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onyx pt1
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Summary: You're stuck in the Avengers Compound because of an injury from your last mission, and you come across an adorable and affectionate little kitten.
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: language (no i'm not sorry, Rogers); talks of explosions and injuries sustained from explosion [let me know if i missed anything!]
Things to be aware of: one-sided crushing (but is it really…?)
An eerie silence served as your only company in the Avengers Compound the last few days, some of your teammates off to finish the HYDRA mission that left you injured while the others took time off to visit their families over the holidays. With the promise to keep their comms on in case they would be needed until the New Year.
Now all that remained in the Compound with you were a few junior agents that drew the ends of the short stick, Val, and Loki.
Sadly your teammate, friend, and occasional drinking buddy Val was out blissfully spreading holiday cheer throughout New York with her girlfriend.
And Loki? Well, the God of Mischief wasn't exactly on chummy terms with you. Didn't even so much as give you a passing glance when you were at mission briefings.
Which was a damn shame because what you would give just to get lost in those stormy ocean eyes.
You made your way to the pantry in the common room to replenish your stash of snacks, towing along a little wagon to help you on the way back. Every step had you feeling every square inch of bruising on the left side of your body that you got from being unlucky enough to be caught in the blast radius of an explosion at the HYDRA base you were trying to infiltrate with Shaun just a few days ago.
Your phone buzzed with a new message. "Speak of the devil," you muttered to yourself, seeing Xu's name on your screen as soon as you pulled up next to the elaborate barista setup, putting a few Lindor truffles in a small bag for your wagon. "Hey FRIDAY?"
"Yes, Agent Y/L/N?" the AI answered immediately.
"Could you make me a white chocolate mocha with peppermint while I raid the latest Costco delivery for uhh…supplies. Yeah, I'll go with that."
"Right away, Agent Y/L/N." The sound of the barista setup whirring to life filled the kitchen area as you checked on Shaun's message.
Thor just mentioned that he'll ask his brother to take a look at your injuries. Maybe get him to kiss it all better. He finished his text with a smirking emoji, along with some hand gestures that painted a less than family friendly picture, making you roll your eyes at the screen.
You recorded a voice memo for him. "You know that he'd need to actually be willing to look at me so that he could see the damage from the blast, right? And last I checked I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm Medusa reincarnated and I'll turn his Asgardian ass to stone."
You went on to the ridiculously stocked pantry to rummage the delivery that came just a few hours ago, trying to find a bag of Jalapeño Cheetos somewhere in the mix, when you heard a tiny meow from somewhere behind you. You looked to the ground to find a black and white munchkin cat looking up at you with wide blue eyes.
"Hi there, baby…" you cooed, surprised the adorable little creature hadn't hissed or scratched at you yet. Cats normally didn't take to you, which was a shame because you often found yourself fighting the urge to pick one up or stroke its head whenever you crossed paths with one during your errand runs. "How'd you get in here?"
The tiny kitten caught you by surprise with what it did next, walking up to your feet and proceeding to rub its cheek against your ankle, a little purr emanating from its small fluffy body. You decided to risk the hissing and scratching and bent down to pick it up, your heart melting once he placed his paws on your cheek and proceeded to nuzzle your face with his nose.
"Aren't you a complete darling." He settled into your arm as you carried him out of the pantry, a little whine escaping him when you placed him down on the counter. He stood on his hind legs and made grabby hands towards you, blue eyes wide and pleading for you to pick him back up. "Just a second, sweet baby, I'm just getting you something to drink."
You took out a tiny sauce dish and poured some cream into it, pushing it toward the kitten that responded with a slow blink and a meow before licking away at the rich liquid.
"I'm sure your owner's gonna crucify me for giving you that but I can't help spoiling little fur babies especially when they're as adorable as you are." You took a sip of the coffee FRIDAY had finished making before shouting out a question for her. "Hey FRIDAY, you have any clue who this little bub belongs to?"
It took a second for her to answer. "Negative, Agent Y/L/N. There is currently no other agent on the premises looking for their pet. I also see no collar on them and from a preliminary scan they do not seem to have a microchip on them."
Those words stopped the kitten from drinking to look up toward the ceiling and hiss at the source of the voice. He only relaxed once you started stroking his fur again, going back to drinking and letting out a few purrs along the way. "No owner, huh? Does that mean I can invoke Finders Keepers then?"
"It appears so, Agent Y/L/N. What would be your new companion's name?"
The kitten looked up at you, as if expecting your answer. You wondered briefly if he could actually understand what it was that you and FRIDAY were talking about. "How about Onyx? I know I know it's absolute garbage for originality to name a black cat after a black gemstone but--"
His eyes widened before he climbed up your arm, only stopping once he'd reached your shoulder to nuzzle at your neck again. "It seems he likes the name, Agent Y/L/N."
"Then it's settled." You placed a soft kiss on top of his head. "Hello there, Onyx."
You brought your new kitten back to your apartment, setting him down on your bed while you tried to take off your sweatshirt as gently as you could manage.
"Ah, fuck it," you hissed as you felt the bruising around your ribs, letting out a pained sound when you opted to whip the garment over your head as fast as you could instead. Your reflection revealed that the bruising on the left side of your torso was quickly becoming a frightening deep purple.
Onyx meowed from your bed, again standing on his back legs and making grabby hands at you, eyes wide with evident pain.
"What's wrong, little baby?" He placed his paws gently on your side when you made your way to him, pressing his nose to the skin near where your bruising began. "Oh don't you worry your pretty little head about those, sweetie. They'll heal…eventually."
He kept on pressing his face to the area, your heart melting for the tiny kitten even more realizing that he was pressing kisses to your wounds.
"You really are such a precious little bub, aren't you?" You picked your new kitten up, placing him on the armchair in your reading nook before setting an alarm for dinner in a few hours and settling into your bed. "Get some sleep, sweet baby Onyx. I'll see you in a few hours."
Your eyes had only closed for a few seconds before you heard another tiny meow followed by a soft thud, immediately making you sit up on the bed looking for the kitten. He'd already made his way to your bedside, standing on his back legs and reaching up trying to climb up the sheets.
"Alrighty then," you mumbled, picking him up and placing him on the pillow beside yours. You rolled over to lay on your right side to remove any pressure to your injuries the best you could, hovering your finger near Onyx's nose once you'd settled in. He leaned up and pressed his nose to your finger, paws kneading on his pillow. "Boop," you giggled. "Sweet dreams, baby."
Just as you'd closed your eyes to try catching an hour or two of rest before you had to eat again and take those pain meds that Banner prescribed you, your phone began to blare Immigrant Song way too loudly by your nightstand. There were only two contacts you gave that ringtone to and one of them was currently out with her girlfriend.
"Talk to me, Thunder," you muttered, groaning when your stretch to reach for your phone made your bruising smart a bit. "You all good over there?"
"Absolutely grand, Lady Y/N," the blond god's voice boomed from the other end. "I was just wondering if you could check on my brother, he refuses to answer his phone yet again."
"That's gonna be a hard pass from me, buddy. I've already been cut and bruised, I'm not too keen to add stabbed to that list. He's probably just practicing spells. Or out on a date." You winced at that last part, an irrational part of you flaring up with unwarranted jealousy at the thought of Loki out with just about anyone. "Just--I don't know, check up on him yourself when you get back. You can take a stab better than me anyways."
Thor sighed loudly, the low rumbling making Onyx step back from his pillow and start hissing at the phone. You stroked the top of his head to calm him down. "Very well then, Lady Y/N. Rest well. We're scheduled to return after nightfall."
"I'll have pizza here waiting for you guys. Bring your own mead." You clicked off and tried to get some sleep, having FRIDAY place an order for pizzas and wings for when the team gets back. Your new kitten padded his way over to you, resting his head on your outstretched arm and letting out a soft purr.
The sound of the Quinjet coming back roused you from your nap, along with the feel of little paws on your arm and Onyx nuzzling your cheek.
"Looks like everyone's home," you mumbled, pressing a few kisses to the kitten's head before making your way out of bed. "Come on, little baby. Time to meet the team."
With a whole lot of discomfort and groaning, you slipped your sweatshirt back on before presenting your hand to Onyx and patting your shoulder, prompting the kitten to climb up your arm and perch himself on the spot, nuzzling his face behind your ear.
The team had already arrived and filled the common area when you made your way there, some of them helping themselves to the pizza. Barnes and Wilson walked in with coolers, probably filled with chilled bottles of beer inside.
"Hey, there she is!" Shaun exclaimed, pulling out a bottle of Pepsi before making his way over to you and pulling you into an embrace. "How's the healing go--Whoa there." He took a step back as Onyx hissed in his direction. "Where'd you come from, little guy?"
You shh'd the kitten, pressing kisses to his little cheek to calm him down. "It's okay, baby, Shaun is a friend. One of the good guys." You turned back to your mission partner. "Shaun, this is Onyx."
"Always thought you were a dog person, Babes," Natasha spoke up before taking your arm and walking you to the food. "We leave for one day and you become a cat lady. Where'd you even find the time to go to a shelter and get baby blue eyes over here?"
"I didn't, actually," you answered the master assassin. "I just went to the pantry and poof there he was, meowing at my feet. Like the cat distribution system mailed him to me by magic or something." He nuzzled your cheek again before starting to knead at your face.
"And he doesn't belong to anyone? You're sure?" Shaun spoke up, backing up immediately when he tried to pet your new kitten and getting hissed at. "Easy, kitty. I'm a friend, I'm not gonna hurt you." The martial artist turned back to you. "He wasn't collared? Or chipped?"
"Nope. FRIDAY scanned him and everything."
"You wanna think about getting him chipped?"
Onyx hissed again at the question before swishing his tail around to curtain your hair around him, his little body shaking on your shoulder. As if he was silently pleading for you to not take him out to have him chipped.
"Don't you worry, baby. I won't get you chipped, I wouldn't hurt you like that," you cooed, letting out a little giggle as he placed his paws on your cheeks and nuzzled your nose, giving the tip tiny licks. You were so focused on your cat's affections that the bellowing of Thor looking for his brother was a distant muffled noise in the background.
Until he got to where you were standing and his booming voice was impossible to ignore. "What an adorable little beast you have, with you, Lady Y/N." Onyx buried himself in the crook of your neck, shaking at the sound of Thor's voice.
"It's alright, Onyx. It's just Thunder, he may be all big and menacing on the outside but he's just a fluff ball on the inside. Come on, go say hi."
The blond Asgardian approached you, examining your new pet carefully before a knowing grin graced his bearded face. "Hello, Brother."
A chill went down your spine at his words. "What the fuck d'you just say, Blondie?"
He motioned toward the kitten on your shoulder. "This is the explanation for his lack of replies on his phone. His absence from his quarters. Lady Y/N, the little beast hiding himself in your hair…is my brother. That is Loki."
In your stupor, the only words you could manage to say were, "Bitch what?!"
A/N: Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays to the members of SAS, beloved besties, and fellow whores! I've had this idea doing a slow lurky crawl in the microwave that is my writing noggin for the last few months, and I'm so excited that I finally get to share it with y'all! Part 2 is coming in a few days, and then it's a coin toss on whether I'll be trying to end the year with crossing off some things on my writing todo list, or crossing off some titles from my Tumblr TBR 😳👀
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Another Deaged Dan and Ellie or otherwise known as Crack pt7
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Diana of Themyscura had met many evil men, but few had reached the evil of Lex Luthor. He had kidnaped batmans son, tortured him in numerous ways, and forced him to create a portal? They weren't completely sure about the specifics of the machine. It was obviously a portal, but to where?
Batman had called them in after taking heavy fire when they marched on Luthor previously, and the Justice League founders were currently investigating the area.
Superman especially. He's currently in the medbay recovering from emergency surgery. His sons were sticking near him after the very near death from Luthors' new powers. Last she heard, Lois had arrived on base to support him as well.
"I already told you. They are as safe as they can be." Luthor repeated under her lassos effect. He was tied up on the floor because it was the only thing that was able to stop him from using his powers.
Zatanna and her contact were currently working on a cell for him based on the mystics. Hopefully it was soon.
"Fine. Let's try another question. How do we work the portal?" She tightened to ropes.
"I don't know. My... little badger did most of the...work."
"Don't you dare call him that!" The Red Hood stomped over, picking him up by the lapels on his suit.
"You have no right to call him anything after what you've done. You're so goaddamned lucky I ain't running this mission cause if I was, I'd have ground you to dust underneath my feet and served your head to him." He growled green reflected weirdly in Luthors eyes.
"Red Hood. Back down." Jason growled but roughly dropped him hard enough he heaved as he hit the ground and curled over.
"Never thought you'd be such a killjoy, Wayne." They didn't freeze they were all much to good to freeze, but she could tell it was a near thing.
"That's right. He told me about all of you. He was more than happy enough to tell me everything." Luthor baited them. Batman growled and approached him with a furious snarl.
"Don't let yourself be led astray by anger." Diana advised him. She received the alert that the cell was ready and loaded him up to bring him to the closest zeta. Batman watched her all the while a contrast from everyone else that avoided even looking in her direction.
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"Fuck that hurts." His son complained but didn't shy away from them. Damians never complained before. The giant yeti stood by assorted through what he can only guess as their medical supplies before finding greenish tinted bandages in strange container. He angled his body infront of Damian shielding him from whatever that was soaked in.
"What is that?" He questioned hesitantly."It's fine, Richard, it's just ecto-aids." Damian answered with full confidence. He couldn't take it any longer and pulled the last stitch through gently before rising and starting to pace erratically
"Damian. I promised myself I would take this slow, but I can't. I have no-no! idea where we are, who anyone even is, and why the fuck you're almost a completely different person." He waved his hands around erratically ignoring the yeti placing the 'ecto-aids' on the counter snd leaving.
"We-are in the Far Frozen, in the Infinate Realms where all afterlives exist together. It's the very foundation of the mulitverse."
"What the fuck are even talking about?" His jead was hurting s d he barely restrained him self from screaming in frustration.
" I am...a reincarnation of the High King Phantom, my-his real name was Danny Fenton. He was a superhero."
"I don't-no I don't understand...what- how?"
" I think i should start from the beginning. Maybe you should sit..?" His son asked his voice gentler and almost fragile. Damian wasn't fragile. He'd seen him take out mountains of goons 4 times his size, but for the first time in years, he truly looked all his fourteen years of life. He sat down beside him and bumped his shoulder a silent show of support hopefully.
"In that life my parents were scientists who studied..." For hours he listened as Damian recounted his previous life occasionally telling his own short tales to make him feel better.
"So Lex Luthor is your godfather from another life?"
"Yes, but he prefers Vlad. He doesn't mind, Mr. Luthor, but he hates Lex." Damian winced.
"Well, this is going to take a lot of adjustment. My whole view on life has been fundamentaly been altered." That is a severe understatement. He's met people who've had past lives, but knowing his own son had one was a...adjustment.
"I...understand if you want me to leave."
"What? Damian-"
"It's fine. I understand if you think I'm to..to different..."
"Damian, you are right that you're different, but we're all a little different. The whole family is batshit crazy you know. We would never kick you out."
"But I was difficult before, and now I'll be even worse. I can't even go one day without getting into fights. I'm...wrong-."
"You are perfectly fine just the way you are." He took Damian face between his hands.
"There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. I am so proud of you. You have come so far in just the short few years I've known you. You overcame your past and you can overcome this to."
"I'm scared. What if-father doesnt-...want me?" His lip wobbled, and his eyes glistened in the warm light.
"Bruce loves you. You're his son. And even if somehow Bruce doesn't, I'll be right here because you're my son too. My Robin. It's okay to be scared. Courage is not the absence of fear -"
"But the triumph over it. Do you know how many times you've told me that? I couldn't count it even if I kept a journal. I would never admit to being afraid to anyone but you." His son finished his quote.
"Then why did you run from me?" He could admit that the question had laid heavily on his mind. There wasn't anybody he trusted more than Damian, and he thought he shared the sentiment.
"I knew that if stayed I'd put them in danger." Damian tried to escape his hold on his head to look away but Dick refused to let him go.
"Who, Dami?"
"My-my...children."
"What? How? You're a-"
"It's more like incubation for ghosts. Dan and ellie, the siblings I told you about. Their bodies were injured and discorpolated to the point they had to retreat to their cores. Because of their pasts, they wouldn't have enough strength to heal, so I am hosting them." Many people have hosted...things before and he's sure ghosts are different, but he's heard of spirits and parasites before.
"Oh. That's a lot but it's not...hurting you is it?"
"Not..typically."
"What do mean?" Please don't make me lose you again.
"I needed to get to Frostbite to check if there are any complications, but because of circumstances, it's complicated." He admitted looking anywhere but his eyes.
"What circumstances? What complications?" He tried to keep the desperation out of his voice but he fears he only made himself sound frustrated.
"The Lazurus Pits. I believe they are corrupted ectoplasm. Frostbite would know more about this than i do. I believe that after I got more pure ecto, the corruption was flushed out, but I need to make sure." He makes a note to ask Frostbite about Jason later.
He opens his mouth to ask again, but Frostbite came back. "Is everything all right? Some of my people heard yelling in here?" Dick goes to speak but is interrupted before he can. Damian shakes his hands off and scoots away from him on the table.
"Everything is fine. We were just about to use the ecto-aids." Damian lied convincingly. The yeti sighed, obviously not believing his less than convincing act.
"You requested a check-up? On the young cores, am I correct?" He questioned, moving on from the subject. Dick didn't remember Damian saying anything about the cores, and he had carried him all the way here. He turned to Damian in question.
"We're ghosts, or I'm a halfa, but we do a lot of emotional speaking and sensing auras. Every core has a special ecto-signal, and most can see ecto-bonds aseell. He's obviously put the dots together. It's not hard." Damian explained. The more he learns, the more concerning it gets. He gives Damian an unimpressed look.
"Quite right. It's a special bond that traverses lifetimes that you two have!"
He turned to damian questioningly but he seemed just as lost.
"I sensed the small ecto-signal that I used to sense from your older sister. I thought you already knew?"
"No, no, I don't sense anything. Everything is diluted. I didn't even sense vlad until he was right in front of me before."
"Hmm, let's come back to this later and get you checked out first to make sure there aren't any immediate problems. I may just be mistaken. Jasmine was always a liminal. She never even reached ecto-contamination levels of a halfa." He pondered.
"Wouldn't i atleadt recognize some things if I was her? Dejavu?"
"I doubt it. You might have the soul of her, but without the ecto, you might never regain the memories."
"And we are not contaminated him just to test a theory. No experiments." Damian said with distant eyes.
"Of course, great one. It was merely a thought." And with that the conversation was over and the examination begun.
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Stephanie rubbed her eyes with expensive lotion tissues she'd called pointless, but Alfred always kept in stock. The tissue box was blue, and there was another green one beside it. The universe sure had a way of being funny.
"Care for a snack Miss Stephanie?" Alfred asked her with red rimmed eyes, he carried a plate with fancy cheeses and crackers with funny shapes.
"Thanks, Alfie." "Of course,miss." She sighed and ate the lightest cheese with an almost cat-looking shape.
"Do you want one Cass?" Cass was laying on the med bay bed with several bandages crisscrossed on her upper body. She had a heavily wrapped foot and her hair was secured with numerous brightly colored pins to keep it away from the healing scars.
She shakes her head slightly. Steph sighs and stands from the spare bed and takes the tray with her. She spares one last glance to her mourning and benched best friend.
Duke is dressed as signal sans mask bent over the batcomputer. His stance reminds her of Bruce and she can't help but smile. Duke nods his head at her.
"How is she?" He asks, typing and reading several reports. "Sad." She sets the tray on a nearby counter close enough for Duke to snack. He sighs and finally sits down in the chairs.
"Green Lanturn visited the island yesterday. He says it isn't alien."
"Which one?"
"Guy Gardner." She hums thoughtfully. She's met the guy only once before. He seemed a bit hot-headed, but she's heard of good work from him before. Jason's bike sounded out from behind them. He ripped his helmet off and slammed it down on the counter. The tray shakes, and the cheese mixes with the crackers in a pile.
"Amy leads?" She asked him ignoring his anger. He was getting better and now this.
"Do i look it panned out, blondie?" She sighed and pulled herself onto the counter.
"Zatanna had a contact look at the portal. They said it 'reeked' of death. Refused it to get any closer. Deadman is going to check it out today." Duke interupted them.
"What about Constantine?" She took the subject change.
"Still missing. Zatanna found his house yesterday. There was a note of a poker meeting in hell for a piece of his soul. Bruce thinks he lost and pissed of a demon he couldn't escape."
"You've got to be kidding me. How many people are going to go missing?" Jason started ripping off his armor and disappeared into the changing rooms. Hopefully, for a shower, he reeks.
"The Titans went back to the island today."
"How was that?"
"Raven ran into Zatanna and offered to look for Costantine in hell."
"Seriously? That's the worst idea ever."
"Batman said that to. She's probably going to go through with it still, though."
"Obviously."
"Hows your mom?"
"Good. She's worried about me. I keep telling her it's okay, but everyone knows about the cover story kidnappings by now."
" I still think the cover is bad. I'm surprised they even bought it."
"The press will buy anything that makes cops look bad. After that shootout at the mall last week, not a single person got hurt apart from some bruising, but everyone is dumping on the pigs now. Bruce is pissed."
"True. It was just some desperate kids trying to get quick cash anyway. They didn't even have bullets. Now all i get from Bruce is that I should have stopped them from pistal whipping that security guard."
"No shit?" The zeta tube rang out suddenly.
"Spoiler. Signal. Gather the others. We have a lead.
Fucking finally.
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Dick Grayson was no stranger to restless nights. Being a circus act turned vigilante, he'd been used to working well through midnight. Then he became a cop then Bruce 'died', and he quit. Then he came back and he had to say bye to his son and took a gymnastics training job. Much more flexible hours but just as exhausting. Classes, people, and training all day. It challenged even his extroverted attitude.
The coffee in this dimension wasn't anything like his own. It had an almondy taste to it, and he'd assume it was poisoned if he hadn't already drunken 2 cups a day since he got here.
It never got cold even if he left it out all day in the biting storms outside. It would be a little watery but still hot. He very much enjoyed that. He could drink room temperature coffee, but he still hated it.
They'd been staying at a log cabin in the Far Frozen since they got here four and half weeks ago. He'd questioned just about every yeti and random ghost about raising ghostlings, and hes pretty sure they run in terror when they see him coming by now. He sighed and set down his empty mug.
He spends just about everything day questioning ghosts, Frostbite visits, and spending time with Damian. Rinse and repeat. Don't get him wrong, he loves spending time with damian it was just hard. It's obvious they're running out of time. Bruce will get the portal fixed one way or another and come get them, and damian is scared out of his mind.
His nightmares haven't been this bad in years. It's gotten to the point that Damian starts out the night in his bed. Damian didn't talk in his sleep before it was mainly mumbled. Now it's all he hears.
(Please...I'm alive-im alive-im a real...person)
He gets his own nightmares as well. He sees Danny on the table. Strapped down, his hair, a white dewy halo. His green eyes glow, unseeing. A mix of red and green blood surrounding them. He's struggling with the wounds. Pushing the organs back in. Taking out the rib stretcher. Pushing them back in. Stapling his skin. His hands are covered in blood, both green and red. He thinks they might be a mix of Jazzs memories and his own imagination.
The toaster popping up pulls him from his thoughts. He picks up the burning bread. Swearing loudly and tossing the bread from one hand to the other all the way to the plate. Why didn't he just grab the plate? God he's fucking dumb.
The oven timer beeps, and he grabs his much needed mitt. He pulls out the golden brown biscuits. Alfred would be proud. He's not a bad cook, no matter what the others say. He's just a distracted and experimental one. Alfred often banned him from his experiments growing up trying to cook his parents' meals from memory. Alfred had, of course, pulled up recipes and even made calls. It just didn't taste right it was missing something he'd argue. Now that he was older, he thought maybe the circus was missing things and his parents substituting it the best they could.
He grabs the butter from the fridge and pulls back the wrapping to use the end of the stick on the biscuits. Damian hates when he does it 'unsanitary and gross', but come on, he has to do it as quickly as he can. They're also the only ones who have to eat here! Damians ghostly friends have been bringing back food from the real world for then to eat. He's trying not to wonder where their getting the food.
He grabs the honey jar and uses the fancy stick he can't remember the name of to spread the honey everywhere. He even puts some on his toast. He flips the last few pieces of suspicious looking fake bacon onto the resting plate. The Lunch Lady Ghost had brought for them saying he had to get protein somewhere, but if you ask him, it looks...iffy. He made extra biscuits just in case.
He loads the biscuits and toast on one plate and another for the fakon. He balances two cups of orange juice in one hand and holds the plate with his stomach and forearms. He nudges the slightly open door with his foot. The ghost dog 'Cujo' nips at his ankle and hopps around his feet excitedly.
"Down boy." He jokes half-heartedly. The dog takes his command very seriously and lays on the ground tongue halfway out his mouth. His wagging tail is undeterred by the wood intangiblely sweeping through in wide arcs. Damian is asleep under the covers his body to used to his footsteps to register as a danger anymore. He's trying his best to treat this as a vacation instead of getting used to it, but he can't help but admit he'd love to do this every morning. Making breakfast for them every morning, coming home or driving to pick him up every afternoon, no longer making do with calls and canceled weekends.
"Dami... wakey wakes, eggs, and bakey..." he sings, rubbing his shoulder. He sets the orange juice and plates on their one nightstand next to the baby 101 book they probably all read in Robin training already. He grabs his toast and a biscuit off the plate.
"Five more minutes..."No can do, baby. We've got a busy day today." Dami groans and rubs his face. His hair is much longer than three and a half months ago, no longer under Alfred's tutelage or gels, and now free to curl. He can't resist the temptation and runs his hand through the wild curls. Damian swats his hand away without any real heat, and he jumps on the bed, crawling over Damian and informing his squawk of protest to his side of their bed.
Damian sits up and snatches a biscuit and the baby name book underneath the other book. He pushes the book across the bed without a word.
"Did you find what you wanted? I thought you were going with Dan and Ellie. Like before." He notices a paper sticking out of the book, and he opens to that page. A small paper with Damis fancy scribbling is sticking out.
Dante Jasmine
Eleanor Richard
He sucks in a harsh breath.
"I-I had a rough time deciding on either Dante or Jordan. But I thought he'd like Dante more, you know. Do-do you like it? The names? Is it... okay?" Damian places a hand on his stomach where their cores are resting. They're growing stronger by day. Damian had let him hold his hand there just last night and feel them kicking? Pulsing? It was hard to tell, but Frostbite assured them it was normal and that any day now, they'd phase out. Frostbite had said that ghosts barely incubated for more than a month it only took so long because both the cores and Damian were weaker.
"It would be an honor. To have her named after me. And if Frostbite was right, both of them." Damian smiles and takes a bit of the biscuit. He barely manages to keep the happy tears in.
"I wanted to talk to you about something else as well."
"What Dames?" The last word sounded more like 'duhs' after he started eating his biscuit.
"Tucker stopped by when you were out interagating the yetis yesterday." He blushed and stuffed the rest of the biscuit into his mouth. "He said Constantine was asking around at big leagues poker last week. They invite Tuck all the time, probably to suck up to the Big Guy in charge, you know.
"Since he's been looking after the throne for you?"Yeah, he's been doing a pretty good job. we'll probably revisit it when I'm older, but he said that he was looking for a pair of lost heroes."
"He described us?"
"Yeah, Tucker said it was pretty accurate, too. Even called in some favors. Tucker thinks he suspects something with the dimensions."
"Is he suspicious?"
" I don't think so, but Tuck said he pissed off some demons."
"Enough to go after him?"
"It's John Constantine. What do you think?" Damian said, folding his arms and squinting as if to say 'really?'.
"Fine. You're right. Should we help?"
"I'm sure the league will go after him if anything happens. I'll put some ghosts on the trail. Some cute blob ones, maybe." The league...Bruce.
"We should talk about Bruce." Damian looked away.
"What's there to talk about?" Dick scooted closer, catching a glance at the dog curled below damian on a pillow.
"Bruce loves you damian."
"You already said. God, you're starting to sound like a broke record. Did you know that?" Anger. It's easier to be angrier than admit you're scared. He'd know that well.
"It's true. I know you're worrying about it."
"Do you really think Father will undersrand? Understand them? Leave it alone?"
"You're his son, of course he can!"
"Am i? Am I his son? Or am I just another obligation? A reminder of his mistakes." Uncommon tears threaton to fall from Damians face. Reflecting in the early morning light.
"That's not true. He loves you." God, he was broken record.
"But does he like me? Does he really trust me?" Damian turned to him, fully letting him see the falling tears.
"Of course he likes you. You're his Robin and his son." He reached out a hand to wipe the tears from his face. His heart aches for his son.
Damian threw himself into his arms. His head made his way onto his neck and shoulder. Clutching and gripping his clothes. Dick grabs him and does his best tonadjust him into a healthier position to not hurt either one of them. There's a damp spot on his shoulder, but he ignores it.
"I'm your Robin too..."
"He's your dad, dami." He mutters into his hair. He uses his fingers to soothe the knots in his hair out as gently as he can.
"I wish-wish you were my real dad... not Bruce." Please don't say that. Please, you don't mean it. Damian starts sobbing and shudders against him. Shaking the both of them. He tries to soothe him. Rocking them back and forth.
"Dont say that. Don't do this to me -" He tries his best to get rid of the thoughts. Of them being actual father and son. Of him being able to take Damian home. Of not having to worry about Bruce's reminders that they're brothers. That he's Damians father, not him.
"You're his son." A reminder to himself just as much to Damian that he's Bruce's, not his. Damian just sobs louder. His heart breaks into pieces, and he tries to comfort him, rubbing circles into his shoulder blades. He turns his head and kisses his Baby Bats forehead. This angle allows him to see his face. It was soaked and reddened from the tears. Damian tries to bury himself closer to him.
"No-no..." Damians sobs into his arms. His jacket is drenched.
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Mission save the human race Pt2
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You spend the night talking to John after you can't sleep anymore. Too many thoughts enter your brain. Getting pregnant at this time is dangerous, but it's what every good person would do, right? Save the human race.
"I'm a bit afraid."
"You don't need to be, Dove; I'm going to support you; either way, you saved Johnny." he reasured you.
"What if I die while giving birth? Then the whole thing is useless."
"First of all, you are a doctor; you can explain all these things beforehand, and we are soldiers going to take care of you; we would be better than delivery nurses, well, maybe except Kyle."
You chuckled. "And, um, do I need to sleep with every one of you?"
"Not at all, love; you have free choice; you can just choose one, or you can have more than one, you know since the chances are better."
"And they sure want me?"
"I think yes. Look at you."
"You only say that because I'm the only woman on earth."
"Not at all, dove; you're my type, even if there were millions."
"Liar," he pulled your hand and laid it down on his rock-hard dick.
"See how much I want you, and that's only by looking at you."
He stroked the hair out of your face and captured your lips in a kiss. The kiss was shy and thoughtful at first but turned more and more into a battle of dominance, and you knew you wanted him. "So fucking gorgeous. I wouldn't want to share you, but I'm a good man."
You rested your head against his shoulders. "I want to do it with all of you, but not together," he chuckled at your words and how flustered you got to admit your desire.
"We can talk further tomorrow; just let me cuddle you now." You fell asleep, almost suffocating in his strong arms.
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The next morning, you went upstairs, entangling yourself from John's massive body.
You went straight to the room where Johnny lay, checking on his fever. He cooled down overnight. You were kind of proud that you managed your surgery well without proper equipment and medication; you're a fucking genius. If the Hopkins had seen this, they would have regretted declining you after medical school.
You rubbed a paste on Johnny's surgery wound and disinfected it.
You were a bit unprofessional as your eyes glanced down at his pure muscles; you wanted to trace them down with your fingers, of course only for medical reasons. You heard the door open, and Simon stood in front of you, only wearing briefs. His thick thighs were covered in scars, and his pecs were well-defined and so fucking tall. You wanted to climb him like Mount Everest, and you sure as hell will soon.
"My eyes are up here, darling." You blushed as he noticed you staring.
"Sorry, you're just so tall, and it's hard to look up." You laughed at your own lie.
"Price told me about the little plan." He walked close to you, pinning you against the wall with sheer force. His calloused fingers touched the hem of your shirt. "I look forward to helping you, and Johnny too. Play a bit with the other boys so you'll be stretched out for both of us."
"Both of you," you breathed out in fear and arousal at the same time.
"We like to share sweet little things like you," he said, pressing his erection towards you and fucking hell which horse was that.
"I know it's big," he said and you swallowed, afraid.
"I'm going to make your stomach swell pretty fast, Doll," he said, pushing you against the wall, his fingers groping against your round ass.
"Simon-"
"Shh, doll, it's okay. We're going to take care of you soon."
You just nodded, unable to do, think, or say anything.
"Just be a good girl today and give your sweet cunt to the captain; he has a thing for cute innocent girls like you." He kissed you around your neck and then let go, making his way back to his boyfriend.
So they would share you. Should this make you feel afraid or aroused?.
You tried to shake it away and went to the kitchen, preparing some fruits for breakfast.
Price awoke to find himself alone in the bed, the sheets cooling against his skin. He sat up and stretched, yawning widely, before looking around for you.
Finding you in the kitchen, he smiled and walked over, wrapping an arm around your waist from behind.
"I feel so domestic with you around me," you said, taking in his smell.
John chuckled, leaning in to kiss your neck. "Domestic? That's a new one. But I like the sound of it." He pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes. "You know, I could get used to this—being with you, taking care of you."
"Already acting like I'm your little wife."
He smirked, his lips curling into a smile. "Well, if it means I get to be your husband, then I think I'm going to like this arrangement very much." He turned you around to face him, his hands sliding up your arms.
"Are you fulfilling your husband's duties then?"
John leaned down, his lips brushing against yours. "Oh, I plan to," he murmured before capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss.
His hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and dip, asserting his dominance and affection at the same time.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, needing to go on your tiptoes to reach him.
John's body reacted to yours, his hands moving lower to squeeze your butt through your clothes.
He pulled back slightly, looking into your beautiful eyes as he trailed kisses down your neck and shoulders. "I love the way you respond to me," he said, his voice sounding horace and full of lust.
"And how do I respond, John?" You sounded cocky, and the awareness to not tease a man twice your strength left your body.
John's lips curled into a sinful smile. "With fire, Angel, just like this." He bit down gently on your earlobe, eliciting a soft moan from you. "You're so fucking sexy when you submit to me."
"What makes you think I'll submit to you easily?"
Price's eyes narrowed slightly, but his voice remained soft and commanding. "Because I know you want to," he said, trailing his fingers down your stomach and teasingly tickling your lower abdomen. "You love the feeling of being taken and owned." He pulled a slap on your ass, showing you how he in fact owns you right now.
"Oh, do I now?" you asked.
He chuckled, kissing your neck again. "Oh, yes. You do." He ran his hand up your thigh, gently caressing the inner part of your thigh and teasingly brushing against your pants, which were already soaked.
"You're so responsive,"
"John, everyone could walk in the kitchen any moment," you whined, afraid of what others would think of you. You gave in so easily that it didn't even take you a week to decide to become their personal fucktoy.
His eyes flickered at the door for a moment. "That just makes it more exciting," he said, his voice deep and husky. "The thought of someone walking in on us and seeing you like this turns me on."
"Oh, it turns you on how they see how good you take care of me."
"Yes," Price admitted, his voice low and raw with desire. "I love the thought of them watching me claim what's mine." He slid a hand down to cup your pussy through your panties, his fingers teasing your swollen clitoris through the fabric—you hadn't had this friction in a while, making you almost cum from it.
Mhm, John, stop, I didn't shave." Well, you trimmed, but try to shave properly in an apocalypse.
Price's eyes glinted with mischief as he leaned in to whisper against your ear. "I don't care if you haven't shaved—I even prefer it this way," he said, his beard tickling against your skin. "I want you just like this- all natural."
He nipped at your earlobe before trailing kisses down your neck, his hand still buried in your panties. "You're so fucking sexy," he murmured against your skin.
"You think so?" You knew you looked good, but good enough to be desired by these seven literal gods. You doubted it.
His eyes are burning with pure desire for you. "I fucking know so," he growled, pulling you closer and grinding his hips against your body—his erection was already there, and it was fucking big. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met, Angel."
"You're the most handsome man I've ever seen." Well, you couldn't quite decide which of them was the hottest, but he didn't need to know that right now.
He chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Flatterer," he teased, kissing you gently on the lips. "But I'll take it."
You kissed him deeper, moaning into the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a heated dance. He could feel your warmth through his pants, and it only made him harder.
With one swift move, he lifted you onto the kitchen counter, pinning you under his strong arms. He lifted you like you weighed absolutely nothing.
"Mhm, John needs you," you whined. You could not hold your composure anymore; you felt lust for him - primal lust for him—like nature wanted it to be; you were animalistic.
"You have me," John said, his voice rough with passion. "Always." His hands moved deftly to slip off your shirt.
Now you sat there on the counter only wearing a bra and some short skirt with spread legs so he could always reach your begging mound. You thought about how any of the boys could walk in at any second, and it only fueled your desire. In the deepest twisted place in your mind, you thought about them taking you at the same time. You blamed it on ovulation week or not being fucked for years straight.
And even though of the sex you had before was frustrating, your ex just couldn't get you off, rubbing on your poor clit like it was a lottery scratcher. How many orgasms you faked, and you asked yourself if you needed to fake one with them too? This would be disappointing.
Price took a moment to admire the view before him, his eyes roaming over your exposed skin. He reached up and undid your bra with practiced ease, letting it fall away to reveal your perfect breasts. His mouth watered at the sight of them. "You're so fucking beautiful." Price smiled as he leaned in, his lips brushing against one of your hardened nipples. "I could spend all night just worshipping these," he whispered before taking one into his mouth and sucking gently.
"Then do it," you whined, wanting him to suck your nipples.
"With pleasure," John replied. He continued to lavish attention on your perfect breasts, his hands teasing and pinching the nipples while his mouth moved from one to the other, lapping at them with hungry kisses. You could barely take it longer. Your eyes darkened from hunger.
You slipped off his shirt as he continued to suck on your hard nipples.
You oggled over his muscular frame; he wasn't the lean muscle type; he had thick, delicious muscles with hair on top of them; he was the pure definition of masculinity; your primal needs chipped in when you saw him, thinking of how you resembled the perfect pair.
He groaned as he felt your hands on his skin, his muscles tightening at the touch. He pulled away from your breasts for a moment, looking down at you with a predatory smirk. "You like what you see?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.
"I love what I see."
"Good," he replied. He reached down and pulled your panties off, tossing them aside before leaning in to lick a path up your stomach towards your breasts again. You freeze because of your exposed sex; your wetness has already flowed down your thighs.
"I'm going to make sure you scream for me."
"Pretty sure of your skills?" The bratines never left your body; you were lucky that John was a soft dom, and you would regret your bratines sooner or later on Simon's Day.
"You have no idea," John growled, his voice thick with desire. He took your hardened nipple into his mouth once again, sucking and biting gently before moving on to the other one.
"John, I need your mouth somewhere else." You slowly grew impatient, your hole almost begging and crying to finally be stuffed.
"Oh? And where would you like that?" he asked, his voice still rough with lust. He continued to tease your nipples, flicking his tongue over them as he waited for your answer.
"You know where," you whined, hoping he wouldn't let you say it. For fucks sake, you were a medical professional, but you couldn't say that you wanted him on your vagina, stuffing you so badly that it reached your cervix.
Price smirked knowingly. "I've got a few ideas," he replied, his hands sliding down your body. Before he picked you up and laid you down on the kitchen table.
"A fine meal needs to be eaten on the dinner table." You blushed at this sentence.
He looked up at you, his eyes burning with desire, as he took in the sight of your exposed, dripping cunt. "You're so wet for me," he whispered before lowering his head and pushing his tongue into your pussy.
You screamed loudly at the sudden friction grabbing his hair.
John moaned at the taste of you, his tongue lapping up your juices eagerly. He used his hands to spread your legs wider, giving him better access to your most sensitive spots.
"That's it," he growled. "Let me hear you scream."
"John," your moan filled the whole house, and you just hoped you didn't wake Johnny up. Poor boy needs his sleep.
"Fuck, yes," Price panted between licks and thrusts of his tongue. He reached up to grab one of your legs, pulling it over his shoulder as he continued to eat you out.
"mhm feels so good." You moaned, your eyes closed.
"John hummed in response, his tongue swirling around your clit. He reached up to squeeze one of your breasts, eliciting a moan from you. "You feel so fucking good," he murmured, loving the way you were responding to him.
He pushed two fingers into your tight hole, fucking them in and out while he continued to eat you out.
"Don't stop," you begged and felt a bit pathetic. You let an unknown man eat you out, which wasn't the worst part. You let seven fucking men breed you.
"I won't stop," he promised, his voice low and rough with desire.
You shook completely under him, screaming in pleasure. He moaned at the sounds you were making, his arousal growing as he felt your body tense and quiver under him.
He picked up the pace, his fingers thrusting deeper and faster, while his tongue worked overtime on your clit.
"I'm going to---- fuck." you screamed.
He felt your walls clench around his fingers, signaling your impending orgasm. "Cum for me," he growled, sucking even harder on your clitoral area, leaving a small bite on your clit.
And for the first time in your life, a man was competent enough to let you reach an orgasm, and it felt better than everything you felt in your life before you saw stars shaking like you had an exorcism, and so you came squirting all over His tongue. He groaned in delight, his tongue thrusting deep into your pussy to catch every drop of your sweet nectar.
He continued to lap at you, savoring the taste of you as he held your hips down firmly, not allowing you to take away his meal. You thought they looked starved when they ate your food for the first time, but this was a completely new level of starving.
"Fuck," you were a bit embarrassed as you saw the wet puddle on the table and his beard completely drenched." I never squirted before. I'm so sorry," you apologized, your cheeks burning red.
He chuckled, raising his head to look at you. "There's nothing to be sorry about," he assured, his voice filled with warmth and understanding. "I've never had a woman squirt before, either."
"Was it bad?"
He smirked. "Oh, I'd say it was fucking incredible." He pulled his fingers out of your puffy hole slowly, licking them clean before leaning in to capture your mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. You could taste your cum on his tongue, and it was so messy and hot at the same time.
"Do you want me to suck you off, or do we go straight to the fucking part?" You asked, wanting to make him feel good too.
He stepped between your spread legs, his erection jutting out proudly. He looked down at you with a predatory grin, his hand reaching out to cup one of your breasts. "As much as I love to see you on your knees for me, we can't waste an ounce of cum, sweetheart."
"Can you go in slow? I didn't have someone inside in years," you asked, afraid, especially not someone so thick. His dick was perfect, comfortable, 7,5 inches curved to the right and fucking thick, and he had a vein that probably would press against your G-spot perfectly, and fucking beautiful dark curls between his legs, making him seem only more masculine than he already was.
He nodded and positioned himself at your begging entrance, teasing you with only the tip of his cock before slowly pushing inside. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned, savoring the feeling of your warmth enveloping him.
"God, you're the biggest I ever had." He almost pulled you apart; it burned to take him inside, and without proper preparation, you sure as hell wouldn't be able to take him.
John chuckled at your words, pleased with the compliment. "You'll have to tell me how it feels when I'm balls deep inside you," he murmured, thrusting deeper into your shaking body.
Feeling you start to relax and take him deeper, Price began to move faster, his hips grinding against yours in a sensual rhythm. "Fuck, I love how you take my cock," he growled out between gritted teeth.
"Oh God"
"John is enough; no need to call me God Sweetheart." He picked up the pace even more, slamming into you with primal force. His free hand moved to grip your breast roughly, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers. "You like that? You want more?" he asked breathlessly.
"I want your cum, John," you whined.
Hearing those words sent a surge of lust through his body. He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into you, hitting your sweet spot perfectly. "Gonna cum all over your pretty little pussy, going to make you so full of my cum."
"Yes, John," you whine.
"Going to make you all round, going to fucking breed you."
You whined and moaned; the primal need to let him fill you up and mark you as his own filled you. You needed this, and not only for selfless reasons; you enjoyed it as much as he did it.
"You're going to beg me for my cock after this." He pounded into you harder, his dick twitching with anticipation. "Feel that? Feel how much I love fucking you?"
"Yes, feels so good." You whined, "Breed me, John." You didn't know what took over you, but you didn't care. Shame is for post-nut clarity.
Hearing your whine only made him more turned on. He slammed into you again and again, each stroke deeper than the last. "That's it, baby. Take it all. I'm going to fill you up so fucking good." John leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. "I'm going to make you a mommy," he growled out before slapping his massive cock against your g-spot once more.
He could feel his impending release as he continued to thrust into you; he never had something perfect like you—such a good woman between his filthy, not-worthy hands. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you tightly as he pushed deeper into you than ever before. You felt him hitting your cervix.
"That's it, baby. Take my cum. Let me empty myself inside you."
"Yes, please, Daddy, cum in me."
Price groaned loudly as he felt himself erupting inside you. His hips bucked wildly, driving his cock even deeper as hot, thick cum filled your wanting womb. He held nothing back, emptying himself into her before finally pulling out with a wet pop. "There you go, baby. That's what a real man does to his woman."
"And I'm your woman?" You asked completely out of your mind, probably about hormones.
John smirked, pulling you into his arms. "You sure as hell are." He kissed you passionately.
"Now we need to make you a mommy."
"Well, you already came to me," you giggled.
He rolled his eyes. "I've got plenty more where that came from, sweetheart." He traced his finger down your stomach. "Now let's see about making you a baby; besides, I don't want any of these muppets making you pregnant before me." You didn't strike him as the jealous type since he shared you with seven men, but maybe it was the thing about being the first that fueled him.
"You have the stamina for a second round? Price grinned, giving you a wink.
"With you? Hell yeah." He pulled you close and kissed you again, starting to nibble on your ear. "And this time, I'll make sure I hit the back of that sweet cunt of yours." He carried you to the bed and laid you down.
The bed dipped at his weight, his hard cock still rock-hard against his stomach. He positioned himself between your legs and looked into your eyes. "Ready for round two, baby?"
"Yes, Daddy." You knew how crazy it made him when you called him this.
Price leaned down and captured your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he thrust his hips upward. He groaned into the kiss, feeling the head of his cock push against your entrance once more. "God damn, you feel good."
You put your legs on his shoulders. He imideatly kissed your ankles and hit you deeper with every thrust. He couldn't help but moan in pleasure. He looked into your eyes as he began to move his hips back and forth, slamming into you with each powerful stroke. "Fuck, you're so tight."
You clenched around him, and it only fueled his primal instincts. "That's right, baby. Let's make you a mommy." His fingers dug into your hips, pulling her closer as he continued to pound into you.
"Mhm, going to cum soon, John," he grinned as he heard your moan.
"That's it, baby. Let it out." He felt your cunt clench around him as you shook from the orgasm he had just given you.
"Thank you, Daddy."
"You're welcome, Dove. Now let's see if we can get you pregnant." With that, he pulled out of your pussy and rolled over onto his back, beckoning you to straddle him once more. "Ride me until you're ready for another."
You let your hips fall on his thick cock, whining as he spread you in half, and so you began to ride him, your boobs jumping up and down.
He moaned at the sight of your ass bouncing against his full balls as you rode him hard. He grabbed your hips tightly, helping you to move faster and harder on his shaft. "That's it, baby. Ride me until you can't take it anymore."
He reached up, grabbed one of your perky breasts, and began to play with your nipple while you rode him. "Do you want me to crawl inside you again, baby?"
"Yes, Daddy," you nodded and clenched around him just at the thought.
Price loved the way you answered. "Then keep riding me, dove." He pulled on your nipple gently, watching as you let out a small cry of pleasure. He continued to play with your breast while he watched your ass bounce up and down on his cock.
"That's it, baby. Show Daddy how much you love his cock."
"I love it so much, Daddy."
He groaned as he felt your pussy clench around his cock. "Oh, fuck yes. You feel so good." He continued to play with your breast while he started to circle your clit while you rode him.
John's voice dropped to a whisper as he spoke his darkest desires into your ear. "I want to fuck you in every hole, dove. I want to mark you as mine and give you all the babies you want."
He continued to rub your clit in small circles as you rode him harder. Price could feel his orgasm building quickly. That's it, baby. Give Daddy what he wants." He reached up and pinched your nipple hard, watching as you let out a sharp cry of pleasure.
"I want you to cum for me, baby. I want to watch you squirt all over my cock."
"Mhm, fuck," you moaned. You couldn't take it any longer.
He continues His work on your abused clit Till you clench around him and squirt all over His dick.
John groaned as he felt your pussy clench around his cock and squirt all over him. "Fuck, yes. That's it, dove." He continued to rub your clit even after you came, wanting to draw out every last drop of pleasure from your body.
"Too much, Daddy," you whined as he overstimulated you.
Price chuckled softly at your whines, his fingers still working on your clit. "Sorry, dove. Did I go too far?" He asked teasingly, knowing full well that he hadn't. Instead, he loved pushing your limits and seeing just how much you could take.
"That's it, dove. Give Daddy all of it." He whispered in your ear before pulling out of your wet pussy and slapping his hard cock against your slick mound once more. "Daddy going to fill you up now, and you're going to take everything, understood?"
You were too fucked out to talk; you just nodded.
He fucked with a mean pace into you, his balls slapping against your ass, leaving his mark, but that wasn't enough; he needed to mark your breasts too, to show everyone he was the first to have you - the first to hopefuly impregnate you. You were his, and he was only a good captain for sharing his priceless angel. A pure act of selflessness from him.
With a final thrust, he erupted himself inside you. Hot, strips of his sticky cum painted your inner walls white. "Take it, sweetheart, let me fill you up." He pushed his cum in your hole all over again and then removed his dick out of your red, swollen cunt. He held your legs up. "I don't want my cum to flow out of you before the job is done."
You thought he would leave after the act, but he didn't, so his affection was real. He cleaned you up with a towel, massaging your sore thighs and almost forcing you to drink enough water since you squirted so much. "Did it feel so good for me, Sweetheart? I never had such a perfect woman before," he whispered against your skin. " Gonna worship you and give you everything you need, okay?"
You nodded and cuddled against his fury body, easily falling asleep after this activity.
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Interference vs Difference
|PT1| |PT2|
JJK / Reader
{After being isekaied into Jujutsu Kaisen, you expected to be winthin the main storyline. Instead... You're in the past!? Far past...}
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Not even caring on which horse you placed your hard earned money on, you run after the tall male.
"Train me!"
You shout excitedly, stepping closer to the bigger male.
The older man blinks at you, taken aback by your strange approach.
"Hah..?"
He smirks at you, leaning close.
" "Train you"..? Pfft-"
The, "Sorcerer Killer", laughed in your face.
Undetered, you hold up your arms, flexing them to your best abilty. "See! I'm strong!"
The elder Fushiguro sighs at your oddness, shaking his head. "Sorry, I'm not training some Sorcerer brat who doesn't even look qualified to be one." Toji rolled his eyes at you, walking away further down the row of seats in the stadium.
Unwavering, you follow close behind like a duckling.
Ticked off at your presence, he sneared at you. "Quit while your ahead, I'd rather not kill some stupid girl on my day off."
"No, I wanna' be trained by you!" You sqwaked again, undetered stomping closer.
Toji laughed bitterly, taking a seat, glancing at the track. "Why's that?" He mocked, disinterested.
"Because I... I want to change the future." You state, straightening up to look more assured than you felt.
"And you think seeking me out is gonna' fix that?" Toji scowled.
"Yes!"
He laughed once again, but it wasn't as light-hearted. Tense as he sees the horses race down the track. Seeing the horse you choose cross the finish line...
"I..." You gape at the results as Toji frowns, cussing angerily.
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Your... Mentor lazily chides your stance as you throw a fist at the air. While he was laying on his back, flipping through a magazine you gave to Tsumiki during your arrival. Not even bothering to take notice of your struggle. "Hup!" You raise your leg, losing balance and falling back. Groaning in pain, muscles tense at your horrible work out
While Tsumiki and Megumi watch on quietly. You sigh, grumbling at yourself for not doing the stance right. Sitting up to try again, not giving up.
Tsumiki pouts at Toji's laziness, choosing to go next to you and follow your actions. Megumi slowly going after her.
The elder Fushiguro eyes the three of you and smiles.
"Okay, move your foot to the side. Make sure you have enough space and kick."
He sits up, placing down the magazine as he gets up to show all three of you.
You gaze in awe at the strength, wishing you were just as much a power-house!
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"Eh! What do you mean Shoko?" Gojo asks the brunette as she shrugs. "Hm, dunno'. I saw her talking with this older guy the other day. Seemed fine to me..."
Haibara nods along to Shoko, while Nanami rolled his eyes at the gossip.
"That doesn't sound "fine"..." Geto mumbles thoughtfully as his friend pouts. "There's no way, an oblivious-idiot like that doesn't even know what dating means!" Gojo yells out.
"And you do..?"
"Course'!"
"No one said anything about her dating.." Shoko sighs. Feeling slightly bad for her teacher.
"Maybe he's a family member or something!" Haibara puts in his own two cents.
"No, now it's time for drastic measures!" The white haired male slams his hands down on the desk.
"Gojo..." Yaga grits out, who had been reading out the missions for the day before being interupted "Pay attention!"
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Getting ready to leave since your mission was over, you proudly glance at your hands. Less calloused, more firm. Your hard work was paying off! You should bring some pizza to the Fushiguro household to celebrate..
Nodding at the idea, you start calling in the order as you wait.
Pausing, you sensed someone close by...
Turning around quickly, you blink at the saphire eyes gazing at you in bewilderment.
"Ah.. Gojo, Hi!" You smile at him kindly. "What are you doing here? I thought I asked Yaga to give you guys the off day.." You mumble, hoping Yaga didn't lie when you asked him earlier that day.
"Oh, that... Yaga sent us out here incase you got into any trouble Teach'!"
"Hm? "Us" ?" You quickly turn your head side to side, not finding any other student.
"Yup!" "Mhm."
"Hm?" Turning around, you noticed a politely smiling Geto and a unimpressed Shoko. Who looked like she was dragged with them unwillingly.
"Woah..!" You mumble, realizing you needed more training. Along with recognizing foot-step patterns. You'd have to ask Toji about it...
Wait.. Speaking of!
"Well, I'm okay. No worries, I was just heading out anyway."
"Hm? Where too?"
Geto asks, smiling too sweetly.
"To pick up a pizza." You grin, merry at the idea.
Gojo and Geto grin viciously. "Oh? I'm a bit hungry anyway, so lets join you!" Satoru smirks, his sunglasses gleaming as Geto agreed.
Shoko takes out her pack of cigs', shrugging. "Where too?" She smiles too sweetly.
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"Is.. This where (L/N) sensei lives..?" Gojo mumbles, kicking a stray can as Geto nudged him, glaring. "Satoru-"
Going up to the doorsteps, you knock on the door. As your students watch curiously from behind you.
A big, bulking figure stood in the doorway. A frown on his scared lip as glares at you, but you smile. Holding up the pizza like an offering.
Shoko chokes on her cigerette as Getos eyes widen, Gojo's body rigid, as trio of students tense up.
Toji sighed, yet directs the glare at your compainons.
"Who are they?"
"Oh-! These are my wonderful students!" You shrug, not seeing how BAD this was..
"Well.. Half of them!" You grin at Toji, beaming.
"They wanted to join for pizza! I bought three!"
"Yeah, I can see that." Side-eyeing the frozen students behind you, he placed his fingers on his temple.
"Augh... Stupid hang-over headache.. C'mon in." He relents, side-steping away. "Tsumiki! Megumi! (Y/N)'s here!" He hollered, not moving out of the way fully.
You pause, handing the elder male the boxes and turn to your students.
"Please be polite in Mister Fushiguros home, or I'll kick you out!" You pout, laughing it off. "He's super nice and I don't want you guys to tell embarrassing misson stories about me.." You rub your neck shyly, before herding them inside.
Settling down at the table, you hand out slices as you converse with Tsumiki about school, occasionally asking Megumi as he only nods.
The table was way too quiet...
"(L/N) sensei...?"
"Hm?" You pause, lowering your slice. Shoko sweats slightly, "C.. Can I have some water?"
"Of course! I'll be right back, I bring some drinks for everyone." Getting up, you head to the kitchen. Leaving your students to fend for themselves in the presence of your... Friend?
The trio quietly gaze at their plates, quietly agreeing. This was possibly a mistake on their part.
"U-uhm.." Tsumiki softly pipes up, drawing everyones attention. "I.. I really like your hair, miss Shoko."
Blinking, the brunette eyes the smaller girl, smiling politely. "Thank you, I.. Your hair pins are very pretty."
"Ah! M- I mean, (Y/N) got them for me!"
The suffocating air becomes less dense, letting up with the bits of small talk and you stumbling back with a pitcher of water and balancing cups.
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"So.. You care for them?" Toji states. Idly standing beside you as he watched you put away the dishes.
Bubbles of laughter heard in living room as you saw a small ghost of a smile on Toji's face at the warm atmosphere.
"Yep!"
"... Huh." Toji sighs at your carefree nature. Though, he trusted you.. Sorta. You were his... Mentiee? Protogè would be pushing it. You were always lingering near by, bombarding into his life without any grace or lack of security. Always facing ahead, only looking back when you noticed he was nowhere to be found.
"You know, Mr. Fushiguro... Have you ever thought.. I dunno.. Maybe, teaching? At Jujutsu High? I mean, you'll be paid, and there's dorms. And Megumi can learn more about his skill set, then Tsukimi can learn more about curse energy if she'd want?" You offer up, tone akward, worrisome.
It disturbed him slightly, having been used to your constant whining to train and up-beat smiles.
You were serious.
Toji mulled it over, it wasn't a bad idea per-say... But-
"Hm.." He shrugged, playing it off.
Toji wasn't borned with cursed-energy. He was sure you knew that simple fact, even still. You treated him as if he was just fellow sorrcer or friend. It boggeld his mind to no end, you weren't the "high-and-mighty" type to care. He knew that, there was this strangeness of your presence, pesent to a fault.
Seeing his lack of response, biting the inside of your cheek in worry. You grip his sweater sleeve, gazing down at your shoes.
"Please... Please think about it." You begged quietly.
Blinking at the action, his brows furrow. He didn't understand where this was coming from. Yet... He pitied you, you weren't a Gojo Heir, Zenin'in or Kamo. Just some girl who appeared and declared she wanted to get stronger.
All for the sole reason of, "changing the future". He had to admit, he was curious of your mind-set. A pathetic pursit to higher-ups, maybe even to your own students. Even he doubted your optomistic view. Though, you wouldn't back down, clearly stuborn pride, he assumed.
Letting go, you smile reassuringly. "But I won't force you! Promise. Scouts honor!" You quickly place a hand on your chest, as he scoffed at you. While you happily grab some treats from the freezer. Pulling him along to the living room.
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[Thanks for reading, reading, fanart, comments, likes and such are welcomed! If you have any ideas for this Au, I'd be happy to listen!]
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Our Shattered Heart Headcanons! Pt1 (GN! 'Heart' Reader x Poly! 141 + cbf)
Read Our Shattered Heart Here! Masterlist!
Soft! 141 headcanons for OSH with Heart and Oliver (with ‘heart’ reader in mind)
(I tend to write heart as coming from America so they brought some stuff with them, no other specifers mentioned!)
General info and mornings!
Since your introduction, you brought the idea of a large American breakfast and the boys have run with this. Past are the days of a quick bite if they can instead spend time together and cook. Even when off duty you all still wake up early. In my mind Kyle and Johnny will take the moment to sleep in, tugging whoever they are with to their chest.
John and Simon are up early, Simon possibly even earlier with either nightmares or Johnny’s snoring. In my mind, Simon won’t keep the mask around you guys so you get sleeping Simon face! Lady Earl Grey for Captain Johnathan Price in my household and Earl Grey for simon. I like the difference in flavors myself. However! If Simon does not need to be up early and you're in his arms he will dig in his heels and stay in bed! John will leave you in bed trying not to wake you up.
As for OSH my OC Oliver will wake up when heart does, they grew up together and served together so they are bread and butter. You will sometimes shower quickly, do any skincare and prepare for the day around Kyle when you're on base (heart and Gaz share a bathroom).
If you get up early enough Kyle, you, and Johnny will do your typical run before returning. Simon and John usually drink tea together at that point and you will go in and start on breakfast. Homemade pancakes are a win in this household:
Normal for John (likes a bit of bacon with each bite)
Blueberry for Simon and Johnny (Johnny will eat and sneak the batter around you!)
Kyle I can see with strawberries something cute (idk where to source this from lol)
During the intel mission (ie lounging in a flat in London) The boys are a lot more relaxed. You sometimes wake up around 4 for whatever reason and find Simon sprawled out on the couch. He is hard to sneak past so you usually get an early cuddle. When he is off base the man is very, very affectionate. Not openly to the point of Johnny but he likes having a hand on or near you especially after you ran out that night (OSH part 1). Calls reader lovie and dove
Johnny is a golden retriever. That man will hoist you up and carry you off if your not watching out for him. There is a kiss tax (™) with this man to release you. Calls reader bonnie and lovie
Kyle will cook with you, always. You both somehow always find yourselves in the kitchen together. He isnt as much as Johnny but he is just as protective. He usually find you throughout base (especially if Konig is around) Calls reader love
John likes how you prepare his tea. You spent many long nights in his office working to find him asleep. Will seek you out when stressed. Pressing a kiss to your palm or temple is his main method of affection. Calls reader love, dear, and sweetheart
BONUS! Sgt. Oliver ‘Moss’ Knight
Baby boi! All I can say is he is a softy. Gets along best with Kyle so far with a shared love of cooking. He’s 6’2” standing next to Johnny and can match his strength. American and reader’s childhood best friend. Calls you Darling and Sweetheart. Simon’s skull plate mask freaks him out. Brought the reader’s childhood frog (William) to them from home.
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More to know pt1
I didn't have enough space so I made a very short part two
Pairing Jake Seresin x Reader
Summary: Where the dagger squad finds out that Hangman didn't tell them everything about him
The Hard Deck is full of pilots when the dagger squad arrives, Hangman and Phoenix go to the counter to order some drinks as the others make their way to a pool table. Rooster is listening to Fanboy explaining him his day and how it all went wrong, but his attention got completely elsewhere as a woman caught his attention by entering the bar. That's when Phoenix comes back waiting for Hangman and the other beers with them. "Oh Rooster, seriously, I'm not even back with the drinks that you already found the woman you want in your bed, not classy man, we're supposed to hang out as a team tonight". Rooster chuckles softly, "When nature calls Phoenix, who am I to disagree?", she laughs too. "Okay, Casanova, if you're that good of a match with her then go talk to her." a grin makes its way to her face andRooster would never back down from a challenge, so he takes his courage and go over there to talk to the girl, leaning against the pillar she's next to and talking into her ear making his breath crash onto her neck. That's all the squad can see and hear as they are not that far but the music in the bar is to loud. The only thing they can see is how the girl smiles at him before pusing him lightly away from her, that's when he comes back to the squad's pool table with now Hangman back, "So how did it go man, what did she say?" Fanboy starts to ask, "She said that I wasn't her type and that she had better things to do tonight.". The squad laughs lightly, but Coyote remarks something, "Hey, what are you loooking at brother?" he asks elbowing playfully Jake attracting the attention of the others. "I'm pretty sure I can go there flirt with her and have her number" is all that Jake say, Rooster with a hit in his pride his ready to take the bet, "How yeah how much are you sure? Fifty?", "Deal" Jake responds shaking hands with him. He puts his beer away on the table and go talk to the girl, she's still in her flight suit like they all are, he takes the same place has rooster leaning against the pillar, all the eyes of the squad his on them and suprisingly, he hangs, it already has been five minutes that they are tzlking and she didn't make him leave yet. As if their eyes couldn't be wider, Jake takes her by the hips making her crash into his chest as they kiss, it's a kiss full of emotion, as questionning looks make their way across the squad Penny comes to ask them something and look where they all are. "Oh you met Y/N Mirage Y/L/N" she say as if it's the most rational thing to say, "Wait thi woman there is the famous Mirage!" Phoenix exclaims, "How did he do it?" Rooster ask to them, Penny laughs litely before answering, "You do know that Jake and Y/N are married right?", everyone's mouth drop to the ground, "Wait Hangman is married and with the famous Mirage!" Fanboy exclaims, "Yeah, it's gonna make five years in october." Penny answers still laughing at the fact they didn't know, "But we never saw him wearing a ring." Rooster says, "It's on their dogtags, you know just in case, I think they never really scream it on the roof not wanting to be compared to the other constantly, she was on another mission but now they can go back to be station together" Penny say sweetly smiling at Jake and Y/N who are coming back to their pool table.
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"You have been such a bad girl" Pt1
pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader
warnings: 18+, smut, dom, dirty talk, oral.
PT 1.
English is not my first language be good with me, Ily bratts <3
♥♥♥♥♥♥ :) ♥♥♥♥♥♥
You have gone out with friends that night. But that night wasn't like the rest, you knew very well that Leon was coming home from a mission and you were supposed to be at home for him. But, you didn't. That is why, when you heard your phone ring and saw his name in the screen you felt the adrenaline.
"Yes...?" You said with innocence.
"Where the hell are you?" He growled.
"Oh...Leon it's you. What do you mean?" Chase Atlantic was playing in the background very loud.
"Have you gone to a party knowing damn well that I was arriving today?"
"No way...Were you coming today?" You loved to be playfull and a bratt with him.
He didn't say nothing more and hanged up the phone. The things is that you expected that when you arrived to home in the morning he will be worry about you, like you have been worried about him all those days without him.
You smirked while you were putting your phone back in your purse in order to keep dancing with your friends.
A few minutes later, someone grabbed your arm. You looked at the person, it was Leon, a very mad one.
"H-how? How did you know I was here?"
"I know everything sweetheart. You can't hide from me" He laughed "Plus, your friend isn't able to lie me".
"Rebecca! I'm going to kill her!"
"Don't blame here, I would be scared of me as well. Plus, you're not going to do nothing we're going home" He came closer to your ear "Such a bratty like you are have to pay for her actions".
You felt shivers, you weren't able to think straight while he was walking to you to the street, leaving behind the disco. He had parked in front of the door. He opened the door for you and you felt how everyone were looking at you two.
Once you had put your belt on he closed the door very hard. You thought for a moment if he was doing things like you as hard as that. He get in the car too and start the car. He was driving too fast and he only was able to look at the highway, you were afraid when he didn't say nothing.
"P-please say something".
Nothing.
"Leon?"
Nothing at all. Just the rush.
"Leon, c'mon I perfectly knew that you were arriving today, I just wanted to make you feel the same I feel when you are in your misions".
It was too dark outside. He had to reduce the speed because there was a red light. He stopped the car and started to unzipped her trousers.
"Oh really?" He started to say "You wanted me to feel hard and rigid. Because you are a slut".
He taked out his dick of his boxers.
"And you are just a bratty slut who need to understand how to behave properly".
You were just seeing his dick so long and fat for you. Then you realize that perhaps going out was a bad idea when you could just stay at home and fucked him all night long.
"L-leon" you started to say.
"Shut the fuck up" He said.
He grabbed your hair and put your mouth in his dick and made you suck it. He was taking the lead that he wants. Using you as the toy you were for him. You shouldn't forget that he fucked you whenever and whatever he wanted. Always.
You loved to suck his dick, but he was so strong and needy right know that you put your hand in his thight in order to separate from his cock and took some fresh air. But, he didn't allow you to do that you were just feeling how you started to have tears in your eyes.
"Take it all, slut... You are my slut...Ahh..." He started to moan softly and that was all you need to keep going.
"Holy fuck" He said.
He grabbed your hair even stronger and pushed you more. You were sucking all his dick. His dick was only yours. You were fucking his dick with your throat. The light was already green but he didn't care he wanted to cum in your mouth.
"You have been such a bad girl" He said softly. He stopped to grab your hair. "Now. Show me. Show me how desesperetly you are for my dick".
He wasn't pushing you anymore. That dick was completely yours. You took some air, grabbed that dich with your hand and started to suck like you have wanted to suck those days before. It was so fatty for your small mouth but you could handle it. Plus, his moans were incentives for you.
"Fuck. Yes. Such a good girl sucking my dick like that".
You started to go up and down very quickly. Then, he cummed in your mouth. You swallowed it for him and looked at him in his eyes while you were trying to sit back in your seat.
"Your such a beautiful slut" He clean the saliva in your chin "That is why you have to wait for me at home".
You nodded wanted more from him. Needing his dick inside you.
"But this is not over yet. At home I will put you my cock so inside of you that I will see how it crash against your stomatch".
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His Rodeo Queen
Chapter 1 (Returning Home pt 2)
Chapter 1 pt1
A/N: I’m sorry for how many paragraphs there are but tumblr hats long paragraphs apparently, so tried to break it were one scene ended and another one begins
Warnings: Mention’s death bit no actual character death
Jake got up at his normal time 5 am even if it was a Saturday morning, it was normal to him, but he did everything not to wake Abbie until at least 8 am, when he did wake her it was with kisses along her shoulder, she hummed in response to him waking her up “What’s that for?” She questioned him, turning to look at him “I can’t just wake up my beiful rodeo queen?” He questioned with a smirk “You want something with that smirk.” She said sitting up “Okay, it’s Saturday and Daggers kinda have a little tradition since the mission, it’s beach day. We play dogfight football outside the hard deck, and some day drinking.” He said smiling “You want me to go to the beach?” She questioned with a smile “Yes.” He said smiling back “I gotta see if anything fits me.” She said getting up and walking to the closest, she was looking at her dresses since that all she felt comfortable in right now “Where the blue one with flowers my sister got you.” He smiled at her “Wait is the beach cold?” She questioned looking back at him, he shrugged “It depends.” He said getting up and grabbing her favorite flannel of his “If you don't like it, then where a pair of shorts and one of my shirts.” He smiled at her, Jake had found over the year of being with Abbie, even if he liked something on her, if she didn’t feel it she would wear something else. He also learned that Abbie up until she got pregnant hated dresses and sandals with a burning passion, unless it was prom or homecoming. She refused to wear a dress, even to church she would show up in boots and jeans and a nice shirt. “Jake.” She called from the bedroom. Jake was downstairs but he was back upstairs as quickly as possible “What?” He asked, concerned “I feel overdressed.” She said looking at him “Over dressed?” He questioned her “If anything if this was a rodeo you would be underdressed.” He laughed, it was true between her being rodeo Queen, Team Roper, and Barrel Racer, people would think she was underdressed “I don’t know what if I throw in a pair of shorts and a one piece and your flannel?” She asked, he smiled and put his hands on her shoulders “Abbie whatever you feel comfortable in.” He smiled at her, and kissed the top of her head, Jake went back to what he was doing down stairs, he heard a small cheer and a yes followed by clapping, soon he heard footsteps coming down “they fit still.” She smiled. Jake looked and saw her in pair of black mom shorts, and a navy blue floral one piece with his flannel. “Okay damn Mama I don’t know if I feel comfortable taking you to the beach, with how good you look.” He complimented her “Jake we are not staying home.” She said looking at him “I know I’m still taking you.” He said he walked over and kissed her “You're so sweet.” She smiled at him “Only for you honey.” He smiled at her,
Abbie packed a beach bag for them, before they head out to the garage “SUV or Truck?” Jack asked her it was real question, Abbie had two vehicles but she left her truck in Texas and brought the SUV instead one it was cheaper than the truck two it would be easier for to get in and out once she started actually showing also to mention, Abbie looked at Jake and then remember the SUV was still a mess even after week of them being in Cali and the truck wasn’t, they still had stuff in Texas but Jakes mom and dad would bring when they came to get the trailer “Truck the SUV is messy.” She smiled at him, Jake grabbed the truck key from beside the garage door in the house and then opened it and they both walked out to Jake’s Ram 1500, Abbie looked over at Jake “No don't you dare ask me what you are about to ask me.” Jake said he knew what was about to be asked “When are we going to them?” She questioned “How about never.” Jake said smiling “Jaocb Seresin.” She said looking at him “They all just started not hating me.” He said, keeping his eyes on the road “Jake, your team needs to know that your wife is pregnant.” She said “Fine, you're right it wouldn’t be right.” He said grabbing her hand, “Oh also some of the guys have offered to help us move once we find house.” Jake smiled at he
“That is so sweet speaking of houses, I want us to look at a house tomorrow afternoon.” She said, “How much?” Jake asked he knew Abbie came from old money, and she had her trust fund, also the life insurance money from both her parents deaths, both parents wanted what was best Abbie if anything ever happened to them “Jake really?” She questioned him “You know I don’t think we need to spend a lot on a house for us and our kid.” He said “And you know I’m into entertainment.” She said looking at him “I know but California is expensive.” He said grimacing over the prices “Jake.” She said squeezing his hand “I know we can afford it it’s just. I don't want them thinking.” He said “That what you married me because I come from old money, even though we both know that’s the furthest thing from true, and we both you fucking chased me and then followed me around the rodeo like a lost puppy and fair grounds all that same summer. It didn’t help our that we're dating our best friends and we’re so forced to be in the same proximity as each other.” Abbie made herself at her last sentence “Oh it was so horrible to me the same proximity as me.” He said dramatically “We both that money had nothing to do with just one stubborn barrel racer and a bull rider that wouldn’t give up to prove himself.” She smiled at him, soon Jake parked the truck, he turned it off and walked around to help Abbie get out of the truck.
That is so sweet speaking of houses, I want us to look at a house tomorrow afternoon.” She said, “How much?” Jake asked he knew Abbie came from old money, and she had her trust fund, also the life insurance money from both her parents deaths, both parents wanted what was best Abbie if anything ever happened to them “Jake really?” She questioned him “You know I don’t think we need to spend a lot on a house for us and our kid.” He said “And you know I’m into entertainment.” She said looking at him “I know but California is expensive.” He said grimacing over the prices “Jake.” She said squeezing his hand “I know we can afford it it’s just. I don't want them thinking.” He said “That what you married me because I come from old money, even though we both know that’s the furthest thing from true, and we both you fucking chased me and then followed me around the rodeo like a lost puppy and fair grounds all that same summer. It didn’t help our that we're dating our best friends and we’re so forced to be in the same proximity as each other.” Abbie made herself at her last sentence “Oh it was so horrible to me the same proximity as me.” He said dramatically “We both that money had nothing to do with just one stubborn barrel racer and a bull rider that wouldn’t give up to prove himself.” She smiled at him, soon Jake parked the truck, he turned it off and walked around to help Abbie get out of the truck. Jake grabbed the bag from the back seat, he grabbed her hand and they walked down to the group “Thought you weren’t going to join us Bagman.” Nat laughed and they still used the nickname “It’s Hangman.” Jake said being cocky “Whatever.” Nat laughed, shaking her head “Auntie Abbie.” Cory said running to his aunt “Hey buddy.” She said picking him up earned her a look from Jake “Jake you know it okay.” She said looking up at him “I know it doesn’t mean I don’t like it.” Jake said shaking his head “We both know this isn’t as high risk as we thought.” She whispered to him “Yes but the thought still lingers there.” He said to her in a whisper, most of team was watching the couple but couldn’t tell what they were say but could it was serious “What’s up with Abbie and Jake?” Bob asked “Bob, it’s just kinda of thing.” Javy shrugged he knew what it was about, but he also knew neither of had told the daggers yet “What kinda thing?” Bradley asked “A couple things”. Javy said, all of Daggers got the hint, Jake soon joined them “So what was that about?” Javy whispered “It’s still in my mind that this pregnancy is very high risk even if it isn’t, and her going to teach on base here soon.” Jake whispered back “Hey, Abbie has this, beside she would calm and if she can’t get ahold of she’ll call Sadie.” Javy said patting his shoulder “It still makes me nervous it been almost three weeks since we found out I’m scared, it's all just a dream.” Jake said “You heard the heartbeat. That means all the anger, the doctor’s appointments, the anxiety, every single damn negative test, it was all worth it.” Javy said, Jake nodded he knew it was true all of it was true, everything had lead to this moment his wife, his rodeo queen, standing on the beach, her hand resting on the barely there bump as she talked to Sadie “Bagman we playing?” Bradley yelled “So on Bradshaw.” Jake said everyone got and Hondo blew his whistle starting the game,
Jake I think is nervous about this whole pregnancy.” Abbie said as her and Sadie walked up to the back deck of the hard deck with the kids, they saw Penny and smiled and Penny waved them over “I don’t think I actually got to the both of you really.” She said smiling “I don’t think so ma’am” Abbie said it was the southern charm in her “I’m Penny.” She smiled at the two “I’m Abbie and this Sadie.” She smiled at her “and these are Cory and Emily.” Sadie smiled “Question, you have a kid right?” Abbie questioned Penny “Yes.” Penny said “Was her dad nervous?” She questioned “No Amelia’s dad was very happy l, why do you ask?” Penny said “It’s just me and Jake have tried for year and finally got pregnant but were told if we did it would be high risk but then we found I’m not as high risk. But Jake is still nervous.” Abbie said “Jake is one the best pilots in the navy, saved both Pete and Bradley, but a family plays into none of those guys if they will make it home sometimes and this last mission it was hard.” Penny said looking at the beach where the team was playing “But they fly under Maverick who will do everything to make sure they all make it home.” She said “Thank you Penny.” Abbie said smiling it was that little bit of reassurance Abbie needed from the older woman “Also if need anything just call me.” Penny said smiling and passing a card to both girls with her phone number “Momma beach.” Emily said pointing towards the sand “Okay beach time it is.” Sadie smiled and picked up Emily, they all walked down to the beach Abbie was more focused on watching her husband play the game then anything, they called a time out so the team could take a break Jake and Javy ran over “So who’s winning?” Abbie asked “We don’t keep score anymore.” Jake laughed leaning down and kissing her “No your all gross.” Abbie said pushing Jake “You didn’t care when I rode bulls and had dirt all over me.” Jake laughed, “That’s different.” Abbie said, Jake pulled Abbie up and hugged her, he knew she hated getting messy, it’s been thing since she became rodeo queen “You aren’t even in an outfit that can’t get dirty.” Jake said hugging her “Jacob Seresin.” She said looking at him “Boy you in trouble.” Sadie laughed “Or she’s worried.” Javy laughed “Jake.” She said looking at him “You want me sit this next one out?” He questioned her “Yes we need to talk.” She whispered to him, “Come on the Hard Deck should be unlocked.” Jake said grabbing her hand, they walked onto the deck pass Penny and inside and sat down at table “Jake tell me what really has you worried?” She questioned him “I’m scared, Abbie not just of parenthood but leaving you, the last mission almost ended badly, and if another one goes sideways, and I get shot down. I leave you how your dad left and I leave our kid how your dad left you but not by a bull.” Jake said the last part of it wasn’t so quiet Abbie wouldn’t have heard it “Jake look at me.” She said, Jake didn’t look at her “Jake.” She said walking over to sit on his lap and grab his face in her hands “I trust you, I trust the pilots around you to bring everyone back here safely. If didn’t think you would come back to me do think I would have let leave for all those deployments, followed you to every post, and waited up for you to walk through the front door?” She asked him “Jake I trust you to do everything in your power and if the knock comes, I will know you tried your damn hardest to make it back to me and our kid.” She said, Jake looked up at the ceiling and nodded his head “And don’t think I don’t know about the damn note you keep in your bag.” She said “How do you know?” He questioned her “Jake how many times have I cleaned out your bag?” She asked, “Did you open it?” He questioned “No read the front that said in case I don’t make it home. I didn’t want to read it.” She said smiling at him,
Jake kissed her before they headed back out once back out everyone was on the deck laughing at something that happened “Should we tell them.” Jake asked, “I mean we did jsut have serious conversation.” Abbie said smiling “Hey guys I kinda got to tell you all something.” Jake said it got everyone’s attention, Jake looked at Abbie and then back at the team “I really hope you all know that you guys will make every good Aunts and Uncles to Baby Seresin.” Jake said smiling “How long?” Bradley asked, “Since we all went back home after the mission.” Jake said “Please tell me this kid will turn out more like your wife.” Natasha said “Hopefully I don’t think I could handle another Jake.” Abbie laughed
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3 times Ran definitely made you flustered
And 1 time you made them flustered (you think)
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Hello nonny!!! I love this prompt! Sorry it took me so long, but here's a little something. Hope this is what you were looking for! 🖤
Rating: Mature. MDNI. NSFW. Tags: teasing, voyeurism, light dom/sub, pet play, light bondage, impact play
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EDIT: Now a 3-part PT1 || PT2 || PT3
The first time Ran gets you flustered, you aren’t even sure it’s intentional.
The two of you are preparing for a reconnaissance mission Topside. Ran had commandeered a couple of enforcer uniforms, of which neither of you were particularly happy with. The only one they could manage to get was the dress version. Not practical nor your taste. And to make matters worse, Ran seemed to have underestimated your size, as you're in a constant battle to get the damn thing on.
"This is fucking stupid," you curse under your breath as you struggle to pull the dress over your head, getting stuck at the shoulders. With your back to Ran you hear their quiet chuckle. "Not funny," you grumble, still straining and feeling utterly ridiculous with how your arms are only part way through the sleeves, stuck up in the air and your head inside the dress.
"Need some help?" Ran asks as they step up behind you.
"Are you already changed?" you ask.
"Mhmm."
"Seriously?" you scoff. "Why were you able to get dressed no problem, but I can't?" You wriggle your arms far enough into the sleeves to now be completely trapped, unable to move them to grab any part of the clothing. "I'm fucking stuck!" you growl, and you swear you can see Ran's cocky smirk despite your eyes being entirely covered. "Stop laughing at me and help."
You can hear Ran's boots move to your front side, and it dawns on you that in your current state, your underwear is still exposed. Your very embarrassingly cute underwear. The pink ones with the stupid little red hearts all over it. Your emergency pair. Of all the fucking days...
"Cute," Ran teases as they grasp the hem of your skirt.
"Shut up."
After several good tugs, Ran finally gets the dress down far enough for your scowling face to pop out. You glare at Ran's amused, crooked grin. They don't seem to notice, or decide to ignore it, continuing to shimmy the dress down over your chest until your arms become of use again.
As you take over, tugging the dress further down into place, Ran takes a small step back. They watch you, dark eyes glinting with mirth while you just huff and grunt in indignation.
"This dress is way too tight for my tits," you gripe, struggling to get that last inch of fabric in place.
"They look good to me."
It takes you a moment- too busy trying to pull on the stupid matching stockings without falling over- for Ran's words to sink in.
Wait. Did they just say-?
Your gaze slowly lifts to their face. Those plush, dark lips of theirs are still curled up just the slightest at one corner. And you swear you catch their eyes flit from your chest to your face.
"Uhm... right. Let's- let's get this over with," you stammer, turning your head away to hide the blush that spreads up your neck to your cheeks as you slip into the boots.
The second time Ran gets you flustered, you're fairly certain it’s deliberate.
The two of you are sitting in a booth at The Last Drop drinking and people watching. Ran sits at your left, their arm draped along the back of the seat behind you. It's a particularly wild night. The room is packed to capacity. Music plays loud enough you can feel it in your chest and you can barely see several feet past your booth with how thick the cigar smoke and Shimmer vapors are. You don't realize a man is sliding into the booth at your right side until you feel Ran's metal finger tap your shoulder.
Turning to Ran with a brow raised inquisitively, they nod their head to your opposite side. Following their gaze, you find a very tipsy and rather unappealing looking man scooting towards you.
"Hey, what's a hot thing like you doing sitting here all alone?" He slurs.
And if that wasn't enough of a give away of just how plastered- or just plain stupid- he was, the way he misses your clearly disgusted expression sure is. You're about to tell him to fuck off, but to your surprise, Ran speaks first.
"She's not alone." Ran's voice is smooth, confident and unaffected. The idiot next to you seems to finally take notice of them, flashing Ran a confused look.
"Where is he? Been watching her all night and ain't seen no man here," he sneers, placing a hand on the top of your thigh.
Your cheeks burn and you suck in a deep breath, ready to lose your fucking shit on this asshole currently touching you with his dirty ass hand. However, once again, Ran beats you to it.
"Right here," they reply simply, and you nearly jump from your seat when you feel Ran's metal fingers start playing with the ends of your hair.
"You?!" He laughs. "Bullshit," he spits. You flinch as several droplets of his saliva hit your face. Janna, you're going to fucking murder this man right here if he doesn't disappear in less than ten seconds.
He gives your thigh a squeeze.
Make that two seconds.
Ran inches closer, their knee pressing against your thigh as they lean in close enough to whisper- noticeably low and suggestive- into your ear, "Isn't that right, my pretty girl?"
What the actual fuck?
You know Ran is just trying to get this pig to leave you alone, but the way they're doing it is highly... suspicious.
"I- I'm taken. By them," you manage to stammer out, and you hope your expression doesn't give away just how flustered you are. The man's eyes dart between you and Ran several times. And for fucks sake Ran decides to really drive it home by running the tip of their nose along the back of your ear, making every last tiny hair on your body stand on end with the goosebumps that spread over you. But at least this trash heap of a man finally gets the picture.
"What a fucking joke," he slurs, "Don't need an ugly slut like you anyway." He stands, nearly falls back down, then stumbles off to find his next victim.
Slowly, you turn to face Ran, who is still twirling a strand of your hair around their finger. They're wearing that damn smirk again, the same one they had when you two were preparing for the recon mission a few weeks prior.
"Was- was all of that really necessary?" You ask, and Janna why are they still sitting so close and touching you? And why aren't you telling them to stop?
"You don't seem to mind," Ran points out. They raise the brow not covered by their dark hair, challenging you to deny it.
"What? I- I-" you can't even come up with an excuse. How does Ran keep doing this? "Whatever," you huff and turn away to hide your blush. Again.
The third time Ran has you all hot and bothered, there's no longer a doubt in your mind; they are doing it intentionally.
The two of you are assigned yet another recon mission, but this time it's within a hoity-toity brothel up Topside (even their whore houses are over the top extravagant).
You and Ran are to go poised as workers. As a couple. There to offer up your services to a visiting councilman known for his loose lips and particular kinks. Ran had already secured the perfect setup, having paid off one of the young, new and naïve sex workers to allow you two the use of their room for the night.
You weren't exactly thrilled at the idea at first. You wanted nothing to do with some disgusting high ranking man, especially in this context. So much so that you were close to outright refusing to partake, and chance a verbal or physical lashing from Silco. However, Ran assured you that this councilman would not touch either of you. He had a particular kink for voyeurism. He would simply watch the two of you partake in activities.
"But you and I still have to-" you pause, trying to find the words to describe what should be obvious, but you're too damn- nervous? shy?- to say it to Ran. And you're not even sure why that makes you so uncomfortable. Or why the thought of you two doing… those things make your cheeks warm, your skin prickle with goosebumps and your legs ache.
"Fuck?" Ran asks.
Your eyes dart to their face just in time to catch the mirth they're trying to hide at seeing you so flustered. "Yes. Fuck," you scoff.
"He's not into that," Ran replies with a straight face.
Brows furrowed in confusion and frustration, you snap, "What the fuck do you mean he's not into that? It's a fucking brothel. What's he paying us to do? Brush each other's hair? Do our makeup?"
"He likes to watch one party just tease the other. Never really give them what they want. A voyeuristic sadist."
You just gape at Ran, dumbfounded. Not so much due to the disgustingly weird kink of the councilman (you're well aware of how nasty these men can be), but more so how Ran can just talk about what the two of you will be doing in front of him with such nonchalance. Like you'll just be taking a walk in the park, not partaking in some kinky role play while some nasty dude jerks off to it.
“Ok. So we tease each other until he blows his load, and then we just chill with him while he spills the beans to us- random sex workers?” you ask, nonplused.
Ran simply nods.
“This has got to be the stupidest mission I’ve ever done,” you murmur to yourself more than to Ran.
Too caught up fretting over the whole idea at a high level, it doesn't even occur to you to discuss the details of what this would entail. Who plays what part, or what exactly those parts involve. At least not until the two of you are in the room at the brothel and Ran hands you a bag containing your 'costume'.
"What the fuck is this?" You snap, trying to keep your voice down knowing that someone could walk through the door at any moment. You're holding up what to you appears to be an absurdly tangled mess of white string and lace. Certainly not clothing. You're not sure it even constitutes lingerie with how little fabric there is. When Ran doesn't respond, you glance over your shoulder to check on them, but instantly regret it. They have their back to you, but they've already stripped down to just their undergarments, leaving a considerable amount of skin exposed. Skin that you can't seem to take your eyes off of. Before they can catch you ogling them, you whip your head back around, trying to ignore how your cheeks heat… with embarrassment. Yes. Embarrassment. Nothing else. Not excitement. Nope.
It, as expected, takes you a considerable amount of time, trial and error, and cursing to finally get into the flimsy lace and ribbon. Examining yourself, you find that you're almost entirely exposed where it matters most. The thin lace does nothing to hide your shame.
Poking through your bag you pull out several more, equally ridiculous, items. A pair of white lace thigh high stockings, a halo, and a pair of white, disgustingly sparkly wings. And an oddly mismatched red leather collar and leash.
Seriously?
An angel. You're playing the part of a fucking angel. A very scantily clad angel.
"Silco owes me a raise for this shit," you murmur as you slip on the stockings and the rest of your costume. Stepping in front of a large floor length mirror, you check yourself over.
So stupid.
Satisfied, if you can call it that considering how much you hate it, with how everything fits, you lift your gaze to check your face, but catch Ran's reflection behind you. They apparently finished at some point and were just blatantly watching you suffer through your woes.
You whip around to face them, scowling in annoyance. However, the moment you catch what they're donning, your jaw drops and your eyes go wide.
Ran is dressed in all red, skin tight leather. Boots, pants and a sleeveless top with a deep v-line that reveals an ample amount of creamy, white cleavage. Too caught up in those details, you don't even notice the devil horns or tail they're also sporting.
Oh dear Janna.
You're pissed. You're turned on. You're confused. Why are you turned on?
"What- what the fuck, Ran?" Why do you get the cool outfit and I'm stuck with- with this stupid ass cutesy might-as-well-wear-nothing garbage?" You swipe your hands down alongside your body for emphasis.
"Because you're the cute one," Ran replies, dark lips curling into a taunting smirk. They step forward, taking the end of the red leash connected to your collar into their metal hand. Twirling it around their fingers, they add, in a notably sultry tone, "And you make the better pet."
"What?! I- I'm not-" your failing attempt to redeem yourself is abruptly cut short when the door suddenly opens. And to make matters worse, Ran gives your leash a rather violent tug downwards, forcing you to drop to your knees in front of them.
The man, presumably the councilman judging by his fancy looking uniform, freezes in the doorway when he catches sight of you two. "Oh they didn't tell me I'd be getting such… filthy looking ladies," he leers.
It takes every ounce of willpower not to tell this disgusting man to fuck off, and you can tell Ran isn't particular happy with his statement either given how they tighten their grip on your leash.
You watch, seething internally as he closes the door and strides over to a small settee just a few feet behind Ran. He takes a seat, reclined with his legs spread and immediately reaches for the buttons on his pants.
Who's the filthy one?
Turning your attention back to Ran, you await their… instruction, as it seems you're playing the part of their subby little pet… angel.
Ran tugs your leash towards them, hard enough to have you falling forward. You catch yourself with the palms of your hands on the plush carpet, but shoot them a warning glare up through your lashes. Ran’s lips curl into an impish smirk. They're enjoying this a little too much in your opinion.
“This one’s been quite naughty,” Ran says loud enough for the man behind them to hear. Ran’s mischievous eyes remain glued to yours as they start pulling you along on all fours. “I think she deserves some punishment.”
You hear the man laugh behind you. It’s a disgustingly horny sort of chuckle, raspy and jagged. He’s clearly jerking himself off already. It makes you cringe, but you keep your eyes locked with Ran’s.
Ran guides you to a large x-shaped wooden fixture. Tugging up on your leash, they pull you to your feet.
“Turn.”
You- reluctantly- obey. Turning so your backside faces your audience, it suddenly dawns on you what the fixture before you is for.
Oh fuck no.
There are leather straps near the tops and bottoms of each section. Meant to restrain you, obviously. You feel Ran nudge you, rather harshly, pressing their metal hand against your obnoxious angel wings. You nearly topple over from the force, but catch yourself on the cross.
It’s a struggle to keep your face set in stone as Ran bends down to secure each of your ankles to the bottom of the fixture, spreading your legs wide enough to leave you terribly... exposed. Their face is so close to your practically naked bottom that you can feel their breath fan across your skin. It makes that skin crawl with goosebumps. You pray they don’t notice.
When Ran stands back up to secure your left arm, you try to keep your attention forward, focused on the wall in front of you. Try not to let Ran see how nervous you are. How anxious you are. You’re not so lucky though.
As Ran finishes strapping in your right wrist, you feel them bring their mouth close to your ear. Close enough for their noticeably soft lips to brush against it as they whisper low enough for only you to hear, “Drop this if you need me to stop at any point.”
You turn your head to watch as they slip the end of the leash between the wooden post and your hand so you can grasp it. You’re about to ask what they’re talking about when Ran backs up to grab something off a nearby table and-
SMACK!
Something soft and leather-like strikes your bare ass cheek. Mouth open and not expecting that sudden sharp pain, you don’t have time to bite back the startled yelp that leaves your throat. You suck in a shaky breath and blink several times, trying to process what just happened. Your skin feels hot and prickles where you were just hit.
What the fuck?
Turning your head to glance wide eyed back at Ran, you find them holding a long black riding crop. Eyes flitting up to their face in shock, you find them simply smirking. They even have the audacity to mockingly wave that damn mechanical hand of theirs at you.
“Fuck. You,” you seethe as quietly as you can. The man must not hear you, as you can hear him clearly enjoying himself from his seat on the couch, grunting and groaning and… sloshing? Janna, he must have fucking lubed himself. You turn back to face the wall, fearful you’ll catch sight of something you’d much rather not see.
“You learn your lesson?” Ran asks quietly, but loud enough this time for everyone to hear.
You can feel the soft round leather of the crop ghost over your sore skin soothingly. And it takes every ounce of willpower not to whimper with how good it feels. Gathering your bearings, you process their question, realizing it’s part of the show you two are putting on. “There’s nothing to le-” your retort is cutoff when you feel another skin reddening slap to your other cheek. Though you should have known it was coming this time, you still can’t contain the startled yelp that leaves your mouth.
Ran steps forward, into your space. So close that you can smell their perfume- a faint scent of patchouli and cloves- as you suck in a breath. And this time, they sooth over your stinging flesh with their human hand. And fuck does it feel so good. Willpower be damned, you’re left letting your head drop forward as a shaky whimper slips past your parted lips. They bring their mouth to your ear again to whisper, in an undeniably sultry tone, “Enjoying this, angel?”
No. Yes. Fuck yes.
“No.” You try to sound as angry as you feel, or as you should feel, but it comes out pathetic and breathy... needy.
The airy laugh they release tickles the back of your neck. And Janna must hate you today, because your body visibly trembles as chills run down your spine. “Then what are these?” they ask as they bring their hand up to trail teasingly down your arm.
You turn your head to find the goosebumps scattered across the length of your raised arm. “I’m- I’m just cold,” you stammer out.
“Yet you’re sweating,” Ran points out as they run a finger along the damp side of your forehead.
“I- I’m-” you struggle to come up with an excuse. Something, anything other than the fact that you are terribly turned on by them right now. “I’m just- mad… at you,” you finish dumbly. And then you feel the end of the crop slowly, very deliberately, sliding up the inside of one of your thighs. Your undeniably arousal coated thigh.
“Then what’s all this?” Ran purrs against your ear.
Your legs. Your stupid fucking legs. They tremble with the sultry sound of their voice, under that light, teasing touch. A touch that you know is leading to a place that aches to be touched. Your gaze snaps to the leash in your hand. Do you drop it? Do you want Ran to stop?
When the crop drifts higher, so damn close to your wet heat, you realize you know the answer. “Ran,” you keen wantonly, “Please.” Janna, you can’t form coherent words. Or thoughts. Your grip tightens around the leash, both in an attempt to make sure you don’t accidentally drop it, and in anticipation of Ran pressing that terribly delightful crop right where you need it.
As if things couldn’t get any worse, you feel the end of the crop stop just before reaching the apex of your thighs. The man seated behind you two is releasing a long, loud, gurgling sort of groan as he, presumably, finds his release. You had been so damn worked up and distraught you had forgotten he was even there.
And that's it. You do not get your own release. And you can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
With phase one complete, Ran removes you from your binds, smirking at your flustered expression all the while.
Phase two, the part where this idiot tells you what you want to hear, goes surprisingly smooth. You manage to gather your thoughts enough to pull off a chatty, flirty personality with the man and he so easily gives you and Ran all the information Silco needed.
After the man exits the room, the two of you redress in silence before slipping out the back door unnoticed by any of the other staff. However, just when you’re thinking you're past all that excitement, past having your mind scrambled, Ran opens their damn mouth and throws you off your game yet again.
“Seeing how much you enjoyed that, maybe I should book us a room next week.”
You stop dead in your tracks. “Wait- what?”
The one time you give Ran a taste of their own medicine, it’s not so much planned as it is a conveniently timed move.
After a mission gone awry, the two of you are running from a large group of armed Enforcers. They follow you clear down to the Undercity, but you and Ran have the advantage of knowing the streets like the back of your hands.
Darting down alley after alley, you’re starting to lose steam. The two of you need to lose these guys, and fast. Lungs burning from the need for more oxygen in the already oxygen deprived Lanes, you glance over your shoulder. None of them had made it down that road yet. Thinking fast, you grab Ran by their metal wrist and tug them down an adjacent alley.
Once you’re deep enough within the shadows, hidden from the bright neon lights that illuminate the road you just came from, you gasp out, “Trust me!” Without giving Ran a moment to reply, you pull your hood up to conceal your face, grab Ran by the front of their harness, and shove them against the wall of the building behind them.
Ran gasps, air knocked from their own oxygen deprived lungs. But, there’s no respite for either of you as you crash your mouth into theirs in a heated kiss. You ignore the muffled sounds of protest coming from Ran’s mouth as you press your body against theirs, slotting your legs with theirs and deepening the kiss.
Between the thumping of your heartbeat in your ears and both your heavy breathing, you barely hear the Enforcers at the end of the alley.
“Just a couple making out,” one calls. “Check that way!” Their heavy footfalls resume, then gradually fade.
Ran’s hands grasp your waist, and you fear they may push you off and give away your ploy. However, they just squeeze. Tight. Really tight. They don’t return the kiss, but they also don’t try to pull away. They just stand there, frozen, metal and organic nails digging through your shirt and into your flesh.
You try not to think about how pleasant their grip feels. Or how soft their lips are against yours. Or how intoxicating the scent of their perfume is. Or how your heaving chests press delightfully together with each frantic breath. Or how the thigh you’re straddling feels so good between your aching legs…
Unsuccessful in your attempts, you release a low moan, barely muffled by Ran’s mouth. Your eyes shoot open. When had you even closed them? You find Ran staring at you just as wide-eyed and surprised. You push yourself off them, breaking the kiss. Ran’s hands fall limply to their sides and the two of you just stand there panting for a moment.
And then you realize just how completely flustered Ran looks. And you grin, wide and arrogant.
Victory!
“Don’t look so confused,” you laugh, “I mean that was nothing compared to what you put me through the other day.” You turn, leaving them there speechless, and start heading back toward the main street. “Let’s get out of here before they come back looking for us.”
You don’t bother looking behind you, too caught up in how you finally bested Ran at their own little game. Or so you think. So you don’t notice the way Ran’s lips curl into a devious little smirk as they follow behind you.
PT2 >>
#arcane#Ran#arcane Ran#Ran x reader#arcane Ran x reader#Ran imagines#arcane Ran imagines#honey writes
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-> apocalypse survivor <-
mother nature took back what was rightfully hers, making the earth a beautiful place once more. it wasn’t easy to survive, but once the cure was announced, everyone knew they had to hold on just a little while longer.
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THIS CELEBRATION IS OVER.
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♪ castaway (peeta mellark) ♪
after being stuck on an island for years without contact to the outside, fate brings you a boy that might be your ticket back home.
♪ only friends (finnick odair) ♪
you and Finnick care about each other, you have your whole lives. it leads people to believe that you’re more than just friends.
♪ broken promise (finnick odair) ♪
Finnick promises that he won't join the rebel mission to the capitol, and breaks it a few hours later.
♪ history repeats itself (haymitch abernathy) ♪
you thought Haymitch was worried about going back into the games. when in reality, he was afraid of what might happened to you while he’s gone.
♪ slippery show (johanna mason) ♪
there's nothing you like more than watching your girlfriend win wrestling fights... naked.
♪ see you again (finnick odair) ♪
if shit hits the fan, Finnick wants you to save yourself at all costs. you can't, not when it means putting the rebellion on the line.
♪ the weight of the world (johanna mason) ♪
unable to grieve alone, you're forced to stay in Johanna's hospital room. it's bearable, until she begins to talk about your recently deceased family.
♪ moments notice (finnick odair) ♪
after being forced to listen to the jabberjays for an hour, Finnick feels the need to tell you that he'll be there when you need him. no questions asked.
♪ heather (cashmere ritchson) ♪
a sacrifice have to be made. either you can be with Cashmere, or you can be a rebel. there is no in-between.
♪ bloody flowers (peeta mellark) ♪
with Peeta being the face of the rebellion, you know better than to let him get hurt. however, he doesn’t appreciate your willingness to jump in front of him.
♪ cerulean pt1, pt2 (finnick odair) ♪
you were sucked into Finnick's charming demeanor last year, which almost ruined your reputation. he's come crawling back to you, but you won't fall for his tricks twice.
♪ when the dead rise pt1, pt2 (stephen strange) ♪
when Bruce falls from the sky, claiming that an evil being is coming to wipe out half the population, you're forced to help. what you don't know is that you'll end up losing the person that means the most to you.
♪ whisper of the beast (finnick odair)
on your own, you try to find your boyfriend in the arena. instead, you run across something much, much worse.
♪ NFWMB (finnick odair) ♪
nothing can tear the two of you down. they can try, but you’re always one step ahead.
♪ my tears ricochet (finnick odair) ♪
Finnick does the unthinkable, and proceeds to blame you for it during a court hearing, making it impossible for you to ever go home.
♪ cruel summer pt2 (finnick odair) ♪
Finnick tricked you into playing the damsel role, something the Capitol will be referencing for the rest of your life. still, you're not sure if you can forgive him for being so cruel to you in the first place.
♪ too close (finnick odair) ♪
Finnick doesn’t want Annie to move on, that’s why he asks you to be his fiancé to make her jealous. you agree to this, thinking that his feelings for her might change, but they never do.
♪ mother knows best (finnick odair) ♪
afraid that all the nice boys are being taken, your mom convinces you to go on a blind date with her friends’ son.
♪ sunburst (finnick odair) ♪
when you signed up to storm the Capitol, you had the front lines in mind. you get stuck with the star squad instead, forcing you to feature in propaganda videos. when you finally decide that you’re done playing pretend and you want to be reassigned, you’re given a reality check.
♪ lovestruck, lovesick, lovelorn pt1, pt2 (finnick odair) ♪
you and Finnick are similar in many ways, but all he chooses to see are the differences, even though you won your games eight years ago.
♪ plinth legacy (coriolanus snow) ♪
Coriolanus was nothing more than a passing thought before the mentoring program. it isn't until he's saved you several times, does he frequently cross your mind. and when pa catches wind of this, he decides to call back to district traditions.
♪ forget-me-nots (sejanus plinth) ♪
Sejanus is an old friend of yours. when he's assigned to be your mentor for the hunger games, you decide to trust him, despite the many cruel things that have been said about him. when tragedy strikes, you're set back.
♪ white leather (finnick odair) ♪
the capitol announces you dead after they're unable to find you in the arena, leading Finnick to believe the same. only, you're not dead, you're very much alive. and you're determined to see him again.
♪ falling leaves (johanna mason) ♪
through Finnick, Johanna finds out that you have a replica of her soulmate tattoo. she's quick to assume that you'll forgive how she treated you in the past, but you're over her entitlement.
♪ beneath the surface (haymitch abernathy) ♪
you care for Haymitch, you have for years. you just tend to show it in a different way.
♪ suburban legends (finnick odair) ♪
your mismatched star signs should've been the giveaway that you would never be able to work.
♪ blood run red (viktor) ♪
Viktor makes a mistake, and it isn't until you find out that he's dabbling with drugs, do you decide that you can't do it anymore.
♪ stepping stones (joel miller) ♪
it’s been almost five years since you survived outside of the quarantine zone, but Joel needs a temporary smuggling partner.
♪ succeed (tobias eaton) ♪
Four sees that you're unprepared to fight, so he manages to delay it. unfortunately, one day is not enough time for you to prepare for your fight with Peter.
♪ left behind but never forgotten (bucky barnes) ♪
the Winter Soldier is supposed to be a ghost story, but when he starts to come after you, Natasha and Steve while you're trying to uncover HYDRA secrets, you're forced into a hard reality check.
♪ marjorie (finnick odair) ♪
what died didn't stay dead. you're alive, you're alive in Finnick's head.
♪ anything for her (finnick odair) ♪
Finnick would do anything for you, including spilling all of his Capitol secrets, if it means that you'll come home.
♪ birds and stones (sejanus plinth) ♪
Sejanus hasn't been acting the same, ever since he witnessed the hanging in district twelve. you find out why a couple weeks later.
♪ wrong place, wrong time (johanna mason) ♪
Johanna pushes you away for two weeks following her rescue from the capitol. on the fifteenth day, you decide to give her what she wants.
♪ out of the woods (gloss ritchson) ♪
Gloss broke up with you last year to protect your happiness, even though you warned him it would have the opposite effect.
♪ trust fall pt2 (finnick odair) ♪
after begging Finnick to let you meet his son for almost a year, he finally gives in. and now he wants to call you mom.
♪ style (finnick odair) ♪
Finnick asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend one last time, not knowing it would lead to your feelings coming back.
♪ sleeping giants (raven reyes) ♪
when it’s discovered that someone needs to stay behind to keep an eye on the frozen prisoners, Raven volunteers to stay. you refuse to leave her behind, of course. even if it means you’ll be stuck in space forever.
♪ headspace (octavia blake) ♪
you’ve been in love with Octavia for years now, and even after being trapped in the bunker together, and her admitting she has the same feelings—you’ve gotten nowhere. you’re just friends.
♪ last man on earth (finnick odair) ♪
Finnick goes with Katniss to see the remnants of district twelve. his mind can’t help to wander, and he ends up imagining himself in the same situation.
♪ wanheda (clarke griffin) ♪
you overhear Abby mention the ache in her heart for Clarke. so, you take it upon yourself to go out searching for her again, not knowing you'd get injured in the process.
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♪ HERE is a link to the original celebration post. this is mostly for me in the future and for those who are curious on what the post looked like. once again, the celebration is over, do not send in any prompts. ♪
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崩坏:星穹铁道 / Honkai: Star Rail (pt1)
While listening to music in preparation for uni work I had this thought that the chorus for P!nk's Blow Me (One Last Kiss) could fit the high cloud quintet lore, at least to my current understanding of it
⚠️ Xianzhou Luofu trailblaze quest spoilers
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Lyrics breakdown:
I think I finally had enough
Following Baiheng's sacrifice on the battlefield, Dan Feng has had enough of endless war and bloodshed and wishes to resurrect her.
I think I maybe think too much
Jing Yuan, as the Divine Foresight, would have to constantly consider different battle strategies and tactics to minimise losses against the denizens of abundance, likely resulting in excessive rumination and stress.
I think this might be it for us
"Of five people, three must pay a price"
Baiheng's death starts the domino effect that eventually leads to the disbanding of the hcq.
Yingxing becomes Blade after using emanator Shuhu's flesh in an attempt to resurrect Baiheng, his immortality being both a blessing and a curse.
Dan Feng is forced to undergo moltung rebirth as punishment for committing one of the ten unpardonable sins, eventually reincarnating into Dan Heng.
Jingliu becomes mara-struck after defeating the Transmutation Arcanum and eventually succcumbs to her insanity.
Of the hcq, only Jing Yuan remains.
Blow me one last kiss
The act of blowing a kiss usually occurs when people are parting ways or when they are physically distant but are within view of each other.
Maybe Baiheng blew a kiss to her friends before fighting the denizens of abundance, leading to her death. This would make her last interaction with the hcq be a farewell flying kiss.
You think I'm just too serious
As the general of the Luofu, Jing Yuan is forced to do his duty to the Xianzhou, including killing a mara-struck Jingliu, (presumably) banishing a vengeful Yingxing/Blade, and exiling the reincarnation of Dan Feng.
I think you're full of shit
Based on Blade's voiceline "About Jing Yuan", I'd imagine he harbours some kind of resentment for Jing Yuan never doing anything to avoid their fates (doomed by the narrative and all that).
My head is spinning so
Blow me one last kiss
The beginning of the Xianzhou Luofu main quest has Dan Heng have a nightmare about Blade and his statement "Of five people, three must pay a price. You are one of them."
Just when it can't get worse
As per the the trailblaze mission, Kafka's message to the Astral express brings the crew to the hcq's homeworld, much to Dan Heng's chagrin I assume.
I've had a shit day
After arriving at Scalegorge Waterscape, Dan Heng, Blade and Yanqing fight, upon which it is revealed that Dan Heng is the current incarnation of Dan Feng and half of Imbibitor Lunae (with Bailu being the other half).
Have you had a shit day?
Jing Yuan allows Kafka to take Blade away instead of capturing him and brings Dan Heng IL to the Astral Express crew.
We've had a shit day
Cue the boss fight with Phantylia, where Dan Heng basically impales Jing Yuan with cloudpiercer (his spear) to achieve victory.
I think that life's too short for this
Not so much a lore-related part, but I think it is a bit ironic that in the hcq how the long-life species have their lives cut short, and the short-life species have their lives significantly extended.
Jingliu and Baiheng would have been the first of the long-life species to die, and Dan Heng would choose to live as a (short-life) member of the Astral Express instead of as a High Elder on the Luofu
Yingxing had gained an immortal body as Blade, thus extending his life significantly more than if he remained a short-life being.
As expected, only Jing Yuan remains the same.
Want back my ignorance and bliss
I'd imagine that the current incarnations of the hcq sometimes reminisce about the good old days when they were all alive and well, but alas they are doomed by the narrative and are no longer who they once were.
I think I've had enough of this
Dan Heng no longer wishes to be affiliated with Imbibitor Lunae and hopes to leave Dan Feng's legacy behind.
Blow me one last kiss
Jingliu's companion quest has the hcq meet up for the last time at Scalegorge Waterscape, where they truly disband and go their own separate ways.
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I did think that some other lines in the song could also fit, but only in snippets as opposed to the whole section that is the chorus. Such as:
[Verse 1]
Eyes on fire, eyes on fire
And they burn from all the tears
I've been crying, I've been crying
I've been dying over you
Could reference the feelings of the hcq after Baiheng's death
[Verse 2]
No more battles for me
Jingliu, Yingxing, and Dan Feng will no longer fight for the Xianzhou as the great heroes they were once known as no longer exist
[Bridge]
I will breathe, I will breathe
I won't worry at all
Jing Yuan in the current story is the only one to remain "alive" as he used to be when the hcq was still active. He can no longer worry for his old friends as their current incarnations have moved on and no longer have ties to the Xianzhou.
[Bridge]
You will pay for your sins
You'll be sorry, my dear
Both Jingliu and Blade will face their punishment as wanted criminals, with both of them lamenting how they got where they are now.
[Bridge]
All the lies, all the "why's" will all be crystal clear
Dan Heng eventually learns more about Dan Feng and his history on the Xianzhou, regaining more of his memory and understanding that while Dan Feng is his past, he should not set the tone for his future.
#honkai star rail#honkai sr#high cloud quintet#ideas i will never go through with#this one actually hit the world limit im surprised#there will be pt2#(。・//ε//・。)#(;ʘロʘ)
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Different kinds of strength Pt1
Similar to For The Sake Of A Smile by @snippychicke, Iruma has an adoptive human Aunt that followed him into the netherworld. Shes the librarian at Babyls and Jazz goes to her of all people for help addressing his familiar Spoo
Iruma is a kind hearted individual. One bad thing about this however, is his lack of associating weakness with softness. Not to say that Iruma - being a softie - is weak, but rather he would be openly vocal about others' softness (and thus weakness) than demons would normally be comfortable with.
It's like he knows a secret, but doesn’t understand why it's important to be discretionary about it. He could easily spill the secret accidentally, without intending to cause the harm that would inevitably follow...
This is what caused Jazz to further communicate with Iruma about the instance in which he found out about his familiar: Spoo.
Iruma was hiding in the room Jazz and Spoo were practicing in, so he could easily eat where the ‘Snack Police’ could not find and apprehend him. Iruma was kind; and Jazz doubted he would intentionally hurt another in such a way, but he had to be sure that his loose lips would always remember that Jazz knew his snacking secret whenever he thought of Spoo. Just to be sure.
"If you're really still worried about his appearance, Jazz, you might wanna talk with my Aunt, Flora."
This was not at all the reaction Jazz expected. Which - Iruma did cower in fear at first, when the mention of keeping Spoo’s appearance discretionary immediately changed Jazz’s demeanor - but now he had realized the purpose, and was unfazed by Jazz's threats.
"Seriously," He continued as Jazz went blank-faced. "She has a lot of experience with personal appearance struggles. I think it might help."
Despite his bafflement at the suggestion, this bit of information must not dissuade Jazz from his original mission.... ensuring Iruma’s ultimate silence about Spoo.
"I'll still tell Clara and the whole Snack Police if you tell." He said firmly, at which Iruma stiffened again - for Clara and Azz had just appeared behind Jazz. The two students met eyes once more.
"My lips are sealed!" Iruma said before scampering off towards his main 2 friends. Thank Devi he didn't have any snacks to hide at that moment, or he would've been a goner.
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Flora had taken over Babyls’ Library not long after most of the misfit class had gone to Walter Park together in the summer. She was supposedly as secluded as Iruma had been from the rest of the Netherworld before entering Babyls (though how Sullivan managed to keep his mouth shut about his precious daughter and grandson for such a time, Jazz would never be certain enough to bet on). She was unranked, and seemed to have a wide array of general knowledge rather than one particular specialty.
She was physically and magically weak like Spoo, but there wasn't much else Jazz could see in comparison. The bit Iruma said about personal appearance experience got Jazz quite more curious about her, however. Was she insecure about her rankless status, was there some sort of trauma she suffered that affected her sense of self? It was too perplexing a concept for him to ignore.
He had to know what the fuck Iruma was talking about. Was he calling him insecure?
Flora definitely seemed to be as shy as Iruma was kind - on top of being equally as kind - but the more Jazz tried to think about it, the more his brain tried to shut the thoughts down; such levels of kindness were unnatural in the netherworld. Better to just straight up confront her.
But how?
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Flora was known through out Babyls for not only being the Librarian, but also being rankless, kind, shy… and also riding astride a fucking nightmare’s back to and fro various long distances.
Right on top of their wing base.
The subject in question then became how the fuck Flora had managed to have such steep control over a netherworld creature that it would allow her to sit there as it moved, while still being as weak as she was.
Everyone saw the way she treated the nightmares though, and the sight was less than steeped in control; which is what was even more perplexing.
"What does your familiar look like?" Jazz blurted, suddenly popping up from her desk one day. Startled, Flora dropped her book down and braced one hand on her chest and another against the desk for support as she tried to calm herself down from the fright. "You have one, right? One of the nightmares?" Jazz continued, unbothered.
Flora took another moment to steady herself, which was considered normal for her. She needed a moment longer to tell her mind and body that it was not, in fact, in danger. Probably something picked up from her theoretically traumatic past, everyone figured. She was weak and rankless, and thus used much more adrenaline running through her to survive whatever danger she encountered.
"Well," Flora started, settling into a normal more relaxed position to converse with the student. "Chestnut is my familiar, but why do you ask?" Discussing and showing off her familiar’s appearance - while self-satisfying - would draw too much attention to her. She was a human, after all; just like Iruma. Although the act of obtaining her own familiar had been precise and intentional, now that more knowledge was known about humans having familiars after Iruma undoubtedly re-summoned Kalego after supposedly forever breaking their familiar contract bond.
"....just curious." Jazz says, intending to be careful. Flora took more care in sealing her lips on sensitive topics that she didn’t understand the sensitivity about, but she still let a few things slip willy-nilly once and a while. The lack of context gave Flora a pause in her response.
"....are you doing some sort of research?" She finally asked.
Research? Plenty of students came into the library for their scholarly and personal research purposes. Yes, that is what this would be classified as for Jazz. Personal research.
"Yes. I'm curious about familiars' varying appearances, their functions and perceptions based on them. And how often familiars appearances change."
"Oh, my. Let's see..." This was quite a specific inquiry, one more suited for a teacher who knew more about familiars; like Robin, seeing as he was the instruction for familiar classes - even Kalego would be a better choice, as he oversaw each students familiar summoning every year. "Honestly, you might be better off asking Robin or Kalego. They have more experience with various familiars than I do."
Jazz grimaced at the suggestion. Robin was too..... all over the place. And he would gain hardly anything more than he was already getting from regular familiar lectures (although lecture is not the word one would use to describe Robin’s lessons). Kalego would certainly know about various familiar forms, but... the demon was too brash and strict a teacher as it was for Jazz. That one bonus lesson in Walter park had been hell enough - he wanted to avoid more if he could.
“I've heard enough about their private lessons from Iruma, Soi, and Lied for my own taste. Surely you know something about peculiar cases yourself?” Jazz pressed. He wanted Flora of all demons to be the one to open up about this. Not because of anything Iruma has implied or said, but because she was kind and patient and quiet - not noisy and boisterous like the rest of the staff he would otherwise have to turn to.
“Hmmm....” This was clearly a sensitive matter to Jazz, from what Flora could tell. He was unwilling to offer much information or seek a more reliable and trustworthy source. And while demons did act differently from humans, Flora was at least certain about this. “Come inside my office for a minute”
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‘Office’ is the word Flora used. ‘Prep room’ is the word anyone else in the Netherworld would’ve used. Nevertheless, Flora had made it into quite the little personal reading nook. A spot for snuggled reading, a spot for note taking, and a spot for organization and planning.... Its personal touch was a bit odd compared to the other teachers' prep rooms - though Flora is a rather odd demon, Jazz supposed.
Jazz took a seat on a couch before a smallish coffee table, while Flora took to a small single chair. As she settled in, she pulled her feet and legs up into the seat with her, curling her arms and body around to keep them in place as she sat.
“So what's this specifically you're looking for?” Flora started. Jazz was still a bit hesitant to be so outright with the information at hand, but he figured that alone in the prep room no one would overhear or see about his little Spoo’s condition. He let out an aggravated sigh.
“My familiar’s appearance.” He began. The crux of the issue was that despite Spoo's growing skills, uses, and talents, his appearance was still cause for concern in the young demon. Spoo had some scales at the base of his tail, and he managed to steal Irumas secret snacks that one time they were discovered, but Jazz had still ultimately decided to use the face mask thing that was intended for Soi during the music festival for the heartbreaker exam. Jazz loved Spoo, and accepted him. But it felt like with this insecurity, he hadn't truly accepted Spoo for everything that he is. And that did not sit well with him.
“... you want to change it's appearance?” Flora questioned after allowing Jazz a paused moment to think.
“Yes.” Surely that was safe enough to admit.
“Well,” She started. “From what I understand, a familiars appearance is based on the summoners personality. It's a reflection of who they are on the inside.”
“Yes” Jazz confirmed.
“So are you afraid or upset by what your familiar’s appearance has to say about your personality?” Flora asked.
“Well...” Jazz paused again. How could he say this correctly? “It's not that I don't care for my familiar; I've accepted him, and his appearance is not his own fault in the slightest. But what his appearance says about my personality doesn't match up with...” He drifted off, rotating his hands in a circle to try and grasp the end to his sentence.
Flora almost felt as though she were a therapist of sorts at this moment. Jazz was clearly having trouble voicing the crux of the issue - something she could relate to - so she did her best to ease it out of him in a way he wouldn't freeze up or pause much over.
“What do you think about your own personality? Who do you think you are as a demon?” She prompted. Jazz had to think long and hard about that.
“Who am I....” He mumbled, looking at the floor as he thought. “My brother is just about the worst. And I'm convinced if I were in his shoes as an older brother I would be much better behaved.” Flora nodded at this, indicating she was listening and had heard the meaning behind his words. “But my family bloodline ability contradicts that idea. A thief can't be soft. Snakes have scales, not fur.”
“Are you a snake?” Flora - as a human - was quite partial to metaphors and similes, but she knew such things could be harder to grasp for demons - and hell, even some humans had a particularly hard time with the constant way she formed and wove them into her life.
“My fingers are snake-like when I steal, and my familiar's original appearance has two snake tails.” Jazz supplied, thinking he knew where she was going.
“Hmmm.... so you are expected to be tough like a snake... but deep inside you feel soft?” Jazz grimaced at the word. Soft often equated to weak in the Netherworld, and to be perceived as such made a dangerous target of demons. Jazz thought it was a miracle already that Flora had survived this long in the Netherworld - much less taken care of Iruma in it. “Why is it a bad thing?” She asked in response to Jazz’s own response to the word soft.
“Soft means weak,” He stated more firmly as he sat, hunched over with hands balled on top of his legs, pink tipped ears of embarrassment. He opened his mouth to speak again - something similar along the lines of what he had just said - but Flora interrupted him.
“I hate that notion.” Voice and posture stern, her legs were now curled flat against the chair she sat upon instead of hugged around her arms. Jazz looked up at her in surprise, forgetting his own embarrassment. “It speaks nothing to the power softness holds.” He sat there with his mouth open for a hot second before Flora finally decided what to do next.
“Come see my Familiar,” She said.
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Sullivan had a stable area made at Babyls ever since he first got the nightmares and carriage for Iruma; but the area has since been turned over to Flora as she tamed the horse-like creatures.
“I assume you've got a familiar summoning seal on you?” Flora had asked on their walk over, prompting Jazz to quickly steal one off of a nearby demon they passed.
When they arrived, Jazz had never seen anything like it. The carriage itself was stored off to the side and well out of the way - or at least it would have been, had it been rode to school that day. The rest of the place was strewn with straw and hay, and built mostly out of wood. There was a small section for the saddles, bridles, blankets, grooming tools, etcetera that Flora had called ‘tack’ and then there were the stable sections for the individual nightmares.
“Let's see that seal now,” Flora said, holding out her hand for the sticker. Jazz gave it to her while looking around some more, still quite unused to the stables. Quickly putting the sticker on and raising her hand, Flora summoned her familiar. With a small flash, a white nightmare appeared beside the librarian.
Jazz was startled by the scene, causing the creatures to flatten their ears back and snort in agitation before Flora calmed them down.
“Do your best to keep your emotions minimal and under control, they might get startled.” Flora stated, running her hands through the white nightmares mane of hair - silver sparkling hair, that was originally plain white like a cloud. The creature's coat was glossy white as it shimmered, and its horn seemed to glow with magic... Jazz had never seen anything like it.
“Whoah...” Was all he managed to get out while Flora continued to soothe the nightmare at her fingers.
“What do you notice?” Flora asked, prompting for an answer.
“Uh... The horn looks like it's brimming with magic and the hooves look like they could kill with one kick - but at a distance, this thing looks more like some sort of fluffy decoration?” Jazz frowned at the realization once the words came to him. How could something be so soft and so deadly?
“That's right. Chestnut here is a very pretty nightmare who could kill you in one fell swoop - she is soft AND strong. At the same time, and neither takes away from the other.” Flora paused for a moment to allow Jazz to soak all the information up. “Now, let's see yours”
Jazz was startled just enough to manage to summon Spoo before he thought too clearly on the subject. With a poof, the fluffy little doggo was before their feet and the white nightmare was snuffing for context on what was happening. Flora sat on the ground and crossed her legs, opening up to the new creature with a smile.
“Well hi there little fella, what's your name?” As Spoo determined the librarian was not a threat, he pawed his way over a little to greet her. Flora offered her hand for sniffing and some head scratches. Jazz sank to the floor from his own embarrassment. After a while of getting acquainted with the new familiar, Flora finally spoke again. “So what's wrong with him?” She asked.
Probably the wrong wording, given Jazz’s response.
“That's the thing, nothing’s wrong with him!” He burst out, causing the nightmares in the stable to stir a little. Flora hushed them and got Chestnut to plop down on the floor with them, then waited for Jazz to elaborate. “He’s....He’s very loyal and hard working and we have a good bond, and he’s been becoming more physically useful with his physical form - he could hardly do anything at first - but his appearance is still..... Just some soft little guy.” Jazz paused to scritch Spoo himself, nearing the end of his explanation. “He’s a symbol of my soft weak spot”
“He’s a symbol of your love and your heart” Flora corrected softly. She was going to have NONE of that soft equaled weak/bad ideology. Jazz looked up at Flora, confused and awaiting an explanation of what she meant. “Do any of your fellow students feel like younger siblings to you?” Flora asked, remembering what he said earlier about his own older brother.
“Well..... at Walter Park, my group of guys asked me to lead and help them with such pleading little faces... it filled me with a sense of pride in my strength that they would come and look up to me like that - even though I was panicking - and during the heartbreaker exam when I first saw my kohai, I just felt... this deep sudden urge to prove that strength and pride all over again...”
“Hmmm,” Flora hummed in understanding. “That's a beautiful thing to see reflected in your familiar.”
“Yeah, but it also shows a weak spot. It shows that if people attack those I care about then they can get to me,” Jazz countered.
“It could also show how fiercely you’d protect them, if you wanted.” Flora said, making Jazz pause to think for a second. He looked back over at the white nightmare, laying belly flat on the stable floor with legs tucked in, all pure beauty and killing power rolled into one - and it dawned on him.
“Your familiar.... The beauty hides its strength, like a fly trap lures in prey only to chomp down on them when they get too close.” There were several such similar plants in the harvest festival that lured in prey with such deceiving tactics. “But, what are you trying to lure?”
“Nothing, really. I’m just a big old softie willing to kill for those I care about. Not my fault if someone tries to take a bite out of something I'm protecting. The softness is for the ones I care about - and also for me, because it feels really nice - but I also have measures in place to protect what I find soft and beautiful, so that I can continue enjoying it.” Flora leaned back while clutching her toes, admiring the stable around them. Jazz looked too, trying to see it - and her - through new eyes.
Flora was rankless, kind, and shy - but she also had stomped around for days when Soi went missing after dropping out of school during the music festival. She defended her library with great strength, not afraid to kick anybody out who mistreated the space or materials. She defended everything she loved with great fierceness - including her differences. She loved deeply and strongly, and was a force to be reckoned with on the rare occasions she ever got mad.
“...why don't you have a rank?” Jazz asked upon reflection, thinking of everything Flora accumulated to. Soft, yes - but also fierce and strong. Why was she rankless?
“Well, that's because my forms of strength aren't measured by the ranking system, is all. My strength comes from love, and from the power of my mind - not my magic or my muscles. The ranking system doesn't really account for that, so it wouldn't reflect upon me properly.”
Stay tuned for part 2 in which Flora chases Jazz and Spoo around with a fucking bat like a madman!
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Rian fashion timeline pt1
what can i say, i love my son!!!!!
He wears the hyur starting gloves + boots like 90% of the time so it was very fun to build outfits around these mostly unchanging elements fdkljghkjdfgh
Some trivia under the cut :>
In ARR he tended to wear looser clothing, things like those low-level wizard robes, out of a desire to not be perceived; he was a loner who preferred to blend in and go unnoticed (for the most part, he still is)
The blue byregotia choker is a good luck charm his little sister, Honora, gave him
All the beautiful earrings in this game, and he only wears the lvl29 lapis lazuli earrings, or the House Fortemps earrings fglkjhdfgjhfdj (there's a story behind the lapis earrings but I don't know it yet)
After the Vault, he quits SCH and WHM for a long time because the shame and frustration of mastering those skills specifically to prevent such things from happening only to fail to save his best friend was too much to cope with. So he switched almost exclusively to PLD
The sword he has from the end of HW on is Haurchefant's- Artoirel gave it to him, and he later gives it to Ysera when she takes up paladin (what happens to it after that I'm not sure, but it's kept as a keepsake regardless)
During the fight with Sophia, he pulled a very reckless heroic stunt that he thought would kill him. It didn't, but it damaged his Halonic shield badly enough that it was no longer usable, and his injuries made him miss the fight with Zurvan. His armor was also trashed
The armor he wore after that was a bit lighter, for ease of switching between PLD and SMN- because at that time, I don't think anyone had figured out how to switch classes and gear sets mid-battle yet the way Meteor does in the SHB trailer (and also he lost main tank privileges due to the Sophia incident)
His new shield was made of Shiva's ice, in memory of Ysayle
He did not join O'ravi and the others on the recon mission, so he was in Rhalgr's Reach when Zenos attacked, and Zenos almost killed him (mainly because he was wildly unprepared to fight someone as strong as Zenos). He still joined the journey east, but his friends made him sit out the Sirensong Sea dungeon and for a while, they only let him join fights as SMN. Less risk of his recklessness biting him in the ass that way
He did not enjoy returning to Kugane. His family moved there from Radz-at-Han when he was 9 and left for Eorzea when he was 17, so the place is just kinda. Bad memories. He hated the Ruby Sea more tho because that's where he and his dad were sailing when his dad was killed.
He picked up samurai and learned a lot of it from Hien and Gosetsu so he would have something to focus on. Can't fall into the endless spiral of despair if you're too busy learning how to fight with a katana!
#mr chronic depression my beloved son#i made this instead of doing the arcadion raids LMAOO#if you zoom in on his kugane outfit you can see one of his tattoos ehehehehe#rian ashbrooke#ffxiv
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The cats are vying for my attention
LK 109: Making a Bunker Mountain Out Of A Bunker Molehill
(pt1)(pt2)(pt3)(pt4)
foreground artist appreciation moment, that is ALOT of straight lines and perspective to heep organized.
What's Gaston's lanky cousin doing in Massachusetts Bay.
Ayyy Frigate Friggin Saturday (not a frigate)
All of Boston Harbor:
I know its hella simplified in that frame there but I keep forgetting how fucking small these cities were. And then there's Philadelphia.
Girl got a little excited for Frigate Friggin Saturday.
Straight up. Writing to her mother in an active battlefield. At this point I think its a coping mechanism/anxiety vest.
Also how is she seeing anything.
Lady Phillips, when she reads 2 months later that her teenage daughter was on another battlefield:
D'aawwww its so cute.
You're hiding underneath a dinghy and shells are exploding around you, but go on.
How the fuck have they not gone deaf and acquired a traumatic brain injury yet.
Oh, honey.
busteddddd
Well it certainly didn't take long for this beach to get occupied.
How the fuck does she know him.
I get that same expression when someone recognizes me but I don't recognize them.
...he still has no idea who she is.
I tHoUgHt ThEy WeRe ALL bRiTiSh SuBjEcTs
"Wait... do I fucken know her?"
Campaign Item added to Inventory. Story Mission updated. New areas on the map have been unlocked.
Also just noticed Sgt Wellwright's VA is the same as Cousin Tom's, but he's pitched deeper and less happy. Man, I miss that cinnamon roll yes I am that person who will see/hear a familiar actor, point it out, and say what else they were in, I am so sorry its not an impulse that is easily ignored.
Buddy, please tell me you're aiming downrange.
"Fuck off, James."
God these militiamen are such primadonnas.
#liberty's kids#james hiller#sarah phillips#amrev#henri lefebvre#Breed's Hill#Bunker Hill#tricorn on the cob watches LK and makes inane commentary#tricorn watches
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1959 Pt1 - The OSS
"You are so beautiful Mrs. Donnelly."
"I love when you call me that."
"Does it turn you on?"
"Maybe."
"Then I'll say it often." Jamal looped his arm through hers and pulled her closer to take a drink. She smiled and took a drink of her own filled with anticipation.
"And how does my dear bride want to spend the last night of her honeymoon. Something naughty I hope."
He pulled her into a kiss and she melted into him as his hands entangled themselves in her hair. "Whatever you want, Darling."
He responded by moaning into her mouth lustfully.
Then he was at her neck, pulling on her so hard, she was sure he would leave a mark. He breathed against her neck, "Your skin is so soft and smells like lemon and cherries." His lips grazed over her unscarred places and then his tongue was moving over her and she cringed.
"Jamal?" It felt so good but suddenly her world was tilting. "Jamal?"
"Yes baby." If she didn't know better she would have sworn it was Don's voice in her ear, Don's tongue on her neck, Don's hands pulling off her swimsuit.
"Stop."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"I...nothing."
He pulled off her swimsuit and wrapped his arms around her pulling her close and whispering the things he planned to do in her ear. She melted against him fighting the memories coursing through her. They'd had an incredible honeymoon, why was he haunting her now?
He pulled her closer, getting into position behind her. She put his arm around his neck as much to assure herself it was him as to have something to hold.
"I'm going to enter you now." but it was Don's voice that she heard, Don's hands on her hips as he pushed inside her.
Don pinned her against the side of the hot tub his entire body dominating her.
"Hey...you okay." Jamal backed away, worry filling his eyes.
She studied him for a moment, reminding herself of the man her husband was. She knew him. He wasn't like Don. "I'm fine."
While Sofia tossed and turned to Don nightmares, Jamal was enjoying the cool summer night on their porch contemplating his next move. If the HCR already had the cypher than he'd already failed. He was better off ending his marriage and bringing his mission to a close.
Sofia woke with a start, groping the side of the bed for her husband but he wasn't there. She needed his comfort. She wouldn't even need to tell him what she dreamed just curling up with him on the lounge chair and falling asleep in the safety of his arms would be enough.
"Ransacking my house wasn't enough?"
"Plumb."
"You already got the cypher why are you here?"
"No, we don't have it?"
"You're lying."
"No! I...I thought Sofia might have opened it."
"That's why you tore apart the shelves!?"
"Honest, it was already gone when I arrived!"
At that same moment, Stefan paced an apartment in San Myshuno. "I'm not crazy right? You see it too?"
"I'm not a botanist Stefan. I don't know what half these symbols mean."
"You don't need to be a botanist. You went to university for this kind of thing right?"
Nikolas sighed as Stefan paced his apartment and looked at the document again. "So there's a toxin in the plant that changes people's emotions is that right?"
"Right but too much can cause such extreme emotions you can die from it."
"That's...intense. Why is this important?"
"Because this goes so far beyond the crime ring. Local legends says the Omiscan's were highly advanced, one night there was a flash of light and all of them were gone. Now this plant appears and the biological structure is like no plant in our worlds. It's something...alien."
"Hey! Are you even listening to me?"
Nik scowled and bent to get his pencil,
"Yeah, yeah. Weird alien plants. Stefan, aliens don't exist. I know it seems strange but there's always an explanation. While you've been chasing conspiracy theories, here are the cold hard facts."
Stefan sat across from Nikolas as Nik slid a document of his own toward Stefan. "Have you ever heard of the OSS?"
"Yeah, they're like the arch enemies of the HCR but...worse. The HCR is a family who just wants control of their own territory...the OSS is power hungry."
"Correct. The OSS or Oasis Springs Syndicate is far more careful in hiding their identity because they're involved in much shadier stuff. Prostititution and trafficking being a big part of it."
"You think that Sofia was in that when she was with Don?"
"I think she still is."
"But she's with Jamal now."
"Jamal is OSS."
"How can you be sure?"
"Have you ever been to Sofia's house?"
"I can't say I have. Have you?"
"Not inside but I don't need to, to see the glaring truth. These here are pictures of the outside of the house. This is the blueprint."
Sofia's heart was pounding a million miles a minute. Surely she was still dreaming. Jamal wasn't capable of this...but she knew he was...she'd known all this time that he'd done the same to Don and she'd never asked questions. She couldn't risk him knowing she'd seen.
"Wait...what is this?" Stefan pointed to a place on the picture near the enclosed yard. "Where do these 3 windows go?"
"Exactly. This shows the kitchen as extending out or perhaps another room...but...it's not on the blueprint. There's a room in that house that doesn't exist."
1959 Pt2 - Jameson Reed
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