in the most self indulgent turn of thoughts:
cod x overwatch crossover where you start out at overwatch, following reyes to blackwatch too and being so loyal to your commander and your team, until everything falls apart--overwatch falls, reyes dies and your heart is broken seeing the man you love die under a pile of rubble, dying without knowing how you really felt about him.
in the fallout you're scooped up by the 141, finding solace in your new team and the resolute captain price, getting dirty so the world can stay clean. there's no discord or disharmony like there was in blackwatch, and it feels so fucking solid.
and you hate yourself when you notice price the same way you'd noticed reyes, and you hate it even more when you notice the similarities--in their leadership style, in the fucking cigars they smoke, in the way they capture your heart and mind.
it's not long into your tenure that new problems pop up for the world, vigilantes and terrorists, namely reaper, and there's just something familiar about him that has you convinced it's gabriel.
price is the only one who believes you, and backs you on trying to track reaper down since you're familiar with him, but when reaper realises, he's tracking you back.
both commanding officers want their loyal soldiers, their girl by their side. you all end up trapped in this cycle, reaper wanting you back, price not willing to let you go.
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Reading Justice League Generation Lost
Justice league: Generation lost #3
anyway so blackest night brought max back for ?? ?reasons and now he's going around in this comic. he erased everyone's memory of him with his powers and some device*
Jaime's scarab is evidently immune, due to being artificial intelligence, which tracks with it being immune or aware of other brain associated stuff in blue beetle (knocking probe out when she tried to read jaime's brain)
*even wonder woman's, even tho she was immune to his power earlier. maybe he got a power up. or maybe the writers forgot.
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kinktober 15 - shotgunning
john price x reader x gabriel reyes
(18+/mdni, smoking, dubcon, d/s dynamic, shamelessly self-indulgent)
the mildest sense of confusion filled you as you approached the captain's door--a call to his office so late meant either a reprimand or a social call, and you know which one you'd prefer at this moment. you also know which one there have been so much of recently, and social was a polite descriptor for your visits to the captain's office as of late.
an overwhelming smell of cigar smoke lingers outside the door as you approach, your hand knocking hesitantly as you call out, "captain?"
"come in." your captain's voice calls out, compelling you to open the door and step into the cloudy room.
your eyes drift over to your lover, noticing the way he's lounged with a cigar from his lips, and the base's special visitor is sitting across from him.
"oh, commander reyes." the man's appearance makes you straighten up, makes you worry this isn't a social call after all, but then the way the smoke swirls around the two men is anything but professional.
his smile is tight-lipped behind his trimmed goatee. "gabriel is fine." he says, a hint of sincerity to his voice.
you turn your attention back to john, trying to determine where you stand and what the visit is about. you'd long stripped out of your work clothes when you got your captain's message, so now you stand before the two men in nothing but a thin cotton t-shirt and a pair of sweats--feeling horrifically out of place.
"what can i do for you captain?" you ask, voice professional.
john smirks around his cigar, amusement clear as he plucks it from his lips and flicks it into an ash tray. "the commander and i were just talking about you, love."
your stomach drops. your relationship with your captain is a secret, and from the predatory look gabriel is giving you, him being told about it only means one thing.
"john was telling me about your special relationship." he purrs, his handsome brown eyes roaming over your figure. you appraised the man too, while he was older than john, he still had his looks, bulging muscles and a dangerously magnetic look in his eyes.
"hmm, thought you could come join us for a cigar." john mumbles, coaxing you over to him, his words subtly commanding. "just like I showed you."
he pats his thigh, making room for you you perch yourself in his lap as smoke billows around you both.
"okay." you whisper, settling yourself atop of him as your eyes flicker to his lips, watching the way he puffs. arousal already shoots through you, from the hardness pushed against you and the heady atmosphere of being put on display for the commander.
john cups your chin gently, tilting it up to give him access to your mouth.
"ready?" he asks, voice low and soft. when you nod meekly, eyes shy and unable to meet his, he takes a puff of the cigar and blows out the smoke. in turn, you suck it in, delicate lips only milimetres from his. his next words are whispered against your lips. "atta girl."
"enjoy it?" the commanders voice cuts through, a lazy, amused smirk on his lips as he spreads his legs and adjusts. "cuban, brought them with me."
admittedly, you didn't like it all that much, but that's perhaps because you'd gotten so used to the taste of john's cigars. you look back to john, uncertain if your truth is what is being asked of you right now, but you go for it anyway. "it's not as nice as your usual, i think i prefer the maduro."
that gets a chuckle from both men, gabriel's eyes especially burn as he takes a satisfied drag of his light-leafed cigar. "you have her well trained, captain."
you don't miss the proud smile on john's face, yet he urges you back to your feet, steady you on your shaking legs.
"see how you like it from the commander, love." he urges, and it's now gabriel's turn to pat his thigh temptingly.
the newness of the situation, the implication of everything from here on out makes you dizzy, uncertain.
"go on." john speaks once more, and you won't disobey him again.
you wobble over to the american, only to be pulled into his lap and secured over his own growing bulge. "i don't bite princessa, unless you want me to."
he parts your lips with his thumb, his skin tasting like the harsh tobacco as his smokey breath fans across your face. "now open that pretty little mouth for me."
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