings of melting cheese attached to the piece as you slowly lifted your fork, you fell in love.

Your mouth watered when he excitedly urged you to take a bite with a look of anticipation and glee, like a child preparing his first sandwich for his parent to try.

The moment you took a bite a pleased moan fell from your closed lips, Gus could have cried and/or popped a boner right then and there. He sat next to you, one hand on his lap and the other supporting his cheek as he dreamily enjoyed the view of you stuffing your face like a hamster with the polenta-meat pie. Funny how they laughed and joked around when Reyes grossly ate anything, and now Gus was completely mesmerized at your inhumane display of eating, you looked like a starving animal who hadn't eaten for days.

You honestly didn't care, the meat pie with polenta was your new favorite dish, and your stomach growled with force at the delicious smell and taste.

"O-Oh! By the way, speaking about sargeant Mactavish... He told me to tell you that he uh, he took some box lieutenant Ghost had for you? He said something about you meeting him before training."

"Holy shit,"

The bastard-

Soap actually had the balls to go rob Ghost. And not only that, but rob GHOST'S OFFICE. Were all Scottish people that mad and hungry for danger?

You guessed that Jhonny being close to Ghost figured he was keeping something very important on his office when he saw Laswell giving him your package.

Soap had been trying to get inside your "secret club" with Gaz (and in some weird occasions, Ghost) in which you would stick your noses in everyone's life inside the base and basically gossip and theorize about anything and everything, like grannies discussing their neighborhood dramas. Kyle had strictly told you not to let John join because he was one loud mouth and you agreed completely. You loved him like he was your little brother, but man, the guy sucked ass keeping secrets, so obviously you always told him no when he ran to you two with "juicy material" he obviously always made up to persuade you into letting him in.

Talking about the gossip club... It's been a long time since you last talked with Garrick about everyone's business. God you missed going to his room and enjoy your nightly teas, snacks and deliciously inappropriate conversations about everyone's personal life.

Anyway, back to the present. Soap was about to get his ass whooped, but at least you got to see and use your mask against Simon's grumpy ass order of not using it out of missions.

"I gotta fly then..."

"Now? I mean..."

You gave Gus a sweet knowing smile when you took your plate and everything else to the sink and got ready to clean it, he was quick to shoo you away saying he would take care of the cleaning.

"You are an amazing cook, Gus. Who knows, maybe you picked the wrong job."

"Ha ha. I only need to improve my hand-to-hand combat, that's why I asked for help from the greatest badass i know! Mi vida, you haven't seen me in action yet."

"We'll see how you do in training later, also don't forget to ask mama hen for his permission. I can't train you without Baseplate giving the okay."

Gus bit his lower lip with a spaced out look already machining something. "Yeah I got it, i'll take care of that. Also, don't forget Soap's lunch box! I-it's right there, it has some polenta too."

You winked and clicked your tongue taking the blue lunch box and thanking him for everything.

Just when you were about to leave a big hand wrapped around your bicep lightly pulling you back.

"Ey, Hound. Forgettin' something?" Gus said in a seductive voice giving you a shiver you played off by turning around with a twirl.

"Well, i have Soap's pastel de carne con polenta. So unless it's a kiss goodbye..." You insinuated with a playful pout he mirrored cutely approaching you and wrapping both of his arms around your waist, your hands found the sides of his face and squeezed his cheeks affectionately.

"Mmmm maybe... Kiss the cook?" he joked in a low chuckle planting a peck on the tip of your nose. Gus was so sweet he was going to give you cavities. You pretended to take a moment to ponder the request.

"Si. Bésame, papa bear." You said in a raspy voice, his chuckle was silenced when your mouths pressed together and bodies entwined.

The amount of warmth that embraced Gus' heart was so intense he felt like he would pass out right there. If only you knew the effect you had on him when you did so much as speak in Spanish, if only you knew the effect one kiss from you did to his body.

"Papa bear huh?"

"You did call me mommy, does that upset you, big boy?"

He groaned biting your lower lip and squeezing your ass cheeks.

"Claro que no, mamita. Makes me want to devour you like one." Gus said attacking your neck in sweet kisses that had you giggling and squirming from his strong grasp.

He bit his lip trying to suppress a big grin when you pulled away holding the lunch box tightly to your chest.

"Remind me to buy bear spray then! I'm too young and crazy to get eaten by a big horny bear-man!"

"Wouldn't you like to get eaten by one though, mi vida?" He shot back wiggling his brows.

You rolled your eyes and turned around once more resuming your walk out of the kitchen but not before yelping at the feeling of Gus swatting your ass with a clean kitchen rag laughing like a Disney villain. A clear vendetta of the previous ass slap you gave the poor Rican right in front of the captain.

"Fair!"

.

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Earn a Certification in Ethical Hacking to Advance Your Career in Cybersecurity

Cybersecurity has turned into a critical topic the world over in the modern digital age-Governments, corporations, and private citizens have become targets of assailants. The increase in cyberattacks has led to organizations concentrating on seeking competent professionals who can protect their systems and data from malicious threats. An Ethical-Hacking Certification is one of the best ways to convince the world that you are an authority in this area. The certification validates your skills as an Ethical Hacker and gives you access to lucrative job prospects in various organizations worldwide.

Ethical hacking: what is it?

In order to evaluate an organization's defenses, ethical hacking, sometimes referred to as penetration testing or white-hat hacking, entails getting into systems and gadgets lawfully. In contrast to malevolent hackers, ethical hackers use their expertise to find holes and flaws in systems, assisting companies in improving their security posture. In order to stop data breaches, monetary losses, and harm to one's reputation, ethical hackers are essential.

Why Pursue an Ethical Hacking Certification?

High Demand for Cybersecurity Professionals

The gap in the global cyber workforce is widening further with each passing day, with millions of vacancies left unfilled worldwide. Organizations are on the lookout for certified ethical hackers who can help them defend their digital assets. You are putting yourself as one of the most wanted professionals in this competitive field by getting one ethical hacking certification. 

Skill-Wise, an All-Inclusive Program

An ethical hacking certification consists of numerous subjects, such as network security, vulnerability assessment, malware analysis, and incident response, among others. These programs offer practical training context and reality scenarios, allowing you to gain real-world skills which you can apply to your job immediately. 

Acknowledged Recognition in the Industry

There are certifications like Certified Ethical Hacker (CEH), Offensive Security Certified Professional (OSCP), and CompTIA PenTest+, which are recognized and respected globally. They show your commitment to ethical hacking and the protection of organizations against cyber threats. 

Amazing Career Options 

Ethical hackers are some of the best-paid professionals in the IT industry. In recent surveys, certified ethical hackers have been reported to earn an average salary of 

90,000–90,000to120,000 annually, depending on experience and location. In addition, other career positions which are in high demand are penetration tester, security analyst, and cybersecurity consultant. 

Keep the Digital World Safer 

As an ethical hacker, you will be molding a secure internet. You are shielding sensitive data by locating and fixing security vulnerabilities, preventing cyberattacks, and protecting the privacy of people and organizations.

Popular Ethical Hacking Certifications

There are several prestigious certifications one could consider if thinking about a career in ethical hacking:

Certified Ethical Hacker (CEH)

Given by EC-Council CEH is the most famous certification for aspiring ethical hackers. Topics covered include footprinting, scanning, enumeration, and system hacking. 

Offensive Security Certified Professional (OSCP)

The OSCP certification is distinguished by its extremely difficult hands-on exam, which obliges candidates to exploit vulnerable machines successfully. This is excellent for the candidate proving their hands-on assessment skills on penetration testing.

CompTIA PenTest+

This is an intermediate-level cybersecurity certification that deals with planning, scoping, and management of penetration tests, along with result analysis.

GIAC Penetration Tester (GPEN)

GPEN is the certification from Global Information Assurance Certification(GIAC) that assesses that you are able to conduct penetration tests and exploit vulnerabilities.

How to Get Started

To get certified as an ethical hacker, you might follow these steps:

Build A Strong Foundation

Develop an understanding of networks, operating systems, and programming languages like Python and Bash. Get familiar with cybersecurity concepts and tools.

Choose the Better Certification

Do some research on the various certifications, and choose one that fits your career goals and the experience required.

Sign In for Training

Formal training or coursework is required by many certifications. Therefore, look for an accredited training provider in your area, and see what courses they offer on ethical hacking.

Practice, Practice, and Practice

Ethical hacking is a hands-on field: Build a lab where you can practice your skills and tools like Metasploit, Wireshark, and Nmap.

Pass the Certification Exam

Prepare for the certification exam with study materials, many practice tests, relevant online forums, or joining a study group.

Conclusion

An Ethical Hacking Certification is more than a credential; it is your entrance to a meaningful career in cybersecurity. With this certification under your belt, you will gain the know-how, skills, and importance to defend organizations against cyber threats and show them a difference in the digital world. Whether to be a fresher or to be sure of already grown into an IT professional, now is perhaps the best time to invest in your future and become a certified ethical hacker. So step forward today and give that extra thrust to your life in this fast-growing field.

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Ransomware Attacks: How Ethical Hackers Are Fighting Back

Ransomware attacks have become one of the most pressing cybersecurity threats of the digital age. In recent years, cybercriminals have leveraged sophisticated malware to encrypt sensitive data and demand hefty ransoms from individuals, businesses, and even government entities. As organizations rely more on digital infrastructures, the need for strong cybersecurity measures has never been greater. This is where ethical hackers come into play.

Who Are Ethical Hackers?

Ethical hackers, also known as white-hat hackers, are cybersecurity professionals who use their skills to identify and fix vulnerabilities before malicious hackers can exploit them. By conducting penetration testing, security audits, and threat analyses, ethical hackers help organizations fortify their digital defenses against ransomware and other cyber threats.

How Ethical Hackers Combat Ransomware Attacks

Ethical hackers play a crucial role in the fight against ransomware attacks. Here are some key strategies they employ:

1. Penetration Testing and Vulnerability Assessments

Ethical hackers simulate cyberattacks to identify security weaknesses in networks and systems. By detecting vulnerabilities before cybercriminals do, organizations can patch them and reduce the risk of ransomware infections.

2. Developing Stronger Cybersecurity Protocols

By analyzing attack patterns, ethical hackers help create robust security frameworks that mitigate ransomware risks. This includes implementing multi-factor authentication (MFA), advanced endpoint detection, and zero-trust architectures.

3. Incident Response and Ransomware Recovery

In the event of a ransomware attack, ethical hackers assist organizations in containing the breach, recovering data, and mitigating damage. They employ decryption techniques, isolate infected systems, and work to restore operations without paying the ransom.

4. Raising Awareness and Training Employees

Many ransomware attacks exploit human errors, such as phishing scams. Ethical hackers conduct cybersecurity training programs to educate employees on recognizing threats and practicing safe online behavior.

5. Collaboration with Law Enforcement and Security Firms

Ethical hackers work with law enforcement agencies and cybersecurity firms to track ransomware operators, analyze attack methodologies, and develop countermeasures to disrupt criminal networks.

Why You Should Pursue a Cyber Security and Ethical Hacking Course

As ransomware threats evolve, the demand for ethical hackers continues to grow. A cyber security and ethical hacking course can equip you with the skills needed to:

Understand cybersecurity fundamentals

Conduct ethical hacking and penetration testing

Develop incident response strategies

Protect organizations against ransomware and cyber threats

If you're passionate about cybersecurity and want to make a difference, enrolling in a cyber security and ethical hacking course is the first step toward a rewarding and impactful career.

Conclusion

Ransomware attacks are a growing menace, but ethical hackers are at the forefront of the battle against cybercriminals. By leveraging their expertise, organizations can strengthen their security posture and prevent devastating breaches. Whether you're an IT professional or a cybersecurity enthusiast, now is the perfect time to explore a cyber security and ethical hacking course and contribute to the fight against cyber threats.

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What is Ethical Hacking: Types, Benefits, & Skills

In Technologically advance worldcybersecurity, ethical hacking has become an essential part of protecting data, networks, and systems from malicious attacks. Often called "white-hat hacking," ethical hacking is the practice of probing systems to find vulnerabilities, just like malicious hackers (or "black-hat hackers") would, but with the permission and for the benefit of the organization. In this blog, we'll dive into what ethical hacking is, the different types of ethical hacking, its benefits, and the skills required to become an ethical hacker.

If you're interested in pursuing a career in ethical hacking, enrolling in a cyber security course in Hyderabad can provide you with the knowledge and practical experience needed to excel in this high-demand field.

What is Ethical Hacking?

Ethical hacking involves testing a system's security by identifying and exploiting vulnerabilities, but with the ultimate goal of fixing these flaws before they can be exploited by cybercriminals. Ethical hackers are authorized to perform these attacks by the organization they are hired by, ensuring that no laws are broken and that the findings are used to improve system security.

The key distinction between ethical hackers and malicious hackers is intent. While malicious hackers aim to harm systems and steal information, ethical hackers use their skills for constructive purposes—to secure systems and protect data from external threats.

Types of Ethical Hacking

Ethical hacking is a broad field with various specializations, each focusing on different aspects of cybersecurity. Here are some of the most common types of ethical hacking:

Network Hacking: This involves identifying vulnerabilities in a network’s infrastructure, including routers, firewalls, and switches. Ethical hackers focus on finding weak points that attackers could exploit to breach a system.

Web Application Hacking: With the increasing reliance on web applications for business operations, security flaws in these platforms have become a prime target for hackers. Ethical hackers focus on testing web applications for common vulnerabilities, such as SQL injection, cross-site scripting (XSS), and improper authentication.

System Hacking: This type of ethical hacking focuses on the system itself—looking for weaknesses in operating systems, databases, and software applications. Ethical hackers attempt to gain access to privileged data or gain control of a system to test its defenses.

Wireless Network Hacking: Ethical hackers also assess the security of wireless networks, testing for weaknesses in protocols like Wi-Fi and Bluetooth. They ensure that data transmitted through wireless channels is encrypted and secure from interception.

Social Engineering: While not a technical hack, social engineering is a tactic used by ethical hackers to test how well an organization’s employees adhere to security protocols. This includes phishing attacks, baiting, and impersonation to see if individuals can be tricked into compromising the organization’s security.

Benefits of Ethical Hacking

Ethical hacking provides numerous benefits to organizations and the cybersecurity industry as a whole:

Identifying Vulnerabilities Before Attackers Do: Ethical hackers help organizations find weaknesses in their systems before malicious hackers can exploit them, thus preventing costly data breaches or attacks.

Improved Security Measures: By identifying and resolving vulnerabilities, ethical hackers improve an organization’s overall security posture, ensuring that sensitive data, financial transactions, and customer information are safe from cybercriminals.

Compliance with Regulations: Many industries are required by law to maintain a certain level of cybersecurity (e.g., healthcare, finance). Ethical hackers ensure that an organization complies with these regulations by identifying potential weaknesses and suggesting remediation strategies.

Building Trust with Customers: When customers know that a business is investing in ethical hacking and maintaining a robust security infrastructure, it builds trust and confidence. Customers are more likely to engage with a company they feel is secure.

Mitigating Financial Loss: Cyber attacks can result in significant financial losses, both directly (through theft or fraud) and indirectly (through reputational damage). Ethical hackers help mitigate these risks by identifying and addressing vulnerabilities before they can be exploited.

Skills Required for Ethical Hacking

Ethical hacking requires a wide range of technical skills and knowledge. Here are some of the key skills needed to become a successful ethical hacker:

Knowledge of Networking: A strong understanding of networking concepts, including TCP/IP, DNS, HTTP, and VPNs, is critical for ethical hackers. They need to know how data flows over networks and how attacks like man-in-the-middle (MITM) and denial-of-service (DoS) attacks occur.

Proficiency in Programming: Ethical hackers must be proficient in programming languages like Python, C/C++, and JavaScript to write scripts, exploit vulnerabilities, and automate tasks. Knowledge of scripting languages like Bash and PowerShell can also be useful.

Understanding of Operating Systems: A deep understanding of both Linux and Windows operating systems is essential for ethical hackers, as they often have to exploit flaws in these systems.

Penetration Testing Tools: Ethical hackers use a variety of tools to simulate attacks, including Metasploit, Wireshark, Nmap, Burp Suite, and John the Ripper. Mastering these tools is critical for efficient vulnerability assessment.

Encryption and Cryptography: A solid understanding of encryption techniques and cryptographic protocols (such as SSL/TLS, AES, RSA) is necessary to assess how secure data is stored and transmitted.

Social Engineering Awareness: While ethical hackers need technical skills, they also need to be well-versed in the human aspect of security. Being aware of tactics like phishing, pretexting, and baiting can help them test an organization's overall security readiness.

Pursuing a Cyber Security Course in Hyderabad

If you're interested in becoming an ethical hacker and pursuing a career in cybersecurity, enrolling in a cyber security course in Hyderabad is a great way to gain the necessary skills. Hyderabad has emerged as a hub for cybersecurity education, offering courses that cover everything from basic IT security principles to advanced ethical hacking techniques.

A good cyber security course will equip you with the theoretical knowledge and hands-on experience needed to succeed in ethical hacking. Look for programs that provide training in penetration testing, network security, cryptography, and ethical hacking tools, along with certification support to enhance your career prospects.

At Boston Institute of Analytics, we offer comprehensive cyber security courses that provide practical training in ethical hacking, penetration testing, and more. Our expert instructors guide students through real-world scenarios, ensuring they are well-prepared to tackle cybersecurity challenges in any organization.

Ethical hacking is a vital practice for ensuring robust cybersecurity and protecting organizations from cyber threats. By testing systems and finding vulnerabilities before malicious hackers can exploit them, ethical hackers play a crucial role in safeguarding sensitive information and maintaining trust in digital systems.

With the rising demand for skilled professionals in this field, enrolling in a cyber security course in Hyderabad is an excellent way to jumpstart your career in ethical hacking and cybersecurity. By acquiring the necessary technical skills and certifications, you can contribute to the growing need for cybersecurity experts in both the private and public sectors.

Ready to become an ethical hacker? Contact us at Boston Institute of Analytics and explore our cyber security courses in Hyderabad that will help you build the skills to excel in this exciting and dynamic field.

This blog post is designed to be informative and helpful for individuals interested in ethical hacking and cybersecurity, with a specific focus on the advantages of enrolling in a cyber security course in Hyderabad.

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Fluffcember Day 29: Mint

@fluff-cember

Fandom: Final Fantasy IV TAY

Pairing: Golbez x Kain

Post-Canon; Golbez (+ Lunarians) live in / close to Baron; Established GolKai

"I was thinking, if I would be able to-"

"Mother! Father! I need your help!"

Golbez looked up from his report as Ceodore stormed into the throne room. Cecil and Rosa sat up a bit straighter as well, immediately alarmed. Ceodore rarely used that type of tone. Usually sticking to the principle that he was a knight of the Red Wings before he was the prince, so he needed to use some amount of decorum with the king and queen. But not right now. He wasn't even properly wearing his armour at the moment. Not to speak of the fact that he clearly hurried all the way here. So something urgent must have happened. And yet, he also shot a brief look at Golbez. Something urgent reflected in his eyes.

Golbez started to analyse his stance, as well as the demeanour with which he had rushed in. If it had been something related to the Red Wings, or a threat of a similar kind, he would have kept the professional distance he normally held. So it was something more personal.

"What can you do to help someone who's feeling sick to the stomach. Preferably someone who doesn't want white magic to be used!" he all but screamed.

Golbez raised his eyebrows. Most people would go to a white mage with the smallest of symptoms. Golbez' was rather assured that most humans and Lunarians had become too spoilt by the mere existence of white magic for ailments like this. So that Ceodore was dealing with someone who didn't like that made him suspicious.

Simply because there was only one person who he could possibly mean. Golbez bowed in front of Cecil and Rosa, looking up to see Rosa nodding at him, dismissing him effectively. As he walked out of the throne room, he kept his back straight and his posture fixed. It wouldn't do to make them worry by rushing. Though it didn't help him that he didn't know an answer to Ceodore's plight himself. Yet, Golbez did know that they had one or two books on herbology at home. Kain always calling them old relics left by his mother. When Golbez knew, full well, that he had memorised the contents.

Instead of rushing home, Golbez teleported. While it might be considered a waste of magic, he didn't care. If Kain really was sick, he needed to take the fastest route possible. Though, he was puzzled. Kain hadn't shown signs of sickness, when Golbez had left in the morning. He shook his head and entered the house.

"Kain?" Golbez called out.

As if on cue, he heard sounds coming straight from the bathroom. Coughing and hacking sounds. Golbez rushed there, having half a mind to put his papers on the next flat surface, his heart starting to beat faster and faster. Kain had seemed perfectly healthy in the morning. And now he was sick.

Though, Golbez had to entertain the possibility that Kain had just faked his well-being. To not worry, Golbez. He supposed both of them could be stubborn like this when it came to their well-being. They definitely would need to have a talk about that. But only once Kain was feeling better again. Right now, that was more important. As he looked inside, Golbez saw Kain sitting on the ground, looking up shortly, before throwing up right again into the bucket he was clutching in his hands. Or rather, dry heaving into it. Golbez was right by his side, crouching down next to him, holding his hair back as well as letting his hand glide over his back.

Kain leaned against him once he was done. Golbez decided not to look into the bucket. Ceodore had been right to rush to the castle. This was not good at all. He would need to get Kain into bed, tugged in, and then search through the books in the house. For some sort of remedy.

"Sorry," Kain mumbled.

Golbez shook his head and helped Kain to his feet. He waited until Kain had rinsed out his mouth, before picking him up in his arms. Golbez also would need to make sure Kain got something to eat into his stomach. He was already eating too few to be considered healthy anyway. And now he had probably thrown up the food of the last few days in one go.

Golbez carried him to their bedroom, laying him down on the bed and tucking him in. Taking in his appearance while he was at it. He was paler than usual, eyes rimmed red, glistening. His voice had been rough, something Golbez should have expected. If things got worse, he would get FuSoYa so he could treat Kain with white magic. And he would accept no arguments against it.

"Mint…helps…" Kain rasped.

Golbez looked up at him and sighed. He brushed some hair out of his face, frowning at the way his forehead was burning. Next time, Golbez would need to pay better attention. He should have definitely noticed something was up. For now, he would be thankful he wouldn't need to scour the books.

He nodded and added some additional blankets to the bed. Just to be sure. So Kain could warm himself up properly. Later, he would make him take a bath and air out the room. And everything else he would somehow improvise. Especially the food.

"You stay here. I'll make you a tea, alright? And see what else I can do. I'm back right away," Golbez whispered.

Kain sighed but nodded. Ultimately snuggling into the blankets, as Golbez left. He went to the kitchen, put a kettle on the stove, filling it with water to heat it up. Tea certainly would not be the only thing he could do, though. Maybe he could grind some of the leaves to a paste. Though, judging from the overall situation, he would need to get some actual medicine as well.

Golbez groaned as he searched through the cabinets to find the mint leaves. Kain rarely used them for cooking and only really when either of them were in the mood for a mint tea. Finding actual medicine in a country that had become too spoilt by white magic would be a hard task. So perhaps he would need to scour through the book later. Once Kain was asleep. And then sent Ceodore to get whatever he was missing from mixing up medicine. Surely, the boy would come and check in on Kain later. Maybe, he had come rushing in like this because he had known he would need to alarm Golbez in some way which wouldn't be too suspicious.

He had looked at him for a moment. And Kain had not been surprised to see Golbez come home so early. As if he had been waiting for him. Well, that was a step in the right direction, he supposed. Once found, Golbez put some of the leaves aside for the tea. Once Kain was asleep, he would see what else he could do with the herb. And the other herbs they had at home. Golbez sent a silent prayer to Bahamut that both of them liked to meticulously label everything, especially ingredients. It made his task much easier.

Once the water had the right temperature, Golbez put the leaves in and made a mental note of the time. The smell already pleasantly filling the kitchen. He walked back to the bathroom, remembering that Kain had mixed up some herbal medicine recently. And he did find some ointment, conveniently placed in a box with a label 'medicine' stuck on it. One sniff told him some of them also contained mint as an ingredient. He pocketed the small jars and already got a tea cup, bringing it into the bedroom.

Kain was, thankfully, still laying in bed, watching Golbez, as he came in again. Golbez sat down by the bed, placing the tea cup, as well as the ointment jars, on the bedside table, before brushing some hair from Kain's face again.

"Next time, tell me something wrong before I leave, alright?" he said.

Kain nodded, eyes drooping slightly. Golbez sighed, yet smiled, resisting the urge to bend down and place a kiss on Kain's forehead. The smell of mint having followed him into the bedroom as well. He actually hoped it would work a little bit, though Golbez knew better than to mistrust Kain's knowledge about things like this. He had survived for years without white magic, after all.

The smell seemed to calm Kain down somewhat as well. Or at least it seemed to help him breathe a bit easier. Golbez smiled as Kain closed his eyes again. He stood up to get the tea. Just so he could cuddle with Kain a little, to get him to fall asleep. And then he would go and see what else he could do with the mind leaves they had lying around in the kitchen, to help Kain feel better.