Battle Born

Jasper Facet 9T8N Cut 2XH. Selective, private, indie. Very crossover friendly. NSFW will be present. Dark content. Mun and muse are 18+. Check the verses page for crossover information, and check the rules.

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she knocked that smug look off my face but luckily i was wearing a second, smaller smug look underneath

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She choked on her profanity, the flashing pain assaulting her senses once more - hot and deep and seething. It made the more personal assault none the easier, but displayed to her a real sense of pain in this. She cocked her head at a different angle, and managed a strained noise of protest, and yet it was quickly forgotten as the other pulled out from her, and pressed back in to the base, every ridge and curve well-acquainted with the forced entry. Stars danced in her vision as she pressed back to meet the other closely, squirming and writhing with the senseless appendage in a silent plead for something. Perhaps more, perhaps harder, perhaps she simply plead for an end. Scent-stricken and pleasure filled, Jasper pressed her face down into the sheets, shoulders and legs shaking from the stress and exertion. Every time she seemed to near her climax, it stopped at a vibrant point, leaving her mindless and drooling in the best of the buzzing sensation. A hot breath to her ear, the sound of skin on skin, the bulbous base pressing itself into her entrance- it all seemed to be far too much. Another sharp ripple of pain from her throat pressed her senses over the edge and she constricted around the Admiral, whimpering and chuffing and breathing hard, the muscles in her back depicting a map of strangled ecstasy. Jasper bucked back hard, her own teeth sunk into a knuckle and a bold hostility rising. ”Fuck, fuck, ah-- fuck you…”

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Reblog if I'm allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

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[text] “You want to come over?” [text] “Oh my god I’m so horny right now and there’s no one attractive in sight..” [text] “He/She asked me if I was even old enough to be out this late…” [text] “This party is boring can you come and get me out of here?” [text] “I just realized how much I hate tomatoes.” [text] “Let’s go for a ride.” [text] “You wanna go on a road trip. Like right now?” [text] “Hey! I’m right outside your window. Let me in.” [text] “I’m in the driveway. I got chicken nuggets.” [text] “I’m upstairs in your room.” [text] “I’m waiting in bed for you.” [text] “I’m waiting in bed for you naked.” [text] “THERE ARE KITTENS. SO MANY KITTENS.” [text] “I’m bringing home a kitten.” [text] “I think I"m d;arunk. the mabr wont let me in.” [text] “Let’s go camping this weekend.” [text] “Send me a pic.” [text] “Send me a sexy pic.” [text] “I know it’s four am but are you awake?” [text] “Hey….hey. hEY. HEY. HAEY. HeyY!” [text] “I got this weird package in the mail and when I opened it it was some sex toy. I never ordered this.” [text] “Let’s go to the strip club.” [text] “wanna hook up?” [text] “I wanna be in the D-D-DANGER ZONE!” [text] “Shut. Up.”

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Dragged away from the destination she had been so close to, she put up some what of a fight. She was outmatched easily, as most Jaspers were by the success of Earth, and it made it no less frustrating. Shoved around like a ragdoll was embarrassing. She earned her ranks like the rest, but her treatment never seemed to change for the past decade. A short period of her supposedly long life, but long enough for every passing day to have been strenuous. “That goes - fuck - against orders.” She hissed and whined and even attempted to bite the other once, the short snapping of teeth when she was pulled too hard, a look of primal desperation blighting her golden eyes.

“I don’t need to see it. Jasper I was doing fine. My record has been slowing.”

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Too many sensations at once left her panting like a dog with a pained but dulled expression. She shifted, attempted to misplace her hips, barked out a sharp noise as the other bucked and ground further in. Feeling the other’s base was both relieving and distressing. No more stretching and pressing to fill her. But that opened up many more avenues of harm or likewise. 

She hadn’t felt so full in her life. The digging claws left her writhing to fruitlessly escape their hold; like trying to pull out of a bear trap. Face pressed to the side of the bed, her thoughts quickly revolted from the pain to her sex, more focused on air. Air that she did not necessarily need, but air she needed to take in to avoid an array of problematic effects. She grit her teeth and bared those pathetic canines, a sour and rebellious look thrown to the Admiral. She was no toy, nor a Pearl. But perhaps acting it would be a necessity lest she get herself shattered. With the behavior displayed, Jasper was entirely convinced the other would do it with little provocation. Who would miss a Beta? She grunted, softly as the appendage hit a sweet spot within her, causing her to press backwards, instinct driving her to seek the touch again. The thrashing rewarded her with it, and a whimper left as she shuddered. Of course, that slice of bliss could not last. Her molten eyes were pinpricks as the other carved into her neck, her teeth lashing, her hands gripping the sheets so tightly they paled. The impacted air kept her from making the sounds she really wanted to. The pain brought white flashes through her eyes until it ended, and she was panting and sweating by the time it was done. She hardly paid attention to whether or not there was a true design to the cruelty. The cold, callous, lust-beaten tone was struck by her ear, and with a struggle, Jasper managed a suddenly exhausted and submissive “yes”. The slurred, struggled version of the word. The one hand that was free was painful to drag down to her side beneath them, attending to her neglected cock, and brushing against the bulge of her stomach with a sick and strange satisfaction.

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a white wolf digs in the dirt

it doesn’t care that the soil clumps in its fur or gets stuck between its claws or that the sharp edges of rocks cut its paws

it does not care if it bleeds

it only cares to find answers

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what if i like…didnt fuck up for once??? That would be so lit

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A grunt was drawled, easily mistaken for a growl, and perhaps it had been as the beta rolled her eyes behind the encumbering equipment. It was a short struggle, but she got two down from the top, managing to keep them safe enough, and the weight was less awkward with her mass. So much easier to carry. She puffed a slight relief.

“Did you say where you wanted them?” An unnecessary question as she simply followed the other, keeping up fairly.

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Jasper nodded, with pity at first, and then what seemed to be a nod of abject exhaustion. Few defects appreciated their flaws. Flaws regardless, they were considered useful, until not.

“Never heard of that. You must feel pretty special. Makes you much more of your own entity.”

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“No, ma’am. I’ll be right on it,” she drawled, the sheer pressure of the glare sped her heart, the closeness giving way to a slight tremble in her hands. Neither options seemed appealing to her, and it showed on her face somewhat clearly. She was a Jasper, not a Pearl. Jasper could not consider an association more foul. She fought damned hard to earn her place. She tightened her lips at the gesture of the woman, and then put her hands up, hanging her head and walking towards the supplies. She maintained a level of physical strength, but she was not bulky enough to handle all of the supplies. She supposed it was intentional. One crate stretched her arms painfully and awkwardly as she hauled it, and several other boxes, stacked on top. She wavered a little, not entirely in her realm of balance.

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“I don’t think I’d taste too well. Might as well lick the dirt beneath your feet.” Her airy tone and lax body language displayed her as unconcerned, but out of nervousness, she took a single step back the way she had came.

“I’m a jasper, my... guy. Facet 9T8N. Not tasty at all.”

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And as her head moved around to see, just what was it that would fill her vision? Another Jasper, larger in every respect and carrying a presence heavy with intimidation. To most, anyway; some Gems proved quite immune to that part of her, although they were few in number.

At the verbal admission of pain, the larger Quartz smiles sadistically, fingers curling into that fibrous head of hair even further as she hoped to extract yet more agony from her.

It was made no secret, the distaste that the larger held for this particular Jasper. Gems were supposed to be strong, capable soldiers, not the stick thin example held before Jasper’s eyes. It sickened her beyond expression.

Taking yet more of a grasp, she slowly lifts Skinny from the floor to eye level.

“ Well… Looks like somebody’s running late for role call again. Whaddya think the Agate will do if you miss it one more time? ”Looking to the wall, Jasper spies a timekeeping device. Gem symbols indicating digits flash brightly upon the display, usually so passive but now a very clear warning. “ Looks like you’ve still got time. You might’ve actually made it, huh? So how about we just wait around here a little longer. ”

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She clenched her teeth and bared them openly in the sharp fiery pain to follow, her brows knit tightly as she struggled, an unbearable pain making her heart deafening as she was lifted, hardly managing to meet the other Jasper’s eyes. Her own were slighted, ferocious slits as she struggled in the hold, abdominals tightening as she used her hands to pull herself upwards, if even slightly. She huffed and groaned and hissed as she lingered in the air, her breath coming fast as gradual horror replaced pain.

“No, please, Jasper why?” Her tone was rasped, body shaking. 

“I can’t - can’t do it again. I need to make it.”

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“It is.. huh?”  The smaller gem laughed sheepishly.  To her, Skinny looked like a Jasper, one of the gems she feared but yet.. Skinny didn’t?  She lacked the muscles of a typical Jasper, yet maintained the height of one.  “Uh.. I guess I should say.. you’re welcome?”

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Jasper quirked a friendly smile, the jest having been taken quite well.

“Defective, disappointing, whatever else. I can still hold my own and beat Amethysts in wrestling.” She waved a hand, the lazy smirk hardly leaving her.

“Not familiar with your kind.”

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“Sounds like something a carnivore would say. Just a hunch.”

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“ The sheer amount of genius you just spilled out of your mouth is astounding.”

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“I know right? It’s hard to handle. If I need to speak slower let me know. These incredible words are mind-blowing.”

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“Sounds like something a carnivore would say. Just a hunch.”

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