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12. Does your Guardian hoard weapons and materials or are they picky?

It depends. On one hand, you can't be too over-prepared, but on the other, it gets to an extreme -- he's always keeping surpluses of things like upgrade modules stored on his jumpship, and other materials and emergency supplies, but sometimes he forgets that they're there and ends up with more than a surplus. At least there's enough to hand around, which he could and would do generously. It's not like he needs like a million of one thing anyways.

As for weapons, he only keeps what he knows for certain he's going to use. The rest is scrap to donate to the gunsmiths, to re-sell, trade, dismantle, use in upgrades, repairs, experiments, to provide for his crew, etc. He's an accidental materials and weapons hoarder, pretty much.

22. What does their Ghost think of them?

It depends on what part of Nebula's timeline you're talking about!

At first, Pulsar didn't really like Nebula, considering how the Titan was more interested in exploring the wilds and living off the land. He didn't care much about this "Last City," or that he was apparently a Guardian now, and Pulsar scorned his seeming carelessness towards the urgency of the situation. Eventually he accepted this slow life among animals and trees, and even began to prefer it over the Last City. Nebula, affectionately, nicknamed him "Pup," especially considering how Nebula would find him laying with sleeping coyote pups on more than one occasion.

One such habit Pup picked up from Nebula from these days in the wild is how he sometimes communicates entirely in clicks, or sometimes even growls at people or things. It's a habit Nebula mostly broke by now, but Pup exhibits them still, and much more often than Nebula does. Because, well, old habits die hard. And sometimes words won't do something justice in a way a noise would.

Nebula regularly reminds Pup that he would die for him, in which Pup teases with, "I'll just rez you, idiot. Not if I die for you first." Pup is often physically affectionate with Nebula, and whenever he comes out he's nestling himself against Nebula's cheek or neck. At first this was merely a gesture of affection, but after what happened to Sundance, it also provides a layer of safety. It's harder to hit the Ghost when said Ghost is nestled close to the Guardian.

Nebula regards Pup as a continuation of himself, his second half -- a sentiment he believes is shared among all Guardians and Ghosts, and even during his hardest times and most difficult moments, he consults Pup before anyone else, who often provides advice as to what to do next. Pup absolutely adores him, and there's nothing he wouldn't do for him -- sometimes even wishing he wasn't so "tiny and cute," because then he could really do for Nebula everything he wants to, including shouldering his burdens.

29. What did they feel when they lost their Light during the Red War?

He was more concerned with keeping his kids safe.

Ace and Kookaburra were only five going on six at the time, coming on their sixth birthday when they had to evacuate everyone to the Farm and surrounding encampments in the EDZ. It was hard moving them, especially when they had to abandon their beloved home and take the chickens with them, losing several members of their flock in the process.

They only had whatever they could carry, and the kids, being young, were scared and had no idea what was going to happen. And neither Cayde or Nebula had a solid answer. Nebula kneeling in front of them, tearful eyes asking him what's going to happen next and when they could go back home. That big strong Titan taking them into his arms, softly whispering "I don't know" against their hair. Deep hopelessness and uncertainty.

They settled into a cave near the Farm, framed by some ruins and trees, concealing them almost entirely. It was scouted out by Nebula, and it was cool and dry. Considering the first six years after he was Risen were spent in the wild, he was much more experienced with living like this, and so was Cayde, considering he was a Hunter. This was a new experience for the kids, though.

They were Nebula's only concern. The Light can wait. What mattered was keeping his family safe, even if he dies in the process. The War didn't matter, but they did. And he apologized to them the day after they settled in, on the morning of their birthday, voice breaking with his fight against crying -- these kids wanted something big and grand for their sixth birthday, but all they got was a cave, an atmosphere heavy with melancholy fear, and smiles betrayed by weary eyes from the people they've come to love as family. And it broke Nebula's heart. Probably broke Cayde's, too.

48. Favourite food?

Shifting gears here to something lighter!

Nebula doesn't exactly have one favourite, but he does enjoy baking and cooking, and a lot of his favourites come from sentimental attachment. Something someone he knew or loved introduced it to him, or it reminds him of chest-warming or even heart-aching memories. Like spicy ramen -- his memories of his late husband.

Like memories of their first kiss, the taste of ramen broth still on their mouths. A bowl of spicy ramen, the same way Cayde used to have it, was like kissing him again. It warmed him to his very core, with an aftertaste of old grief and maybe even twinges of regret. All that time spent alone when it could've been spent together, if only he was faster. If only he wasn't distracted by the deaths of their children. Then maybe he would've arrived soon enough.

Ramen spice on his tongue. A kiss he yearns for still. Arms around his waist. Photographic memories.

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Hi babe, I would like to ask for an imagine or blurb of Sirius Black with a daddy kink if you're comfortable with that. Thank youuu

hey lovely girl! Thanks for requesting this, i hope you enjoy!

a/n: this got super subspacey and idk how oops

Sirius Black x Fem!Reader. Dom/sub, daddy kink, fingering, light degradation, praise, subspace, light innocence kink? I guess? penetrative sex. Bit of size kink. Post or Pre azkaban Sirius, it isn’t specified in any way :)

“Lay down on your back baby- that’s it, legs spread, such a good girl for me.” Sirius murmurs the gentle command as you comply, laying out on the plush mattress in front of his intense, wandering gaze. You squirm slightly as his eyes rake over your exposed form, fighting the urge to close your legs as you know that such an act would lead to a reprimand at the very least.

“Look at that, your pretty pussy’s dripping for me, isn’t it?” Sirius muses, squatting at the foot of the bed to get a good luck at the slick folds on display before him. Heat rushes to your cheeks as you whimper needily, giving a shy nod. Sirius simpers. “Tell me what you want, puppy. You know to use your words.” He instructs, peering up from the apex of your thighs to give you an expectant look, brow raised.

“Want you to touch me, daddy. Please.” Your voice is soft and breathy, your innocent eyes trained on his, wide with desperation.

“Where, babygirl?” He urges, the sly grin that flashes his canines indicating that he knows exactly where you want him, he just wants to hear you say it.

“My pussy, daddy. Want your fingers in my pussy.” You clarify with minimal hesitation, your desire both for his fingers and to please him winning out over any shyness. Sirius’s grin turns from sly to proud.

“Good puppy, asking so nicely. Daddy’s gonna give you what you want, hm? Gonna fuck you real good with my fingers.” He murmurs lowly as he straightens back to his full height, lean hands coming down to smooth over the tender expanse of your quivering thighs. Then one is moving inward, slender fingers running through your sodden folds teasingly, and your hips buck involuntarily at the almost ticklish sensation. Sirius tuts.

“Stay still for me, doll. Gotta stay nice and still so daddy can take care of you, hm? I’m doin’ the work, not you.” He chides gently, his other hand remaining gentle in its caresses of your thigh in hopes that his words will be enough to keep your movement at bay. You nod, stilling your squirming form, and look down at Sirius with wide eyes.

“Okay, daddy, I’ll be good.” You promise softly, words sweet and genuine. Sirius coos.

“Oh, I know you will. Always such a good little pup for me.” His voice lilts in cutesy baby talk as his fingers move to your center once more. He swipes up through your folds, this time stopping at the top to rub light circles over your sensitive bud. You moan, soft and high, as the sensation sends bursts of pure pleasure through your nerves. The sound is music to Sirius’s ears.

“Oh, such pretty noises” he croons as he keeps up the movements. “You like that? You like when daddy plays with your little button?” He inquires in a voice that should be patronizing, but to your blissed out ears sounds sugary sweet.

“Yes, daddy,” you whine out the response as his skilled touch coaxes more arousal to the forefront of your body and mind “feels so good. Thank you.” You manage to remember your manners through the haze of submissive pleasure that’s settled in your psyche. Sirius, of course, takes notice, and is ready with an abundance of praise.

“Oh, what a sweet pup! Thanking daddy just like you should when he makes you feel good.” His free hand trails up from your thigh to rub softly over your stomach. “Such good manners, baby.” You glow at the praise, pride swelling in your chest even more than usual thanks to the exacerbated desire to please that subspace brings, which you’re now dancing along the edge of.

“Thank you, daddy.” You murmur obediently, watching intently as the man concentrates between your legs. You feel a finger prodding at your entrance and you keen, desperate for it to push inside you and reach the places you need his touch most. A second fingertip gets added, and then your wish is fulfilled, and they’re sheathing slowly into your warm, wet cavern, his knuckles rubbing deliciously by your walls. You moan lewdly at the sensation, working hard to keep still as he’d instructed, and are met with soothing shushes.

“That’s it, babygirl, look at your pretty pussy eatin’ up my fingers. You take them so well, don’t you doll?” He muses, starting to slowly thrust his fingers in and out of you, extended straight to teasingly caress your walls rather than hit that perfect spot. You nod anxiously in response to his question, hips angling slightly in an instinctual attempt to get his fingers right there. But alas, his hand is coming down on your lower belly, holding you firmly to the mattress as he tuts.

“Gonna make daddy hold you down? Too desperate to sit still on your own?” Sirius taunts, pads of his calloused fingers pressing down on your balmy form to keep you locked in place despite your increased efforts to move against him. You whimper.

“‘M sorry, daddy, just feels so good, and you’re teasing” you whine the complaint, not meaning to be bratty but unable to help it with the intense desire roiling in your belly. Sirius raises a brow.

“Watch your tone, pup.” All light teasing is gone from his voice, replaced by a gentle yet stern warning. “Daddy gets to do whatever he wants, hm? And if you disagree with what daddy’s doing, gotta say so nicely, and maybe you’ll get what you want.” He reminds you, gray eyes on yours in a hard stare. You nod quickly.

“Yes, daddy, I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to be bad. Please gimme more, please” you correct your earlier complaint, opting now for a desperate beg. Sirius simpers, cooing.

“Good girl, puppy. That’s much better.” He picks up his movements slightly, hand still pressing down on your abdomen as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you steadily. You whimper at the increased speed, the drag of his fingers delicious against the velvety breadth of your inner walls.

Just when you’re about to cry out again for more he’s giving you just that in the form of crooked fingers. He bends them in a come hither motion in your cunt, expertly caressing the sensitive, spongey spot he has mapped out within you. The desperate arousal pooled in your belly blooms into sheer pleasure at the sensation and you moan, head thrown back, back arching off the mattress. Sirius’s cock throbs at the sight of the beautiful, blissed out image you’re making.

“That’s the spot, isn’t it baby? Made your pussy tighten around my fingers so good” he growls, arousal lowering his already deep baritone voice even further. A pornographic moan is ripped from your throat as the dirty talk adds another delicious layer to the ecstasy you’re experiencing. More thick, impenetrable fog settles in your mind as Sirius’s fingers slowly bring you closer and closer to your inevitable peak. Then a third finger is slipping into you, adding an extra little stretch to your already convulsing pussy.

“Fuck, baby, you’re tight. How are you gonna take my cock if you can barely even take my fingers? Hm?” The man taunts, fingers never halting in their deliberate movements within you. 

“I can take it, daddy! Please, want it so bad- so big- feels so good-please please please” You beg unabashedly. Even in your hazy headspace you know you want his cock desperately, but you struggle to form sentences coherent enough to convey such. 

Luckily, your point seems to get across to Sirius, as he murmurs “Oh baby, I know. Need daddy’s big cock to fill you up, don’t you, sweet thing?” he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you empty and drawing pathetic whines from your throat. Sirius shushes you gently as he moves up, positioning his cock at your entrance, before slowly sliding into your wet heat. The sensation is almost unbearably intoxicating, your clouded, submissive mind heightening the pleasure at the fact that daddy’s cock is finally inside you. Sirius groans from where he hovers above you, leaning down to bracket his arms on either side of your head, supporting himself as he bottoms out.

“Fuck, baby, you take a big cock so well for such a little thing.” He growls out, somehow managing to sound taunting even with the low, raspy nature of his voice. The praise is music to your ears in this state- your mind and body buzzing with the desire to make daddy happy, nothing else matters more. Even your own pleasure has taken a backseat to this desire, though you certainly wouldn’t complain if along the way to daddy’s satisfaction you got to have an orgasm yourself. Luckily, that appears to be the case tonight.

“Mm, you feel so good pup” Sirius murmurs erotically, mouth positioned by your ear, allowing the warmth of his breath to ghost over the shell of it. “Nice and tight. I want you to make daddy come, precious. Y’know how you’re gonna do that? Hm?” He noses along your jawline as he questions you, pressing the occasional sloppy kiss to your heated skin. You whimper pitifully and give a shake of your head, barely able to form thoughts let alone responses. Sirius croons at your pathetic state.

“Gotta cum for me, babygirl. Gotta milk daddy’s cock and make him cum in your little pussy. Can you do that? Huh? Can you be a good little girl and cum for me?” He inquires tauntingly, voice quiet with how close his face is positioned to yours, making any volume above a whisper unnecessary. You nod at his words, finding great comfort in the fact that yes, you can definitely do that. 

As his cock continues to drive into you, tip sponging over your g-spot with each deep thrust, and his lips continue to leave wet, open mouthed kisses over your jaw and neck, you feel your orgasm quickly building within you. The coals in your belly burn hotter and hotter, something Sirius picks up on by your fluttering walls, and with a final firm nip to the juncture of your neck and shoulder the coals burst to life. Blazing flames of pleasure spread within you, reaching each and every nerve and enveloping your body in pure, intense, blissful euphoria. 

Your hands grapple desperately at Sirius’s shoulders, curling around the lean, firm muscle there and serving as the only thing grounding you in reality along with his rumbling voice saying “good girl, just like that, gonna make daddy cum.” The words barely leave his lips fast enough to serve as any sort of warning as his hips stutter, and the motion is followed by a low groan and the warm sensation of his thick seed spilling into you. You sigh contentedly at the feeling of being filled by him. 

You’re falling from the lofty clouds of bliss and landing in the soft, pillowy fog of post-coitus, mind pleasantly blank and body tingling dully. All you process is Sirius’s calloused touch trailing lightly over your arm, and his lips placing a tender kiss on your forehead before they open to speak.

“Daddy loves you, baby.” he whispers, warm breath cascading over your nose and mouth, granting you the familiar smell and taste of him.

“I love you too.” 

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