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Session 055

#hiram kovshova

gatissed

when getting dressed is more sexy all of a sudden than undressing

#hiram kovshova #gifs

fairy-tail-babes

Headcanon Game - A to Z (NSFW)

Hey guys! I thought I’d so something fun this weekend, so I did my best to sexualize the alphabet and turn it into a headcanon game!

So here’s how it works. You send me a character (or a few), and the corresponding letters that you want me to answer for them!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I’ll have this running all weekend, so feel free to drop by!

#nsfw headcanon meme

[Bijoux] Needs more humans.

What happens when a heavily armed gang backs a pair of biotics into a corner?

Carnage.

I was not used to being forced behind barricades, into hiding, nor was I used to not being the most heavily-armed individual in the vicinity. Perhaps we under-estimated the enemy. I know that I assumed petty criminals would not be capable of the feats of combat that we had witnessed, and I had been wrong.

They managed to bloody me and that is no small feat.

I looked to Captain Matojo and he looked to me, then drew his helmet back over his head. His biotics flared to life again, and he stood, exposing himself to enemy fire to send a very special shotgun blast into the gang that had us cornered.

Just another day on Omega.

With the distraction he created, I slipped into hiding among the refuse of the abandoned warehouse while our prey moved in with the hope of finishing us off. They did not realize I had moved. With multiple backs to me, I lashed out, cracking biotic lashes across those unfortunates that were close enough for me to reach. The chaos created by my sneak attack gave Matojo the time he needed to flank and dispatch, and in a pincer formation we worked, until it was just us in the center of the carnage.

Then, we rushed the rest.

Looking back, I do not think the enemy expected us to recover from being forced against a wall. I know they expected that we would be easier to destroy then, but we were not. We work far too well with each other for that.

Hours later, with the old Krogan asleep in his bunk in this run-down hide-out in an industrial complex, I find myself wishing that he were human instead. I can respect the Captain for his skill, but I cannot excuse his being an alien.

I miss my own kind.

#bijoux jones #[post-war]#personal log #my writing

cerberusbijoux-deactivated20160

♫ - five things your muse finds attractive in a person

1. Voice - certain combinations of accent and depth, melodiousness, even. Voices like @cerberusdoctor ‘s and Leng’s get her paying attention and keenly interested.

2. Physique - she likes men that are fit, by default - athletic body types that are stronger than they look, but they must be easy on the eyes, not too hard. A Vega would catch her attention for a rough one-night-stand but wouldn’t even hit the radar for a more permanent thing, for ex. Even if they aren’t athletic, but they just have that powerful look - stance, even.

3. Eyes - clear, more intense is better. She locks eyes with targets and potential mates alike because that’s how she reads people. If their gaze isn’t interesting, they drop down near the bottom of her list of interests.

4. Intellect - Bijoux is highly attracted to people that are intelligent, and observant (they count equally IMO). Intelligent-observant is more likely to be able to read that she’s pretty fucking sharp herself, and is less likely to underestimate her. Being underestimated is a massive irritation to her.

5. Ability to cook - she was raised on amazing food and seriously the way to her heart is through cooking something awesome.

So basically @cerberusdoctor meets all of her checklist requirements, she keeps insisting I point that out, gods damn it woman stop.

And: she could find somebody attractive in the first four, but if they can’t cook they’re immediately relegated to “I’ll fuck you but you’re not a long-term investment” status. CRUEL.

#bijoux jones #ooc

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[Personal]

Perhaps I ought to add “kicked Kai Leng in the balls and lived to tell about it” to my dossier. Or would that be unnecessarily cruel?

Note to self: make up for that, it was rather low. No pun intended.

#bijoux jones #personal log #[poor leng]

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Who I Am

Mother was a boxer. Father was a cook. Food was his passion, just like mother’s was fighting in the ring.

My family moved from Jamaica to Detroit when I was a child. We were always poor, but father kept our community’s hungry fed with the things that reminded them of home and we were never wanting. I always had clothes on my back and a roof over my head.

My mother was a tall, broad-shouldered woman while father was her opposite in every conceivable way - yet they loved completely and she was never the same after he died. I was twelve. I was just beginning to figure out who I was, and my father tried to show kindness to an alien and lost his life in exchange. Mother refused to work for aliens after that, and her matches against them were brutal - to the point where many would refuse to face her.

She threw herself completely into her fight, and I sought love and acceptance from elsewhere.

There were a lot of kids on the streets, a lot of kids that needed to be protected. They came from all backgrounds, all age groups, and at nearly six feet tall at the age of fourteen I was the biggest one. I made damned sure that those kids were protected. I took on bullies, gangsters, and the police to protect those children. I took after my father that way - I was always looking out for other people and not myself. The number of times I nearly died for those kids? I lost count.

We were all so poor that we had to resort to stealing to keep ourselves and our families fed, and one of the first things I was told back then was, “You have to sound like everyone else or it’ll be easy to pick you out”. I still had an accent from my mother land that did not fit in Detroit, so I practiced with those kids every day until I no longer had it. I am even careful to this day. We were so aware of the attitude toward our cultures that we actively worked to hide who we were.

The turning point in my life was when I wound up in jail not long after turning eighteen. Another inmate recognized the symptoms I was experiencing and told me that the military would set me up with everything that I’d need to deal with the abilities that I was … developing. I was out in less than a year, and immediately signed up.

Much like many members of Cerberus, I became disillusioned with the military as I started to see that human interests were not coming first. We were to take a backseat to the wants of the alien Council, even if it would wind up shooting us in the foot as time went on. I could not stand by and watch that happen.

It was Jorgal Matojo who helped me hone my skills as a biotic and helped me better understand what I was doing in the years after I’d joined the military. I do not remember how we met, I just know that he saw what I was doing, didn’t like it, and decided he ought to show me a better way. He was the one that told me: “If you don’t like what you see, why don’t you fight it? If you know there’s something wrong why don’t you right it?”

It was a Trooper song that convinced me to join Cerberus, in the end. I did not realize that until years later when I heard the song playing in my rounds.

#bijoux jones #my writing

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[Post-War] What She's Doing Now

Omega.

Bijoux Jones flung another gang member, a Batarian, through the rubble of the hideout that she and her Krogan partner had been tasked with clearing out. Some had fled, but those that made the bad choice to stay behind were suffering dearly for it. Matojo ripped one apart with his biotic power before opting to take out some more of the gang with his shotgun, and Bijoux vaulted over more rubble to get up close and personal. There weren’t many left, the Krogan would be able to get back out to his charge with plenty of time to spare.

The entire assault took less than an hour and there were no survivors. Bijoux removed her helmet and grinned at the massive Krogan, who grinned back and said, “Think you needed that.”

“I did,” she replied. “Mercenary work is not nearly as satisfying as what I had.”

The old Krogan grunted and nodded. “Might be able to get you something on the Passchendaele, but don’t count on it. Seems it’s just an exploratory vessel, for the most part. You wanna play bodyguard to a human kid, I’ll trade ya.”

She laughed and shook her head. “No, no, I will pass on that.”

“You sure?” Matojo asked. “She was Cerberus, too.”

Bijoux was suddenly no longer laughing, and she narrowed her eyes as she inspected Matojo to make sure he wasn’t lying. He stared back, unblinking, and she said, “What is her name?”

“McKenzie Roberts,” Matojo replied.

The Dragoon frowned and leaned back against the remains of a wall, rubbing her chin as she thought. “The name is somewhat familiar. I believe she was on Cronos when I was - but not because of her skill. She was working under a very… strange doctor. Keep an eye on that one.”

Grinning, the old Krogan said, “I am. She’s got the attention of the token Turian ‘cause he doesn’t trust her and thinks she’s better off dead, but the Commander’s ex-Cerberus himself. Not many know that.”

“You have your ways,” Bijoux repeated. She had to beat him to it. Matojo just grinned as he crossed his arms over his chest and nodded slowly. It was time to finish the job. The pair split up to gather the goods they’d been sent for, then they cleared out.

- - -

With credits from their job secured, it was time to celebrate. Bijoux shoved a bottle at the old Krogan and picked her way around the apartment to flop down on her bed with a bottle of her own. Matojo leaned heavily on his specially-made stool as he gulped back a good portion of the bottle, and he grinned at his partner in crime.

“I think Aria was pleased with that one,” he said. “Might get hired again at this rate.”

“Mmm.” Bijoux nodded slightly and swirled her drink about before taking a sip. Matojo squinted at her for a moment before responding.

“Not likin’ workin’ for her or somethin’?”

“I miss having more advanced prey,” Bijoux admitted. “and common criminals are far from the level that I am used to. I miss my comrades. That is not to say that I do not enjoy working with you - I do - but… if you had seen Leng in action, you would understand.”

The old Krogan scowled. “You knew Kai Leng?”

There was a faint nod, she took another sip and replied, “Not very well, but I’d seen him fight. He was very, very good.” She paused when she saw the look on his face and added, “A different sort of good from you. I consider him to have been very attractive - you must understand that you are not to my taste.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Matojo said. “And you humans have a bit more grace than what we Krogan do, I get that.”

Bijoux nodded slowly. She had gone silent and was staring at her bottle. Since Matojo knew that look all too well, he knew it was time to go, and he got up to leave - but not before reaching over and ruffling her hair.

“You’ll find more of your own,” he said. “I keep forgettin’ that not everybody’s as self-hating as me, and some folk like spending time with their own species.”

Her smile was faint, distant, and he gave her a peck on the forehead before he left. The rest of the evening was spent nursing that bottle of brandy and gazing out at the galaxy beyond Omega, wondering if, somewhere out there, there were others waiting to find her, too.

#jorgal matojo #bijoux jones #my writing

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[OOC] Little Bijoux Things

Her name is an alias. I haven’t figured out what her real name is, but Bijoux is probably her real middle name.

She takes full advantage of the static shock side effect of her biotic stuff by zapping hapless friends/comrades during downtime. (I’m BEGGING her not to do it to Leng. EVER.)

Her rich tastes in food, drink, decor, clothes, etc., stem from a life where she had nothing. Now that she has access to things, she takes full advantage

Except that she doesn’t get a lot of TIME to indulge in anything

Her mother was taller than her father

The best way to get her to like you? Treat her with respect. The second-best way? Feed her.

Bijoux is actually a huge sucker for romantic shit, much like her SWTOR counterpart.

She came into the Dragoon thing by accident when she discovered that hey, biotic lashes are a thing and they look cool.

#ooc #bijoux jones

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The Dance

The way the Krogan and human circled one another made it clear that they were familiar, and the conversation that ensued only served to confirm that observation. Bijoux Jones grinned broadly at Battlemaster Matojo, her biotics flaring to life at the same time his did.

“You are late,” she quipped. “Leave it to a Krogan to be late to his own funeral.”

The old Krogan barked laughter and retorted, “Leave it to a human to overestimate themselves when put up against the finest the galaxy has to offer.”

Attack and counter-attack were smooth, almost seeming rehearsed. When she advanced, he retreated and whipped around, placing her in the retreat position. When he broke the pattern, she went with him. When she took to the air, flipping over his head, he moved so she wouldn’t land on him. Fists were stopped by biotic shields, a throw was countered with the pull from her biotic lashes, and just as quickly as the dance had begun, it ended, the two combatants gracefully ending up on their feet.

They bowed, the old Krogan laughing the entire time, and Jones couldn’t help but grin.

“One day,” she said, “I will outmaneuver you.”

“Somebody has to,” Matojo replied. “And if it ain’t you, I’m gonna be mighty pissed off.”

Mutual respect. That was the one thing that kept them from killing one another.

#jorgal matojo #bijoux jones #my writing

cerberusloyalists

"You cannot get in because that is my personal room. Your rooms is...I do not know. Somewhere else. Usually only Kai and I are in this corner of the station. You are obviously lost."

“Uuuuh - right. I’ll just. Go. That way. … I don’t even know where I’m goin’. The doc’s gonna be so mad.” A pause. “How do I get to medical from here.”

blindfaithnisha

cerberusloyalists:

“I take it you don’t know who brought you guys here,” Kenzie said. She kept a couple of feet behind, not wanting to wind up losing track of the smaller woman who seemed to know the place like the back of her hand. Maybe she’d get to the same point herself, eventually.

She went silent when Nisha mentioned Leng wanting to rebuild Cerberus. Could that really be a possibility? She shoved one of her knuckles into her mouth to keep herself from babbling on with questions about that and just made a muffled “uh huh” noise.

It didn’t last long.

She had soon released her knuckle from her mouth and wiped her hand against her pants, then: “It’s needed. There’s always gonna be a need for something to keep humanity’s best interests in mind and what’s goin’ now won’t do it. I just hope I get to see it work out.”

Nisha shook her head. “No. I know who brought Kai. He told me. The Illusive Man’s secretary. The people who brought me were…nameless soldiers. I do not know. And I do not care. They made me leave. Then dumped me here. Then locked me up.” She shrugged, turning around another corner. “I killed one or two of them, I think.”

Then Nisha went silent, a small scowl on her face. If Leng wanted to rebuild Cerberus, that was fine with her. But she hated that he felt obligated to. She wanted him to do what he wanted. If the Illusive Man was truly dead, he had no further obligation, as far as she was concerned. He was free to do whatever he desired, but she knew, currently, he was lost in that respect.

“… Maybe. We do not know what is going on right now. What has happened. We do not know what is left of Cerberus. Or the galaxy.” She paused as they rounded another corner that brought them to a corridor. Behind a set of doors was the clearly labeled medical wing. “I want him to choose for himself. If he wants to live a life away from…all of this. He should.” She pointed toward the wide doors. “That way. Do I have to wait for you?”

cerberusloyalists

“Why the fuck would they lock you up? That’s - you know what, nevermind. It’s none of my business.” McKenzie scowled, shoving her hands into her pockets. Maybe it was lucky that she’d missed the attack on Cronos. Maybe it was lucky that she was sent away and things went as they did, but damn it, it would have been nice to have been of use.

As the pair rounded the corner that brought them to the medical wing, Kenzie replied, “The galaxy is fine. I wouldn’t have been able to travel here if it wasn’t,” and she glanced toward the doors. “Maybe he’s never had that choice before. Maybe that’s something he needs pointed out to him, that he can do what he wants. If you’ve got that chance? Better take it. You never know when something’s gonna decide to off you for good, you know?”

Kenzie rolled one shoulder and grunted. “Don’t need to wait for me, no. Thanks for the direction. Uh. If you ever wanna hang out sometime, I guess you know where I’ll be?”

#post-war #blindfaithnisha

cerberusloyalists

"You cannot get in because that is my personal room. Your rooms is...I do not know. Somewhere else. Usually only Kai and I are in this corner of the station. You are obviously lost."

“Uuuuh - right. I’ll just. Go. That way. … I don’t even know where I’m goin’. The doc’s gonna be so mad.” A pause. “How do I get to medical from here.”

cerberusloyalists

Kenzie laughed a little, humourlessy, and shook her head. “It’d take more than cold. All the tech I got filled with, the one thing I won’t be doing is dyin’.”

She was glancing about as they went, her gaze flicking over walls and panels and flooring. It would take a while for her to get used to this place - her memory was awful. Directions, locations, names, that shit was difficult for her. Dates were the worst. Kenzie at least knew what the hell she was doing when she went into auto-pilot during medical work.

“How long have you guys been here? How did you even get down here? I mean, he was in bad shape when - you know. And what are you gonna be doin’ now?”

It seemed like there were more questions than answers, but that was life for McKenzie.

blindfaithnisha

“It is very. Very. Cold outside. The planet is mostly ice, you know. So unless you are a robot, even you will probably freeze.” She didn’t bother to turn toward Kenzie as she spoke; not like she could see her anyway. She merely kept walking toward the medical wing of the base. One advantage to being blind was not getting lost by how everything in the base looked exactly the same. The same white walls, the same steel doors down every corridor, the same grey tiled flooring. She just had to memorize the layout, which was hardly maze-like. Then again, anything was easy after Omega.

Nisha frowned at the questions. She wasn’t very good at keeping track of time. How long had they been here? “I…am not sure. A few months maybe? Kai was unconscious for a few days and I was…confined to a room.” Her cheek twitched at that irritating memory. “I think…some woman brought him here. I was dragged off the station and brought here.” She huffed, clearly not pleased by her treatment.

Rounding another corner, she let out a sigh. “And I do not know. I…I think he wants to rebuild Cerberus.”

cerberusloyalists

It didn’t last long.

#post-war #blindfaithnisha

cerberusloyalists

"You cannot get in because that is my personal room. Your rooms is...I do not know. Somewhere else. Usually only Kai and I are in this corner of the station. You are obviously lost."

“Uuuuh - right. I’ll just. Go. That way. … I don’t even know where I’m goin’. The doc’s gonna be so mad.” A pause. “How do I get to medical from here.”

blindfaithnisha

Nisha let out a long sigh. She wanted to say something, that she’d had trouble finding her way around at first but she was blind, so what was this woman’s excuse. She had the entire compound memorized by now. Instead she sighed again. “Follow me.”

She led her expertly through corridors, hand reaching out to the wall now and then to make sure her path was correct. “Just do not accidentally wander outside. It is cold. You will die.”

cerberusloyalists

Kenzie laughed a little, humourlessy, and shook her head. “It’d take more than cold. All the tech I got filled with, the one thing I won’t be doing is dyin’.”

“How long have you guys been here? How did you even get down here? I mean, he was in bad shape when - you know. And what are you gonna be doin’ now?”

It seemed like there were more questions than answers, but that was life for McKenzie.

#post-war #blindfaithnisha

"You cannot get in because that is my personal room. Your rooms is...I do not know. Somewhere else. Usually only Kai and I are in this corner of the station. You are obviously lost."

“Uuuuh - right. I’ll just. Go. That way. ... I don’t even know where I’m goin’. The doc’s gonna be so mad.” A pause. “How do I get to medical from here.”

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