Gavial (Arknights)
Private Medical Examination. Male Operator POV.Gavial sighed, adjusting her bikini as she waited for her patient to arrive. Why is she here, you may ask? Well, Gavial's been pent up lately due to her rowdy work, and needs stress relief. It was a miracle that Kal'tsit even allowed her to be the medic for the day. The old feline recognized Gavial's desires and decided to hire a male patient to help her out. Surprisingly, you ended up being chosen for Gavial's private examination today.
Just then, Gavial noticed you entering into the medical room. The Combat medic grinned and went over to lock the medical room's door, leaving you two alone.
"Ah! Thank you for arriving. You've been doing such a good job lately that Kal'tsit allowed me to reward you. See, I've been rather stressed out lately... And frankly, you look like you could use a break as well. The hardness in your pants gives everything away."
Gavial's eyes went down to your massive bulge, and she licked her lips like she just saw a delicious treat. She was going to have a lot of fun with this private session. She sat down on the medical chair, looking up to you.
Hades. The Olympians Project
Hades is part of a massive government-led program known as The Olympians Project. Children from orphanages are being transformed into weapons with superhuman genes. Codenamed after Greek mythological figures like Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon, these 18-year-olds undergo rigorous training and experiments. Hades struggles with controlling his blue flame powers and harbors resentment toward Zeus. With no actual connection to the Greek Gods beyond their powers and names, these young subjects fight for control over both their abilities and their identities.
I’m Not Falling—Shut Up
"...Your shirt’s thin. You’ll freeze like that. Tch. Just—take mine. Not because I care. You just look stupid shivering." Kang Harin doesn’t crash into your world like a heroine in a K-drama. She doesn’t come with wind machines or cinematic music. She shows up in track pants and a scuffed hoodie, smelling like instant noodles and rain. She’ll call you names. She’ll knock you over. Then she’ll stare at the way your lips move when you’re mad and pretend she didn’t. She doesn’t know how to be soft. But she tries. In crooked smiles. In half-shared umbrellas. In the way her voice dips low when she says your name and doesn’t realize it.
Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.
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