Sentinels and Guides;

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Sentinels and Guides Shipping Meme
A Sentinel!AU Meme

 

There are special people in the world: Sentinels--whose five senses are incredibly enhanced, sometimes to the point of overwhelming and who can easily lose themselves in fugue states--and Guides, the empaths with the ability to ground a Sentinel and focus them. Meant to be the protectors of the Guides, for every Sentinel there exists a guide that is their perfect match. In some universes, when matches are made, a Sentinel and Guide form a soulbond to fill the feeling of emptiness.

How easy was it for you to find yours? How are Sentinels and Guides treated in your universe? Or maybe you're one of the normal, unremarkable people. Do you fear Sentinels and Guides? Despise them?

 

Rules
1) Post with your character/canon in the subject header.
2a) Choose whether your character is a Sentinel or a Guide
or
2b) If you don't know or don't care, just leave it blank!
3) Information about Sentinels and Guides can be found here and here. Information on 'The Sentinel' which this meme comes from can be found here.

 

4) All the tagging! Have fun 8D

Prompts
oo1. The Meeting: 
How did you meet? Was it at an event organized specifically for finding your other half? By accident? Did you follow a mystical calling to them? Some other way?

oo2. The Bonding: 
Do Sentinels and Guides in your universe soulbond? How does it go down? Is there a ceremony or do you just retreat to the bedroom?

oo3. Rejection: 
Sometimes Sentinels or Guides propose a match but it's just not perfect. You don't feel the pull or maybe you think there is someone better or maybe you're already claimed. Maybe you were claimed and someone better came along?

oo4. Protection: 
Sentinels are meant to protect Guides, any Guides, but it's even worse when they feel their Guide is in danger. They go feral; blind to anything but stopping and killing whoever threatened their Guide or the bond. Maybe someone attacked your Guide or you haven't bonded yet and you feel threatened or maybe you're the one doing the threatening. Whatever the reason, Sentinels in a feral state are dangerous and only their Guides can stop them.

oo5. Lost: 
Sentinels often lose themselves in their senses. Either you're a Sentinel who has lost themselves or a Guide that has stumbled on one or a friend trying to draw them out. Unbonded Sentinels will find it hard to escape without a Guide. Or maybe you're bonded already which means you just need yours to come home.

006. Persecution: 
Sometimes normal people or the government fear the power of Guides and Sentinels. Guides are empaths, feeling the emotions and sometimes passing thoughts of others and it can make people feel violated. Sentinels often have enhanced strength, which can make them dangerous. So they scorn them, hurt them or in the case of governments, regulate them.

oo7. Death: 
Unbonded Sentinels and Guides eventually lose themselves to the empty cavern inside them. Torn apart from the inside by the feeling of something missing. Breaking the soulbond of a Sentinel and Guide is agonizing and horrifying, leading quickly to death for the remaining partner. 

oo8. Old-School: 
Guides used to be treated on the same level as slaves. Unable to work unless their Sentinel said. Not allowed out on their own. They used to wear collars and couldn't own land or inherit money. Maybe the old ways haven't completely fallen out of style. 

oo9. Unbonded: 
Nothing is worse than being an unbonded Guide or Sentinel. Always looking for your other half to fill that empty feeling but you probably have friends that aren't your match or who are trying to set you up with someone. Maybe you're skeptical about the whole love at first sight thing and haven't been looking.

o10. Wildcard: Some mish-mash of the above or anything else you can come up with!

Image from weheartit / original meme by imadeamistake 

Comments

[jumpthegun]

John feels the concern, but he's not quite sure how to parse it in the moment or what it might mean in this context. There's trepidation on both their sides? He'll have to examine it a little more closely later.

For now, he hums agreement about the deep comment. He'd really rather not gag on Gladio's cock, and he suspects the other man is keen to avoid it, as well. This should be nice, pleasant on both sides. John does at least enjoy giving oral, in general, so when he does sink a bit further down, it's easy enough to work his tongue against Gladio.

In the absence of spoken words, John reaches tentatively across the Bond, consciously regulating his pheromones to match, and give the Sentinel an idea of how they might communicate when John's otherwise occupied like this. There's a sense of inquisitiveness, then a sharp snap of focus.

Are you paying attention?

Then another pulse of inquisitiveness.

Understand?

[iwillshieldhim]

No one wants to sit there and gag the first time they suck cock (unless they are into that.) Gladio definitely wants this to be an option in the future, so damn right he's keen on making sure it doesn't happen to John if he can help keep it that way. His cock speaks its own language, pulses of his heart and tiny twitches that encourage more from John's mouth, though all muffled by the membrane of latex covering it.

Though there is a brief moment where Gladio goes quite still, when the 'snap' comes across the Bond and his attention diverts into trying to figure out just what he felt. He can smell John all around him with only the vaguest hints of his own scent, a combination strong and sure and welcomed, but John is gaining understanding over the Bond faster than he is so it takes time.

Even if he doesn't consciously understand, John clearly has his attention, and the second attempt at 'speaking' gets some better results as Gladio thinks John is questioning, curious. He focuses enough on the Bond to be able to send something back, though it's less specific - something much like approval.

[jumpthegun]

John's working on figuring out a rhythm now, bobbing his head up and down one Gladio's cock and bringing his hand into play to cover what part of the shaft his mouth doesn't. The approval comes back through the Bond, and he all but purrs around the other man in his mouth. They're both going to need to work on the nature of the communication, but John imagines it will come in handy, especially when they can do it with less blaring and blunt signals at each other.

It's only once he's established his rhythm, steady with his lips wrapped firmly around his Sentinel, that John reaches out again. He lifts up to the crown and looks at Gladio with intense heat.

Pleasure, happiness, contentment. He's pleasing his partner. Better to let him know this is going well for him, as well. He also sends along surprise and then pleasure.

Surprised I like this.

[iwillshieldhim]

"S'all... about making them feel good," Gladio murmurs, a bit of a slur to his words as he briefly focuses more on the pleasure than what's coming out of his mouth. Shit, for a man who hasn't done this before, he's definitely got the right ideas on it. Gladio does have to fight the natural urge to thrust up into that wet heat, his eyes all but burning as he watches John.

Gladio's working on learning this new communication. Ends up sort of mis-understanding John's intentions on what he's trying to get across. Surprise about... what? Pleasure, going well? Maybe? His brows furrow, some of his attention divided away from a gods damned blowjob which says something, and rumbles aloud. The internal emotion is perhaps more obvious - confusion, but pleasure. Yeah, he's confused and John's mouth is on him and it's nearly back to a 'what's not sexy' statement, but he's still giving it the best go he can.

[jumpthegun]

Hmm... maybe he'll try working on more complicated things later. That confusion is what's coming through. John sends back contentment again, lust. And he takes Gladio just a little deeper the next time he goes down... mostly by accident as his own attention is divided. John manages not to gag, but does pull off completely for a moment, licking along the underside of Gladio's length a few times.

"I like the way you feel." Honestly more than he expected. "Sorry. Seeing what we can do for communication across the Bond. I'll leave off. Divided." Attention, he means. But John is wrapping bright pink lips around the other man again, putting more of his focus on that to pull Gladio on to his peak.

[iwillshieldhim]

"I can feel it- just not- shit," he breathes out hard as John's lips took him in again, his hips briefly lifting despite his attempts to keep them down. "Hard to concentrate with your lips on my cock." Just going to breath that out and grip what of John's hair he can hold.

"Long as I don't need to read the dictionary to translate, just- fuck- keep it coming." It feels different with the condom on, less intimate, less wet, but still hot, still John and the visuals are worth twice the feeling.

[jumpthegun]

John pulls back when Gladio bucks up, but there's a part of him that's rather pleased he can get the other man to lose control, even if it's only for moments at a time. The fingers twisting into his damp hair are also something to ground him, the tug a focus point for him.

When Gladio asks for him to keep it coming, the Guide gets an idea. The other man will feel something amused, something mischievous across the Bond. It's followed up by a hard spike of lust, then a sense of relaxation.

Just let go.

The Guide sucks hard on the head of Gladio's cock, uses the tip of his tongue to swirl around it when he's at the top. His hand works the shaft more vigorously.

[iwillshieldhim]

Maybe, without him focusing as much on what John's sending, he's starting to get it a little more unconsciously. Gladio groaned as his head fell back, finally looking away as he got more into it. John seemed to handle the lift of his hips well enough, so he let some of his control go, breathing picking up as he moved slow, thrusting up steady, testing the waters.

"Fuck, you're full of shit, telling me you haven't done this before." The words just fall, a grunt following them. How much instruction would John take? "Keep fisting me-" another thrust up into John's fingers curled around his cock, "can use that mouth elsewhere."

[jumpthegun]

The comment actually pulls a smug grin from John, which forces him to pull off to avoid sinking his teeth into Gladio by accident. "I've had enough of them to have an idea," he returns. But he is more than willing to take instruction that will make it better. This has all been pretty standard as far as John knows. He keeps running his hand up and down Gladio's shaft, rolling his thumb over the head with each pass.

"Where d'you want my mouth?" That sounds... a hell of a lot dirtier than John really meant it to be. Well, if you're going to start. "It can go anywhere you like."

[iwillshieldhim]

"Quick fucking learner, then," Gladio's tone is dry on top of the lust thick in it, the corner of his mouth lifting as he brings up his head to look down at John. ...Shit that sight is beautiful.

His fingers tightened slightly in John's hair, guiding with his hand as much as his words. "Real sensitive further down. Reason I like my balls touched." There's no point in being ashamed in what he likes, not when John's asking for it, but he'll add, "what about you? Tell me what you like... or better yet, show me?"

[jumpthegun]

Oh. John was more thinking he wanted the insides of his thighs teased, but this works. Gladio will get a splash of uncertainty before it resolves into determination to please and interest. It's not often he's asked someone to use their mouth down there, but it's just something that hasn't particularly occurred to him to do.

At the urging of the Sentinel's hand, John dips his head lower between the other man's legs, chin nearly resting on the bedspread as he works out a comfortable angle for what he's doing here and continuing to pump the other man's shaft. As with the first test with his cock, the Guide's initial lick is tentative. This is skin-on-skin... no condom separating them. He's also exceedingly gentle and he explores beyond that, running the tip of his tongue around each. Gladio's scent was strong before, but with his nose down like this, the Sentinel is all John can really smell, and it's making him a little dizzy with want as the blood flows down to harden his own cock. He's trying to be good and not get distracted again, but the Guide can't help shifting, trying to get some friction against his length in the bed sheets.

[iwillshieldhim]

He wasn't about to push too hard, but John had asked for guidance, so he was giving it. John will get rewarded for his push of his boundaries with a low moan from his Sentinel, the surge of lust that comes through the bond. Shit, he's always liked the feeling and there's something about the mix of knowing it's John's first attempt, his desire to please, and the trickling in of John's rising arousal all mixes together into something beautifully heated in his gut.

"Yeah... yeah, just like that." His hand in sandy hair tightens. With every passing second of his need, the scent grows, as a Sentinel is meant to do, but hells... he wants John in the worst way, cock throbbing in the other's hand.

[jumpthegun]

The praise earns another spike of arousal from John and a happy hum; though, it's less purposeful and more just something to meet what's coming at him, this time. There's also not a small bit of smug pride. He's never done this and he's still doing well. Still got it, Watson. Granted, he'd had it earlier when he wasn't pressing his boundaries earlier, but this is more proof to himself that there are things he can learn and try that are new and that he'll actually enjoy. This really isn't as tedious as he imagined it to be. It always feels nice getting a blowjob. John's never actually been certain that it was wholly enjoyable for his partners. Now? Well, now, he's still not sure, but some of them had to like it.

The Guide leaves off just licking and curls his tongue around one of Gladio's ball's drawing it into his mouth and mouthing it with his lips, sucking lightly. That scent is making him want to drop this entirely, though, and crawl up Gladio's body to rub himself off the Sentinel. Maybe if he'd realized the Bond would be quite like this, he wouldn't have fought against any potential for it for years. Then again, if he hadn't waited, he wouldn't have met Gladio. Trade offs.

Worth the wait.

[iwillshieldhim]

Gladio's always been one to enjoy any kind of pleasure he can give his partner. While he hasn't bottomed very often, the rest is always welcomed. John may or may not be shocked at what Gladio's done in the past, but he's not ashamed of any of it. There might be a part of him that enjoys teasing his partners out of their orgasm, seeing how far he can draw them long until they all but beg for it, then finally giving it to them.

Or a fast fuck up against the wall. Also good.

He wouldn't have complained if John did exactly what he was thinking. Not for a second. As it is, he has every intention of making sure that the world knows they're bonded before they leave this room, whether John gets the scent on him or he has to do it himself. Gladio's thighs are spread wide for John, a thick thigh to either side as he lifts his hips to give John a better angle, the low sounds leaving him proof of his words about just what he likes.

Fate had brought them together for a reason. Gladio's damn sure of it now.

"Fuck, John... faster-" His breath hitches in that very tell-tale way of a man getting close.

[jumpthegun]

Faster he says. Well, give the man what he wants! In a moment.

John opens his hand instead of keeping on and licks up between Gladio's balls, along the shaft and to the crown. While the Guide doesn't entirely trust the Sentinel's control to keep himself still at this point, he does deign to suck hard on the head for a moment, wrapping his lips around Gladio's length again.

The latex is a strange taste on his tongue after having the rest of Gladio unsheathed. John decides to return his mouth to those parts, pumping the Sentinel's length while he dives back down to nose and lick at the other man's sack until he comes. The Guide's own length is flushed and wanting, pre-cum beading the head where it's trapped between his stomach and the covers.

[iwillshieldhim]

Gladio tries to bite back a curse and fails when John's mouth briefly surrounds him again, the heat a cue towards something he damn well knows he wants but fuck he can wait for. His hand in John's hair tightens and his hips jerk, only slightly, showing that the control he has on himself is failing in light of how much he wants this right now and how far along he is.

It doesn't take more than another minute before Gladio's body tightens, tiny muscles drawing him up and twitching beneath John's nose and mouth, and he groans hard when he finally finds his release. The condom contains the mess, and from the sight of it there's no small amount of it, as Gladio lets himself finally buck up fully into John's stroking hand.

When he finally sags back against the mattress, all at once, the weight's enough to make the bedframe briefly croak in protest before settling, Gladio laying there, breathing hard, eyes closed. Pure relief-pleasure-good flows through the Bond to soothe over the rush from moments before, the feeling like a muscle relaxing into smoothness after a long day.

[jumpthegun]

There's a sympathetic twitch of John's cock when the Sentinel comes off, and his body flushes with warmth. His breath comes shorter as he lifts his head and licks along Gladio's slowly softening length, riding out the high with the other man. It's too much to hold back on for long, though. The Guide's own need has only mounted, and he pushes himself up to crawl up Gladio's body and settle half atop, half against his side.

His heavy cock bobs between his legs as he moves, wanting for release. John isn't shy about it as he maneuvers so that one of Gladio's thighs is between his legs. When the Guide lowers himself, it's to nip and lick at his Sentinel's neck and under his chin while John ruts against the other man.

"I want your teeth on my mark. Mm... when I come. I want..." A lot of things, but that's all that's coherent in his head at the moment.

[iwillshieldhim]

Shit, just- fuck- give him a few seconds. Or, don't, and tell him that. Gladio groans low, surprised to feel anything left in the form of arousal on the heels of his release but there's a twitch out of his softening cock even if that's not happening again for a while. John's quite literally rutting against the thickness of his thigh and asking him for that before he can even get his mind back together and he is a lucky Sentinel.

Gladio reaches over and grasps John's chin, bringing him into a deep kiss while the arm around John brings his hand around to his ass, gripping hard on the flexing muscle and helping John to bring his hips in even harder. "You've got it, anything you want, babe." He used the grip on John to pull him up higher, so that he could nose against John's neck, breathing in deep on his scent and feeling like it that scent goes straight through him. It's so strong with how aroused John is, and he could have happily drowned in it right now.

[jumpthegun]

Being called 'babe,' rather than being the one calling someone that would be more jarring if John weren't completely lost in Gladio's scent and his own arousal. He'll have to think about how he likes the pet name later. Maybe when they're alone. He might have more objections around other people.

The Guide is fully responsive to Gladio's direction, moaning into the Sentinel's mouth as he's pulled higher. The hand on his backside is nice, he decides. But just about anything Gladio does to him at this point would be very nice. John stretches out his neck instinctively at Gladio's nuzzling. A part of him had thought about marking the Sentinel a bit more, himself, but that's left to the wayside for now as he works himself against the other man's hard muscles.

It would a little more embarrassing how quickly he's approaching his own peek if he hadn't just gotten Gladio off, but as is...

"Getting close. Mm... close. God, you feel good." The Bond pulses with lust, excitement, mild disbelief that he's actually doing all of this and it isn't just a dream.

[iwillshieldhim]

The 'babe' just sort of happened, without Gladio even thinking about it. He doesn't use that kind of pet name any where else, so at least John doesn't have to worry about it outside of the bedroom. As Gladio comes further out of his post-orgasm bliss, he starts to rock back against John, giving him something more to move with, their bodies syncing up through instinct and the feeling from the Bond. Gladio's hyper-aware of the feeling, almost overwhelming like trying to stroke his cock right now when it would be too damn much, but he's not complaining. It feels incredible in his mind, as much as John does against his body.

"Wanna feel you come," Gladio murmurs, his mouth finding the Bonding mark and sucking gently against it, threatening his teeth but not biting, not yet. He can taste John against his tongue, something soothing and warm and enveloping... huh. It takes a moment of concentration, but John will pick it up immediately as Gladio's own scent grows significantly stronger, brighter and sharper, as he bothers to force some produce without something in the room that would normally trigger the dominating effect.

[jumpthegun]

John's already fairly consumed by the scent and feel of the other man, but the additional release of pheromones leaves him ever more wanting. His world has narrowed down to the room, to the bed, to just Gladio moving against him. The Guide groans as his Sentinel just teases at the mark. He should probably be a bit less wanton, but with Gladio forcing the release of his pheromones, John responds to them fully as the other man's Guide.

His nails dig into the skin on Gladio's shoulder as John speeds up his thrusts, eyes closed and panting. He can taste The Sentinel with every breath, and it's almost maddening with how intoxicating it is. "Need you." Everything starts to tense, "Please let me." Come, he means. He's not even entirely sure why he's asking permission. It's going to happen in very short order here, whether Gladio agrees or not.

[iwillshieldhim]

...Fuck, is John begging for it? Asking permission? Even if his body can't fully respond to that, the wave of arousal that comes on the heels of that realization is undoubtedly felt by John as well. The grip on his arse certainly has to be as it squeezes harder.

He moves his mouth to John's ear, licking his own lips that suddenly feel dry before he grins. "Come for me, my Guide," he whispers, then shifts his mouth and does just as John originally asked for.

There's a surge through both of them as Gladio bites down roughly on the Bond mark, his whole body shuddering as it feels like an echo of something far bigger than himself.

[jumpthegun]

The bite is like a trigger and sparks through him, filling up some empty space the Guide hadn't even realized was there until Gladio had first bitten him. Well, he'd realized it was there, but he hadn't realized how cavernous it was until Gladio's scent and presence were pushed inside, fitting perfectly into the space.

John all but screams, forgetting his volume once more as he comes hard against Gladio. Nails scrabble against skin, and he continues to rut for a few more seconds, release slick and hot between his body and Gladio's. Eventually, he relaxes, though, sliding more fully to Gladio's side and just going boneless beside him. Across the Bond is contentment once more, a quieter, calmer affection as the Guide nuzzles against his Sentinel still.

"'S good. You're good."

[iwillshieldhim]

Elsewhere in the suite, three heads come up and turn in the vague direction of the bedroom. One adjusts his glasses knowingly and sighs before returning his attention, as much as he could, to the paperwork in front of him. One blinks, then slowly blushes pink as he realizes what he heard. One also blinks, then rolls his eyes and drags down the second into a kiss.

Gladio, though, gets a first class view of that whole moment and damn. John is never allowed to mention being old for any reason because no 'old' man can move that well. Instead, he's lazily grinning, stroking his fingers over John's back and arse, enjoying that feeling that comes across the Bond, warm and content. "...you're good."

He noses gently against the Bond mark to ease any sting of his bite, then lets himself relax for a while. A while is all they get, though, because some time later (roughly 20 minutes), there's a knock at the door. There's a 'yo' through the door that Gladio immediately knows is Noct.

"Yeah?" Without getting up.

"Iggy's almost got dinner ready if you two are coming. ...And I mean to dinner."

Shit. Gladio couldn't help but laugh a little, snag a pillow, and wham it into the door. "We'll be there, yeah, yeah." John will hear the muttered 'brat'.

[jumpthegun]

John lets the other man pet and soothe him, enjoying it until the attention to his neck becomes a little too much, and he pulls Gladio into a good long snog with no real purpose except to enjoy the intimacy. He feel loose, at ease with everything in the sanctity of their room. That changes at the rap on the door. While Gladio takes it in good humor, John freezes feels more than a little embarrassment wash through him at Noct's interruption and sniping. A part of him wants to bury his face in Gladio's neck and not let them leave the room again. Ever. But the more pragmatic part says he's going to have to deal with the rest of the lads soon, knowing that they know... things. Ignis had certainly been on the nose about Gladio and John carrying on. That shout had likely alerted Noctis and Prompto.

It's only a few seconds before John's pulling off, sitting back on his heels. He places a finger to Gladio's lips to stop him saying anything or rising. "Stay here. I'll get something to clean you up." So much for that lovely shower they'd taken.

The moves off the bed and into the bathroom, finding one of the washcloths from earlier. He gives himself a quick wipedown, then a slightly more thorough one on second thought. Ignis might not be able to smell anything, but Noct and Prompto are going to when John comes out of this room reeking of Gladio's scent. Not that there's a problem that they know, but John feels like he should maintain some semblance of decency by letting some of his own scent shine through.

"So, you, uh... you always have dinner together?" John has finished up and rinses out the washcloth before bringing it out to wipe down Gladio, starting with his side and hip.