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#I'm gonna be real with you chief
kethsi · 2 months
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Actually, since no one gratz'ing me when I achieve something I'm happy with is starting to get old, I'm putting these here now.
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steves-strapcollection · 10 months
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funny story from today, i was so done i almost called my coworker "babygirl"
he would not have appreciated that at all
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riddlerbrandautism · 4 months
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My f/os: Warren graham stimboard
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glassautomaton · 9 months
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Fun fact Andrea Adams lore-old is zero Or AA aka scp-784
Yep. A number of things in Resurrection allude to this, such as:
Kain refusing to see Adams, which is because seeing her would be like seeing someone else wearing the face of his dead daughter.
The phrase "Something behind her eyes went click" presumably referring to some kind of machinery in her head.
The refusal of Kain to reproduce her suit, as it's largely a placebo, or at least just something to delimit Adams' capabilities. Maybe the suit itself is like an extra layer of armor, though - that's what I'm going for in DA, though not much else.
The fact that her memories start about ten years ago, coinciding to when Olympia was shuttered.
That scene in Girl's Night Out where Iris talks a bit about her past and Adams reacts weirdly to it. Originally I thought this was alluding to Adams being Beatrix in some capacity, though this isn't actually the case.
I might be missing something but that should be a reasonable list off the top of my head. Despite the initials lining up with Adrian, Adams is just Olympia Zero/Sophia, not Adrian or Beatrice in some capacity. Double confirmed by a Resurrection author I spoke to a while back about my series.
Actually, I was asked to not reveal this in my series before the Resurrection revival can, but the author has not responded to any of my messages over the better part of a year and never gave me a timeframe on when the next articles were supposed to come out. So... probably gonna get to it in the next couple of tales.
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brown-little-robin · 7 months
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get loved, nerd
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hello.
commentary in the tags. it is slightly negative, so please feel free to simply scroll on if that's not for you!
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unproduciblesmackdown · 2 months
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a decade later sure i'll put it into Text Post "tumblr user claims: plausibly may feasibly" form, starting with these classic screenshots i still have saved
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this being dialogue from 2015's always watching: a marble hornets story, which is like hey this is a pretty well produced indie venture & you can sure like sit through it even if you then never watch it again b/c it's still kind of overly on the beaten path & "i'm not sure this choice is justified in much of anything" (see: bizarrely omnipresent thread of a love triangle just to be There; typical Mental Patient(tm) Harbinger; several real marked More Is Less instances arguably) that is still a better time than other random horror material i've seen & hated vs. only mostly been underwhelmed by but in an Overall Shrug way alone. yeah imdb's 4.7 out of 10 seems fair enough if you consider like 5 stars truly middle of the road solid if forgettable vs that anything < 7 stars is for [Bad!] or whatever
anyways the main character is named milo & indeed the creator(s) / actors / writers troy joseph & tim were involved in the production at all: tim at least by being the first step in doug jones's casting by reaching out directly (online), but troy & joseph also via Some writing, like in that slender game sequel also: not the Primary creators / writers, but still officially involved in the creative process at all. & i knew of them & they knew of me by this time & in a [source: dude just trust me] style of way, i, a tumblr user, am like "i think milo alwayswatching Could be named after me, milo unproduciblesmackdown. lol." b/c also like yeah i can take it on the chin if it's a coincidence, which is also likely. great name & it's just not being used enough in fictional & nonfictional people's names. you might also be aware that some role in tribetweIve is named milo (maybe the main guy. i never watched it) so you might also speculate it's named after that guy, which seems plausible also, But: afaik there are no other similar plausible shoutouts at all, to that series or to emh which was just as majorly like One Of Those 3 Biggest Online Series. may or may not add a grain of salt to take it with. like my own "of course, there's a grain of salt in 'milo just like me milo, and Uncoincidentally?' b/c how wouldn't there be. a name people have"
the dude just trust me argument: distilling it down to "i went to their first convention & then the same one the next year, & in these experiences i Know they knew of me from that + also online, where people knew my name was milo as well" and "it seems feasible enough it's an easter egg Not Coincidence that i first knew this character's name happened to also be milo b/c someone who experienced a clip sent me an ask about it, so they assumed it was a possible actual connection too lol." and, of course, it might be a fun coincidence after all. but i'm still like "yeah no it Could be a funny little shoutout to me specifically for real" and mean it and, again, i can endure it if i'm completely wrong. b/c who could care, and also b/c it's so funny that the character is a guy who basically just is like "i am going to have a bad attitude. b/c of the insistent tiresome love triangle thing. well now I'm insistently tiresome" and fucking everything up but like, sure. exasperating epic fail protagonists
the only relevance i think it has besides "to me, b/c i can go haha yeah. that might be like: just like me!!" is that it's Also plausible b/c yeah marble hornets Is the kind of series that might go "this could be an easter egg about some queer autistic tumblr user we know about" lmao, its Inherent Queerness both re: the material and in the creators' knowledge like yep that's how our Appreciators skew! like it's low stakes to be like [lol, Me. perhaps] b/c it's obviously of zero importance like it adds no info, i'm just some rando queer fan from back in the day, but it's this potential Fun Fact that's funny to know & it's about "yeah like they knew i was trans back then too & that it was like, amidst the MH Fans, like nobody's cishet man (shaggy rogers voice)" Gay Rights!
#marble hornets#It's Possible And Someone Should Say It#and like fr i'm saying it with a swagful humility b/c yeah ofc it feels like an overreach to be like ME Milo???? but it could be fr#and ofc it's just a funny little detail If So so it's also really not that much of a reach b/c nobody else could care one way or another#the only possible Reactions beyond ''main character named milo? this has zero extra meaning for me''#is Me; Specifically going [gasp!] (which i did anyways b/c Pointing! & b/c yeah thee whole time it's like It Could Be Just Like Me Fr)#and tribetwelveheads going ''like as in tribetweIve?'' which like still maybe but gotta keep it real with you chief: Less Likely#it's funny if i'm right And it's funny if i'm wrong so like yeah ofc i'll Just Say It. i can endure in good humour if Knowing no it's not#and like i could just ask. but in my prior chitchatting with [Yeah We Know Of Each Other] quadruple A status#(amicable and/or allied acquaintance) like it just hasn't ever been much or really At All abt marble hornets or anything else ''official''#yeah i Could barge into tim's dms like HEY do you MAYBE KNOW this trivia?? about MEEE??? but like. i'm not gonna lmao#i'm gonna be like: post more new kittycat pics worstie!!!! if anything.#or be like ''you're So right. recommend skinamarink to all past present future marble hornets fans'' hell yeah king#(as someone who Hypothetically enjoys horror; thus in actual practice virtually always hates horror. That Fr! sm good fckg food)#anyways like it can't possibly matter. sure just as plausibly a ''haha no it Is coincidental'' situation like & so i can endure that though#it's most plausible thanks to the [i did manage to make it to their first convention! a lot of fun. & i bought their mask]#like this fact was 99% irrelevant to Anyone Else; e.g. anyone online then or now#but it did boost making me a specific person the main creative / production trio guys Knew Of lol. being a queer autistic fan can do that#i also never use these screenshots lol but i did save them & still like just now stumble across them like oh yeah that guy! that Mystery!#we can keep it up for that mystique & ambiguity. & b/c again i have no cause to barge in at an A.A.A.A. like Answer My Trivia Boy!!#this would Also be funny but for the sake of any actual 4A rapport i will not be attempting it for Detached Jests#(conveniently this prevents me from bravely enduring taking it on the chin anyways! hence casually posting a Fun Fact. we'll never know)#also remembering i don't even have my name being milo on my blog header. But It Is
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fuzzy-robot · 1 year
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a good rpg will really have you laid up saying shit like "so this is the list of fictional slurs I'm supposed to memorize"
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butterflypistolking · 11 months
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god i love sidon so much
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solitarysurvival · 1 year
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@adrenalrun said: it's been all of two minutes since she's sat down beside him, eyes closed, before she's peeking at him from the corners of her eyes. she's practically fidgeting, the silence is overbearing, all she can focus on is the rise and fall of her own chest, distant rustling of trees or cawing of crows be damned. ' okay, are you sure this is supposed to help? ' she breaks the quiet, impatience evident in the push of her tone. / YOU THINK I WONT....
❝ meg, ❞ he quietly, patiently placates. a sigh escapes him, but his expression is one of wry amusement as he watches her struggle to sit still. he could have guessed this would be an uphill battle, trying to get the high-energy athlete to take a breather. but he's not sure now, that describing calm lakes and speaking in low tones is going to soothe her active mind the same way it soothed his.
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❝ if you think this is hard now, wait until you're trying with a stab wound, ❞ he teases, gently leaning over to nudge her shoulder with his; an appeal to competitive nature, maybe.
if he knew anything about meg; she's not built for it — the sitting still. she liked to keep moving, keep on her feet — a far cry from the serenity necessary for deep meditation. ❝ … okay, let's try it a different way. ❞ he relents, quick to shift gears. ❝ don't laugh, just stick with me on this one. ❞ he tilts his head, makes sure he gets the affirmation that she's going to take this exercise seriously before he continues; ❝ close your eyes, and follow my breathing. ❞
it's a quick inhale through the nose, quick exhale through the mouth— not unlike what she would probably do while running. or hyperventilating. but it's a controlled, brisk rhythm that he takes, relentless, until they've done this for about a minute. quick, full inhale, quick sharp exhale. repeat. repeat. repeat. until heartbeat rocketed, until bloodrush simulated adrenaline.
❝ now, hold. ❞ breathing stops, hovers in his chest, the desire to gasp in air becoming a passing thought he can easily fend off. ❝ just trust yourself. ❞ in his chest, he feels racing heartbeat begin to slow, and a rush — like cool water runs down, touching every nerve with a subtle numbness. like being submerged in a pool, feeling yourself sink to the floor of the deep-end. the surface, quiet and flecked with sunlight above seems far off, but he doesn't feel afraid that he won't make it back. there's peace, in letting go. and then, after a moment, he takes a deep breath in, holds it, and releases it. eyes open, trees and companion coming back into focus.
❝ that was two minutes where you didn't breathe. ❞ he says slowly, quietly, turning his gaze to her again. ❝ sometimes that's all you need. ❞
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syrinq · 4 months
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blah blah blah. something feels extremely wrong whenever social practice #194830373 or racist cop #500 or world issue #302839301 is denounced, but instead of that one instance it's the blame game in its entirety. something something fuck capitalism let's go back to communism and it makes me want to tear my hair out
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My Father in law who is 65 loves Baldurs Gate but doesn't really catch all the things. This is the conversation he had with me today
"I did an evil thing, but I didn't like it so I had to re load."
Oh?
"I was gonna make Ariel, the vampire, into a God, because it makes him all powerful and stuff, after you kill that other guy. Who was a really easy fight, they really hyped him up for no reason."
Ariel?
"Yeah that white haired vampire. I made him all powerful but then it killed like, 1000 people"
Yes, 7000 actually
"Yeah! And did you know some of those were kids? Kids! I was gonna be evil but I got all guilty about it, I don't wanna hurt kids. So I reloaded and Ariel can just stay at camp, I dunno, doing whatever he does. I can't do it. I'm not evil I guess, I tried."
He tried to Ascend Astarion and couldn't, this man is a retired Navy chief petty officer first class, he's killed real people. He couldn't do the evil route in the video game
So "Ariel" gets to drink wine in camp.
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howtodrawyourdragon · 7 months
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I'm gonna say it; Hiccup did nothing wrong. We're treating him as the biggest problem of THW when literally his worst crime in is somehow losing his freckles and that's not even something he has control over. Oh and that kind of incredibly stupid plan of literally moving an entire people by going "let's just fly straight until we hit something :) even though I, Hiccup Haddock, somehow don't believe the world is round."
The entire rest of the movie is everyone else around him being horrible and out of character.
Berk is a mess in the beginning of the movie, yes. But it was also just a year ago that his father was horribly murdered in front of him because Draco Bloodyfist-Or-Whatever decided to sent his mind controled best friend after him. Everybody expects Hiccup to be put together and solve all problems immediately and remain a Dragon Rider when he should be buying a therapist a mansion and a yacht with all those billed sessions.
Then there is being told more than once that he's putting Astrid second when he literally isn't. And told he should meet her standard.s
There is all that stuff about how he's been a horrible pet owner to Toothless when he had legitimate and real fears about Toothless not making it out in wild and about the Light Fury turning on him and about him not coming back. (Like... he's a disabled dragon, for Gods' sake??? Toothless will literally NOT make it without human intervention)
He's called out for not embracing change when his name was literally synonymous with change before THW and every bit of change he proposes in the movie is met with backlash unless Astrid, their not-chief, says it's okay.
His mother, who abandoned him for 20 and came home with him after the traumatic loss of his father spends most of the movie not being the mother she promised him to be in the second movie and even advocated for the Riders to be less dependent on dragons when she was with dragons for the entirety of those 20 years.
And then there is all the bullying. Making fun of his voice, telling him- a disabled person- to LOSE THE LIMP, telling him he's not worthy of Astrid the warrior goddess (completely forgetting how Hiccup is both parts warrior and diplomat in at least the previous two movies, let alone the movies and the shows) and these three things are all said by Tuffnut! "Forgets he has a sister in THW" Tuffnut!
And let's not forget Snotlout's "who died and made you chief?!" when Snotlout was literally crying at Stoick's funeral. And then proceeds to hit on the dead man's wife and his best friend's mother while also putting said best friend down!
Like... none of the things said to him in the first movie were as bad as some of the things said in THW.
The entire movie is also basically Hiccup being pulled from one direction to the other.
It's "You're a bad chief because you're not changing anything" yet it's also "how dare you make this change!"
It's "you should step up as chief" yet it's also "we will only listen if Astrid says it's good."
It's "you were literally keeping Toothless captive for 6 years :/" yet it's also "Uuuhhh, time to cut the umbilical cord, don't you think? 🙄"
It's "you let Toothless go free, what did you expect?" yet also "uh, you let him go???"
It's "you are literally nothing without Toothless, sorry :/" yet it's also "Toothless only showed you what was already inside."
It's "you should put Astrid first for once" yet it's also "I, Hiccup, will literally listen to every single word you, Astrid, says even if it's hurtful."
It's "I, Astrid, will suggest to you, Hiccup, that we go find Toothless in the hidden world" yet it's also "I, Astrid, will blame you, Hiccup, for deciding to go to the Hidden World, making the Light Fury, who you have no control over, to follow us back home"
It's "hey man, can you help me with this dragon tail? :(" yet it's also "I will literally not listen to you when I'm about to break this branch that I and the dragon tail are on."
I mean, my God! I'd sent the dragons away if I had to listen to that for the past year after I watched my father die a gruesome death.
And that's not even the worst part. The worst part is Toothless abandoning Hiccup for the most shallow reason there is; chasing dragon tail that doesn't even want anything to do with him unless he does something that impresses her when he's the king of the dragons.
So yeah, probably an unpopular opinion, but besides one bad plan, Hiccup did nothing wrong besides listen to what all the people around him were saying, no matter how much they contradict themselves.
Really, what he needs is a hug. A Real one. :(
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hotchs-big-hands · 7 months
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may you write a lil blurb or tiny lil paragraph about hotch x innocent!Reader? and maybe the plot is like… they are on the plan comin back from a case and while they are on the plane morgan makes a sexual joke but the reader dosent get it so botch explains it? and he gets kinda turned on after realizing her innocence.
YASSSSS ohmygodddddddddddd Aaron is gonna feel like the biggest fucking pervert when he realises just how innocent you are.
Like, as usual Derek is discussing something to do with "getting lucky tonight" at the bar everyone was going to. While the others reacted to whatever he was saying, giving their own thoughts on the topic, you sit there mostly drowning out the conversation. Admittedly, you... don't have the most experience with that sort of stuff and tend to avoid talking about it if you can help it. But then he directly addresses you, startling you. You're sitting at the table on the jet, Derek and Reid opposite you whilst your boss sits quietly at your side. You blink and look at the cheekily grinning man and raise a brow.
"Yeah? What is it?"
"Say, you ever got a pearl necklace, huh?" He asks you. There's a gasp from nearby; either Emily or JJ. You squint a little.
"Uhm... I don't really wear that kinda jewelry." You say. His eyes widen, and even Reid has to bite his lip to refrain from making a noise. Then Derek let's out a surprised release of air from his nose, eerily much like a laugh and it only causes your confusion to grow.
"Oh damn, she really is innocent! That's real cute~"
"What? Derek, explain!" You cry, but he shakes his head and excuses himself from the table, still chuckling and shaking his head to himself.
You make a little sound, slightly frustrated. And so you turn to your unit chief, who sits stiffly beside you. He glances at you, feeling your intent stare.
"Will you at least tell me what joke I'm missing out on?" You plead quietly, body turned towards him. He clears his throat and shifts in his seat.
"Uh, I don't know if..."
You scowl.
"Don't leave me like this, sir. Derek already left without explaining what's so funny!"
For some reason he seems conflicted, shifting in his seat and swallowing thickly.
"Alright."
He leans in close, lips almost brushing against the skin of your neck. It makes you shiver, especially when you feel his breath on you.
"The pearl necklace he's referring to isn't jewelry at all. What he's referring to is having, excuse my language, a male's cum spurted onto your chest and neck. The resulting beading is like a vulgar pearl necklace." He murmurs sensually low, breath tickling your skin. You quiver and you clench your thighs together.
"O-oh... I, um, I see."
And as you quickly turn away and sit quietly and tensely, legs squeezing together and your hands gripping your thighs, Aaron adjusts once again, subtly moving his hardening cock into a less obvious and uncomfortable position in his increasingly taut slacks. Maybe he'll have to show you what a pearl necklace looks like later...
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ddejavvu · 1 year
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Cockwarming hopper while he works at his desk at the precinct 💀
this post is 18+, minors dni.
but but but but but consider: he works in a semi-public setting so people are gonna notice someone sitting on his lap all the time, so you sit under the desk and cockwarm him with your mouth
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Drool has long since begun to drip from your mouth, seeping out between your lips and staining the fabric of your jeans. Your eyes grow heavy as your tongue bobs against the underside of Jim's cock, suckling steadily on his sex.
You have to keep quiet only because there's someone on the other side of the desk, otherwise you'd be licking and sucking and choking on Jim's cock. He's not technically supposed to have you there, but you'd begged with shiny eyes to come in with him today, and as hard as he tries, he can't say no to you.
"You'll have to take territory disputes to court," Jim drawls, exasperation leaking into his tone. He's trying his hardest to stay polite, but the person he's talking to is just not getting it.
"But it's my fence, too. That's not something that a court has to decide, it's already decided 'cause it's in my fuckin' backyard!"
"Don't swear at me," Jim's voice turns sharp, and more drool pools under your tongue. There's something so arousing about his authority, even when it's not directed at you.
"I'm telling you that there's nothing the police can do. What, do you want us to repaint it for you? Arrest him for choosing the color blue?"
"I want you to do your job!" The man insists, and Jim's hips shift. HIs cock slips further into your mouth, nearly curving down your throat, and you can feel how tense the muscles in his thighs are. You know he's angry, you know he'll blow if you don't stop him, so you reach up, slipping your hand through the zipper of his uniform pants and cupping his balls.
You pull back to lick gently over the head of his cock, then suckle gently around it. With your hand you massage his balls, kneading and stroking the flesh amidst the patch of wiry brown hair there.
You feel him freeze up, gears turning in his brain with whether or not he wants to shout. Then he eases back into his seat, throwing a hand into his lap that doesn't look suspicious to the man he's speaking with.
"My job is to uphold the law." Jim speaks with a low, patient tone now, and he takes the hand in his lap and uses it to stroke his thumb over your cheekbone appreciatively. "Painting a fence is not illegal. If you'd like to take action against your neighbor, you need to convince a court that action is deserved. That is not my job."
"Useless." The man scoffs, and you hear the scrape of his chair against the floor, "You're a real community hero, Chief!"
You worry that Jim will get angry again. That his patience is already wearing thin, that it will snap in two. But he maintains those soothing motions against your cheek while the man stomps away, and as soon as the door to his office shuts, he's pushing his chair back to peer down at you.
"Thanks, sweetheart." He murmurs, a fond twinkle in his eye as your stomach flips at his praise, "Don't know what I'd do without you, y'know?"
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fuzzy-robot · 1 year
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on one hand: I've wanted to go to a TF con for like a decade, one is happening in the state nextdoor in Oct and this year (but maybe not next year) I finally have the resources and transportation to make it
on the other hand: the sheer concept of being a questionably-passing trans gnc homo and willingly putting myself in Florida in October 2023
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hanasnx · 1 month
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branding.
MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: jet is aged up if that wasn't already obvious | credit to @xstarkillerx for helping develop this idea as well as giving me the branding with his hook specifically idea WARNINGS: branding | consensual burning and temperature play | less about suggestive and sexual content and more about psychological exploration.
JET has a branding kink. The brain has a funny way of twisting trauma into pleasure, rewiring neural pathways to take control of horrible circumstances and painful memories. Jet’s past with the fire nation and losing everything he knew in one fell swoop meant his mind was forever scarred by fire and what it’s capable of. It bleeds into his sex life whether he's aware of its connection or not.
You lay pliant on his bed of furs, naked and waiting as his large hand strokes down your back, the calluses of his fingertips dragging across and catching on your skin. You prickle with anticipation as he takes his sweet time priming you, his expression especially grim as he takes in the sights of your smooth flesh. It dips when he applies pressure, and bounces back when he eases. Supple and young, as curvaceous as a shapely hillside, virgin skin that you offer up to him.
In the firelight you've never looked more beautiful. Ethereal and quiet, obeying his desires and using your precious body to do it. Guilt creeps up from below his stomach, his sacral chakra clouded by what he's about to do to you. He doesn't care, hovering his right-handed hook into the hearth. The fire licks at the end, encompassing it with its warmth, and its every brushstroke paints the metal gold.
His nails dig into you, scraping down to groove temporary marks, and your whimper quirks his brow. "Can you handle it this time?" he asks, his voice low and kind.
"Mhm." you insist with a nod, your head resting on your piled arms. "Promise, chief, I can handle it." He drags his bottom lip through his teeth
The weight of the metal weighs his arm as he swings it over. The sheer heat radiates off it, as if a little heartbeat pulses the air around it, sunning your back as it nears. "I'm gonna hold you down." he warns, preparing you for his grip on the base of your neck, pinning you to the furs as the air gets hotter and hotter. "Breathe." You do as he says, sucking in a breath until the hook kisses your shoulder blade in a searing hot pain. Squeezing your eyes shut, a squeal is ripped from your throat, crying out over the unimaginable pain. Jet faithfully holds you down, stamping that brand on you for seconds but it felt much longer to you. Tears well and spill just as quickly as they came, your toes curl and flex, anything to release some energy. "Almost... almost, my love, be strong." he coaches you, but it does nothing to quell your expected reaction. Seconds feels like minutes and he releases you, dropping the hook into a bucket of water that splashes over the edge.
Much like the air from before, that little heartbeat has transferred to your shoulder blade, pulsing the pain throughout your body as the heat is trapped inside you. As you cry and writhe, Jet does what he knows to soothe you, running assuaging palms up and down the rest of your body, sensationalizing you with pleasant tingles while you fight your own wound to touch it. Every time you get close, your fingertips brushing the brand, your flinch, causing yourself more pain even though you're trying to comfort it with soft pressure.
Sobs wrack through you, and Jet marvels you proudly. "Now you're a real Freedom Fighter, forever." The shape of his hook gracing your once-virgin skin, and he eyes it hungrily. That burn in his chest is satiated for a little bit longer, until the next time.
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