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i am the firechild: Open RP: So a trickster walks into a cloud of sex pollen…

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Anonymous asked: M! A: Sex Pollen. You are uncontrollably horny and feverish for the next 3 days, or until you’ve had three orgasms, without masturbation.

“Oh…shit.” The archangel’s skin quickly becomes flushed and his breath hitches. He feels an erection coming on and…

“Summer – oh fuck – of all people to see me like this-” His face is full of panic, but his eyes wander all over her body with a hungry shine to them. “Sex pollen. Can’t fix it alone – can’t stay in control – if you don’t want me to jump your bones, run.” He pants, turning to face her. His boner is painfully obvious, and his hands are clenched into fists with the effort not to play with himself in front of her.

“I can’t leave you like this!” It was almost insulting, that he thought she could be concerned about a thing like that right now. Granted, she can’t block him out now, and that’s having an effect on her thinking as well, but compassion alone would demand she help him find a way out of this. “What do you need?” It’s that simple.

Open RP: So a trickster walks into a cloud of sex pollen…

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Anonymous asked: M! A: Sex Pollen. You are uncontrollably horny and feverish for the next 3 days, or until you’ve had three orgasms, without masturbation.

“Oh…shit.” The archangel’s skin quickly becomes flushed and his breath hitches. He feels an erection coming on and murmurs, “Fucking hell”, biting his lip. His hands fly to the bulge in his pants, but he knows it won’t help at all. “Please…someone…” he almost yells.

OOC: P.S. If you have ever wanted smut followed by awkwardness between your muse and Gabriel, now is your chance. 

A bolt of emotion, half-pain half-desire, spikes through Summer’s head. It takes her a minute just to suppress it enough to track back to the source — which turns out to be equally surprising. Gabriel. How had she bonded to Gabriel?

She’s already skybourne, so she just aims for him, worried and confused. It’s Tony’s signature landing she uses, one hand to the ground to brace herself, before she looks up. “Gabriel?!”“

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He pulls back, his expression quickly turning worried before being covered up by a brittle front of curiosity.  A hand flits to Summer’s shoulder as the archangel says, “Clearly I’ve missed some important things. What happened? Is there someone I need to ‘have a discussion’ with?”

“That would have been nice at the time,” she sighs, “but it’s a bit late now. It’s a long story.” Taking his hand, she pulls him to sit beside her on the edge of the bed, pausing to offer ear scratches to the little calico curled up in the centre. “I’m dating Tony Stark,” she begins, avoiding his eyes. “And … so was one of his AI robots. Some grey magic gave it a human-android body, I don’t know much about that. But, um, Dummy — the AI’s name is Dummy — he asked Tony to marry him. Not long after you disappeared.”

She twists her hands together, shoulders tensing up. “Tony decided he wanted to keep both of us, and Dummy was … very not okay with that. He shot himself. Tony was able to save him, and he agreed to try, but even after that he avoided me. And I — I got impatient, and jealous, and when I went to talk to Dummy, to try to be friends, I did it all wrong. I pushed too hard, and he threatened to kill himself again, and — ” She falters, struggling against tears. “I made him leave,” she whispers finally.

His face visibly straining to remain only concerned, and nothing more, the archangel opens his mouth hesitantly to speak. “What others do to themselves is not your fault. You didn’t “make” anyone do anything, and you tried to remedy the situation. If a robot is emotionally unstable, that is not your daddamn fault.” Anger rolls off of Gabriel in waves, his muscles tense as he tries to keep himself under control, tries not to fly off and find this appropriately named robot and turn it into a bouquet of flowers he can give to Summer (after uploading six viruses to its hard drive and watching it break into twitching circuits and scrap metal). He knows that hasty violence will not help anything, but he’s a fucking archangel – protecting people is his Dad-given job. As he tries to calm down, his eyes lose their detail and simply become glowing gold pits above gritted teeth.

Summer flinches under his anger, unconvinced and self-castigating. “I should have been more patient,” she says. “I /know/ Tony loves me, even if he doesn’t say it often. I only wanted to be friends …” She buries her face in her hands, shoulders shaking, hot tears sliding down her cheeks. The memories are still painful, reminders of failure and accidental cruelty. Gabriel’s fury is just another burning layer added to that.

Realizing his selfishness, the angel bottles his anger up with a well-practiced chain of thoughts. I cannot change the past, I can only try to help the present, he repeatedly thinks to himself. Forcing his face blank, he hugs her to his chest and wraps the two of them in his soft grey wings. Not knowing what to say, he strokes her hair in an effort to comfort her.

His hands in her hair, more than anything, bring ease to the set of her shoulders. If nothing else, having the words out lances the wound more than it did with Tony, whose avoidance of the ache of it merely threw her back into self-hatred. Not that she blames him for that, but she knows the dangers of bottling up her feelings.

It’s only a little time before the tears stop, and she rubs at her face. “I’m sorry,” Summer murmurs, “you’ve only just come back and here I am dumping my woes on you. That’s hardly fair.” She glances up, a wave of red hair falling over one eye. “I’m sorry.”

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He pulls back, his expression quickly turning worried before being covered up by a brittle front of curiosity.  A hand flits to Summer’s shoulder as the archangel says, “Clearly I’ve missed some important things. What happened? Is there someone I need to ‘have a discussion’ with?”

“That would have been nice at the time,” she sighs, “but it’s a bit late now. It’s a long story.” Taking his hand, she pulls him to sit beside her on the edge of the bed, pausing to offer ear scratches to the little calico curled up in the centre. “I’m dating Tony Stark,” she begins, avoiding his eyes. “And … so was one of his AI robots. Some grey magic gave it a human-android body, I don’t know much about that. But, um, Dummy — the AI’s name is Dummy — he asked Tony to marry him. Not long after you disappeared.”

She twists her hands together, shoulders tensing up. “Tony decided he wanted to keep both of us, and Dummy was … very not okay with that. He shot himself. Tony was able to save him, and he agreed to try, but even after that he avoided me. And I — I got impatient, and jealous, and when I went to talk to Dummy, to try to be friends, I did it all wrong. I pushed too hard, and he threatened to kill himself again, and — ” She falters, struggling against tears. “I made him leave,” she whispers finally.

His face visibly straining to remain only concerned, and nothing more, the archangel opens his mouth hesitantly to speak. “What others do to themselves is not your fault. You didn’t “make” anyone do anything, and you tried to remedy the situation. If a robot is emotionally unstable, that is not your daddamn fault.” Anger rolls off of Gabriel in waves, his muscles tense as he tries to keep himself under control, tries not to fly off and find this appropriately named robot and turn it into a bouquet of flowers he can give to Summer (after uploading six viruses to its hard drive and watching it break into twitching circuits and scrap metal). He knows that hasty violence will not help anything, but he’s a fucking archangel – protecting people is his Dad-given job. As he tries to calm down, his eyes lose their detail and simply become glowing gold pits above gritted teeth.

Summer flinches under his anger, unconvinced and self-castigating. “I should have been more patient,” she says. “I /know/ Tony loves me, even if he doesn’t say it often. I only wanted to be friends …” She buries her face in her hands, shoulders shaking, hot tears sliding down her cheeks. The memories are still painful, reminders of failure and accidental cruelty. Gabriel’s fury is just another burning layer added to that.

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She needs to breathe. She’s trying desperately to hold on to the memory of his words at their last meeting,. She doesn’t want to use him; he’s unique and glorious, yes, but not to be treated as something to collect. She pulls back, breaking the kiss, still feeling the imprint of his mouth on hers. “Gabriel.”

His wings fold back, and he looks into Summer’s eyes. “Yes, that’s my name, don’t wear it out.” he smiles sadly, his heart not in that terrible joke at all.

“What’s wrong?” She’s still pressed up against him, arms about his neck, and searches his eyes. One hand threads up into his hair.

“When someone pulls back like that, it usually means they’re thinking about something. I worry about what you think of me, which is kind of silly, given how little I care about my impression with others.”

“I’m always thinking about something,” Summer laughs. “In this case, it’s how much I missed you, and how if you kiss me like that one more time, I’m going to forget you’re an archangel and knock you flat on my bed.” Her eyes sparkle.

He allows a mildly predatory smile to blossom on his face, his eyes sparkling. “That wouldn’t be so terrible, would it?” He laughs quietly, then leans in close. “Be careful what you think, you never know who’s listening.” With a quick smirk, he goes in for what seems like a kiss.

“Tease,” she tells him, covering his mouth with a lifted hand. “It would be the opposite of terrible, but I don’t want to use you.” The smile turns into something more wry, self-deprecating. “It’s only if you want that.” A shadow of memory flits across her face, darkening her eyes. “I’ve had enough of ruining things with my wants for a lifetime, these months you were gone.”

He pulls back, his expression quickly turning worried before being covered up by a brittle front of curiosity.  A hand flits to Summer’s shoulder as the archangel says, “Clearly I’ve missed some important things. What happened? Is there someone I need to ‘have a discussion’ with?”

“That would have been nice at the time,” she sighs, “but it’s a bit late now. It’s a long story.” Taking his hand, she pulls him to sit beside her on the edge of the bed, pausing to offer ear scratches to the little calico curled up in the centre. “I’m dating Tony Stark,” she begins, avoiding his eyes. “And … so was one of his AI robots. Some grey magic gave it a human-android body, I don’t know much about that. But, um, Dummy — the AIs name is Dummy — he asked Tony to marry him. Not long after you disappeared.”

She twisted her hands together, shoulders tensing up. “Tony decided he wanted to keep both of us, and Dummy was … very not okay with that. He shot himself. Tony was able to save him, and he agreed to try, but even after that he avoided me. And I — I got impatient, and jealous, and when I went to talk to Dummy, to try to be friends, I did it all wrong. I pushed too hard, and he threatened to kill himself again, and — ” She faltered, struggling against tears. “I made him leave,” she whispered finally.

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She needs to breathe. She’s trying desperately to hold on to the memory of his words at their last meeting,. She doesn’t want to use him; he’s unique and glorious, yes, but not to be treated as something to collect. She pulls back, breaking the kiss, still feeling the imprint of his mouth on hers. “Gabriel.”

His wings fold back, and he looks into Summer’s eyes. “Yes, that’s my name, don’t wear it out.” he smiles sadly, his heart not in that terrible joke at all.

“What’s wrong?” She’s still pressed up against him, arms about his neck, and searches his eyes. One hand threads up into his hair.

“When someone pulls back like that, it usually means they’re thinking about something. I worry about what you think of me, which is kind of silly, given how little I care about my impression with others.”

“I’m always thinking about something,” Summer laughs. “In this case, it’s how much I missed you, and how if you kiss me like that one more time, I’m going to forget you’re an archangel and knock you flat on my bed.” Her eyes sparkle.

He allows a mildly predatory smile to blossom on his face, his eyes sparkling. “That wouldn’t be so terrible, would it?” He laughs quietly, then leans in close. “Be careful what you think, you never know who’s listening.” With a quick smirk, he goes in for what seems like a kiss.

“Tease,” she tells him, covering his mouth with a lifted hand. “It would be the opposite of terrible, but I don’t want to use you.” The smile turns into something more wry, self-deprecating. “It’s only if you want that.” A shadow of memory flits across her face, darkening her eyes. “I’ve had enough of ruining things with my wants for a lifetime, these months you were gone.”

A bouquet of red gladiolas appears on your doorstep with a gold leaf card attached to it. reading “For the girl who made me believe again. -G”. Likewise tied to the flowers by burgundy satin ribbon is a tiny translucent gold pouch containing glowing powder and a piece of parchment reading “stardust, not even kidding”.

Summer picks up the pouch, turning it over in her fingers, unconsciously smiling. “It’s beautiful. They’re beautiful. Thank you, Gabriel.” Wherever he was right now. Maybe he would come by and be able to stay for a bit. ‘Believe again.’ She shook her head. Silly angel.

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“Well, ye—mmph!” She wraps her arms around his neck, eyes closing, drowning in the sense of him. Okay, she’d get more information out of him later. In the meantime, she ignored the fact that he was an archangel and just enjoyed his warmth.

Deepening the kiss, long-ignored desires stir within the angel. Something about Summer and her seeming permanence brought out the heart he pretended not to have.

She needs to breathe. She’s trying desperately to hold on to the memory of his words at their last meeting,. She doesn’t want to use him; he’s unique and glorious, yes, but not to be treated as something to collect. She pulls back, breaking the kiss, still feeling the imprint of his mouth on hers. “Gabriel.”

His wings fold back, and he looks into Summer’s eyes. “Yes, that’s my name, don’t wear it out.” he smiles sadly, his heart not in that terrible joke at all.

“What’s wrong?” She’s still pressed up against him, arms about his neck, and searches his eyes. One hand threads up into his hair.

“When someone pulls back like that, it usually means they’re thinking about something. I worry about what you think of me, which is kind of silly, given how little I care about my impression with others.”

“I’m always thinking about something,” Summer laughs. “In this case, it’s how much I missed you, and how if you kiss me like that one more time, I’m going to forget you’re an archangel and knock you flat on my bed.” Her eyes sparkle.