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@itsagentzero
"Hold on tight because I don't slow down for stragglers."
Independent, multiverse, multiship, single muse OC RP blog for Christopher Laverty. Based in the MCU / Marvel Comics. Crossovers easily with modern fantasy, dystopian and apocalyptic settings.
Dave. 21+. GTM-5.
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An eyebrow was cocked up. ‘Feisty’ wasn’t really a word he wanted to hear in the context of MI6; his agents had to be subtle, blend in, disappear in the shadows if need be. It was a terrible idea to idolise Bond on that matter. “Not in trouble,” Mallory assured. “But this is a fair warning: you should be careful. Not many get to be a Double-O agent.” Or stay in that position. Unfortunately it was known to be a rather short-lived privilege for many.
“If you really want that Double-O rank, you can’t be hot-tempered. You need to keep calm and keep a level head. And please...don't pattern yourself on certain other agents." His brow rose. They really didn't need a second 007...
Chris listened to every word carefully, weighing every bit of it. The message was clear: talent alone was not enough to achieve his goals, and his stark blue eyes locked onto the idea that maybe he was good enough already in the physical aspect, but it was another kind of skills what he needed to polish or develop to truly impress the higher ups.
"I don't believe I'm hot-tempered," he noted, although those words were probably not too believable in the context of what they were discussing. His strength of will was something he'd have to prove over time.
"When you say don't pattern yourself on other agents... Do you actually have someone in mind whose behavior I should avoid?" he asked, sharp and precise. "I don't care for gossip, but I certainly would appreciate to know what to avoid."
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Tyler was breathing hard and fast as he stood there. His hands and body busied. With Sage away and who have been for weeks doing who knows what, but most liking causing destruction in their wake. The scientist always choose this moment to test Tyler, he had been created from Sage and a powerful mutant who carried him before passing when she gave birth to him. The male's powers active before birth and even after birth. He was Sage most prize and successful experiment. Sage had never been able to create and make a weapon like this before. Tyler was a special.
The male cuts slowly healing as he closed his eyes, dried blood on his skin, shirtless. He sense another and turned around. "I forgot you have access to the garden," he spoke as he looked at Chris. "It seems today that the doctors are not interested in you or your abilities."
Living as an experiment wasn't the best experience, Chris could confidently say. Still, between all the different people that the organization kept to build their army of supernaturals, he was aware that he had rather easy time... He wasn't a weapon, per se. A good soldier, sure; but unlike others in the facility, he wasn't a threat on a big scale. If anything, Chris was damage control.
So they used his power nullification whenever they needed someone to fall in line. That made him useful while also ensuring that he knew everybody around. Chris had grown quite fond of a few of the other experiments, and that's why he regularly checked up on them.
"Nobody's misbehaving today, so there's no need for me and my almighty power of cockblock," he greeted, dark humor in his voice as he took a few steps closer to truly examine Tyler. There was concern in his eyes, the genuine kind.
"Does it hurt? I have a few painkillers in my backpack if you need..."
"My apologies, condescension wasn't my intention." The English Ekon was quick to gently admit with an apologetic bow of his head. "Perhaps it's my accent? Some words and tone do occasionally get lost in translation." He noted playfully as a light smile pinched at the corners of his pallid cheeks.
"We'll need to start you on a round of antibiotics and conduct a number of tests just to be safe." Though quietly, he was also monitoring him his own way. He wasn't about to turn, so that was a relief, but vampirism aside, the Ekon still had a job to do and he knew that bite mark all too well.
"Do you recall what bit you?" Alex asked as casually as he could. "It seems to me those are... human teeth marks." Or undead human, to be more precise, and not the zombie variety.
The bloodloss had him a bit dizzy, for sure. Not enough to risk him fainting, but enough to know he needed medical attention before something got out of control. And he had enough experience in the field to know something could always get out of control.
Perhaps that's why he found the doctor's questions rather amusing, not to say frustrating, because he thought they would skip the whole pleasantries meant to protect the masquerade.
"Doc, let's just get this out of the way," he mused, trying to remain calm and collected through the pain of his wound and the usual restlessness of his own nature.
"I came here specifically because I was told you knew what to do with vampire bites," Chris said bluntly, making eye contact with his caretaker with solid conviction. Granted, he didn't know Alex himself was a vampire, but he wouldn't beat around the bush when his own life was on the line.
"So, please-- let's carry on."
"It's been a long time since I've been shot. Maybe guns these days hurt way less." That didn't sound very likely, but Ki often made a lot of bad choices. Watching as Chris put his gun away, he beamed brightly. He was happy to see the other relax. He had been a t least a little worried he would end up being turned away at the door.
"I'd love for you to surprise me. That's one of my favorite things about you." He winked playfully at the other. "Though you should know how hard I am to impress. You'll have to do something pretty damn amazing." He grabbed the glass that handed to him, sipping gently at the drink.
"You know I could always help you out with whatever errands you might have. And when we're free we can just stick around your apartment and have all kinds of fun." He winked at the other, flirtatious as always.
"I don't know when was the last time you got shot, but I doubt you'd want to taste the lead of my glock," Chris noted simply, wondering for a moment just how old Ki actually was. It suddenly dawned on him that he had never truly asked.
Although, he figured, it wouldn't be too good to ruin their pleasant reunion with an interrogation.
"If your idea of fun involves going to the bank in broad daylight, be my guest," Chris added, frowning his lips in knowledge that it wasn't exactly the most exciting of invitations. Still, if his vampire friend wanted to keep him company during his boring mundane responsibilities...
"Now, I might be interested in that last part. Elaborate on the all kinds of fun we could have, if you will."
Yo, I haven't forgotten about you, guys. Just having a very busy weekend. I'll catch up during the week, promise!
Sexual Preferences: bold - applies always. italic - applies sometimes. strikethrough- never applies. no change - unsure/not applicable
INCLINATIONS/HABITS: is submissive | is dominant | prefers to top | prefers to bottom | likes to switch | identifies as heterosexual | identifies as homosexual | identifies as bisexual | identifies as pansexual | identifies as demisexual | identifies as asexual | enjoys sex with men | enjoys sex with women | enjoys sex with multiple people at one time | initiates | waits for partner to initiate | spits | swallows | prefers sex in the morning | prefers sex at night | prefers sex any time | no sex drive | low sex drive | average sex drive | high sex drive | hypersexual*
BODY/APPEARANCE: small build | medium build | athletic build | muscular build | curvy build | voluptuous build | wears boxers | wears lingerie | goes ‘commando’ | shaves/waxes | doesn’t shave/wax | cup size a-c | cup size d-f | 1-5" in length | 6-9" in length | 10" or over in length*
SOUNDS: is silent / makes little to no sounds | is very quiet | is very loud | grows in volume over time | bites hand / partner / pillow to muffle themselves | calls out partner’s name | curses | fakes/exaggerates | prefers a quiet partner | prefers a loud partner | is turned on by dirty talk | is turned off by dirty talk*
TURN-ONS/KINKS: having their hands pinned | pinning their partner’s hands | having their hair pulled | pulling their partner’s hair | being watched (by their partner) | being watched (by a third party) | watching their partner | receiving oral | giving oral | calling their partner ‘daddy’ | being called ‘daddy’ | giving praise | receiving praise | biting / marking | being bitten / marked | spanking | being spanked | teasing | being teased | having toys used on them | using toys on their partner | giving anal | receiving anal | choking | being choked | dirty talk | being tied up | tying their partner up | being worshiped | worshiping their partner | humiliating | being humiliated | degrading | being degraded | knife play | blood play | being pegged | pegging
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the water was just hitting perfect levels of heat and height, with an aesthetically please array of bubbles, but the time chris walks in with the two steaming cups --- and the aroma was particularly delightful. the witch hums pleasantly as he turns around his all his glory.
❝ where'd my clothes go ? do you not want me to join you, love ? ❞ he teases with the sad kitten twinkle in his eyes and a playful pout on his plump lips; only because he knows chris wouldn't be able to deny him --- not that it was ever going to be the case. he makes slow strides up to him, gently grabbing the mugs and setting them gently down on the nearby countertop.
❝ --- i thought you'd enjoy it more if i was in there with you, darling~ ❞ the witch purrs sweetly, with his cool breath ghosting over chris' lips, as manicured hands reaches for the hem of his shirt and gradually lifts up to help him out of it.
"I guess I was just getting used to being the one to undress you, Vaughn," Chris noted, giving the other a conceited smirk as the coffees were taken from him. Naturally, the super soldier didn't fight the other's attentions at all. Not his closeness, not the cheeky way in which he pulled at the shirt until it flew off Chris' shoulders.
But, since the witch had invaded his personal space so blatantly, of course Chris closed the distance to steal a gentle kiss from his lips.
"That's an interesting color for a bath bomb," he thought aloud, reaching for his own belt and unbuckling it in a swift motion. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you wanted me to bathe in the blood of my enemies..."
A tease, nothing more. Soon his pants were pooled around his ankles and, just as confidently as he did everything else, he took his boxers off.
"And you will," Daiki added as he unlocked the doors of the car he sto- borrowed. "Do you know how long it took me to find you? Coulson wants us back safely at the base, and since we are short on agents, I had to get you as a side quest," he added, his head pointing towards the back of the car where a mysterious bag was.
"Now, get in. I hope you have whatever serum or information you were after." He added, stretching his right arm to take the bag and place it in the passenger seat. "I have some change of clothes for you in the back, under my seat. Hurry before someone notices."
Chris recognized agent Johnson the second the window rolled down, and a stark sense of relief coursed through his body at the realization that he would not need to to come up with elaborate explainations as to why he was there and why he was hurt.
"Thank you, Daiki. You're a sight for sore eyes," he mused in a more relaxed tone, moving around the car and getting in the back seat quickly.
He followed instructions simply, reaching under he driver's seat to pull a fresh, simple gray hoodie. Shamelessly so, Chris took his bloody shirt off and replaced it with the clean top.
"There was never any serum. Just attempts at creating one," he said simply, putting his own bag down. "But I flooded the place and stole a copy of their schematics for the team to analyze. I'm no scientist or anything, but it looked to me like they are getting closer and closer to making more super soldiers..."
"Hey now, don't sound too disappointed." John quipped at the mention of the hunters being sloppy, leaving him without double checking he was dead. Though he did agree. He'd just been lucky that they hadn't stuck around to finish the job, likely more concerned about being noticed. The half-wolf wasn't exactly known for being inhuman, so being caught shooting him in the gut wasn't about to win them any favours -- - morally or legally. At least, that was what he presumed. Right now, he was rather more busy trying to keep his heart rate down just to be on the safe side.
With Chris' help, he pulled himself up, a pained groan leaving him as he straightened, a hand clutching at his side. "Thanks, I'll try not to bleed over your upholstery." It might have sounded like a joke thanks to his light tone, but John meant it. The last thing he wanted was to stain the guy's car seats with blood.
He stood as carefully as he could, hand pressed hard against his wound to keep it from bleeding out. "Once we get back y'can ask all y'want over a couple dozen beers..." He admitted with another chuckle, though it was quickly cut short at the sudden sharp ache in his side as a rather nasty reminder. "Yeah... ain't gonna be runnin' no marathon no time soon, but I reckon I can make it to your car." He teased again, using that sense of humour of his to lighten the mood, even it was just his own. "Jus'."
When Chris saw the pained expression in the wolf, he immediately set into motion: feet were quick to draw him close, and his firm arms wrapped around the older man's frame. Not to carry him, of course, but to help him stand just a little firmer. To help carry the weight so making it to the car was easier with his help.
"Don't get me wrong. I'm glad that they're stupid and sloppy," he mused, taking the first steps towards the nearest back alley. "I'm just personally irked by mediocrity."
He didn't root for the hunters. If anything, Chris himself thought that threats to peaceful supernaturals had to be eliminated instead. But he knew better than to embark in such crusade, for he was hardly the target of such hate groups.
"Don't worry about bleeding on the seats. Gee. You can't be dying out here and worrying about furniture, man," he groaned, taking the invitation to add just a bit of humour to the situation. "Here, I'll help you to the passenger's seat. Keep pressure on the wound."
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"I know that look. We'll check you over as quickly as we can and you'll be out of here, all right? We just need to be sure before we let you out on your next adventure."
"No need to sound condescending, doctor. I'm not rushing you whatsoever," Chris mused simply, showing an incredibly high pain tolerance about the wound on his neck.
He was clearly bitten by a vampire... But the fact that he was standing there was a clear testament of who won that fight.
"... But perhaps I should. The blood loss is making me dizzy already."
❝ the real excitement will come when it's at night and they're basking in the moon's glow. i just hope the night sky remains clear for the rest of the week. ❞ he muses over aloud in thought as he continues in the flow state that is chris' massage when his ears perk at the suggestion. oh yes, a bath does sound lovely right about now, doesn't it ?
❝ i'm not gonna argue against that, darling ~ ❞ he's got a few bombs he's been wanting to try out. one in particular that's supposed to turn the water into a deep red with shimmering gold. said to be extra nourishing on dry skin. he doesn't waste any time in getting up, only leaving a peck on his savior's cheek in the process --- more is sure to come in the tub. ❝ consider it already drawn, sir~ ❞ he leaves him with a slight flourish in his step, already shedding off his clothing on the way to the bathroom~
Chris smiled in appreciation of the kiss and the eager way in which Vaughn left to prepare the bath. After a very long week away, the young agent was aching to ease his muscles with some warm water and good company. Everybody wins, he figured.
Much like his unlikely roommate, Chris stood up. His steps took him in the opposite direction, though: towards the kitchen.
Preparing coffee didn't take him too long. He imagined the bath would be half full by the time he was done, so he didn't rush at all. Two big cups were poured, and only then Chris made his way to the bathroom with their hot drinks.
"How's the water coming along? I'm dying to relax for a while and... Wait, where'd your clothes go?"
He was definitely going to be sore for a few days while his body flushed out the silver that had seeped into his blood, like having a bad cold or the flu, though it was certainly preferable to the alternative. The bullet wound would just heal on its own as well, it'd take a few weeks to fully heal, but that was nothing compared to if he'd been human. He wouldn't be left a scar at the end of it, and it would just leave a bit of an ache for the next while rather than incapacitate him.
Thankfully.
"I got a medical kit back at my place. Can dress it up proper once we get back." Once he regained some of his strength, unless Chris wanted to take care of it. Right now, all he could really think about was getting somewhere safe, or somewhere he felt safe, at least.
Though he did wince at the pressure on his wound, managing a pained laugh at it. "Goddamn that hurts." He groaned through a chuckle, finally beginning to push himself up into a seated position.
"Well, like I said, you're more than welcome to 'em. I'll even let y'in on my special made home brew too." An old recipe that had been passed down his family and now remained only with him. It gave the booze quite the kick. "Ready as I'll ever be."
Chris nodded, carefully weighing their options. Now that John had been stabilized and wasn't actively bleeding out, they could plan their escape. His blue eyes studied the place for a moment, making sure there were no other threats nearby before even attempting to move the wolf. A deep sigh escaped him after a moment; it seemed to be safe.
"Those hunters are sloppy as fuck. Didn't even stay to make sure you were dead," he thought out loud, tucking hihs knife back into his boot and reaching for John's arm in order to help him up.
"My car's not too far away. I can drive you home," Chris said, making sure to keep the other as steady as could be. Extra movement might make the pain worse, so he did his best to be firm but gentle in his approach. Or he tried, at least.
"You know, I'm gonna need to hear the story of how you got yourself in this situation, after I properly patch you up. And I'm definitely having that beer... You good to walk?"
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Former Hydra operatives like Chris weren't exactly popular at S.H.I.E.L.D. academy, which is why he had to navigate his social relationships carefully. Most people didn't really care that he was forced to work for the enemy team, or that he had joined the academy under an invitation of Coulson himself after his creators were executed.
So, when met with another agent in training who was actually decent to him, the young overachiever found it in his heart to be kind in return. Kind enough to slide his M&M bag towards Scarlett in a clear attempt at sharing during lunch time in the cafeteria.
"Now, you talk a big game, miss," he started, halfway through his burger. "But throwing knives are much easier to carry than arrows and faster to pull out on an emergency-"
Because, of course, he'd be nerding out about weapons.
"That's on the building manager, not me." Although they did own the building. Still, different department, not Cormac's. He lifted his gaze from the email, a soft smile playing on his lips. Chris' impromptu visits were not unwelcome, but they had happened so often that he almost expected to see Chris barging in about once a week.
He stood, stretching, and nodded. "Yeah, okay. I haven't any meeting this afternoon. Where'd you wanna go?"
Chris walked closer to the desk, the usual confidence in his steps. He had gotten to be quite familiar with that office, especially with how often he used his free time to pay his lover a visit. In fact, he went the extra mile to pull Cormac by the shirt into a kiss, just to say hello.
"You're looking extra handsome in that suit today," he murmured against his lips, lingering for a few extra seconds before he gave Cormac his personal space back.
"There is a new greek restaurant two blocks from here, next to the shopping mall. I saw it on my way here and I thought... I don't think I've ever been to a greek restaurant before. You in, stud?"
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I've gotten a new influx of followers lately so I thought I'd make a new starter call, since I'll have some free time this weekend.
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'Oh, Hi!' premiere | July 8 2025
