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thewriterg · 5 months

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧’ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 chp.1

pairing(s); simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish x fem!reader, kyle ‘gaz’ garrick x fem!reader, john ‘bravo six’ price, werewolf!soap, harp crow hybrid!gaz, dragon hybrid!price, wraith!hybrid (?) ghost, phoenix!hybrid (?) reader

summary; new recruits, questions, and a bag of tricks

warning(s); monster au, dark twisted themes, normal cod violence, firearms, knives, combat, pinning (?), poly themes, death, r call sign is flatline, blood consumption, eventual smut, kissin, and language

A/n; my toxic trait is starting a new series before finishing my other ones 😊 | chasin chaos masterlist

“Sergeant Mactavish, Werewolf.” The brunette held his hand out clawed fingers reaching about for the lieutenant who barely spared it a glance before looking back towards his sergeant and captain who smirked or started back at him smugly your presence lacking completely which was uncommon even if you weren’t meeting the eye he could feel your presence today it was gone but he temporarily stopped himself from dawning on it while words spewed from his lips

“Where’d you find this guy?” The gruff voice drizzled over the sassy reply made Gaz bight back a chuckle

“At the end of a rainbow” The harpy replied smartly his arms crossed over his chest feathers lying delicately over the surface of his forearms slightly lighter than the ones on his back where his wings sat it’s trail coming curtly to an end when it reached his the front of his wrist that damned fitted cap resting around his head in its common home ground talons tapping one of the many quills the sound almost sounding if he were thunking a table having his feathers harden on command just for the sake of it a quirk you could say

“Worth his weight in gold mind you” Price offered eyes not looking up from some type of notes he were reading over thick pear and moss mixed green colored horns sitting adorned on his well kept hair curling slightly forward and up Ghost could tell he was wearing an older shirt since there were two holes cut out instead of one for his stray wing that still sat strong spar bones matching the color of his horns and furless tail while the mainsail resembled a more dirty rag cream color

“They said it not me” Soap grinned mock waving off the compliment quirking the damned thick bushy brow of his the only one with a slit slicing right through the point of the arch while the hulking man sighed heavily dragging a hand over his covered face balaclava with a simple print of his actual hard mask a skull

“Fuckin’ hell… you follow orders?” The muffled voice was not a mere obstacle for the hybrid to hear the slight pointed ears on the side of his face doing their job well to listen

“I well trained if that’s what you’re asking. Sit, stay, paw, jump, roll over, I know ‘em all.” The brunette looked off mocking a ponderous expression counting off on his fingers the canines in his mouth slightly showing even though they were retracted

“Real bag of tricks, aren’t you?” The instinct in the sergeant perked up as you suddenly trailed beside ghost surprised that he hadn’t been able to pick up your presence or at least your scent quicker like he had with Ghost especially since they were so… different not having a face to match with your cooled voice since it seemed you also favored a balaclava yours simply plain black yet he didn’t mind just gave him two sheets to play at once…

Raking eyes over your figure the man determined you were a looker for sure yet he didn’t miss how the other silently agreed

“My apologies miss, I dinae get your name” Soap stated a now gentle smile resting on his face that you seemingly ignored accent seeping through a little more and as more time went on the more he could smell the authority coming from you and Ghost it was a little less than Price yet more than Gaz and the other recruits around base

“Depends who you ask. What’s the role you’ve had in your pack?” You questioned eyes low that he could see through the gap in your mask where your sight shone through staring him down almost as if you could see right through his soul yet he kept his quirky grin Mohawk stopping just below the base of his neck a small piece of stray hair lying against his forehead thick fluffy tail perking up slightly swaying against the back of his thighs cargo pants dipping in the back just below his tail

“I’ve been in a few packs could be an alpha, beta, omega if you wanted me to… but I seen you have your roles sorted. I’ve got no problem bein’ ah pup miss” You roll your eyes at that while the brunette winks you swiftly trail away dragging Ghost away with you picking up Price on the way while both men let you drag them along their hulking figure’s towering over your back boots slightly thumping against the floor before your figures disappear within the halls he turns to the crow who’s fiddling with the screen of his phone

“You ever feel left out of somethin’?” Soap questions and Gaz suddenly stands a small smirk on his face as he rakes his eyes over the wolf before shaking his head

“There’s enough for everyone to get their fill, you’ll be next soon enough” Without an explanation the sergeant was already trailing away opposite of where you had gone leaving him alone

But never for too long

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“It’s rude to stare sergeant” Ghost grunted gruffly after jamming his janky locker shut barely giving Soap enough time to look at his shadows slipping from under his glove some looking like it was traveling farther up almost resembling veins while the rest began to make a small cloud on his wrist until he shoved his sleeve over the sight unapologetic about the whole thing barely looking over his shoulder to acknowledge the wolf as he stood behind him

“Just tryin’ ta figure you out, Lt.” He grins tail becoming livelier as it perks up behind his back before it reluctantly lowers still up and lively

“I’m well traveled, seen a lot of things, met a lot of people. Never smelt anythin’ like you… or Flatline for that matter” A slightly clawed finger rests curled on his chin tail gently flapping up and down it had been a little over a week since he was recruited it didn’t take long for him to find out your name or call sign that might have well been your name since no one seemed to know it just by the brief description of eerie, bold eyes, and a mask to cover you face, he got the answer of either Ghost or Flatline

“Hell of a compliment soldier” The blonde resorts almost sarcastically finally looking over his broad shoulder to lock eyes with the brunette and he waves him off finally stepping closer to the skull mask wearing man deciding by his side was the best place to stand and if he noted the smoke trying to spill from his pockets where he had his hands shoved deeply he didn’t say anything about it

“Och, you know I dinnae mean it that way. Can’t blame me for bein’ interested, I never packed with a wraith hybrid before… or a phoenix thought they were bedtime stor-”

“Not hybrids” Ghost cuts off the scott before he can dig any deeper and he furrowed his eyebrows questioning if he had heard right if his ears were failing him or not with a small ‘what’ spilled from his lips

“We’re not hybrids.”

“No shit? What the hell is tha’ like?” Swiftly Simon was in front of him eyes bold yet precise slicing right through him while Johnny’s gaze slightly widened at the quick movement his boots not even so much a squeaking against the ground a bit of the air currents flowing against Soaps slight shorter form

“You ever shut up Mactavish?” He somewhat seethed and the wolf was back to sly grin in less than minute, the grin that showed his canines in the full well kept facial hair adorning his structure even more, the grin the wraith wanted to wipe of his fucking face to be exact.

“Only when people make me.” Soap implied looking up slightly to address his superior with a voice that would make other feverish or peely in his terms that damned drunken grin still on his lips while Ghost practically stared him down eyes slightly squinted thoughts brewing behind those sharp, precise eyes of his that the Scott couldn’t wait to hear of tail swaying behind him with a bit more speed than before but of course his Lt. was a tease and put all his weight on one foot to turn walking out of the locker room without so much a grunt but he liked the chase

And so did superiors

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“It’s an in and out mission that I’m sure you could do on your own, however I don’t need higher ups on my ass about favoritism. You’ll grab a few normals and head Midwest in the states to Chicago. One out of three missiles resigns with one of the biggest weapons busts in America that’s supposedly on its way over to Russia package delivery for a friend of ours… Makarov.” The air in the room shifted at the name drop of a once friend fallen foe even though You and Prices shoulders were up at the mere mention of Russia itsself you had a love hate relationship with meeting room as you got passed a file over things you truly didn’t need to go over things that a rookie could even fill in the blanks for

“This will either be the easiest sail of your life or your standing on the line of death, you all know your first priority even though I know you don’t want to hear it. Push come to shove the normals go first.” The older short cut haired woman looked at You, Price, and Ghost especially Soap noticed it confused him at first the wraith and phoenix at least, two lieutenants in such a small base or at least a small base that wasn’t Air Force but it made sense to him shortly after when he peeked in on occasional training sessions thought out a week You and Ghost switched groups between normals and weaker hybrids both favoring one group more than the other deep down and then at the end of the week bring them together to spar

“Wheels up at 04:00 tomorrow I’m sure you’ll have your picks by then.” Laswell sighed looking around the table for any objections your sitting between Soap and Gaz while Price and Ghost are sitting on the opposite side of the rounded table one of your legs are crossed under your form while the other is propped up you have your arms wrapped around it and your covered chin is lying on your knee and without another word she grabbed her laptop and exited room something about a ball and chain to her desk

The wolf and harpy are first to get up from their seats and the winged hybrid doesn’t go before gently brushing his fingers against your arm migrating towards the exit even though he’s stopped shortly by a shit eating grin and swaying tail conversation quickly taking place between the two

“So, what do you think?” Price hums both him and Simon approaching your seat as you began to stand rolling your shoulders eyes low beneath your mask it was still early in the day only 13:27 you had a training group normals at 14:15 sharp anyone who was a minute late got to run laps around base even if they weren’t hybrids or the ‘superior’ race in the field you couldn’t determine if you were fighting a hybrid or a normal and if you babied them because they were weaker than a super they wouldn’t have a fighting chance against one.

“He asks a lot of questions” Ghost responds curtly while the older man takes no offense to it producing a chuckle from the back of his throat taking out a cigar from his breast pocket in his vest holding out the thick brown lump filled with nicotine out to the blonde who responded by taking out a silver lighter snapping the cover back quickly as it produced a flame its front covered by an ace card with its main attraction being a skull the drug lights aflame a small hissing sound coming from it when the salt and pepper haired hybrid took a drag

“Comes with the package. Wolves don’t like uncertainty in the pack dynamic.”

“He knew you and Gaz before he transferred, didn’t he?” You spoke up squinting your eyes at your captain eyelashes mere meters away from kissing your cheek standing the only way he could get a read on you and Simon he usually says ‘those eyes can tell you everything and nothing all at once, just gotta watch em.’

“Yes, but you’re both hell of a new variable” Price admits before smugly nudging your shoulders with his strong single wing while Ghost crossed his arms over his chest you roll your eyes stepping away from the pair

“Save your verdicts until you see him in action, he’s a vision in the field.”

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Hey… how yall doing 😅

I haven’t posted since October I missed you writers!

Ermm I’m a year older —Nov 8th— happy belated birthday to me

And that’s about it 😭

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stevie-petey · 20 days

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now you're a stranger (and i'm still july)

﹂ season three of "come home"

a lot can change in a year, and when summer comes to hawkins, you think you're finally okay with this idea. you've settled things with jonathan, nancy is now your friend, and steve harrington calls you angel. then dustin intercepts a secret russian code and your grand plans of you and robin teasing steve all summer, and maybe even falling in love, all come crashing down. (meanwhile all steve wants to do is ask you out). (but the russians complicate things). (as usual).

episode one: suzie, do you copy? - you help nancy sneak through jonathans window, the party uses you for your "in" with steve, and you sorta become the reason dustin almost blinds lucas. meanwhile, steve tries, and fails, to make you his girlfriend (this will happen all summer), but have no fear ! dustin intercepts a russian code and makes everything even harder for everyone. what a sweet brother <3

⌑ last updated: 4/13/24

⌑ season three title based on this song x

⌑ blurbs set within "come home" can be found here x

⌑ “come home” season masterlist

*note: this is a part of my stranger things rewrite, “come home”, and other seasons can be found linked above :)

#steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things rewrite #slowburn #angst #nyas #m's writing #season 3 baby !!!!!#shes so so so much #my god #get ready for chaos gamers !!

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grapedemon · 1 month

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Look, they’re getting along!!

They get to have their wholesome moment together in harmony for the loop!!

#they’re brothers your honor #they finally get to have a good moment #reached that harmony fr #angst? what’s that I’ve only heard of niceness #cccc #chonnys charming chaos compendium #chonny jash #cccc fanart #cccc heart #cccc mind #cccc soul #chonny jash fanart #cj hms #cj darrell #cj heart #cj mind #cj soul #hms #GrapeDemon’s original art

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dclovesdanny · 3 months

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Okay, y’all are sleeping on the potential of all of Team Phantom knowing way too much medical information.

Like, one of them goes to school with (insert teen hero) and they are either close friends, or rivals, but just

Team phantom immediately clicking the injury after years of dealing with Danny trying to hide them (or Danny clicking it based on experience) and them just pulling the person aside and going

“Look, it’s probably not my business, but you need stitches, and I’m pretty sure you sprained your wrist. How about I check out your injuries and patch them up, and then we can pretend this never happened?”

This would completely throw off every teen hero I can think of, and they would be even more concerned when Team Phantom was right???? And treated it perfectly???

I just feel like there is a lot of wasted potential in this.

#dc x dp #misunderstanding #funny #chaos and angst

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ari-leah-arts · 1 year

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POV: You’re Albus Dumbledore, and you just told your resident Ex-Death Eater that Harry Potter will be returning to his abusive relatives for his “protection”.

#severitus #severus snape #harry potter #professor snape #snape #snapedom #pro snape #Severitus will never get old #it’s just ripe with potential for angst and utter chaos #let Snape do his job Albus #I know I keep putting Albus at gunpoint #I do love him….sometimes #he can rub me wrong

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spacedace · 8 months

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Snippet/prolog thing from a DP x DC fic that lives almost entirely inside my head outside of this & a few other bits.

Please feel free to take this as an overly long prompt haha

If anyone wants context to this let me know and I'll be happy to info dump at you lol

The kid had been eleven the first time John Constantine met her.

A little ghost girl, too small for the crowns and dominions that were rightfully hers, wandering the world alone and unattended because to stay in one place would drive her mad - or worse. He didn’t think himself as having a particularly soft heart, but there was something about little Stella Phantom that grew on him - a bit like a mold, he liked to explain. Maybe it was the way she swore like a sailor and kicked a demon in the low hangers with a feral grin the first time he met her. Maybe it was just how lonely she looked, small and slight in the large world she was so obsessed with exploring.

She had a family. A Grave of her own that worried about her, but who couldn’t follow her on her constant travels no matter how much they wanted to. Proof that being some of the most powerful beings in existence wasn’t enough to prepare you for parenthood.

Somewhere along the lines she started following John around. Interested in what he was doing, where he was going, who he worked with. It hadn’t taken long to get her folded into JL Dark. Zantanna had blanched when he’d shown up with little Elle, pulling in the big wigs from JL Light to argue about the ethics of involving a child in their work. As if Supes and the Bat had legs to stand on with their own brood so often in the thick of danger. Elle was safer under his watch than she’d be under the loose oversight the Titans had or whatever fresh hell was going on with Young Justice but hell if anyone would listen to him on that front.

He lost the war when she met Superboy Jr. and Robin V.

She’d adored them from the start, delighted at having children her own age around to spend time with. They formed a little team, working together here and there, then more often as they got older. She still worked mostly with JL Dark, but she was growing up. Spreading her wings a bit.

Elle was seventeen when the Bonds first formed. The spider-silk thin threads finally winding themselves into the heavy binds that spilled out of her Core and reached out for anchoring in the boys. It was sickeningly sweet, in the way puppy love always was. She was too young for Core Bonds like that to settle, of course, in the way children were always too young when they fell in love the first time. It was normal though. Ghost children the Realms over made Bonds only for them to fade or change as they grew, almost never anchoring to anyone til they were full grown.

She’d blushed as red as Marvel’s suit when she realized John could see them, stuttering and embarrassed. He’d teased her about it for a long time, about how much she’d grown up, how much trouble she was going to cause, how he was going to have to fight the big bad Bat and his pet boy scout when she inevitably dishonored their poor, innocent sons. It was entertaining, endearing.

He waited for the Bonds to fade or shift. Weeks. Months. Years. As she turned nineteen, he started to wonder if they would stick around. If in another few years they might strengthen, begin the slow process of anchoring.

She was twenty-one when her boys - calling themselves Flamebird and Phoenix now - started dating each other.

The Bonds remained, steady and solid and painfully unanchored.

John stopped teasing her about them.

They hadn’t changed to accommodate platonic bonds, nor had they faded any. Their tendency to tangle around her like snare was another point of concern. Core Bonds weren’t meant to cause difficulty for the ghost they were born from, and they certainly weren’t meant to wrap around the ghost’s limbs and body in painful loops like that. They weren’t supposed to hurt.

When she was twenty three he started suggesting it might be time for intervention. The irony that he of all people would be trying to get someone to take steps to cut out the thing harming them was not lost on him. Nor was the way the fond feelings he had for the girl had skewed decisively paternal over the years in a way that his younger self would have mocked him for endlessly.

He felt better about broaching the subject knowing that her Grave had been suggesting the same thing. That he wasn’t overstepping the bounds of whatever odd partnership they’d developed over the years. John was, he had very reluctantly come to accept, the girl’s mentor if nothing else. His job was to teach her and guide her, not be her parent.

No matter what his old, battered heart might try and suggest.

Even still, he couldn’t help but be concerned.

She was twenty-five when they got temporarily launched into that broken, bleak world. When they met the Elle and Flamebird and Phoenix of that horrible dimension.

The three alternates’ bonds were anchored completely, tying the triad together in threads of silver and green. Not even Other-Elle’s complete, sickening deterioration into something cannibalistic and feral had been enough to break them. He can’t imagine how much it must have hurt to see that, for his girl to glimpse a world where something she’d longed for for so long happened, only for it to seemingly be at the expense of reality itself.

He helped cover for her, after their two groups had been mixed up and separated for the night - or what might be called night in a world that no longer had any light to make those kinds of distinctions in time. When she came back with the Flamebird and Phoenix of that world, after their little separation from the larger group he kept her two boys misdirected. Distracted Nightwing and Zantanna so they didn’t go asking too many questions he knew Elle wouldn’t want answered. The Bat John was helpless to do much about, but thankfully the big brooder seemed too intent on the desolate, lightless world itself to notice the way Elle’s gaze was going distant, bittersweet at the edges.

He didn’t know what, exactly had happened in the hours she was gone. He could guess, from the way the Other-Phoenix and Other-Flamebird looked at her, the way she avoided her boys. Loneliness and desperation made for an easy slide into bad decisions. John might just have to admit that Zantanna had been correct, all the times she’d said he was a bad influence on the girl. Not that there was any surprise there.

Elle’s Bonds were even more of a knotted mess than before. Offered something so close to anchoring only to find no purchase. They twisted about her throat like a noose now, ready to strangle the life out of her one day.

He signed off on her leave of absence when they finally made it back to their home dimension.

Anyone else would want details to write down. Would want to know the specifics of why and for how long and a whole mess of other details she either wouldn’t or couldn’t answer. He’d get his ass roasted over the fire for the mess the paperwork was in, but that was fine. He’d endured far worse for far less important reasons.

Personal leave, he’d written.

Duration of leave: indefinite.

Reason for leave: None of your fucking business, Bats.

They shared a cigarette on one of the high catwalks in the Watchtower watching dawn break on the world below. Grateful to see the sun and stars again after those two days in utter blackness. They didn’t talk about her Bonds. About what happened. About how she hadn’t talked to her Boys since coming back. Just stood and smoked. He pretended not to notice her tears. She pretended not to notice his. Neither of them had ever been any good at goodbyes.

When the time came she bumped his shoulder in thanks - for the cigarette, for the company, for the years of friendship and family - before turning and stepping through the bright purple door standing impossibly in the middle of the walkway.

He glimpsed the green of the Infinite Realms and the distant shape of her Lair beyond. A world of worlds, paradise to one that never stopped, always off to find something new, something never seen before. It was against all odds that she’d even stumbled upon this one in the first place. A small speck in the crushing infinite.

When the door closed it did so slowly, a painful whine and a soft, mournful click all that marked her leaving.

John watched it bleed out of existence, and wondered if he’d ever see her again.

Six months later, the stars started to disappear.

#dpxdc prompt #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #john constantine #dani phantom #danielle phantom #elle phantom #jon kent #jon el kent #damian wayne #damijon #one sided (?) Super Serious Chaos #for the record it's not actually one sided Damian & Jon are pining for Elle just as bad as she's pining for them #alternative universe versions of themselves went and complicated things further #bruce wayne #infinite realms world building #ghost cores #Constantine caught a case of Father Figure-itis (it's definitely batman's fault)#angst #there's so much back story and nonsense in this fic idea #there's a whole looming apocalypse thing and Elle trying to sacrifice herself #and Jon & Damian thinking something terrible happened between Elle & their AU selves to cause her to pull away from them #there's ghost core lore (ha that rhymed)#one of these days I'll actually write it all down #in the mean time enjoy a prompt

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cerealboxlore · 9 months

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you know those posts where cap’s seen as a dad figure? what if one of the reasons why the other superheroes think that way is because when league members bring up there kids or need cap to cover for them when their kids need them cap is just super understanding, empathetic and gets oddly proud of them for being with there for their kids

the actual reason why he’s like that is because billy just really values those things as an orphan and is proud to work with such great people

Whenever someone mentions or even breathes the implication of Cap being mistaken as a dad or seen as a father figure, I lose my marbles, because, oh cheese and crackers, I just can't express enough how much I adore this headcanon! I'm doin' a little happy dance :D

Billy Batson is someone who has always yearned and wished to be a part of a family again since his experience was cut short due to tragedy and made sour thanks to his uncle Ebeneezer being crusty dusty, so it's easy to see him respecting those who appreciate the family they have. He had to grow up and mature far faster than any kid his age, and compared to most adults, Billy is actually more mature and responsible than they are, unfortunately. It's reasonable to see that this would be reflected in Captain Marvel; someone who's immature at times, but ultimately a good-natured person with a golden heart and good intentions, who others can depend on anytime and anywhere (much to the sacrifice of his personal life).

Billy has been in enough foster homes at a young age to know the difference between a good parent and a rotten one, so seeing members of the league prioritize their family members and kids would make him really happy. He's the type to take on any shift or mission in the place of another member if they had something important to do with their family. What you said about him being very proud and empathetic towards parents in the league made me realize that Billy would have loved to have parents like them had his own not perished. In a way, he's not just proud of them, but a little bit envious.

This also brings up another headcanon of mine, where Captain Marvel is the unofficial designated babysitter of the league when emergencies come up. Because despite not knowing who he is/his secret identity, people trust him enough to let him know theirs. Like, it all starts with the Captain in the watchtower break room drinking apple juice, and is suddenly bombarded with a group of children or sidekicks being thrown at him by the other heroes, saying that the Captain was in charge while they were away before teleporting away.

All these kids and teenagers that he suddenly has to help look after, and while Captain Marvel is calm on the outside, Billy Batson is freaking out on the inside. Some of those kids are older than he is, and there's some hilarity to it. Shenanigans ensue in the Captain Marvel: Adventures in Babysitting day, but it all turns out okay in the end. As a kid, Billy would know how to talk to them and keep them busy with fun/educational stuff. Might even teach them a thing or two about good morals, manners, archeology, or ancient magic stuff.

I imagine some of those kids would want to be babysat by him again, and Billy would welcome it (with warning ahead of time). Captain Marvel is just someone people like being around with his good dad vibes. Some of them even ask if he has kids of his own, but are met with an empty room immediately as the man zooms off whenever people ask him questions about family.

Gosh I went rambling again, but I loved this ask!

#this was such a lovely ask #tysm for the ask!#billy batson #dc captain marvel #shazam #justice league #cap is a good dad figure #imagine before batman knows captain marvel is really just billy he asks him to babysit damian and jon while he and superman go on a mission #Now that is a fic i want to write #the chaos #the fun #the angst when billy wants to be their friend but has to be the adult first #this kid can hold so much power and responsibility on his shoulders #So sorry I havent answered this one in forever!#stuck in my drafts for a while #ask me anything anytime!#I love answering asks!#sorry if there's any spelling errors

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ttoddii · 2 months

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cigarettes after sex

part 1 of the story here.

pairing(s) – bada lee x f!reader

genre – smut, hint of angst (if you think that way)

warnings – MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS DNI, rough sex, fingering, pussy slapping, use of toys (dildo), overstimulation, degrading, fwb relationship, smoking, bada is a meanie, language, bad grammar, bad description, lowercase intended.

wc – 2k

a/n – my brain is a bit dumb, a bit delulu, a bit not on earth, so if this is bad, i understand why, and i apologize in advance. hope you could still enjoy this content.

taglist (OPEN) – @missminho; @taniio; @vvsbada; @krissysays (comment under my posts to be add/remove)

things happened.

it might be a mistake, a curse in disguise of a blessing, but right now, when your mind is hazy from the thick smoke, your hand holding onto a litted cigarette as your arm spread out, letting the ashes of the cigarette falls down to the floor and your body is laying next to bada, you couldn't think of a single thing.

her hand snake around your waist as she grab you tightly, holding you in her embrace as she pull you forefully into her apartment. you did not hesitate, never once did you push her away. you did it obediently, not caring what might happen the second you step a foot inside.

she's your friend, a friend that you had known for years.

what's the worst that could happen?

you fully let yourself become selfish, just like what you wanted, what you wished for earlier.

and it feel like a blessing.

how bada would kiss you harshly, letting her teeth bite down to your lower lip occasionally as you whine, your body lean even more into her as you wrap your arms around her neck, your hand pushing her head to deepen the kiss, wanting more of her.

you want to taste her tongue, want to feel how it actually taste under the bitterness of that lingering cigarette flavor you two just shared. so your tongue finds hers, wrapping itself around hers as you moan into her kiss.

you try to find her taste, you want to get a taste of heaven.

even if this is just a dream, and when you wake up you would be in your bed, as emptiness fill your soul.

you want to at least enjoy this moment.

her hands were all over your body, fondling with your breast, holding your waist tightly as if she want to leave behind a mark, making sure it will bruise the next day, to let the world know.

but you don't mind, you don't mind it as long as her sweet taste is still at the tip of your tongue, you wouldn't even care, not once bother when she swift you off your legs. her arms holding you securely as she bring you to her bed.

the smell of her bedsheet embrace you as she put you down, her smell clouded all your sense as you hazily wrap your arms around her neck, once again pulling her into a kiss as her hand slide down to undone your bra.

it's a sloppy kiss, a string of saliva clearly connected the two of you as she pulls away, her lips quite red and puffy with how harshly you two had kissed, playing the push and pull game as none of you let the other win. her cheeks tinted a hue of pink, her eyes hazy with lust, staring at your own as she slowly lower her position to your lower body.

bada work her way down to your jeans, unbuttoning it, pulling it down to your knees, before she perk her head back up to look at you.

"i want to know if you're sure about this", bada's voice is husky, a bit hoarse as it is clearly filled with needs, her eyes impatiently await your answer, yet she has that secure aura around her, letting you know that you can always back out from this.

but please, your own bestfriend, the woman that you have a crush on, asking if you're sure about this...

... would you even say no?

so you groan, your arms holding your upper body up as you stare into bada's lustful eyes. your mind hazy, your teeth bite down to the inner wall of your cheek as you make sure you can say what bada want to hear instead of just giving bada a nod.

"please, bada, just fuck me already."

and that's the consent that bada needs, her hands pull down the rest of your jeans before she lower down your panty, her hands spread your legs open before she look up at your embarrased form.

"so fucking wet for me already, you slut", and she give you a slap on your cunt, your body jerk up from the impact as you whine.

your brows furrow on its own as your legs close, but bada wouldn't let that happen so easily, her hands quickly pin it down to the bed, her face display a satisfying smirk at your uncomfortable position.

"stop teasing", you said, your voice small and pathetic compared to bada's confident voice.

and she chuckle at your exclaim, her body moving up before she fully stand next to the bed, her hands work its way with her bedside drawer before she pulls out a toy, a dildo to be exact.

its apperance scared you, a bit too big to your likings, the veining replica from a real cock spread through out the toy as you stare at it.

your head shake disapprovingly to bada, your face displaying fear as your brows furrow and you give her a pout. but bada only laugh, she move her body back to be on top of you, and she give you a kiss.

a harsh one.

and you hate how mean bada is.

she knows how this would affect you, she knows that you need her, she knows how addicted you are to her touch, her kiss, her warmth.

and she use that to control you, making your mind yet again hazy as you close your eyes and let she has her way with you.

her kiss is oh so painful, as she sloppily push her tongue into your mouth, shoving it around, making its way torturing yours as she would bite down on your lips. and you could no longer taste the bitterness of the cigarette, nor the sweetness of her tongue, but a bit of iron in your mouth as you swear you could taste your own blood.

but it worked its magic, clouding your mind as bada would slide the toy agonizingly slow on top of your body, on every inch of your skin, before she tease the tip of it on your clit.

and bada is so so mean, making sure to pull away from your lips when she does so, smirking as she sees how you whine, your neediness showing with how lost you feel without her kiss.

"focus here, princess, and i'll make you see stars", bada said, the toy in her hand teasingly slide up and down slowly on your pussy under her movement, demanding your attention as bada look up to see how uncomfortable you are, squirming under her touch.

"bada, you're so mean", you groan, your voice soft as you laid your head back to her pillow, finding something to lean on before you hear her chuckle.

"am i?", bada asked, and you suddenly gasp at how she push the toy in unexpectedly. one of her eyebrow rise, seemingly amuse at your reaction.

her hand doesn't stop, she keeps pushing the toy in and out, sometimes she would even quicken the pace, then slow it down, making you whine in agony.

"louder", bada demand, her other hand slap on your clit as you cry out with the impact, the toy is ruthless in her hand, touching all the right place in you as she would sometimes lower her hand to make the dildo curve its way upward "if you feel good, you better show it, slut."

your body jerk up from how rough bada is treating you, how the toy in her hand goes inside of you at such a fast pace, almost hurt you in a bad way when she try to shove it to the deepest corner of your core. and you cry out, your cheeks started to be stain with tears as the stimulation started to get overwhelming.

"bada please, please slow down", you cry, your hands start pushing bada away as you feel your back arch, your legs shaking, your mind a mess with how you cannot think of a coherent thought.

all you could do is beg.

and fuck, you swear you could feel your pussy getting hotter with the friction, you can hear the sound of the toy slapping against your cunt, and your own squelching sound as your juice try to protect you from the harsh treatment bada is giving you.

"behave, i will slow down when i want to, don't tell me what to do", bada respond to your pleas, her voice dark with lust as her other hand start to circle around your clit, sometimes she would flick it, or pinch it.

your body is like a toy to her, she would do as she please, without caring is it hurting you or not.

but if your mind could think of any single thing right now, it would agree that you don't mind this treatment, you don't mind how rough she is treating you.

you love it just as much as how bada is enjoying the sight in front of her.

your tears stained cheeks, your puffy lips from her harsh kissing, your shaking body, your back arching, and your mouth blabbering nonsense as your mind cannot think of a single coherent word.

she took pity on you, her eyes stare at your form as she quicken her pace, her finger circling around your clit faster and the dildo in her hand shoved into your hot cunt one last time before you cry out, your body shaking violently as you reach your climax.

your mouth open as you gasp for air, your eyes close shut as you see stars.

bada kept her promise.

"good girl", you hear bada's voice close to your ears as she slowly lean in to kiss you softly on your forehead.

your tensed body slowly relax, it feels like jelly under your control, and so you don't even bother to try and move an inch. your eyes slowly open up as you see how bada is standing, her tall form walking over to her table as she pull out a pack of cigarettes, taking one from it before she put it in her mouth.

"so what are we now?", you ask softly, your voice still weak after how much you had cried and begged bada to slow down from your intense session.

bada walk back to the bed, reaching out to a lighter to lit up her cigarette before she inhale a long breath from it. her eyes bore into yours as she ponder upon your question.

"i want to keep you as a secret", she said, taking the cigarette out of her mouth and hold it in her hand as she answer you, "i want to continue being your friends, but i know i had crossed my boundaries."

you know, you know what she means. you know there is no turning back for the both of you, there is no such thing as "bestfriends" anymore, and yet, there will also never be a "lovers".

and so you sigh, your eyes meet bada's as you nod your head softly.

you don't want to lose her, you never want to lose someone you love so dearly. and yet, the thought of never being hers fully, hurt you so badly.

"so let's stay friends, bada."

you take a puff from your cigarette, exhaling all the smoke out as your mind think about all the event from last night.

bada is laying down next to you, sound asleep, and you turn your head to look at her form. her two colors hair spread out beautifully, her eyes close shut, unaware of anything in this world.

she look unbothered, peaceful. it's as if this is a totally different person from the one last night, fucking you ruthlessly, paying no mind to your wellness.

you love her, truly. and to know that you can never have her, the pain of knowing how different you two are. how dazzling she is, and how common you are.

you know you stand no chance.

so maybe, just staying as friends, but doing things as a lovers, is enough for you.

you don't need a label, or at least you make yourself believe so. as bitter as the thought may sounds, will never be as bitter as the taste of the cigarette in your hand.

and so, if it must be.

there will be so much more cigarettes after sex to come.

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