#like fuck that mask in a non-sexual way for how hard it is to draw

[energeticpoltergeist]

drew several TOMC au Fridas(and some Mannys) to try and figure out the show's artstyle more (i'll elaborate on swap!Frida's deal more under the read more along with cropped images of the drawings(which i'll do in order that i originally drew them so progression can be witnessed))

so first off in the swap-verse Frida is a police cadet prodigy as shes been training as one for who knows how long, mainly because her parents were overcompensating for how her sisters ended up(which fun fact Frida didn't dye her hair her hair just got coloured blue due to a prank played by her sisters, though she won't admit she likes how it looks)

not only is she a police cadet prodigy but she's seemingly a great student, though she still causes trouble she is just a lot more subtle about it(the vice principal still hates both her and Manny but people just thinks he's paranoid because why suspect one of the seemingly well-behaved students?)

something i should mention about the swap-verse is that im trying to keep it so its clear they're an alternate version of that character, as opposed to going the lazy route of just swapping characters around and creating the same damned thing, which i mention since this is still a Frida she still calls people dude, she's still ride or die with Manny, she's still kind of a dumbass she's just better at hiding it here, etc(though that doesn't mean there aren't changes as this one knows how to pronounce library and she reads books like for fun)

she still hates Zoe and hates being compared to her, which unfortunately happens quite frequently(one of the many reasons she likes hanging out with Manny is because he doesn't compare Frida to Zoe)

while this Frida is more rule follower then a rule breaker i do want to mention that its less of being a goody goody and more abusing loopholes, which i mention since Frida isn't allowed at the Rivera household and Manny isn't allowed at the Suarez household so they just hang out at other places to get around those rules

finally she isn't in a band so rip Atomic Sombreros because they don't exist in the swap-verse

#el tigre #my art #fanart #manny rivera #frida suarez #el tigre the other miracle city au #el tigre au #got very wordy but hey yall got some elaboration on TOMC stuff #also i am very very slowly getting a grip on the style of the show #it is a lot harder then one would assume #and thats not even mentioning how hard it is to draw White Pantera or Puma Loco #like fuck that mask in a non-sexual way for how hard it is to draw #but anyways yeah i finally elaborated a lil bit on an au

[fandom-go-round]

Could you do nsfw scenarios of Trapper, Michael, Pig and Ghostface reacting to hearing the reader moan their name because they're having a wet dream about them?

Warnings: Sexual Situations, Sex, Wet Dreaming, Voyeurism, Watching While Sleeping, Stalking. Masturbation, Non Con Masturbation, Touching While Asleep, Somnophilia, Getting Off

 Trapper:

Evan isn’t trying to catch you doing anything, he’s just out on his normal patrol of his area. He hears whimpering and decides to check it out. At first, he thinks that it’s some of the other Survivors sneaking out to have sex and there’s not way in hell he’s letting them get away with that. Not on his land. They can go fuck in Myers’ house if they want the thrill.

When he sees that it’s you, he’s more confused. Especially when it turns out your alone and asleep. How the hell can you be comfy here? You’re curled up between two huge tree roots, legs kicking a little and whimpering. He watches you for a minute, debating about waking you up or leaving you to it. That’s when he hears you moan his name.

Evan freezes, mostly because he doesn’t know if he heard you right or is dreaming. When you do it again, louder now and squeezing your legs tightly he chuckles. He watches you squirm for a while before turning and walking back to his place. His pants are a lot tighter now and he wants to go deal with that. Hopefully the crick in your neck will encourage you to seek him out for real next time.

 Michael Myers:

He’s more than a little annoyed that someone is in Haddenfield outside of a trial. He barely tolerates it when he gets to kill people if he’s honest but outside of trails? Someone must have a death wish. At first, it’s just a feeling on invasion and then he hears the moaning. Michael is seriously going to kill whoever it is, no questions asked.

Because it’s you, he doesn’t stab right away but its still an option on table. He has a slight…affection for you. Or according to Freddy he does. Not that he pays attention to what that idiot says. He’s still debating about what to do when you moan out his name, rolling over onto your side. He keeps watching, letting you moan his name a few more times before making his move.

You wake up with a face full of dirt, sputtering as you sit up. Your upper half is on the ground, your legs still on the picnic table you had been laying across. You have no idea where you are but quickly move back as Michael stands over you. You take off without knowing what’s going on. He lets you get a head start before following after you. You might be cute but that doesn’t mean that he’s going to let you get away with trespassing.

 Ghostface:

Danny is ecstatic when he hears someone getting off. He has a whole book of Survivors having ‘fun’ and is always looking to add to his collection. It takes a while to find you; after a bit he wonders if he’s lost the trail. Or if maybe he’s making things up. Ghostface almost literally trips over your spot, grinning behind his mask as he sees you.

You’re dressed in nightclothes and he wonders if you were sleep walking or something like that. The way you’re moaning and whimpering doesn’t leave anything up to the imagination. Danny almost moans out loud when you moan his name, body going hot. This is a dirty fantasy come to life for him.

There’s no way he’s going to pass this up. He quickly tugs his pants off, taking his cock in hand and staring right at you. He does his best to stay quiet, trying not to let you know that he’s getting off. It’s just so addicting, seeing you get off to him but not knowing he’s getting off too. Danny is going to jerk off as long as you sleep, drawing it out and cumming as many times as he can. Hopefully you wake up and want to join him.

 The Pig:

It’s hard to hear the whimpers over the groan of machinery but Amanda has had a lot of practice. She has no idea how someone got in here but oh well, more fun for her. There is a moment where she wonders if it’s a video that somehow got turned on but quickly dismisses it when she sees you.

You’re curled up on one of the couches, hips grinding slowly, moaning to yourself. She’s torn between being impressed and laughing her ass off. Amanda grins to herself, crouching next to you. She could put your head in a trap. It would be more to watch you wake up and panic. Or…

You wake up to a sensation between your legs, bucking into the air before your eyes open. You gasp loudly, mouth opening as you take in Amanda on top of you. She’s grinding into your crotch, a grin on her face. You don’t get a chance to say anything before she’s undoing your pants and rubbing against you. You whimper and throw your head back, pushing towards her. Oh well, you’d have to talk about this later.

#dead by daylight #dbd imagines #dead by daylight imagine #trapper x reader #trapper imagine #michael myers x reader #michael myers imagine #ghostface imagine #ghostface x reader #pig x reader #pig imagine #Amanda Young #amanda young imagine #dbd trapper #dbd #trapper #Michael Myers #michael x reader #dbd michael myers #ghostface #danny johnson #danny johnson imagine #dbd pig #dbd ghostface

[purgetrooperfox]

"we should go skinny dipping" for noctitra?

[ prompts ]

prompt: skinny dipping

pairing: Nocte/Kit Fisto/Dara Idella (@spacerocksarethebestrocks)

tags: T, M/M/F, polyamory, surprise vacation, beach trip, non-sexual nudity (maybe semi-sexual but it's not overt at all)

ao3

big shoutout to Madz (@spacerocksarethebestrocks) for the polycule brainrot and also for beta reading this for me <3

It's something of an anomaly for Nocte to get deployed offworld.

His post is on Coruscant, running the ins and outs of the Guard's medical wing, chasing down commanding officers who refuse to account for their own health, doing his best to shield his shinies from the ugliness surrounding them. Even brief leaves of absence create a backlog of work that, frankly, are rarely worth the reprieve. It may not be the job he expected, back on Kamino, but it's the one he got. And he's damn good at it.

So he doesn't get pulled away, almost as a rule. Even if it wasn't such an inconvenience, he doesn't have a traditional battalion to follow to the frontlines. The need simply isn't there.

All of which makes it a shock when Dara requests a medic to escort her to Scarif, all the way in the Outer Rim. Not a Jedi Healer (that would be overkill), not a civilian medic (she'd hate to put them at risk), not a small squad of Coruscant Guard medics (surely it makes sense to send as few as possible). She specifically requests one of the Guard's CMOs, with a note that she would prefer they assign Nocte to her.

When any Jedi bothers to request one particular trooper, it's hard to rationalize denying them.

That's how Nocte finds himself in a civilian transport shuttle, kitted out in unpainted armor like a shiny, with Dara at his side. They draw more attention than he would like. Far more. A lone Jedi with only a single trooper. It's strange. Nocte can't really blame them for staring.

He also can't speak up to ask what the hell is going on, not in such a poorly secured space. His helmet speakers are turned off and that won't change until they land.

The trip to Scarif takes 95 hours. Six flights; five passenger carriers and one cargo craft. Five refueling depots. Countless scenarios where if push came to shove, the sheer volume of bodies could overwhelm them with ease. Before they board the last ship, Dara shoves a change of clothes and a large pack into his arms. So goes the bulk of his bodily protection, stuffed into a backpack and exchanged for what amounts to hiking gear and a mask. Dara swaps her robes for street clothes as well. As much as Nocte hates it, they practically disappear from watchful eyes.

With the end in sight, he assumes that the worst is behind them. They situate themselves in the cargo hold of a freighter and despite himself, he almost relaxes.

It proves to be a mistake.

The last leg of their journey is less a landing than a freefall.

More specifically, it's Dara giving him a rushed minute to strap on a parachute then ushering him out of the bay and into open air.

Only when he's collapsed on the ground after cutting himself loose from his 'chute - which got tangled in a tree and left him dangling precariously - does he tear off his mask, bury his face in his arms, and curse loudly. In several languages. Colorful enough that even Wolffe would chastise him.

Dara knows better. She waits for him to peel himself from the damp, pungent dirt and come to her.

"What," he says evenly, "the Sith-fearing fuck."

"Are you hurt?" is, of course, her first question.

Nocte blinks at her. Her clothes are as torn up and filthy as his own, but there's no evidence of injury. Granted, she's not up and walking yet. They'll both be bruised, at minimum.

"No. Are you?"

"No." She stands with as much grace as he's come to expect and steps into his space, searching for something on his face. "Welcome to Scarif."

"Dara–"

"No one outside the GAR and the Order knows we're here," she continues. "No one knows exactly where we are on the planet. We're alone, or as close to it as we can be."

"I still don't–"

"Do you trust me?" The words alone are almost accusatory, but her tone borders on pleading.

"Dara."

She crosses her arms and raises a brow. "Well, do you?"

Nocte's shoulders slump as he blows out a sigh. "Of course I do. You know that."

"Then trust me," she says, smiling sharply. "We have a couple miles to walk, then I'll explain everything."

—

A couple miles roughly translates to a 15k hike over uneven jungle terrain. They don't talk much, only breaking the silence with warnings about the route or to relay oncoming transmissions. It gives Nocte enough time to conclude that Dara probably has her reasons for being cryptic. She's never led him astray before, and he does trust her with his life.

His frustration fizzles out. The brain-numbing sameness of putting one foot in front of the other eventually becomes similar to a light meditation. When the jungle breaks out onto a sprawling beach with soft sand and crystalline water, it threatens to take his breath away.

When he spots a tiny log cabin further along the treeline, and Kit gods damned Fisto standing shirtless in its doorway, confusion wipes away his newfound peace of mind. Kit heads toward them and Nocte turns back to Dara, knowing that his question will be written all over his face. And for whatever it's worth, she cuts straight to the point. Just like she always does.

"So," she says, scratching the back of her neck sheepishly. "There's no mission here. Not really. I'll have to take a day before we leave, but we have nine days to treat like a vacation. This was… not the only way, but a way to get you some time off and away from the city. Plus, Kit was able to dump his battalion on a different beach, give them a break, and meet us here. I couldn't explain where anyone else might hear, since this is probably breaking so many GAR rules, but yeah."

And that's just. "You're completely ridiculous," he manages through disbelief. "You could've warned me, though. I'm– shit, I was so stressed about this. All of that travel? The lack of security?"

That edge of concern returns to her face and her gaze drops to the ground as she takes a breath. "I know. I'm sorry, love. I wanted this to be a surprise, but it's tricky with all the military restrictions and scheduling conflicts and everything else. I'm sorry."

It does help to know that the 422nd is getting some downtime too, and Dara's long overdue for a break. Nocte hasn't seen Kit in person in months either. The war spirals further every day. No one's really, truly coping well.

Maybe rash decisions are warranted.

"I know," he says, softer now. "I understand. It's still ridiculous, and you're ridiculous, and I love you, so I guess that means I'm ridiculous."

"Maybe a little bit." Her tone is still sheepish, but there's a shine in her eyes that Nocte hasn't seen in a long time. "I love you too."

Any further discussion is shelved when Kit skips hello altogether, takes Nocte's face in both hands and crashes their lips together with an air of desperation. A broken noise escapes Nocte before he can stop it, but he can't be bothered to care. All the recent nights, long and cold and lonely, get lodged somewhere in his throat, hitching his breath. Kit's lips are warm and his grip is strong, twisted in the back of Nocte's hair. He feels like home.

If he sways forward when Kit finally pulls away, no one can rightly hold it against him.

If he gets caught smiling like a lovestruck fool when Kit turns to Dara and pulls her into an equally heartfelt embrace, so be it.

They're all alive. They're all together. That can be enough. Kit drags them back to the cabin and into bed before exhaustion knocks them flat on the sand, and it's relief.

Sleep can wait.

—

The ocean on Kamino was a terror. Frigid temperatures shook cadets to their cores and neverending storms sent vicious waves skyward. Their limited aquatic training was among the most dreaded stages of cadets’ curriculum. Pneumonia was unavoidable. Some of them swore up and down that they could never breathe as well afterward, even years down the road. As such, the vast majority of the clones have a healthy fear of open water. Nocte is a part of that majority.

He hasn’t seen an ocean since the war broke out, and hasn’t had any qualms about it. It’s one of the few perks of Coruscant. When they’re on shore leave, Monnk and his boys comment on the absence of natural bodies of water like it’s a flaw instead of a feature.

Privately, Nocte thinks their brains are probably waterlogged. Ongoing proximity to Kit probably has some adverse effects on one’s judgment, as well. Still though.

The ocean on Scarif is peace. Its waters are clear and calm and the antithesis of Kaminoan chaos. He almost can’t believe it. The sunset on the horizon is an explosion of orange and pink that reflects off the ocean’s surface like a mirror, a seamless painting of warm color, broken only by wispy clouds overhead. Birds overhead and the gentle wash of surging water are the only sounds to break the silence; there’s not another soul in sight on the shoreline.

Kit and Dara are around somewhere, but they’ve left him to his own devices since he wandered from their cabin. Maybe they knew this would be significant for him in some way. Maybe they’re desensitized to the simple sight of the ocean. Maybe they’re just preoccupied, napping or fucking or scavenging for snacks. Regardless. For the first time in his life, Nocte stands alone with the sand between his toes and the ebbing tide licking up around his ankles, and some of the weight that presses down on his shoulders at all hours dares to lift. He’ll have to comm Remedy or Carrion in the morning and check in, but for now…

For now, he can breathe.

—

It can’t be long before the sand crunches behind him and the breeze carries over the quiet chatter of Kit and Dara’s conversation; the sun is still a sliver of light in the distance and the temperature is only just starting to drop. Kit presses himself close against Nocte’s back and loops his arms around his waist. The lingering scent of burning charcoal clings to his clothes from cooking dinner. Relaxing back into his hold, Nocte tucks his head into the crook of Kit’s neck.

Dara carries on past them, stepping deeper into the water and turning her face to the sky, Wrapped in loose, flowing layers of light fabric, she cuts a stunning figure, backlit by the remnants of the sunset.

“Quite a view, isn’t it?” Kit voices Nocte’s thoughts precisely, too softly for Dara to hear.

Nocte hums his agreement. “‘s beautiful. I still can’t really believe it. You’re both insane.”

Kit snorts like he must be joking, but it's true. Despite the fact that the consequences seem far away and– well, inconsequential, he can hardly imagine the sheer magnitude of blowback if someone was to find out that they pulled him off duty under false pretenses. Not only that, but it would undoubtedly come to light that the three of them are in a relationship. That could jeopardize Kit's position on the Council, Dara's reputation in the Order, Nocte’s credibility among his family. It could be absolutely catastrophic.

But now? Now, Kit's fingertips trace idle patterns into Nocte’s sides. His breath sends goosebumps up his neck. Dara's bundling her skirts up in her arms as she wades deeper into the water. Now, Coruscant and the Temple and the Guard are little more than a recent memory and a distant concern.

Maybe Kit and Dara are a little bit insane, but maybe you have to be, to find happiness during this hell of a war. Maybe Nocte is just lucky to have them. He twists his fingers through Kit's and breathes and watches.

Dara eventually tires of shying from the waves and of hiking up her clothes, so she pulls them over her head and turns back to her partners with defiance in her eyes. The bundle of her clothes hits Nocte squarely in the face a split second before she folds backwards, disappearing under the surface. At his back, Kit twitches, like Grizzer when he sees a tooka.

Folding Dara's clothes over his arm, Nocte smiles at the unspoken want. "You can join her."

"As can you," Kit says with a smile in his voice.

"You both should," Dara adds, surfacing nearby. Rivulets of water catch the dying light as they roll down the length of her figure and draw Nocte's gaze, over her chest, to the juncture of her hip, to the point where the surface laps at her thighs. "How have we never all been skinny dipping together?"

Kit's body heat retreats when he wades back to deposit Dara's clothes on their beach towel. "Apparently, a kidnapping is what it takes to get Nocte away from the Guard," he calls over his shoulder.

Which isn't fair.

Scoffing, Nocte opts not to dignify that with a response and rolls his eyes at Dara instead. "To be fair, there aren't that many swimming options back on Coruscant, or at least not in the Senate District."

"Have you not been to Zelle's?"

He raises a brow, pointedly. "No?"

"Subterra?" Kit tries. As he rests his hands back on his hips, Nocte grimaces and busies his own fingers with twisting his hair up into a bun, letting the breeze cool the back of his neck.

"Nope."

"What about–"

"Nowhere since Tipoca," he cuts Kit off - not rudely, but he gets a sense that the pair of them could probably name a dozen more spots. When he thinks about it, it makes sense for Nautolans to scope out pools and springs more thoroughly. "Well, we have a lap pool at the gym, but it's not exactly ideal for leisure."

Not that the ocean back home was, but Dara already looks like he kicked her tooka, so he omits that tidbit.

"You've never been skinny dipping, have you?" she asks sadly.

"'fraid not."

Whatever she's about to say gets cut off by Kit abruptly hiking Nocte's shirt up and maneuvering it over his head.

"Hey."

"Hey, yourself," Kit echoes. Thick arms wrap around Nocte's waist as Dara approaches with a smile that radiates mischief.

She takes his face in both hands and kisses him firmly, pressing herself flush against him. Her skin is cool and damp, a stark contrast to the heat of her lips and her tongue swiping into his mouth. With Kit sturdy and unmoving behind him, Nocte can do little more than return Dara's enthusiasm and let them pin him in place.

They've never been shy about their affinity for overwhelming him with affection - trapping him between them, holding him still and then smothering him with words and touches that white out his brain. Privately, he thinks it has something to do with how seamlessly they seem to slot together. Years upon years graced them with synergy that Nocte can't hope to compete with, and he doesn't try. His presence in the equation could be a hiccup or a speed bump or a challenge, but they don't treat him that way. They don't try to force him to fit their dynamic, but they do fold him into it. Physically and otherwise.

Plus, Dara just likes to push his buttons. To see how much he'll take before he starts bucking against the restraints they pose. Her fingers drop to the waistband of his shorts, like she heard his thoughts, as Kit sucks a bruise into the side of his neck, and Nocte has to swallow a whine.

Then, in one swift motion, his shorts drop down around his ankles. Dara beams up at him, all teeth and silent challenge. "This is skinny dipping," she informs him.

Nocte narrowly resists rolling his eyes again and brushes a thumb across her cheek, holding her gently when she leans into his touch. "My life is forever changed," he says, "I see the light, the galaxy suddenly makes sense, and I owe it all to being naked and wet."

Dara snorts and smacks his hand away. "Okay, smartass."

"Hm. You love my smart ass."

"Well, I certainly love your ass. What do you think, darling?" she redirects her attention to Kit, where his face is partially buried in Nocte's hair. "Is he getting the full experience?"

Kit's grip on him tightens, ever so slightly, and alarm bells start to ring.

"I don't think so," he says. His tone is entirely too innocent.

"Don't you dare." Nocte says as he tries to squirm out of his arms, but it’s too late.

In the same instant, Dara steps away and Nocte's world tilts sideways as Kit hauls him up over his shoulder. His jaw-dropping view of the ocean and the sky and Dara, just in general, is replaced by a downward angle over Kit's ass. Usually he wouldn't object to such a vantage point in the slightest, but, well.

The world shifts again, because Kit throws him bodily into the water. So goes his first skinny dip.

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#leocs #others' ocs #clone medic nocte #dara idella #kit fisto #noctitra #oc x canon #oc x oc #leo.writes #polycule #together. and i cannot stress this enough. we can make it canon #ashe joins them on the next kidnapping slash vacation #god i hate formatting on this site #asks answered

[vyutg]

INSCRUTABLE, KIM GYUVIN.

when he goes beyond his usual tricks, you want nothing more than just to be treated delicately and respectfully by him.

content ⊂⊃ bully!gyuvin x female reader, 18+, smut, bullying, toxic dynamics, angst if you squint

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everything started with small acts. pushing you around, having your things taken and hidden away from you, and making fun of your appearance. your general existence was enough to make him do these things to you. his small comments about you became malicious and hurtful to you as time went on. you try to avoid him, really. but for some reason, he seeks you out and always finds a way to mock and taunt you.

he’s completely detached to you in public like you don’t exist to him. he will not even look at you most of the time. if he does, it is always with a cold and distant expression. and it makes you confused, conflicted, and hurt. because even after all the things he puts you through, you can’t deny the rush of excitement you feel whenever you see and think of him. it sometimes gets to a point where you daydream about him being nice to you, talking to you like how he talks to the girls at school. you crave his attention and approval. you know it’s an unhealthy desire, but you fancy kim gyuvin.

you wonder why you feel this way towards him. he’s your bully for fuck’s sake. how could someone who causes you pain give you butterflies?

maybe it’s the way his hands would roam around your body when you two are finally alone, how he whispers sweet nothings to you when you’re being so good to him, or the non sexual things he does to you. like that one time when he offered you his lunch because he’d thought you weren’t eating well, masking the gesture up with him saying, “i need my slut healthy and energized so she doesn’t give me a lame blowjob later.” but he didn’t make you suck him off or even called you later that day. seriously, he really is confusing.

there was a pain feeling when you dropped down to your knees in front of gyuvin. “someone might walk in…” you said in a little voice, worriedly looking around the locker area of the gym.

“they won’t hear and be curious about what’s going on here if you only stop talking.” he sat back on the bench. “just do your thing,” he continued, staring at you with intense eyes.

setting aside your fear of getting caught, you eagerly nodded and pulled his gym shorts down, freeing his throbbing cock. feeling your arousal building up, you bit your lip and admired the way his tip glistened with pre-cum.

you heard him let out a soft moan as you take him in your mouth without hesitation. you could feel him getting harder as you moved your tongue along the underside of his cock, drawing out moans from him. “hnggh… just like that.” you knew you were doing good. well, he had taught you the right way to suck him off.

bobbing your head up and down his cock, you picked up the pace, hand working in rhythm with your head. “oh fuck— such a cock hungry slut.”

the pain on your knees intensified as you took him deeper in your mouth. you tried to ignore the stinging pain, wanting to keep going so you could please him. you couldn’t focus anymore as tears started streaming down your face.

“shit, i said no teeth!” he yanked your hair up, pulling your mouth away from his cock.

“i’m sorry, gyuv! my knees hurt and i couldn’t—“

“get up.”

you hastily complied. “i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean to—“

“just shut the fuck up unless you really want someone to hear you.” he made you face the lockers. “but you’d like that, don’t you?” you lightly shook your head, already feeling the humiliation if someone saw you getting fucked in a place where you shouldn’t be doing such sexual acts.

he pushed you against the cold metal surface and pressed his body against yours, trapping you with his arms. the sense of fear and embarrassment were once again replaced with arousal when you felt his hardness pressing against your back. “do i always have to do the work every time you mess up?” he yanked your skirt up and pulled your panties down in one go, leaving you exposed to him.

you felt his tip on your entrance. “too big, gyuv.. please take it slow…”

“shit… have you been fucking other guys that’s why you don’t ever get used to my size?” with a low growl, he entered you from behind. “hnggh fuck you— how are you so fucking tight?”

you were so full, so full of him. you couldn’t help but let out a loud moan.

he held on your hips tightly as he thrusted into you. “i can’t believe you’re letting me take you here,” he hissed out, harshly pulling your hair as he continued his rapid pace. “good for nothing whore… yeah fuck… can’t even give me a nice head.” the clanging of the lockers echoed through the empty area as you tried to hold back your moans.

each thrust of his hips sent you both closer to the edge. he was fucking you so good. so good that you forgot anyone could walk in and see you like this. you were lost in your own world, too focused on the pleasure he was giving you.

“oh fuck, oh fuck— fucking bitch.” with a few more thrusts, you both reached your climax. he was still cumming inside you as your bodies trembled with pleasure, “fucking take it all.” you stayed in that position for a few moments, catching your breath and letting yourselves relax.

you watched him compose himself as you slowly fell down the floor, still feeling the pain on your knees and the intense pleasure you had just experienced.

“clean yourself up.”

you didn’t answer and just watched him leave.

it was one of the days when gyuvin made you feel like nothing but an object to him. you stared at the ceiling, tears threatening to fall from your eyes again. you couldn’t shake off the feeling of being used, like you were a just a toy to be played with and discarded. your ‘relationship’ with gyuvin had always been like this, so why were you still reacting this way?

it feels like you’re stuck in a never-ending cycle, constantly seeking fulfillment and validation in all the wrong places. it is indeed an unhealthy desire, but kim gyuvin has you in a chokehold that you can’t seem to get out of.

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© vyutg, 2024.

#bully!gyuvin #gyuvin smut #gyuvin hard hours #gyuvin x reader #gyuvin imagines #zb1 smut #zb1 x reader #zb1 imagines #zb1 hard hours #kpop hard hours #kpop hard thoughts

[stickynotestoletters]

may i ask for some poly relationship w larry & sal x male reader hcs?

Ah! Of course! :) Sorry I've been taking so long school is getting to me cause of finals;-;

Warnings: Noncannon compliant (their parents aren't together, no one dies, etc), NSFW (implied teen NSFW otherwise they're out of highschool), no weird cult stuff but they still ghost hunt, more modernish (?) phones and stuff

Sal x Male Reader x Larry hcs

highschool

I think that Sal and Larry would have gotten together before you got there

Like, I say gotten together but the way they started it was literally best friends that were super hornknee and decided to have sex together

They started then developing romantic feelings for each other though

And although the sex dynamic wasn't perfect (refer to my Sal x reader NSFW fic) it was good and they loved each other

It became an on and off thing until they actually worked it out

they talked about it and decided that it was better that they stay friends until they can sort out their own sexual desires and endeavors

Sal didn't even know he could do both as a switch and verse so he wanted to just re-examine his sexual self

And Larry was okay with that

So they decided to date but just without sex for a while

Then you moved to Nockfell their sophomore year

and god were you cool

Sal was the first one to see you in the hallway

It wasn't love at first sight really

He thought you were cool and he wanted to talk to you

Then that same day he told Larry about you during lunch

"I want to talk to him I just don't know how to approach him"

"Oh, well who is it?"

Ngl Larry was kinda jealous about how flustered Sal was getting at the prospect of a new friend but then Sal pointed at you and Larry was like "Oh, okay, I get it."

So Larry just approaches you

It was kinda to tease Sal about how shy he was being

Also kinda because you looked rad as fuck

So Larry approaches you sitting at a table alone

You were actually quite chill

You were happy since no one was approaching you

You guys hit it off and ended up becoming really good friends!

So for the duration of your sophomore year and the summer of your junior year, you guys were really good pals and hung out a lot

Then Larry started developing feelings first

And he was super confused since he knew he still liked Sal, no doubt about it

So he was just super confused and conflicted because he didn’t want to break up with Sal

So during, about the first half, of all of your junior year he kept this to himself and tried to keep himself from feeling for you

Sal on the other hand already accepted his feelings, he realized it later than Larry

And he read yp on what being polygamous meant

So although there was a lot of confusion at first he figured it's no different from people in love triangles

He realizes it a couple weeks after Larry and decides to bring this up to Larry during winter break

The conversation pretty much just went like Sal explaining polyamory to Larry for an hour

They end up deciding to just wait a bit and try to flirt with you individually

you know,

because they don't remember that you don't know they're attracted to you at this point

:)

So basically you think that they're both trying to cheat on each other for the week they're flirting with you

At the end of that week, you tell them to meet you together

And they don't know any better than to meet you

And then you come to them, don't let them explain, and cry because you don't want two of your best friends to cheat on each other like this even though you like them

And then they realize why you're saying this

So although this was not the time they expected to confess to you they told you what they were trying to do

So you just sat there

With these two idiots

and told them "No guys, cause I was literally having a breakdown about losing my two best friends."

And they confess to you

and everything is emotional and raw and you accept

Your guys' dynamic doesn't change because you’re dating now

The only difference is you guys make out together and show lots more pda

although you always bring up what they did when they were trying to give you hints

"We just really wanted to flirt with you okay??? Is it such a crime to want your crush to fall for you???"

"When you guys don't explain you're looking to expand your relationship, yes. Yes, it is Larry."

"He's kind of right babe-"

"SAL-"

Y'all spend a lot of time communicating with each other on stuff like that now

Your senior year goes without any bumps between all of you and you then graduate

College Dynamic

so you and the gang (except Ash, she moves to the city of course) goes and makes a college house

once you all move in together there it's a new routine

You all agreed and talked about the move together and what it would entail

And then you all finally realized how different it was from a monogamous relationship it was

But you all had your learning curves within the relationship

You find out more about their dynamic as a couple

For example, Larry and Sal never liked to fall asleep without you anymore

They had trouble sleeping without you beforehand and the first time you all slept in the same bed together it was just... so... peaceful

They'll spoon and cuddle without you individually (Sal is always the big spoon with Larry)

but they just love falling asleep next to you

They also refuse to do homework without you there

Even if it's just the simplest this they're just gonna need to have you in the room to finish it

Sal likes to make songs about you guys

He records them and edits some but he never lets you two listen to them

"It's just embarrassing if you two were to listen to it. It's like confessing my love for you guys all over again except I can't hide behind the mask."

So until he decides to release his songs online or plays those at gigs he's never going to let you listen to them

Larry likes to paint you guys

His paintings of you before the "disaster confession" were okay, it just looked like he was making a painting of a friend, except for the occasional rose

But now he paints you and draws you two whenever he can

He finds it funny how flustered you and Sal get whenever he makes suggestive paintings or sketches of you two

One time he painted a whole sex portrait of you and Sal together (A 12 by 28 specifically) hung it upright in front of the door to your rooms and didn't tell anyone

So after you and Sal got home that day you were welcomed with Larry lounging on your bed with the giant picture of you fucking Sal next to him

It was definitely beautiful though, even if it's hard to call your nudes beautiful

"Larry Johnson, this painting, as always, masterful. Beautiful craftsmanship but please-" "-we mean this in the most loving way possible Larry-" "-STOP PAINTING OUR NUDES BABE"

He put it away to be hung up in your apartment for when you all move out

Non-College Life

Once you all finish college you guys move into an apartment outside of Nockfell

The minute after you and Sal leave to get food Larry puts up all his private paintings of you guys

It's funny to him

I imagine you guys moving to a really populated city

Somewhere where it's a good place for people wanting to have creative jobs but still close to Nockfell

Maybe not back to New Jersey but probably not as far as New York or LA

you guys do all the cute stuff you never got to in Nockfell together

It's not like the majority of Nockfell was homophobic, mostly just the people who went to the church

But a lot more of them didn't think that polyamory was possible

So now it's easier

It's not like you never experience any polyphobia anymore but it's easier because you're in a more open-minded place

Sal's favorite thing is to go to concerts now

And pride

He also likes coffee house dates too

Larry gets hit on a lot though whenever you guys go out anywhere though

He finds it funny how jealous you both get

Sometimes if he wants Sal to get really mad he'll play along

But most of the time he shuts it down before it begins

Sal gets hit on a lot at concerts the most though

He gets kind of awkward about it, he's not going to edge them on but he gets uncomfortable enough to just not know how to shut them down

Usually, you and Larry will just appear behind him and whisk him away

Larry likes to use it as teasing leverage for a good rough one that night but you usually make sure he's okay with it before Larry does anything

You get hit on the most casually

Here and there but there aren't really specific places

It just sort of happens

You mostly shut them down alone

But occasionally you'll have to go to Sal and Larry if they're persistent

And they'll be mean too

One of the first times you saw Sal and Larry ever legitimately get that mean was when you got hit on in a club and they both just pulled you behind them and absolutely ripped the person a new one

You guys really like to stay at home if you guys have dates though that way everyone feels included

But when you all do go around together it's always specifically for three people you never tell anyone it's a date for dinner reservations, you always make sure you go on rides everyone wants to go on at amusement parks, and hey if worse comes to worst smoking is a group activity (if you have asthma or any other breathing condition Larry makes you edibles if you really wanna do edibles with them)

Starting jobs there are tough and all but you make it off your feet

Sal ends up booking a lot of gigs and Larry's commission request skyrocket when he moves to the city and makes a blog about his art

You all get an apartment with affordable rent and one that allows Gizmo

I hc that Gizmo is an esp but I don't know if that's real

So regardless you'll still be able to have room for him

Sal proposes to both of you

You guys talked about marriage and decided that it would be easier legally to just not get married through a court

So you guys have a friends wedding and Gizmo is the ring bearer

You guys don't get a fancy venue or anything

You guys all just have a city wedding

NSFW

So, the first time you all decide to hook up it's mostly just very communicative rules beforehand

Sal is more comfortable with being fucked than fucking someone else at most times but "It's not like I never want to stick my dick in you two" as he puts it

He also likes background music on most of the time

It's kinda weird if there isn't just a little bit of music

It isn't really bothersome, you guys keep it below 20 at most times

Sal's also super submissive

He liked it rough, make him cry out for you two

A bit of a pillow prince

Especially enjoys being tied up by you two

gags and blindfolds are on the table

Although whenever he does feel up to fucking you and Larry he'll usually end up having you two ride him because he gets to be such a mess with you two unless he's jealous or upset

Usually, when he's upset he's gonna lift you two up and fuck you against the headboard or wherever you two are if he's impatient enough

One time you were chilling with Larry in your bedroom and he was painting over his easel

Sal burst through the door where it slammed back on itself and closed itself

He then tracks his eyes on you

immediately asks you "Can I please fuck you right now"

and as soon as your safe word and consent comes out of your mouth he's holding you down on the bed and fucking into you so hard you can barely breath

Larry doesn't mind it and just continues painting with you moaning and being so pathetic in the background of his music

He kinda finds it funny because before you all got together and he and Larry would angry fuck it never worked out

Sal was just being a brat most of the time because Larry still wouldn't let him fuck him submissively

Speaking of which, Larry's more comfortable with being dominant, he'll bottom but only if he can still be dominant otherwise forget it

Larry's just a rough fucker anyway

He really likes pushing and holding you two up against walls when he fucks you guys

He likes showing off the muscles he got helping his mom with handy work and stuff like that

The first time he did this was to Sal when you were studying in your guy's room

You said you didn't really wanna participate today so they fucked like they would without you

And so they're talking back and forth, teasing each other

and Larry corners him

And just

lifts him up

It looked like he was just lifting a bag of sugar up

Sal seemed weightless as Larry just rocks into him

It was one of the hottest things you'd seen at the time so you joined them

You do that a couple more times but then it just becomes normal and you decide you need to start finishing all those assignments

Larry does that to you one on one as well without Sal but it happens to Sal a lot more spontaneously

Larry though is kinkier than Sal in some respects

He'll try anything at least once "Lisa didn't raise no bitch-"

He's really into breeding and long fucking sessions though

Like, lowkey he has omegaverse fantasies

Not because of the weird stuff just because a lot of the time..... they have breeding written in

He'll never admit to reading any of it but you know he has at least once

Super into dirty talk

And he's really good at it

He also had a praise kink and a degradation kin

He likes degrading you and you telling him thank you and how good he's treating a filthy little brat like you

"What're my filthy little brats good for other than sucking my dick so well. Taking me so well like the dirty little whores you are?"

"Yes sir-" "-we're made for your big cock-" "-thank you for fucking us like this-"

He especially likes breeding you and having Sal suck you off while he does it, he finds your crying cute

And an added bonus is rewarding Sal after for it

You guys talk about long-term consent and all that and decide that it's a good idea, you all trust and love each other so there isn't a problem

lol this kinda went to shit at the end but I still like it enough! Thanks for the Sally Face request I really like this game and the dynamic between a poly reader hc :)

-Laika

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[honghunni]

"I'm going to fucking ruin you today."

San x Bottom male reader

Non Idol oneshot

NSFW SMUT

2794 words

Contains: Slight Impact play | Bondage | Breath play | Unprotected sex | Public sexual activity | Orgasm denial | Dominance and Submission | Wax Play | Hair Pulling | scratching | Light Blood Play |

You woke up to the sound of the front door closing and your boyfriend, San, shuffling around the house. You rolled over and saw the time. 9:30 am. You heard his small giggles get louder as he approached the bedroom. San walked into the room with a box and a boxcutter. "San what are you doing?" You mumbled half awake. He sat at the end of the bed facing away from you and started opening the box, continuing to snicker to himself. Once he opened the box and started playing with what was inside his playful giggling became slightly maniacal. "I was worried this wasn't going to arrive on time."

You sat up and crawled towards San wrapping your arms around his shoulders, still not quite completely awake yet. Your drowsiness subsided a bit when you realised he was holding a small, purple, insertable vibrator.

You pointed at it.

"We have enough of those why did you get another one."

San removed your hands from his shoulders and gently pushed you onto the bed. "This one is different." He began explaining while sitting on top of you. "This one has a wireless remote..... I can control it from anywhere."

"Is there any reason why you wanted this to arrive today?" You asked. "We have a double date lunch with Wooyoung and Seonghwa today." He paused briefly to kiss you. "And I want to see how long you can last before you start begging." He said in an extremely patronizing tone. He jumped up and went to the shower. You didn't know how to react to what just happened. You did all the stuff you typically do while San is showering. As usual, you were ready to shower right when he was finished, he thinks it's a coincidence but you actually timed it because you like seeing him right after he showers.

"Tell me when you're done showering and keep the door unlocked." He said while walking past you back into the bedroom. You did as he said and unsurprisingly, he walked in with the vibrator and a small bottle of lube. He put them both on the bench "Come here." He said while aggressively pulling you toward him. He held you close and kissed you. Without warning, he suddenly slipped one of his fingers into you, it wasn't painful since he had a small amount of lube on his finger but it was slightly uncomfortable since you weren't expecting it. You reflexively moved because of it.

San held you tighter trying to stop you from wriggling. "Stop squirming." He chided. He fingered you slowly and with his other hand, he gently stroked your hair. "I've been a bit bored lately, " He explained. "You've been busy and we haven't had much time to do something fun." He slid his fingers in deeper causing you to gasp a little. He looked at you. "There?" He asked. You nodded and he smiled. Once he thought it was time he picked up the vibrator. "Look at me," San demanded. He slowly inserted the vibrator inside of you, you owned a few vibrators but you could really feel this one because of the way it's curved. It wasn't even turned on yet.

San turned it on and your knees buckled slightly, it caused you to break eye contact with him. San forcefully grabbed your face and pulled your head up.

"Look. At. Me." He growled and then smiled. "This is only the mid setting." He laughed. "I am going to fucking ruin you today."

He grabbed your hand. "Don't forget this is the non-verbal safe word." He said while drawing a circle and then an X on your palm with his finger.

He turned it off but not before briefly turning it to the highest setting just to fuck with you. He put the remote in his pocket.

You took a moment to both recover and mentally prepare for what San was going to do to you. You continued to get ready for the day.

You and San both arrived at a small strip mall cafe and sat down at a table. You weren't waiting long before you heard Wooyoung's distinctive shrilly chatting down the street. "Hiiii San," Wooyoung said loudly. "Hi y/n." Seonghwa leaned down to San and spoke in a hushed tone. "I will be back in a minute he hasn't shut up the whole way here and I need a break from him."

Wooyoung sat down and scanned the menu that was taped to the table.

"How have you been," San asked him. "I've been well for the most part," He replied while tapping his feet. "Seonghwa hasn't been home much recently though."

"Oh, why is that?" You interjected.

Wooyoung draped over the table. "He says he has to work overtime."

"Woo get up please we can't see the menu," San said.

"Sorry." He sat back up. While choosing what you wanted to eat you felt San gently hold your hand and saw him put his other hand in his pocket and then shortly after you felt the vibrator turn on which caused you to grip his hand, he gripped back. Seonghwa returned.

"I'll go in and order just tell me what you want. I come here a lot with my coworkers so I have the menu memorised." Said Seonghwa.

Wooyoung and San both told Seonghwa what they wanted and then it was your turn. As soon as you started telling him what you wanted, San turned the vibrator up a bit higher, making it slightly difficult to get your words out. After you told him what you wanted, he looked over to San skeptically and went inside to order. San turned the vibrator back down, though this made it easier to talk and function you also wanted him to turn it up again.

Seonghwa came back with some drinks, sat down and placed a small black object on the table. "They will be 5 minutes." He announced.

"What is that for?" You pointed at the black square on the table that Seonghwa brought with him from inside. "That's a coaster pager it vibrates and beeps when our food is ready." He explained.

"Ah, that's kinda c-..." You couldn't finish your sentence since San had suddenly turned the vibrator up quite high. "Are you okay?" Wooyoung asked concerned.

Seonghwa appeared to be quietly giggling to himself.

You tried your best to engage in conversation with everyone without making it obvious what San was doing to you. The small pager on the table went off and the moment it did San turned the vibe up very high. He had timed it so that it would mask the sound. All you could do it lay your head on the table and focus on not moaning. "Sit up, Seonghwa won't be able to put the food on the table otherwise."

You pulled yourself off the table and San quickly whispered in your ear.

"You're not allowed to cum if you do I'll make sure you can't walk for a week."

Seonghwa placed the food you all ordered on the table and Wooyoung immediately started eating. He placed his arm around Wooyoung's shoulder and also started eating while talking about.......what are we talking about? All you can think about is your boyfriend and trying not to cum. "Are you going to eat?" You heard Seonghwa ask you. Your brain started somewhat functioning again. "Yeah I- I was just distracted by something."

Seonghwa smiled to himself. "Yeah, I know you are." He looked directly at San. "Text me where you got it from." You choked on your food, realising that he knew exactly what was going on. "Get what from? Is he okay? What is going on?" Wooyoung questioned. "Don't worry about it, just don't blame me for what's going to happen to you in about 2 weeks." San giggled. Wooyoung was still very confused. You began trying to eat your food when suddenly San placed his hand on your thigh, you realised then how much your leg was shaking. He pressed down a squeezed your leg trying to stop you from shaking so much.

You continued chatting and eating and reached for your drink.

San turned up the vibrator to the highest setting causing you to spill the drink on yourself, you didn't have time to react to that however as you realised you had failed to stop yourself from cumming. At least the water all over your pants hid any evidence. You grabbed San's hand and drew a circle and an X on his palm with your finger, signalling for him to stop. He turned it off. Wooyoung went to help you but Seonghwa stopped him. He and San both looked at each other. "I assume you're leaving early." Laughed Seonghwa. San helped you up. "Yeah." San moved your plate toward Wooyoung. "You can eat the rest." Wooyoung leaned back in his chair. "I'm so lost...." He said.

You and San both left and walked into a single stall bathroom together. "Did you cum?" He asked while helping you clean up. "Yes." You answered. "Pathetic." He jeered. You removed the vibrator and put it in your pocket before leaving.

You got home and San threw you on the bed wasting absolutely no time and attacking you with kisses. You felt him grinding against you.  You kind of found it cute how easily and quickly he got hard. He stopped and walked over to a box where you kept all your toys and laid out everything he was going to use and then took off his shirt.

He positioned himself on top of you, grabbed your hands and placed them on his chest. "This is the only chance you get to touch me before I tie you up." You dragged your hands down his body and then sat up and pulled him towards you. He hugged you. You took the opportunity to mess with him a little bit, after all he put you through today (and what he was about to put you through) you wanted a bit of revenge.

There was one place that made San weak. You licked up from the base of his neck to his ear and his nails dug into your back. He let out a small moan. You bit down gently on his ear and you felt his entire body relax. "Fuck you." You heard him say quietly and slightly angrily. He pushed you down and firmly held down your wrists. He abruptly grabbed your neck and squeezed hard. "You didn't think you would actually get away with that, did you? Especially not after you're already in trouble for cumming without permission." He kissed you deeply which only made it harder to breathe. He stopped choking you and started kissing your neck while unbuttoning your shirt.

He took a ribbon and tied your hands together and then tied the rest of the ribbon to the bed. He began kissing down your body, biting occasionally. He took a red candle. "I think this is the one that burns the most." He said while lighting it. San held the candle over you and you watched the wax slowly melt, when it hit your skin the pain was sharp and sudden, the wax cooled quite quickly so the burning didn't last long, however, there was a lasting subtle feeling of heat and sensitivity. You flinched each time it dripped onto you which San clearly enjoyed. Eventually, he had covered most of your torso with hot wax.

San then held the candle over his neck and let it drip onto his skin, he winced but evidently liked the feeling of it. He let it drip a few more times before blowing the candle out. He peeled the pieces of wax off of you as well as the few drips on his neck revealing small red burn marks. He took the time to kiss the burn marks which was slightly painful. San took off your pants as well as his and flipped you over, he hit and aggressively grabbed your ass. "I saw this recently so I'm going to see if it has the same effect on you." You looked back at him. "What is it?" You asked. San lubed up a very small corded bullet vibrator and inserted it as far into you as he could.

He then slowly eased himself into you,

you had never had someone fuck you with a vibrator inside you at the same time. San held your head down. "I'm only going slow right now because I feel generous." He said. Because of the vibrator it felt like he was going much deeper than he actually was. He smacked the back of your thigh hard which made you yelp.

"Does that hurt?" San asked.

"Yes." You answered.

"Good." He said while hitting you again. He pulled your hair, forcing your head back.

You could feel his other hand tightly gripping your waist, you could feel him pull your hair harder after every few thrusts. He let go of your hair and pulled out to remove the vibrator. "I can't be too rough with the vibrator or it might get lost," San said while turning you over again to lay on your back. He untied the ribbon that was restraining you giving you a short break before changing to 2 ropes. He tied your wrists to opposite sides of the bed having your arms effectively stuck to the mattress. San leaned over you and cupped your face with his hands.

"You're so cute." He said gently while sliding his hands down your face and neck. When his fingers reached your chest he dragged his nails down your torso, his nails caught on the burn marks from the candle and it felt as if he was dripping wax on you again. You inhaled sharply because of the pain and as you did San suddenly slammed into you. He grabbed your leg and put it over his shoulder which helped him get a better angle. He placed his hand on your neck tightly. You could hear his breath begin to become shakey, he put more of his weight onto your neck.

"You're not allowed to cum you have already cum once today." He let go of your neck and put two of his fingers in your mouth, impulsively you bit down a little. San pushed down forcing your mouth open.

"No biting." You had to grip the bed because of how rough he was being with you, even though you were tied down it felt as if you didn't hold on you would fall off. He suddenly stopped. "You're bleeding, should we stop?" You realised the rope had rubbed and cut into your wrists as well as bleeding from San going a bit too hard. You looked up at San.

"I don't think it's an issue." You said.

He untied you and lifted your wrist up to his mouth. Still fucking you, but less aggressively, he licked the small amount of blood off you. He immediately leaned in and kissed you, going back to the fast pace he was going at earlier.

The taste was metallic. He tangled one of his hands into your hair, his other arm around your waist. You could feel his sweat dripping onto you, the heat from his body slightly re agitated the burn marks. San pulled his face away from yours and buried his face in your neck, his grip tightened and you could feel his body shudder.

You put your arms around him and he stopped and you felt him relax, practically melting into you.

"Did you-" before you could finish your sentence San interrupted.

"We've had sex how many times and you still can't tell when I've cum?" He said breathlessly. He jumped up. "I should have known you would bleed I should have used a towel. Does it hurt?"

You shook your head. "Nothing really hurts more than usual."

San went and got a towel and a few other things to take care of you. After you had both cleaned everything and put on clothes San sat on top of as he often likes to do. He gently lifted your shirt.

"What now? Are you still not satisfied?"

"I'm not doing anything like that," San replied.

He placed his thumb on a part of your stomach and you felt a sort of cold sensation.

"I'm treating your burn marks." He attentively treated every small little wax burn on your body, you slowly started to drift off to sleep due to how exhausted he had made you. Before you fell complete asleep you felt San lean into you close to your ear. He whispered.

"I love you."

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Shane is an executive producer at BuzzFeed and Ryan is his intern. It's not love at first sight for the boys, but will they finally see eye to eye when they realize they have more in common than they thought? Shane is an introvert who finds it hard to let people in, and Ryan is a cute loving boy who just wants to figure the guy out. 

Just Out of Reach |  formosus_iniquis  

A variation on the "I asked for your help getting a book off the top shelf and and you laughed at my taste and called me a nerd so I shoved you into a table of nonfiction best-sellers and that’s how we both got banned from the quirky community bookstore" prompt 

keep you like an oath |  spoopyy

"I'm in love with you," Ryan says, desperate."No, you're in love with the views."

kiss me like you mean it |  rocketshiptospace

“Hi,” Tall man says, taking in the sight in front of him. “I’m sorry, I heard banging and yelling and I just, are you okay?”

“No. Yes. Maybe,” Ryan says, slowly standing back up on two legs again. “My door won’t open.” He eventually ads, when him and Tall man have just stared at each other for a few seconds.

“That’s unfortunate,” Tall man says, smiling at him. He has a really nice smile. “But it happens. It’s an old building, you know. Doors get stuck sometime. Here, let me try,” He steps past Ryan, and places his hand on the door handle. The door swings open like it’s nothing.

or, Ryan's apartment building plays matchmaker.

*Muscles Better and Nerves More |  beethechange

A certain meddling Voodoo Queen of New Orleans thinks Ryan and Shane need some new perspective on life. After an inadvisable ritual deposits Ryan in Shane’s body, and Shane in Ryan’s, the ghoulboys pursue some soul-searching and self-discovery to put things right. Sometimes in a sexy way. 

the calm before crescendo |  abovetheruins

Alternate title: 5 times Shane Madej was flustered by Ryan Bergara, and 1 time he finally did something about it. 

*The Desk Fic |  SincerelyLeah

Shane was having a shitty Monday morning and it was all because of one person, Ryan Bergara. But, by now he should know that endless teasing gets Shane more than riled up. 

Things That Go Bump in the Night (and 7 till 12 at weekends) |   HoopyFrood

Shane works at a Haunted House. Ryan is Ryan. Things go about as well as you'd imagine. 

Tranquility Base |  sessrumnir

After their successful Sims series, Kelsey has a different video proposal for the boys. This time, they're testing how fast gossip travels in the office. But Ryan doesn't expect their relationship to change so fast because of it. 

*wasted on you |  cursingcursive (queenradi)

there's a reason shane loves when ryan wears his clothes. 

Weird |  Helsabot

One night, the stack of pillows between them becomes one stack too many. “Let me— let me hit you with a thought. A theory.” “A postulation?” “Sure. Let me postulate at you.” “Postulate away, baby.”

You Make Me Glow |  sohapppily

Whenever they were on their ghoul excursions, Shane always had a snarky comment on the tip of his tongue and a twisted smirk to shoot at Ryan’s terror. He was mostly the same way in their unrecorded life, but they played up the banter for the sake of The Boys. Although it was a welcome respite for Ryan, seeing Shane in these settings with nothing but sleep on his features never failed to be a bit jarring.

Ryan couldn’t look away.

lightning in a bottle |  LexTheMoose

Love is slow-dancing on the balcony of a house party at 11 PM. 

meet me halfway |  poetdameron

In a world where everything changed over the night, Ryan and Shane's minds connect miles away, making Shane the man of Ryan's dreams. Literally. 

Batch 2

*And they were roommates (oh my god they were roommates) |  Squeakyshroom

All my notes said on this one was “this is pure sex jesus”

2:10 to Wellton |  quackers

and i'm puffing my chest, getting red in the face |  pissedofsandwich

Bed-warm Hands and the Ghost of Elvis |   MiraclesofPaul

*BFFS Get Married For A Week - Ryan and Shane |  aspookycryptidsock

distorted truths |  hwsinbs

*Everything's Weird and We're Always in Danger |   beethechange

hammer me to the cross of my despair |   heartchains

I Think the Ghost Likes You |   cactsu

*I’ve Kissed You Before, but I Didn’t Do It Right (Can I Try Again) |   beethechange

if i should fall |  abovetheruins

*Just The Facts |   millyvanilly (miloisnothere)

*Out of Control with Ryan |  beethechange

*Pushing All Your Buttons |  beethechange

satisfaction brought it back |  ElasticElla

Short Stack |  Anonymous

*Thank you, Satan |  Squeakyshroom

The Chain |  Lafayette1777

Rough water |  heyghouls

Batch 3

The Thrilling Gardner Museum Heist |  orphan_account

One in Five Billion |  punk_rock_yuppie

a short history of almost something |  cooliohoolio

*A Suspicion of Feelings |  beethechange

I Will Be the Sun, I Will Wake You Up |  sohapppily

*ready if it happens with you |  sarcasticfishes

*The Denial Twist |  beethechange

The Bizarre Road Trip Of A Missing Family |  icantwritegood

Beautiful Crime |  orphan_account

The Odd Death of Michelle Von Emster |  icantwritegood

won't you ride on my fast machine? |  ElasticElla 

Batch 4

*Breathe |  quackers

*The Hunger |  poetdameron

Black Sun |  quackers

contrapposto |  spoopyy

(Let me tell you that I never liked major character death but I accidentally read this one without reading the warning and YOO I am a fan of major character death now. This was beautifully written!)

darling it's a faded notion |  varnes

(This was the very first shyan fic I’ve read and still one of the best one’s)

*Full-Court Press |  beethechange

(I remember this one oh my god this has jersey kink in it and I didn’t even know what it means until I read this and it awaken something in me. This writer I swear to god. They could write Ryan and Shane fucking in a hot dog costume on top of the mountains and I’d still be into it.)

*Ryan Number One |  quackers

(THIS has everything I want and didn’t know I needed. This is hot this is sexy. Five star porn right here.)

theft by finding |  varnes 

*Wicked Game |  quackers

(This is my favorite. This ruined me in so many ways and I got so affected and shaken up that I can’t draw anything for months. I have been to so many fandoms and read hundreds of fics but nothing has fucked me up like this. I have to switch to a different fandom because I am having the longest art block ever because I keep thinking about this fic. I am not exaggerating I swear if you see my previous posts there’s quite a gap in my shyan art. And I am saying this in the highest of compliment, this fic changed my life.)

*Translucent |  poetdameron 

*Begin the Begin, Over and Over |  beethechange 

*Let the Sunshine Burn Your Eyes |  YogurtTime 

*Look How Long They Are |  drunkkenobi

*The Disturbing Mystery of the Jamison Family |  icantwritegood

(This one’s fun! I fucking love this one! Lot’s of angry sex. The banter! The banter holy shit hmm!! I don’t want to spoil anymore. It’s dark but it’s funny it’s also hot and sad. This writer loooves angst.)

*Collide |  needywitch 

* - has porn

This got way longer than I thought and I couldn’t even put the summary in some of them but all of these are worth the read. This fandom has so much talented writers that my small monkey brain went fucking bananas on the list. 

#rousponse #shyan fic rec #Anon must be expecting 5-10 fics because it's such a light-hearted ask

[writefightandflightclub]

Violent delights (Chapter four)

Summary: First Order!Poe x reader series (ongoing). Chapters 1-3 available here. Taglist open.

Author’s note: Chapter 3 was smutty. Have we all recovered? This is significantly less smutty, but stick around. You have my assurance that things will heat up again in future chapters. Also, if you’ve ever wondered what the Morning After the Night Before with FO!Poe might be like? You’re about to find out. As ever, reblogs appreciated, comments and asks very welcome. I LOVE to hear what you think (what is the point without you?)!

Warnings: (18+ only) restraint / imprisonment (canon-typical), language, sexual references, choking (con and non-con), torture references, drugging references, bondage references. Um, being stepped on (idk). Let me know if I missed any. 

Taglist: @aussiefangirlwolfy @localashe @fictionalcharactersownme @a-somehow-functioning-dumbass @itsamedeemoney (let me know if I missed you or you’d like to be added). @tintinwrites I’m taking the liberty of tagging you - hope that’s ok?

The Commander lures you from your slumber with the soft press of a kiss on your mouth, the seductive skim of his tongue along your bottom lip. His scent ensnares you; that undertone of caustic, First Order soap masked by his potent, rousing musk. Stirring, you hum as -impossibly gentle- he ghosts his lips along your cheek, your jaw, mouths at your pulse point. “Time to go, sweetheart.” he coaxes, his balmy breath trailing to the shell of your ear. And then you can practically hear the shark smile, the glisten of teeth as he whispers: “Hux is waiting for you.” His words are soft-spoken, but with the precision of his threat they become as intrusive as an alarm resounding in your head.

It is quite the wake-up call.

You inhale sharply, instantly alert, but before you can react he yanks your hands, your bound hands, wresting you violently from the bed. He jolts you forwards and your knees collide harshly with the hard floor, your continuing momentum throwing you down on to your elbows. You are immobile for a moment, hissing-in air, until the jarring pain in your joints abates. And then, in an instant, he is looming over you, pressing his polished, heavy-tread boot down on to the side of your face.

It is quite the Morning After.

“G’ morning to you too, darling,” you simmer as your face crushes against the cold, unyielding floor, your ass sticking up into the air.

“Are you going to behave yourself?” he asks, curtly, as his boot pushes down more insistently, forcing your jaw slack, a trail of drool beginning to course down on to the cool tiles. You treat it as a temporary moment of respite, a chance to haul in a deep, centering breath. To observe that he’s redressed you in your sullied Resistance clothes, boots and all. You brace against the stun-cuffs at your wrists, against his foot; testing your restraints, testing him. You find no hint of weakness. “Are you?” he snarls.

You make a reluctant noise of compliance, the mention of Hux still causing blood to pulse rhythmically in your ears like a muted siren.

“Good. Get up.” he orders, unpinning you, and you clamber to your feet, scouring the commander’s face for any whisper of feeling; any hint at all of internal conflict which might indicate he would think twice before handing you over. You draw a blank. The siren in your head does not relent.

“I’m getting the hint that you don’t want me to stay for breakfast, Dameron. How about you call me a TIE and I’ll be on my way?”

That fucking crescent smile. A bat of his eyes. “Come on, rebel. What did you expect?”

He’s right. Surely you knew it would come to this? And yet you still srutinize his overcast, sunless eyes as if he might be your lighthouse. As if he might guide you through the rolling sea of panic. As if his eyes -alight with that gunmetal glint- could call you home across unforgiving seas. But his expression meets you and it’s bleak; detached. He’s not your light. Once again he’s the dark side of the storm that will spell your desolation. Your stomach flips as if you are being subsumed by a crashing wave.

He’s in control. You submitted. You remember submitting vividly. Your core clenches around that memory.

“You didn’t think I would keep you safe much longer, did you?” he questions. 

“Safe?” you scoff.

“Have I hurt you?” he asks pithily, managing to sound affronted.

Where do you begin? Drugged, slapped, fucked, cut. “You know you-”

He interrupts, rephrasing his question, eyes fervid. “Have I hurt you in ways you didn’t like?”

No. No, you admit. Not yet.

But the General will.

Somewhere through the haze of panic, the trauma of being torn so harshly from sleep, the memories of the night before which cavort in and out of your head, your self-preservation instincts finally begin to kick-in. You cling to this newfound lifeline, cycling through your options, systematically.

Seduce, bargain, blackmail, beg, fight. And he must sense that you land on “fight” as your body coils itself like a snake preparing to strike.

He raises a finger.

“Ah-ah.” he warns, imperiously. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Don’t you want to find out where Hux is keeping Barret? Aren’t you burning to know?”

A final option. Comply.

Bile rises up in your throat. Barret. You avert your eyes from the commander as your face burns in an admission of guilt. You haven’t thought about Barret once. You were too preoccupied getting the fuck of your life from the First Order commander who drugged him. Who drugged you. Your breath seethes in and out of you, but -in truth- you’re only angry at yourself. 

“He might be a little worse for wear,” Dameron continues, unmoved, “you know, from the torture... but he’s alive, for now. And I hear he’s really worried about you.” His tone is purposely flippant, his wolf eyes hooded, goading.

You feel sick. Ashamed. But you jut your chin at him, as defiant as possible in the face of resignation. “Take me to Hux. I’m not going to beg.”

The commander leers fiendishly, knowingly, knives hidden in his smile. “You only beg for my cock then? Not for your friends’ lives?” 

There’s nothing but truth in his razor-sharp words, and he can see that they cut you. You could muster something in retort, you could attempt to fight or rage, but it would be futile; it wouldn’t change how much of a monster you apparently are, would it? Maybe pain, a slow end, is as much as you deserve.

“Don’t get me wrong, sweetheart,” he sings, his buoyant tone contrary to everything you are feeling. “I’m all for the begging. I like my needy little toy.” The pad of his thumb rises to your lips, brushing each in turn. Predictably, even this wretched morsel of touch evokes a dark desire in you. How is he so capable of overriding all your better instincts? Flooding you with it. 

Yes, you could say something, try and retort, but instead you just look at him, dragging your eyes over his lips, his hair, his uniform, his body, his crotch. Until his nostrils flare. Until he begins to squirm under your intense study. Until -you imagine- the blood pulses to his length. You swear, somehow, that you can almost feel the throb of lust in his body.

And then, you give him a tight-lipped, knowing smile. A self-satisfied quirk of your eyebrow. “I’m the needy one?”

Neither of you are locked in this tryst alone. Both dragged down by it. Perhaps... perhaps you shouldn’t castigate him for this. Perhaps he simply stirred the beast which had been in you all along. That’s it. You could hardly blame him for tipping you into darkness -could you- if you had already come so close to the edge by your own volition?

A long breath seethes out of him, and he wrings those damn leather gloves. His eyes darken. “Get to the refresher, now, scum.” he says coolly, no doubt reasserting his authority. You side-eye him, huff a breath out. It’s not as though you could forget that you’re presently at his mercy. If he has any.

So, you oblige. You let him lean you up against the counter, hands positioning your hips. You let him spread your thighs astride him so he can nestle there. Your bound hands pinned uselessly between your warm bodies. You let his hand still your head as he washes your face with a damp cloth, his jaw set. You let him gently fix your hair. You feel awash with unease. Despite this closeness his touch feels... ceremonial. Like he’s preparing you for a ritual slaughter; preening you as a pretty prize for the General. You suppose he enjoys the power play of being the one to get you ready. After all, why would he allow you even a scrap of control? He decided when you woke, how you woke. He’s decided everything which has happened since. It’s meant to be destablising, you understand. Well, it’s working. You feel a distinct lack of stablity.

You grimace as, next, he coats a toothbrush with paste and holds it out to your lips. You look at him questioningly, mildly humiliated. And then he’s saying “open”, voice laced with honey, looking right at you from beneath his lashes, his eyes like tractor beams. You despise yourself for the fact it turns you on as he controls your jaw with his hand in order to work the toothbrush over your pearly teeth. Seriously? Even this? He commands you “spit”. He says something about if you had more time he would make you open your pretty mouth and have you swallow instead.

Then, he caresses you with a single, gloved finger. He runs it deliberately along your jaw, his touch like a fuse line running along your skin, possessing the power to combust you. And with him here, between your thighs like this, all you can think about is last night. Him writhing on you, hot and animal. You remember how you opened eagerly for him and welcomed him in, his length gliding into you thick and urgent. All you can think about is how you want him again. You become lost in your body, in the echo of his brutal thrusts.

“Oh. One more thing.” his teeth flash white as he takes his aftershave in one hand, clasping your bound limbs in the other. He spritzes his scent on to each of your pulse points in turn. So that you smell like him. Then, his hand travels up your neck, and he squeezes. Lightly. Ardently. His thumb traverses circles on the fading bite marks he trailled down to your collarbone. He hums in satisfaction as you mewl for him, unconsciously offering your throat to him like dazed prey. He swallows thickly, settling his firm gaze on you. He shakes you, to be sure you listen. “When he touches you like this, don’t forget who you belong to.”

You avert your eyes from him, from your captor. Your lover. The gesture, his words, trailing a slow, liquid heat all the way down to your core.

“So needy, sweetling,” he confirms, with relish, slapping you lightly on the cheek with his open palm.

Seduce, bargain, blackmail, seduce, beg, fight, comply, seduce. You cycle through your options again.

He removes himself from the junction of your thighs, seemingly unaffected. It leaves you lacking. He turns, somehow composed, and sweeps towards the main room, where you intuitively know you’re expected to follow. “Ready to meet the General?” he throws casually back to you.

A final option. Panic.

You stall there momentarily, still reeling from him, from everything. But as you gather yourself you notice the shaving blade, glinting on the counter; your true lighthouse in the storm.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” you respond, surreptitiously pocketing the blade and catching-up to him.

He gives you a sly once-over. “Not afraid to meet Hux?”

You shrug, almost light-heartedly, but your words drip with vitriol. “From one First Order dick to another.”

You are shocked as his face splits into a fleeting, perfect smile. It lingers in his eyes even as he clips a chain to your stun cuffs, so that he might easily lead you. Then he gives it a tug -his eyes finally lit, dancing- as if he’s thinking about how else he might make use of you all bound like this. “You know, if you weren’t scum I feel like we could be good together, baby.”

Absurd, isn’t it? He’s about to march you off toward probable death. But suddenly you’re smiling back. “Maybe if you gave up the Order.” you look him up and down, eyes roving aprovingly over his tamed curls, across those pressed lapels at the expanse of his chest, down to those polished, unforgiving boots.

“Let me guess. You want me to keep the uniform.”

He bites his lip, teeth snagging on the plump flesh, and you wonder if you might jump him then and there. Instead, you share an evanescent moment of affinity, an intimation of your weakness for one another. A moment where you both perhaps wonder, what if? What if? 

Then, he wrests you from the room, marching you down the long, sparse corridor of the First Order ship. He leads you along by the chain and you follow almost gladly in his wake, the wake of his storm. As you follow, you are positively enthralled by his raven curls, his measured, majestic stride in motion. You recall the first time you saw him stalk down that street, dark and devastating, weaving almost gleefully through the choas and bloodshed. Arresting. Formidable. For some inexplicable reason the memory warms you, perverse as that is. Look at how far you’ve come.

As he leads you, you hardly register the contemptuous looks of the others you pass, as they realise precisely who and what you are. What you do notice is the way the crowd part for him, the reverant fear and respect he inspires. And that makes you glow with the most peculiar pride. He -this powerful man- had craved you, caved for you, taken you, said you belong to him. Not only that, but he had welcomed your imperfect darkness, tasted it, caressed it, drank from it. It disturbs you to think you have never felt more seen.

It already feels too soon, when your journey is complete. If only you had more time. You arrive at a metal door, and the commander swiftly dismisses the Stormtroopers standing guard. They turn on their heels and when the corridor is clear and quiet, he stands outside with you for a moment, toe-to-toe, his hands tugging yours taut towards him. If an onlooker didn’t know better, they might say you were exchanging vows, the scene practically matrimonial.

He stares deeply, uncomfortably into your eyes. “So about last night, sweetling.” he starts.

No, you’re not letting him do that. Not now. “No,” you protest firmly.

The commander looks at you curiously. Amused. “Oh, so you do have some limits, after all?”

“Take the cuffs off me.” Your request is plain, his compliance improbable, but you can’t help blurt it out as you face the reality of meeting the General. The General you know wants you dead. Or worse.

“Honey...” He leans in close to you, excrutiatingly close, diverting his lips to the shell of your ear. “I’ll take the cuffs off you when you’ve been good.” He lingers there, reaching one hand down into your pocket, reclaiming his shaving blade. “And you’ve been very, very bad.” You practically whimper, from his proximity, from the rasp of his hot breath on your cheek, from the fact you are now all alone without any lifeline at all. He leans back from you slightly, rocking his weight on to his heels and smoothly concealing the blade in his own breast pocket. You wish you could wipe that maddening smirk off his face. 

“Hey, come on.” he says soothingly, reaching out to stroke your cheek. For the first time, probably long overdue, you flinch away from his touch. “Listen. Whatever happens next, just go with it. It might even be fun.” He gives you a surreal wink, the briefest flash of white teeth. Then, he presses a sudden, crushing, closed-lips kiss on to your mouth, just before the door slides open. It is almost as if he has wed you in the archway of a First Order corridor, claimed your allegience. But you remember with clarity that he’s made you no promises. No vows.

You turn, to see an open, bare, and expansive room, Hux stood in the centre, facing away from you. Arms clasped behind his back.

You are spiralling, into an abyss. Into a place that’s hopeless, and the only thing you find to cling on to is this thrum in your veins, this oscillating darkness. You let it embrace you. Baptise you. Calm you. A deep, centering force. It allows you to draw just enough power to smooth your face, dull your panic. To stand taller as if a taut rope is coiled like a corset at your stomach. You submit -you’re getting so good at that- and you feel the darkness bind you and hitch you up in its beatific bondage.

Bolstered, you suddenly you have the nerve to venture into the space, your voice surprisingly loud, impassive, even before Hux has turned to you.

You want to be majestic. Fearless. Ruthless. Like him. You will be.

“How long have you been standing like that for effect, Hugs? Ten minutes, twenty minutes? Did you try out a few different poses?”

He turns, his face already scrunched-up in distaste as if he’s sucked on bitter fruit. He’s already so unlike Dameron, you realise. In fact, you’re not sure how he dare call himself superior to your sweet, forbidden fruit, at all. Out of the corner of your eye, you even catch Dameron looking at him with disdain.

Nevertheless, Hux stalks towards you as if he owns the room. In your periphery, you see the commander circle to the side of you; to get a better view of the proceedings, you suppose. Hux attempts to tower over you, looks down his nose at you. This close, he smells astringent. Still that caustic, First Order soap, but without any of the warming, tantalizing musk. He cycles through all the classic intimidation tatics. But it’s not working, you realise. You’re not scared of him. You see through him. He’s lost. Desperate too; to prove himself.

As soon as the General sucks in a breath to speak you get in there first. “I’m ready to roll my eyes, so let me know as soon as you’ve finally landed on a comeback.” you snark.

He exhales slowly, already looking mildly perturbed.

“This is one of the problems with the Resistance.” he says to no-one in particular, beginning to circle you, his hands clasped behind his back. His beady eyes fix on you from beneath the brim of his hat.

“Oh, Hugs. The circling. Do they teach this in villain school? It’s making me dizzy.”

Hux only smiles thinly, tiredly. “Commander Dameron, perhaps you’d like to formally introduce our guest to her stun cuffs?” Hux’s eyes tic towards the commander, who -you think- finds himself having to quickly scrub all trace of amusement from his face. 

He meets your eyes, just for an instant. “Clicker’s broken, General.”

“What do you mean the clicker’s broken?” Hux spits, voice already trembling with rage. Whether his rage is for you, or for Dameron, you’re not quite sure.

“Clicker’s broken. Very unfortunate.” He purses his full lips, his handsome face pinched into business mode.

Hux seethes, his hand flailing out towards your throat. You eyeball Dameron as he chokes you, and you swear you see his tongue flick out over his lips. But Hux’s grip is crushing, actually suffocating. The tightness in your chest becomes like fire. You begin to see spots.

“With respect, General,” Dameron interjects, “you might want to skip ahead to the next part?”

Hux sneers, as if he doesn’t very much appreciate the commander telling him what to do. Still, he drops you, and you collapse to your knees, coughing and heaving the air back into your lungs, spluttering on the floor at the General’s feet, as if prostrating yourself for forgiveness. Oh, now you are pissed off. You don’t kneel for this man. This whiny, cruel, snivelling wretch. How dare he touch you. As your anger intensifies, you feel that dark force vibrating under your skin once again. You summon more of it. Gather it deep inside until you think you can even hear the drone of it in your blood, in the marrow of your bones.

Hux is not the most powerful one in the room. Not by far. Hux should be afraid of you.

You recover, implausibly quickly. You stand. You bring yourself face-to-face with the General. You brace yourself for whatever he is about to subject you to next, at Dameron’s behest. But there’s no way you could see what Hux says next coming.

“Whilst it is more than apparent that you have some residual... insolence to be drilled out of you,“ he starts to address you, uncomfortably, “be assured we can take care of that. We can teach you the proper way to behave, if you’re willing to learn, to be disciplined. All the same, it is my pleasure to welcome you to the First Order, Commander.”

What in the.... All you can do is look on. As if you are floating above your own body.

“Commander Dameron tells me we have a new recruit. That you were swift to betray your band of rebels,” Hux continues. “So, tell me. Are you ready to fall to your knees and renounce the Resistance?”

You had imagined the most fantastical tortures and mindfucks that the commander might concoct for you, but, well-played Dameron; you certainly didn’t see that coming.

It looks very much like you need a new list of options.

“So,” the general prods, “will you pledge your allegience?”

Before you answer, you bite your lips to stifle a laugh of disbelief. But really, it’s quite simple. You know exactly what to do.

You turn towards the commander.

“Dameron, honey?”

He looks at you, his eyes practically glowing, and then in unison you both tilt your heads towards Hux, enjoying his obvious confusion as his eyes flit between you. 

Hux gulps.

You can no longer hold back your own resplendent shark smile as you hold you hand out to your commander. “Give me the blade, darling?”

Maybe this would be fun, after all.

Violent, yes; but delightful.

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[bexterbex]

Masking the Heart | Ch. 7

A new galactic war was forming, and your star system needed to create an alliance. Your father, the king, made a deal with the First Order in a promise of protection for guaranteed trade. You are arranged to marry the Commander Kylo Ren, apprentice of the Supreme Leader. A man who is hidden behind his mask. Will your husband show you his heart? Or will it be forever hidden behind a mask?

No tag lists | Masterlist

*Note: The author of this work does not condone arranged marriage practices, domestic abuse, or non-con sexual encounters, this work is for fictional uses only.*

Chapter 7

And in that moment you stayed. His hand slid down your back, coming to rest above your hip bone. And whether or not he realized it, you could feel his middle finger lazily drawing a small minute circle over and over again. As your hands rested against his chest, you tried to control your fingers from twitching. Not trying to put him off. Not trying to ruin the moment.

You felt his hand drift south, under your ass and his fingers dancing along your heat. Your breath hitched, your body seemed to purr against his touch. His hands moved to then brace themselves on either side of your pelvis. You felt him move you to fully lay on him, chest to chest. His pelvis rolled upward into yours, wanting more of what he had before, his cock hardening at the friction.

You brought your hands up to his helmet, grasping at the sides and leaning up to kiss his mouthpiece. Deeply engaging in a kiss that no lips respond to. Your legs straddled his hips, lazily humping his lap. This stimulation seemed to please him as he moaned out. His hands left your hips as they caressed up your front and he cupped your breasts, playing with them. You stayed like this for a few minutes. You kissing him, his hands on you, and friction between you.

But his hands came back to your hips, “Are you up for another round?” This is the first time he asked you a question without malice, or it seemingly was a genuine question.

You kissed him hard once more before answering, “I think so.” Your hands then laddered their way down his chest as you propped yourself up. His hands helped lift you up, but instead of changing positions like he did before with you, he made you hover above him. When you were lifted directly off his crotch his cock sprung up, you could now feel its head tease at your wet folds. You perched your hands against his abs, bracing yourself.

“You are going to ride me.” Even through the distortion of his mask, you could tell that it was non-negotiable but it was not harsh, it really wasn’t an order but more of a statement of fact. Your breath hitched, you were scared. He was big normally, but how would he feel now? But you only nodded in response.

As you lined your core up to him, you mentally prepared yourself. Sinking down, you heard him hiss, his hips curling up to meet you. When he was fully sheathed within your hot core you let out the breath you didn’t realize you were even holding. You relaxed around him. It didn’t hurt like you thought it would. You tested squeezing your walls, which earned hisses back and a rough, “Move when you are ready.”

You changed your position a bit, instead of bracing yourself against his abs, you inched your hands more towards his ribs, a more solid holding position. Your knees were weak at the feeling of his cock inside you, you were afraid that they wouldn’t hold you up for very long. But you eventually started to move yourself up and down, your cunt convulsing around his long shaft.

This position felt different from the others you had both tried before. While you felt vulnerable with your body exposed to him like this, where his gaze could go anywhere, you also felt powerful as you took the lead. You were the one setting the pace, and he did not seem to object as he loudly moaned and panted in pleasure. He also felt deeper within you. You were enjoying the effect that you had on him. He also seemed to enjoy the bounce that your breasts had, as his hand moved back up to tease one of them. But as you picked up the pace he abandoned that endeavor, you watched as his head tilted down to watch you take him.

You could tell he was close as you felt the familiar twitch of his cock, and the deepening of his groans confirmed so. In this position, the feeling in your cunt felt heightened, more sensitive to him and his needs. You moved even faster, his hand braced themselves on your hips, you heard his breath hitch before you felt his hot cum spill into you. He then took control, impaling you on himself basically. Seemingly once again to use you to fuck him, but it was different this time. He had reached his climax already, and his pace was too fast to try to get only a second (third) orgasm out of himself. You figured out what he was doing when the sense of complete euphoria hit you. As your cunt tightened around him, you could feel his grip let up, confirming that he was helping you reach your climax.

When you were both finished he helped lift you off of himself and you collapsed on top of him, but he did not seem to mind this time. Especially as his hand rubbed up and down your back. Lying against his chest once more, you listened to his heartbeat; you listened as it steadied. It had a calming quality about it one you did not fully understand, but for tonight you reveled in it. Your own personal lullaby of sorts as you drifted off, you didn’t even feel the sheet cover you up.

Sometime in the night, you had shifted sleeping positions in the bed. You felt it was probably more of Kylo’s doing than it was yours. But you woke up alone, your hand moved over to where he slept and it was still warm. Meaning he didn’t leave all that long ago. Something about that comforted you, knowing that he probably only left minutes ago. You took a moment to do a full-body stretch, and to your surprise, the familiar sort of ache between your legs wasn’t unpleasant as it usually seemed. Your face flushed and goosebumps ran over your skin as you remembered the events of last night as a positive memory.

You finally got up. This was the first time you had really chosen to sleep naked, and it was a new feeling. You decided to take a shower before heading out to get some breakfast, washing away all the dried evidence of last night’s rendezvous. Washing between your legs caused you to smile for the first time truly. Once you were all clean, you dressed for the day and headed out into the main area. Your datapad was placed suspiciously on the counter, laid in a way for you to see. You were sure that you did not leave it there last night.

It was opened up to the notes section,

Dear Princess Ren,

I will be stationed away for a few days, per orders from the Supreme Leader. If I would have known, I would have informed you sooner. So it will not be necessary to prepare dinner for me. In the next few days, General Hux will have an assignment for you as per orders of the Supreme Leader.

I do not know how long I will be away, but either myself or the General should be able to keep you informed as to my situation. I shall try to return as soon as possible.  

                                                                                                                -Kylo Ren

This letter, note? Was different in many ways. It made you think about last night again. You had been married for months, and now it felt as if you were making a breakthrough, even if it was a small one. You put the datapad down, but not before saving the note, keeping it for later. You went about your usual morning routine of making breakfast and watching First Order education material and propaganda. But your mood was significantly better than it had been since you had boarded the ship.

The day flew by, and oddly enough a cleaning droid entered you watched it enter and start cleaning the main living space. You watched as it entered your room, and you jumped up. You ran after it, rather unladylike. You watched as it started to pull the sheets off of your bed and you ordered it to stop. It looked at you oddly, like it had a real working mind. “I want to keep the sheets.”

“I have been ordered to change them daily, Princess Ren,” it’s robotic voice was harsh to your ears. You still heavily disliked droids, especially not really wanting them around you. Your husband was enough ‘droid’ for you to handle.

You stared it down, ready for it to defy you. “I know but I would like to keep them until I specifically ask them to be changed.”

“As you wish, Princess Ren.” It then put the sheet back on the bed and moved on to cleaning the rest of the room and bathroom. You decided to stay in the room just to be sure that it wouldn’t defy you, you followed it out as it returned back out into the hallway, beyond your chambers.

You then started on a late lunch but early dinner combo, preparing something that you could put away for tomorrow’s lunch as well. Your good mood started to dissipate as you remembered that Kylo wouldn’t be returning tonight, but you reread his note to you. And held the datapad to your chest as you chose to stare out the large bay window.

You wondered where among the stars was your husband. What corner of the galaxy was he sent to? What was he doing? Was he safe or was this a dangerous mission? You had a feeling that he wasn’t sent on any sort of peacekeeping mission. No. He seemed out of his element when he was sent to marry you, and you had a feeling it wasn’t just because he was marrying you, but that it was a diplomatic mission. He seemed much more of the enforcer type. His body seemed to confirm that. Yes, General Hux seemed to be much better at negotiations and diplomatic meetings. So Kylo was probably somewhere off in the galaxy killing someone or something.

The memory of his charred and muddy clothing entered your consciousness. You wondered if he had ever lost a battle. He probably hasn’t otherwise the Supreme Leader wouldn’t trust him as much as he seemed to. Even if your husband seemed to try to defy him at times, but then again it was usually when you were brought up. You seemed to be a sensitive topic to him, whether or not it was because of some underlying animosity or warmth–you did not know. He was still much of an enigma to you. You felt as if you were starting to see small pieces of him, but you did not know if what you thought you saw was true. You had yet to see his face.

You got ready for bed, taking a relaxing bath for the first time since your arrival. The welcome ache between your legs had dissipated throughout the day, and that disappointed you. Curiously, you ran your hand between your legs, feeling yourself. You had been forbidden to do so before marriage, touching for pleasure, but Kylo has yet to tell you that you couldn’t. As you tentatively explored yourself your mind wandered back to the memory of him touching you. As you stroked up and down your folds, you let out an involuntary moan. You threw your head back and closed your eyes, trying to imagine that your hands were his and that he was the one pleasuring you. Your fingers grew more confident and deft, figuring out what felt good and what didn’t. A finger cautiously pushed itself inside your hole, a gasp escaped, your hips moving against your, no–his hand. It did not take long for you to see your climax, Kylo’s name escaping your lips.

Once you removed his hand from yourself you leaned back against the tub, you stayed there until the water grew cold, lifting yourself out, drying off, but not dressing. You made the decision to climb into bed, nude. You could still smell him on the sheets, confirming your decision on not having the droid take them away. You wrapped yourself around the pillow he had used, letting sleep take over. You dreamed of him taking you like he had the night before. No malice, only pleasure.

A/N: This is a long time coming I guess. Thanks for being patient ❤️. Also this was supposed to be out yesterday, but taxes got the better of me. I don’t have an upload schedule for the next few chapters yet. I am also working on a different fic, a TLOU Joel Miller x Reader. 

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Interrogation Techniques pt.9

Previous: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 , 6, 7, 8

Kylo Ren is determined to get the map out of the Resistance Pilot. By any. Means. Necessary.

Even if that means exploring new ways to sexually psychologically manipulate his victims into getting what he wants.

AU where the map leads to Luke’s new Jedi Temple, where he is training the next generation of Jedi. Poe is a Resistance pilot, who General Leia Organa has put in charge of running the transport routes in order to bring force-sensitive younglings to the temple where they belong. The First Order is headed by Kylo Ren, a fallen Jedi just as Count Dooku was, and he is determined to end the Jedi for good.

Warnings overall: non-con, torture, violence, manipulation, smut, absolutely filthy smut, degrading language, abuse

Warnings for this chapter: Mild violence/references to violence, lingering drug effects, Poe is a bisexual icon

“-and then I couldn’t do anything but run after him, and he runs straight into the Captain!” The trooper grinned as Poe hobbled along, following BB-8 as he sped ahead, leading them back on the shortest path to the freighter. “I couldn’t understand him, but she did, and somehow he got us by her! He’s a brilliant droid man, I just wish I knew what he was saying.”

BB-8 pivoted his head as he continued rolling. I’m glad you don’t.

“What’d he say?” The trooper pulled hard on Poe’s arm as he started slipping as they rounded a corner.

“Uh… he said he wishes you could too.” Poe grunted as he stumbled, putting a bit more weight on his leg than he meant to. The trooper caught him, and wrapped his free arm tighter around his waist. Poe probably would have blushed if it didn’t hurt his ribs. “So, uh, what’s your name?”

“They call me FN-2187.”

Poe snorted. “That isn’t a name.”

“Only one they ever gave me.”

Poe mused it over for a minute. “FN… how’s Finn? I’m gonna call you Finn.”

The trooper- Finn- grinned at him. “You can call me whatever you want if you can pilot us out of here.”

“I think I might be able to give you a hand with that.” 

Finn froze, skidding to a halt and making Poe wince as he glanced up at the unfamiliar figure in the corridor. BB-8 was already bumping and beeping at her happily, and Poe’s face spread into a wide grin.

“Rey you crazy fucking spawn of a bantha, how the hell did you get in here?!”

Finn started. “You know her?”

Poe laughed as Rey rushed forward, crushing him in a firm hug. “Only the best damn Jedi Knight to come out of Luke’s academy!” He grinned. “This is Finn, Rey- he’s been helping BB-8 with the rescue mission.”

He has not! BB-8 whirred down the corridor, checking ahead and letting out a soft string of expletives. Rey grinned. “Good thing you brought a big ship.”

Finn let out a sigh of relief. “Thank stars.”

“Don’t thank me just yet- we have a flight to catch.” She grinned, drawing her saber. It hummed, the blue glow illuminating the polished tiles of the floor. “BB-8 says he can get us to the hangar.”

“That’s where we were headed- again, how did you get here?” Poe winced as she took his other side, increasing their pace after the droid.

“The youngling you were travelling with sent me a vision. I was able to figure out that you guys were farther along the course than we thought, and from there? Some damn fine intel, some stolen data, and…” She trailed off for a second. Poe’s brow furrowed, and Finn glanced past him at her.

“What is it?”

“Ben,” The name ghosted between her lips. Poe grit his teeth, and Finn’s brow furrowed. 

“Who’s Ben? Oh no, do we have to rescue another-”

A mechanical scream echoed in the corridor and the trio stopped dead. Ahead of them, a black-robed figure stood at the end of the hall, his arm extended. BB-8 was frozen in place, screaming for them to run as Ren prevented him from getting back to them. Rey’s lips set in a thin line, and Poe snarled.

“Let the droid go you bastard.”

“Not without the map.” Ren cocked his head to the side, his voice cold and mechanical now with his mask. “I see you’ve brought a friend- and, made one, it seems.”

Finn shuddered under the intense stare, glancing at Rey and Poe in a silent plea of what now?

“Finn,” Rey’s voice was calm. “Take Poe.”

The trooper protested a bit as she handed off the pilot’s weight, and Poe reached to grab her shoulder as she moved forward, but stumbled, forcing Finn to catch him again. Rey paced forward, extending a hand of her own. In one swift motion, she wrenched BB-8 out of Ren’s control, nearly throwing him behind her towards her companions. She kept her eyes locked on Ben.

“Go.”

“Rey-”

“GO.” Her saber hummed, and she leapt forward. Ben’s came to meet her. 

Finn was half-sprinting, half-dragging Poe along with him, BB-8 spinning rapidly through the holo-map to find the hangar bay. Poe spit a bit of blood to the side, reaching his free arm up to wipe his mouth. If Finn noticed, he didn’t say anything, ducking his head around corners and occasionally pulling them up short, letting a patrol down an attached corridor stalk across their path. Poe’s vision was going fuzzy, black spots dancing across his vision as he struggled to remain upright. He heard something distantly, only registering it when Finn started to shake his shoulder.

“Poe? Did you hear me?”

Poe glanced at him, watching as his face split into several, fuzzier versions of it. “Uh huh…”

Finn balked. “Are you going to be okay to fly?!”

“Just get me behind the controls, and I’ll put it in autopilot,” Poe grunted. Finn opened his mouth, then snapped it shut, pulling them both back against the wall, and clamping a hand over Poe’s mouth. Poe grinned. It was warm, and surprisingly soft- his hand smelled like his leather gloves, and faintly of blaster residue. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply.

“Uh… Poe?”

“Mhmm?”

Finn’s hand wasn’t over his mouth anymore, and he frowned, cracking his eyes open. Finn was staring at him, his cheeks a bit darker than Poe thought they’d been a moment before. 

“You’re not… passing out, right? Or like, drugged up?”

Poe slumped his head back against the wall, his head rolling as Finn pulled him up and over his shoulder. “Nope, all good.” He grinned. Finn was handsome, and it felt different to be held by him. It felt nice. He was saying something again- he had a warm voice, and under the brighter lights, he glowed. 

They were moving faster now, up a ramp, and he breathed in deeply. He could smell the engine exhaust, and the dull metallic smell that ships always seemed to hold onto, no matter how weathered they were. He glanced around as Finn helped him through the ship’s narrow corridors, into the cockpit, and down into his pilot’s seat. He whined as he was dumped into the chair, but falling quiet as Finn plopped down in the co-pilot’s seat beside him. BB was saying something, and muscle memory took over as his hands flashed across the dashboard, flipping the engines on, bringing life into the buttons and switches in front of him.

“Woah woah woah, what about Rey?”

“If I know her, she came on her X-wing,” Poe slid his chair forward, his head clearing up a bit now that he and Finn weren’t touching- something he’d have time to digest later. Leaning towards the windshield, he pointed through the glass. “Yup. And here she comes.”

The pair watched as Rey’s robes flashed by, the blue glow of her saber vanishing as she sprinted, vaulting up into the cockpit of her waiting vessel, glancing in their direction and flashing them a big grin. Poe gave her a salute before the freighter’s engines roared, and he followed her X-wing out of the hangar, crowing with Finn and BB-8 as they shot out into open space.

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John Seed & Wren Blake

DISAGREEMENTS

Who is more likely to raise their voice? It depends on the argument. Wren and John can both be emotional.

Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Neither.

Who actually keeps their word and leaves? John and Wren got into a fight while she was still the deputy, and she walked out. But that’s it.

Who trashes the house? John got worked up before Wren left, and shoved papers and stuff off a table, but neither of them really get like that.

Do either of them get physical? They fight before getting together, but after things start with them, they don’t hurt each other. 

How often do they argue/disagree? Sometimes, but it doesn’t happen a whole lot. They might disagree here and there, but they’re usually on the same page.

Who is the first to apologize? That depends on who started it. Wren and John are both super stubborn, both struggle with admitting they’re wrong sometimes. But once Wren’s anger fizzles out, she’ll give John a kiss on the side of his head and hold him close while she apologizes. John’s apology comes with him hugging Wren from behind or in the form of cheesecake. 

SEX

Who is on top? John tops more often, but Wren takes charge too. 

Who is on the bottom? See above! 

Who has the strangest desires? They have some kinks, but nothing super strange..

Any kinks? Wren is a tease and has a praise kink. John will edge Wren, and they both will do some light bondage here and there. 

Who’s dominant in bed? Definitely John.

Is head ever in the equation? Sometimes.

If so, who is better at performing it? It’s a fair share of both.

Ever had sex in public? They’ve had sex outside and in a couple of public places, but they don’t make it a regular thing.

Who moans the most? Wren

Who leaves the most marks? John. He bites and leaves hickeys, must to Wren’s embarrassment the next day.

Who is the more experienced of the two? John.

Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? It’s a toss up, depending on the mood or the heat of the moment. They used to be enemies with benefits though, working out their frustrations towards each other in the bedroom and other places.

Rough or soft? A mixture between them, depending on what the mood is.

How long do they usually last? That all depends on the stamina for the day, but they usually last a while. Especially John.

Is protection used? No, Wren stopped taking birth control after the arrest. Kinda hard to find time to go to the lady doctor when you’re fighting a cult.

Does it ever get boring? Oh, absolutely not.

Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? That’s a three way tie between: the riverbank after Wren’s baptism, the church before a service, and John’s confession room. 

FAMILY

Do they plan on having children/or have children? Yes.

If so, how many children do they want/have? They have two. Wren finds out she’s pregnant after their wedding, and she eventually gives birth to their daughter, Harper. Then they eventually have a little boy, Braxton.

AFFECTION

Who likes to cuddle? They both do

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? They both can, but John is worse.

Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? John mostly, but Wren can get handsy too.

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? That depends on the position. Most of the time Wren will lay on him on the couch, or her head on his chest in bed. They don’t always get uncomfortable, but Wren will get too hot sometimes and move away.

Who gives the most kisses? Wren, she’s super affectionate and loves to surprise John with kisses.

What is their favourite non-sexual activity? They both like to read with the fire going, or they’ll watch movies/tv shows together. Wren plays piano on some days. 

Where is their favourite place to cuddle? In bed or on the couch. Wren will sometimes sit curled up on John’s lap in his office.

How often do they get time to themselves? Not very often in the beginning, but Wren spends more and more time with John as things grow between them. Once Wren joins, they spend a lot more time together.

SLEEPING

Who snores? Wren makes light noises in her sleep.

If both do, who snores the loudest? N/a

Do they share a bed or sleep separately? They share.

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? They cozy up, but will sometimes drift apart throughout the night. They cuddle a bit in the morning though.

What do they wear to bed? Wren wears silk nightgowns or a shirt of John’s. John wears sweatpants or pajama pants. Sometimes they’ll sleep naked, or Wren will just have underwear on. 

Are either of them insomniacs? They both can have issues falling asleep.

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Nope. They’re in a medicine cabinet in the bathroom.

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? They’re both known to wrap around the other. Sometimes they’ll lay side by side, but not often.

Who wakes up with bed hair? They both do, but Wren’s is worse and John loves to point it out.

Who wakes up first? John. Wren hates mornings.

Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? John, because Wren can’t cook to save her life and she isn’t a morning person.

What is their favourite sleeping position? Both on their sides, curled up with each other. Either with Wren’s back against John’s chest, or her curled up with her face against his collar bone.

Do they set an alarm each night? John is most likely to do that. 

Can a television be found in their bedroom? Yeah, they have one. Wren uses it more than John, though.

Who has nightmares? Both. John has nightmares about his childhood. Wren has nightmares about her childhood, the car accident, and the visions of the child she lost in the bliss along with the leap of faith.

Who has ridiculous dreams? Definitely Wren.

Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Neither. Wren curls up with John, so they don’t really sprawl.

Who makes the bed? Wren does.

What time is bed time? Between 11 and 11:30. Wren likes to stay up just a bit later. 

Any routines/rituals before bed? Brush their teeth, wash their faces, sometimes Wren will do a face mask routine and rub lotion on her skin before bed. 

Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Wren. She’s known to get headaches in the morning because she is dehydrated, and she isn’t much of a morning person.

WORK

Who is the busiest? Both of them. John and Wren are busy with their duties as Heralds.

Who rakes in the highest income? I guess John, because of his wealth and stuff. Being a lawyer pays off. Pun intended.

Are any of them unemployed? No

Who takes the most sick days? I would say it’s a toss up. Both are extremely stubborn, but they usually convince the other to take the day off. 

Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Neither of them. They both take it seriously.

Who sucks up to their boss? I don’t really think either of them do. John probably did with Joseph in the beginning, but not really after Wren joins.

What are their jobs? John is the Baptist of Eden’s Gate and Wren is the Judge. He baptizes people and hears their confession, then Wren judges on whether they’re worthy of atonement. 

Who stresses the most? Wren. She carries stress very easily and John has to kinda pull her back down to earth.

Are they financially stable? They are.

HOME

Who does the washing? Both of them, but Wren does it more often. She would rather do that than the dishes.

Who takes out the trash? John does mostly. 

Who does the ironing? Wren does for the most part. They both wear button ups and it gives her time to think.

Who does the cooking? Definitely John. Wren can’t cook to save her life and John is very good at it. 

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Wren! She did start a kitchen fire once. She’s now forever banned from cooking.

Who is messier? Wren can be a bit messy, but not bad. John is just a super neat person.

Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Neither of them.

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Neither. It drives Wren crazy to see clothes on the floor, especially when it’s next to the hamper. And John is a neat person by nature. 

Who forgets to flush the toilet? Neither of them.

Who is the prankster around the house? Wren.

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Wren. John has a bowl on the living room table to put keys, but Wren doesn’t use it. She misplaces them and John loves to say “such a shame we don’t have something to hold our keys, darling.”

Who mows the lawn? John and Wren have cultists do that. 

Who answers the telephone? Both.

Who does the vacuuming? Wren. She sings and dances a bit while doing it.

Who does the groceries? They either get delivered or Jane will go with Wren.

Who takes the longest to shower? That’s a tie. They both take forever...and sometimes together.

Who spends the most time in the bathroom? It’s equal, until Wren has to do her hair and makeup. 

MISCELLANEOUS

Is money a problem? No, they’re well off.

How many cars do they own? John has an old black mustang, an SUV, and his plane. Wren has a jeep and eventually gets a Lexus.

Do they own their home or do they rent? Wren rents a cabin before moving in with John. John owns his ranch.

Do they live in the city or in the country? Country

Do they enjoy their surroundings? They both loved the city and have also talked about the idea of living on the ocean, but they both love their home.

What’s their song? I’ll Follow You by Shinedown 

What do they do when they’re away from each other? Either their duties for Eden’s Gate or doing their own hobbies. Wren will play piano, binge watch tv shows, or read. John will read, draw, or work on Affirmation.

Where did they first meet? The failed arrest, but they didn’t officially come face to face until John the Cleansing. 

Who spends the most money when out shopping? That’s a toss up. Wren will shop here and there, but John loves to buy things. He’s more likely to spend more, too. 

Who’s more likely to flash their assets? John. Wren has assets, but she’s way more subtle. 

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? They both think it’s funny, at the other’s distaste. And it’s usually Wren that’s tripping.

Any mental issues? John still carries the issues from his childhood. Wren does too. Wren suffers from depression and anxiety.

Who’s terrified of bugs? Wren hates spiders, centipedes, and any kind of roach.

Who kills the spiders around the house? John kills them, and Wren tries to throw things at them because she’s too scared of them.

Their favourite place? Under they YES sign or the riverbank behind the Ranch.

Who pays the bills? John, but Wren keeps it all organized.

Do they have any fears for their future? They’re both concerned when things get more heated between them during the fighting. That goes away once they’re together and Wren joins, but Wren becomes a bit afraid when she finds out she’s pregnant. 

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? That’s totally John. He goes above and beyond.

Who’s the tallest? John is. Wren is only 5′4″

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Both of them.

Who wanders around in their underwear? Wren does. Sometimes on purpose to tease John, but mostly it’s when she’s getting ready. 

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Wren. That girl will sing her heart out. 

What do they tease each other about? Wren pokes fun of him being a big time lawyer and for being so fancy, and sometimes points out that Georgia drawl she loves so much (which he reminds her of her Oklahoma one to match). John teases Wren for trying to kill him with a butter knife while she was a bit drunk.

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Neither of them. They both like each other’s style.

Who crushed first? Both, but John was more open and teasing about it because Wren was trying to deny it. 

Any alcohol or substance related problems? John and Wren both used to have issues, but they both have gotten a lot better. John helped Wren after she switched sides, because she got really bad while fighting for the resistance. 

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Wren, but not anymore. She used to drink with her friends in the resistance, and she’ll do it on occasion. But John helped teach her discipline with it so she doesn’t go back down that road.

Who swears the most? Both are pretty bad at it, but Wren does it more.

#deputy wren blake #john seed #otp meme #Far Cry 5

[science-lings]

OC Masterlist

Quick intros for my OCs as I’m going to write about them and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Rosalia Scarlett Dawn AKA Rose- 

My main girl, healing powers, the MCU version of her was recruited by SHIELD right after she got her first PHD after she was caught studying alien biology, takes her a while to become an actual superhero as her healing powers were hard to convert into anything that she could put on the field, with help from her anti-hero/ villain nemesis who she has had sexual tension with ever since they shared a dorm in medical school but then she became unethical and ignorant of the people around her ergo turning into a bad guy. Rose is usually good and wholesome but she has a dark destructive side that was awoken after her nemesis used her powers on her. Rose is selfless to the point of not taking care of herself because any time spent not helping people with her powers is time wasted in her eyes and she tends to take medical cases that no one else can, usually pertaining to other powered people, aliens, magic illnesses, etc. 

Roses Intro Sheet  - SHIELD & Hydra

Andromeda Starling- 

Roses endgame girlfriend, shapeshifter, in the MCU she accidentally used a Hydra spaceship to escape the planet as her parents were both scientists involved with that kind of thing. She didn’t really think it through and she ended up on a skrull refugee planet where she crash landed and had to be enhanced to save her life. She’s not good at teamwork and tends to be a loner as she’s afraid to get close to people. She hates being bossed around and work with other people. She can do most on her own just fine. She hates having to admit she needs help with something. She’s a pretty decent pilot and prefers swords over guns. If she likes someone enough to become attached, she get’s very protective and even a bit clingy but that rarely happens. 

Andromeda’s Intro Sheet - Andromeda Portrait - Simple Lesbians - B&W Portrait

Adisa Crow AKA Doctor Plague-

Roses nemesis, she was subtly jealous of Roses powers so she secretly tried to recreate them, instead the outcome gave her powers that could reverse other’s powers against them and make normal people ill. She became a virus in every sense of the word and even tech malfunctions around her. But her powers affect herself a little, making her go a little crazy over time and more willing to do fucked up things in the name of science. Yes she wears a plague doctor mask that helps her powers not affect herself. Her powers also heighten her negative feelings and only give her relief when she uses her powers on other people as it hates being restricted. She’s given up on being free of it and has embraced her role as a super-plague. It’s actually kind of sad really... 

Adisa Crow Portrait - Nemesis Tension 

Phoenix AKA Maat (Matt) Ramses-

Necromancer goth mom, grew up an orphan with the sorcerers of Kamar Taj as her parents were wakandan sorcerers who died protecting the reality and the ancient one sensed her magic potential, however she wasn’t great at the normal magic that they tried to teach her. She had to steal forbidden books about necromancy to really get a hold of her powers. She left the sorcerers and found others like her, connected to death, and she made a family. but eventually she would have to investigate her roots in wakanda and it may not be pretty. She inherited her parents relics, a gold sword with a hilt of wings and a gold helmet based on the helms of the egyptian pharaohs. Maat didn’t quite work as a vigilante, she just was drawn to people that needed her help and she literally can’t stop herself from intervening when humanity can be so terrible. Anyway she hates cops and abusers and rapists and all that and she does her best to help the people that they hurt. 

Phoenix Portrait  - Open Helmet Idea - The magic relics

Diana Schmitt-  

Trans girl mutant who can control and melt metal and glass, making her own weapons on the fly and using debris to her advantage. Her left arm and her right leg were frozen off by anti-mutant extremists and she makes herself prosthetics with her powers made of glass shards that she can use and layers of different kinds of metal with the outside being gold because she likes the aesthetic. She’s covered in scars from the torture and from her own forging projects. She loves making things and does her best to be positive and kind to other people but trauma is still trauma and superheroes aren’t known for going to therapy. She has PTSD and gets triggered by excessive cold and dark places. She has to learn to confront her pain and move beyond it, while also going to therapy and stuff. 

Diana Portrait - Pride Month Portrait - Early Intro Sheet

Guinevere Kaimana-

literally a mermaid who spent several decades under the water as a hermit and has water powers and electric eel levels of electric powers. (until she’s at her most powerful but still not more than like some thunder in a tropical storm, she can’t like summon lighting to strike people or anything.) In the MCU she’s a mutant who left after her mutation out of fear of rejection and in my fantasy version of my OC universe she’s a pirate mermaid princess. She figured out how to temporarily turn her tail into a tail shaped skirt and tattoos on her legs similar to fishnet tights. She can’t stay human for very long and when she’s human she has to be fully hydrated or she could die. She has an enemies to competitors to friends to lovers with Diana and it’s a very slow burn. 

Gwen Pride Portrait - mermay

Alexandria Iriklitis- 

Superhero therapist with a magic voice. Her singing can manipulate the emotions of anyone that can hear it, even through recordings and microphones and stuff, and eventually she can use it to control objects around her through levitation and even destroying the area around her if she’s emotionally charged and loud enough (which happens when she goes temporarily deaf and thinks that she can’t responsibly use her powers anymore.) She has to be very careful with her powers as music is already made to affect peoples emotions but with her powers, any miscalculation can be destructive. Someone may have bad memories of a happy song and elevate those bad feelings. So she usually depends on non-lyrical songs and her own improvisation skills. In my fantasy OC universe she’s a magic bard that’s drawn to chaos and flirts with everyone because she’s a bard. She tries not to use her magic voice to make people do things they don’t want to do, she tries to not rely on it to get whatever she wants. 

Alex Portrait

Artemis Dawn-

Roses non-powered sister who is a SHEILD agent that struggles with living in her sisters shadow. They go through an arc of repairing their relationship and get to the point of being very close and killing for each other. Artemis specializes in sharpshooting, martial arts, and disguises. She uses makeup and clothing and wigs to completely change her appearance to a point where even the people that know her best won’t recognize her. In the fantasy AU universe she dresses up as a man to become a knight after being shamed out of her princess status. She’s a badass and deals with a major inferiority complex and has to prove that she’s just as good as her superpowered sister. When hydra takes over shield, she has to save her sister from their clutches and causes Roses first power burst that kills the hydra agents by forcing their bones to grow together to turn them into grotesque body horror statues. Fun. Artemis has a cold hard exterior but softens up around her sister and it confuses her colleagues to no end. Not many people knew she could smile outside of a role. 

Artemis Portrait

Unreleased art under the cut!

Gwen without face paint and weird colors, yes her lips are blue all the time

pride drawing for Rose

Phoenix and Diana as part of a mass drawing of my ocs that I gave up on but I liked the way they both looked in it so here it is now.

old headshot when i wanted to experiment with Roses mask

angry freckles

minor oc, i do actually think i posted it but I haven’t made enough about them to know what I want them to be besides absolutely bangin with their character design

COMMISSIONS I’VE HAD DONE OF THEM

Andromeda by tinymintywolf

Anthro Rose by scriiblesbymarti on insta i couldn’t find them on here oof

Spider-rose that I won by emkayoh

rose icon by tinymintywolf

#OC masterlist #send me asks about them #i wanna talk about them #im going to write about them whether you guys like it or not so here's your chance of having a choice in what it ends up being

[bangtanxm]

Bookclub; March Highlight

This month’s theme was “The Darkness Within” asking for our bookclub members to find the most angstiest and darkest stories to recommend for this month. These are our our monthly fanfic recommendations from our bangtanxm; bookclub!

In the following you find a list of fics we recommend and reviewed this month. Please support these amazing authors! With every monthly recommendation, there is also a drabble game that everyone can participate in. You’ll find the masterlist at the end of the reviews. Happy Reading!

BOOKCLUB; recommendations

PS. As this theme involves a lot of triggering topics, we’d like to emphasize to thoroughly read the disclaimers on each story. Thank you.

TEMPTATION written by linzeigh

— Summary; Yoongi and Jimin are priests. Jin, Taehyung, and Jungkook are hungry. — Disclaimer; pwp, demons, nsfw-content

bookclub; review

“AAAAARRHHHHH. This was so incredible. I feel like no matter what I say, it will not do this masterpiece justice. It's so sinful and forbidden, but oh how it feels so right! The gradual revelation of Jimin and Yoongi’s mutual lust for each other was masterfully written. And fuck, I love the demon trio of Jin, JK and Tae. Their interactions and teasing brought a surprisingly bright mood to the fic, and I giggled several times at JK and Tae’s bickering. The concept of them feeding of sexual tension and being able to read Jimin and Yoongi’s mind was really interesting. The blasphemy was so shocking (and surprisingly intriguing), and I kept thinking damn how far is the author gonna take it, and oh lord very very far indeed. This is a must-read for anyone who likes explicit and dark fics!!” [@tinysweetscrown]

“This fic is so good. It is lengthy, for one, which is so admirable and amazing considering it’s largely smut. Smut can be so hard to write such big fics of and keep it fresh and interesting, but this author was able to do so. They were able to really take their time with each character and it felt fresh and interesting, without being slow or repetitive which is such an awesome accomplishment. I love the small details that were added in, the fact that they didn’t bleed, probably didn’t need to breathe, were super strong, etc. – it really added to the depth of the characters themselves, which is something that is often left out of smut fics. Also the entire subject/plot. Though blasphemous in some ways, it was handled really really well and I think kind of brushed on some very important topics (like being gay and religious). Overall just a stunning piece of fiction that I will be coming back to again and again for a reread.” [anon]

THE PERFECT ILLUSION written by @softjeon​ & @cassiavioletblue​

— Summary; He was the perfect illusion. The getaway for anyone who didn’t want to face reality. And yet, there was something in his eyes, something vulnerable and hopeful as if he was dying for someone to see through him, to care for him enough to look behind the mask and draw out the real Jimin. And Namjoon couldn’t wait to do exactly that. — Disclaimer; mentioning of abusive behavior

bookclub; review

“this is...just wow.... the story is so interesting and unique, the writing is beautiful, the characters are so on point. Ive only read the first chapter so far and i just know this is going to be one of my classics. The universe is so well constructed, the characters very nuanced in such a short amount of time... You can see the research that went into the geisha world, and it's paying off into what i feel is a masterpiece.” [anon]

"I already had an admiration and love for geisha culture and craft so seeing this story come out the first time just made me so excited!! Granted it has darker thematic tones to it, I loved how Jimins character was so well embodied that it stuck with me even after I read it. Also Jungkook as the maiko liSTEN I GREW SO PROTECTIVE OF HIM THROUGHOUT THE STORY. That build up of his mizuage made me want to take him away to somewhere and Namjoon and Yoongi were just the best, most complimentary characters to each of them. Jimin needed someone soft and kind like Namjoon while Jungkook needed someone sort of protective and a little cheeky like Yoongi. Their dynamics just worked so freaking well and you can always count on Jey and Cat to have just the right amount of angst mixed with fluff cause damn it HURT for a while reading this but the relief of it all was so welcoming. I can't rec this fic enough honestly, the characters, the settings in the teahouse are so beautiful and I LOVE authors who aren't scared to make a member into an antagonistic character cause it added so much flavour to the chemistry OOF just well done it was so nice reminiscing with this fic again!!!” [anon]

“I read The Perfect Illusion originally as it came out. It is just as enjoyable the second time through. It was such an interesting and stunning piece, I felt. The real shining star was the slow burn aspect of it, I think, even more so than the angst or abuse aspects. The slow sort of build of romance between Joon and Jimin was really beautiful, especially with the constant looming danger of what they were doing. The gravity of it was revealed in a really slow, measured manner that I think really helped the reader feel that sense of urgency as the fic went on and we – like Namjoon, learned more and more about the situation than we’d known before. The disgust of what was being done to Jimin and JK and the other dancers was enough to roll one’s stomach, but it was done in such a way that it worked well with the fic. It wasn’t there just for shock value; everything seemed to have a purpose and a point and it wove together in a really fitting and gorgeously heartbreaking and bittersweet tale overall.”  [anon] 

SING FOR ME written by Trilluvium

— Summary; When Jimin set out to find Earthshine in order to save his mother, he’d been ready to give up his life. Earthshine’s keeper, however, was interested in taking more from Jimin than just his life. — Disclaimer; non-con, tentacles, rape

bookclub; review

“Just wow. Okay, so this fic is so beautifully done. There is nonconsent, yes, it’s dark, yes, but it’s so much more than that. Particularly because of the ending, which is so bittersweet – Jimin’s choice. But my thinking is, vaguely hopeful? Maybe things will turn around? But that’s just me. Either way – the real shining star in this fic is the descriptive writing. The author does such a good job of writing in a very clear and detailed manner that a lot of folks just can’t accomplish without it dragging the fic down. It feels far heavier in description than dialogue, which I think fits it perfectly. The author was able to perfectly describe this absolutely beautiful fantasy realm in which the characters are, as well as the inhuman aspects of the characters. The description left me breathless – I wasn’t distracted, struggling to imagine what a, b, or c looked like – the author painted this amazing, film quality scene in my head. And because of that, I was able to focus fully on the dialogue and action of the characters.”  [anon]

WHISPERING SHADOWS written by @jooniesmind​

— Summary; It’s an already tough ability, that becomes borderline impossible, when you’re scared of ghosts. And Jimin was like that. — Disclaimer; angst, ghosts, mentioning of death

bookclub; review

“This is an excellent start to what could be a really sad, beautiful fic! The descriptions used are really stunning, painting a lovely picture (and a sad one). I’d love to see what would happen if JK came back, or even just following poor terrified-of-ghosts Jimin through his life, doing his job in whatever way he can manage. I’d love to learn more about how it works, what he does (and doesn’t do) and meet other ghosts he’s had to tangle with. And other whisperers! How it works and what makes them have the ability, etcetera. There’s such a whole rich world here that I think the author really began to develop in a beautiful way.” [anon]

“this story just hits you right in the feels. the author does a great job of putting so much emotion in a little one-shot that i’m just in awe at how they’ve done it. it is perfect!” [anon]

The Chaos Theory (Love Me Now) written by leanmeancuisine

— Summary; Jeon Jungkook, Prince of the South Korean Royal Pack and CEO of the largest conglomerate in the world, was thought to be following his father’s footsteps in becoming a Purebred Alpha. Oh, how wrong was that. Freshly presented at 18, Jungkook is discovered to be a Genus—a rare and one of a kind type of wolf that has more than one special gene. — Disclaimer; ABO Dynamics, mentioning of suicide, depression, kidnapping, poly-relationship

bookclub; review

“So I read this entire wip in one sitting. And then had to lay down and sleep on it before writing this. That’s how damn good this fic is. I was absolutely blown away. The style of writing is unbelievably well done. The author was able to really create this whole world and species, essentially, borrowing from some of the more traditional tropes but changing it into something very unique and creative. It feels so entirely fresh and interesting, weaving both very well handled traumas and angst in with softer, gentler bits that give the fic a level of depth and beauty that I haven’t seen in a very long time. All of the characters are so beautifully developed; I honestly can’t think of one I prefer more than the other of the ones that we have met so far. I’m so incredibly curious about the remaining members, as well as how Jin will blend with the rest of the group as things progress. I look forward to many updates!” [anon]

“ALRIGHT DAMN what a ride and im only prologue + 1st ch in! the introduction to jungkook's is honestly so good, and the author describes the scenes so perfectly its like we're there with jungkook, annoyed at the world. These two chapters definitely got my attention and i have a feeling ill be binging this in a near future. I can't wait to see how the author develop the other boys, how they'll introduce them... im getting excited now” [anon]

MONSTER UNDER THE BED written by Born2beSad

— Summary; Namjoon’s new apartment came with a little more than he was expecting… …luckily for him and his nighttime visitor, he’s into it. — Disclaimer; tentacles pwp, monsters,

bookclub; review

“This is such an interesting twist on the tentacle genre! I loved jimin and Joon's dynamic, although definitely wrong...but in a universe with monster under the beds i don't think that matters. Jimin as a character was weirdly endearing, and you can't help yourself from feeling sorry for him and his loneliness, and relieved he found Joon. And well, Joon is leaving his best life, so props to him for sticking around. The writing was impeccable, will definitely be going through the authors fics in a near future” [anon]

“I'm a lil bit of a newbie with tentacle porn reading wise and def haven't tried it writing wise but THIS WAS THE SHIIITTTT I LOVED IT SO MUCH (and lowkey highkey brought out a small tentacle porn interest of mine i didn't know i had oop) just the way Namjoon loved it and wanted it I could feel it in my freaking bones and maybe even related to him a littejnerighs i mean it was JIMIN HOW COULD YOU NOT and i loved the sprinkles of fluff in there it really brought a nice relief from the hot, heavy and body tingling smut embedded into it gdfoegg this was so good, such a hot way to depict a monster under the bed concept and the author did it so well also really inspired to dive into this territory of storytelling cause i'm 0.0 intrGUED” [anon]

“So, so good. Many of your general tentacle fics tie so deeply with nonconsent or dubious consent at best. Which is entirely fine, but sometimes it’s so nice to see something refreshing and new, and this fits the bill. While still brimming with great imagery and really well written smut, it also injects a supply of sweet fluff and near domesticity to the situation. Rather than being the ‘boy gets taken against his will by sex crazed monster’ – the relationship is symbiotic, allowing a give and take; even if it is largely physical in nature. I think that sheds such a fun light on the tentacle monster trope. This is one of those fics that I would really enjoy seeing another chapter or two, additional shenanigans that the two get up to with or without smut. Further, I love the descriptors used in the fic, I feel like it painted a really lovely visual that helped the reader really dive into it.” [anon]

“This fic....whew! It is really something! I don't read tentacle stuff and I'm not a fan of bottom!Namjoon but I wanted to read something different for this month. It's a great balance of fluff and smut with how the ending turns out; it's not rape or non-con either, since Namjoon is a huge monster lover lol I can just imagine him with a whole collection of monster dildos. The writing is wonderful too. The way the author set up the beginning without giving things away until maybe halfway through is really well done. Like, you already know Namjoon's going to consent but (at least for me) not in a way you expected. Jimin being a cute, friendly monster who isn't afraid to show his devilish side too <3 I seriously reccomend this to people who like tentacle porn. Maybe even people who don't read it often like me” [anon]

“This was such a surprisingly sweet and fluffy tentacle fic. I love the author's description of Jimin’s duality; the mixture between his sweet pretty features and his black demon tentacles, really feels so believe haha. The ending was so lovely and really put a smile on my face!” [@tinysweetscrown​]

INTO THE WOODS written by bugarungus

— Summary; Seokjin wakes up to find he’s been kidnapped by some nature nymphs and their pet. — Disclaimer; tentacle pwp, fae & farieis, dubious consent

bookclub; review

“Oh my, I was completely immersed in this beautiful little universe, the author created. Everything about this fic is so lovely and stunning - from the descriptions of Jin’s everyday life before he meets the nymphs to the actual smut. I loved the bickering between Jimin, Tae and Yoongi, because it truly felt like a “brotherly” relationship. Also the fact that they each were a different “type” of nymph, and especially Tae’s protectiveness of LeeAnn, was so interesting and funny to read. This fic really strikes a perfect balance between a dirty smutty plot with dubious consent without it being too vulgar and uncomfortable to read!” [@tinysweetscrown]

“Wowowowow. Honestly this fic blew me away. There was so much going on but it was all so clear and well written, just… Perfection. The descriptions were so clean and clear and visually stimulating, it was easy to picture exactly what was happening. This is something so hard to do sometimes, especially in smut with more than two people, and this one was four and a plant! I wanted to know more about the nymphs, and their plant – the backstory bet would be so fascinating and amazing. There was so much subtle romance between the nymphs, and even being dubious consent, I feel like that oozed into Jin as well – opening up the idea that the future isn’t going to be questionable. Kind of a happy ending even with a smidge of the darker/dubious consent that laced through it. I think also, the relationship between the nymphs was just really fun. Despite the alternate universe, the characters felt really true to the actual group members. Their personalities matched up great and I didn’t find myself wondering if x would actually say that, do that, etcetera. It’s amazing when you can keep things true to ‘life’ but put them into this awesome fantasy world. Just so, so well done.” [anon]

NICE THINGS written by @kimlinebiased​

— Summary; Namjoon is clumsy, even with others’ hearts. — Disclaimer; smut

bookclub; review

“This was such a sweet and wholesome fic! I especially enjoyed Namjoon's letter to Yoongi. I felt like the description of how Namjoon and Yoongi are different really fit so well with at least how I see them irl! Also the call back in the end to "this is why we can't have nice things" tied the whole fic so nicely together and left me all warm and fuzzy :)" [@tinysweetscrown]

“Nice things is such a sweet story, even with the angst thrown into it, you can feel the love yoongi and namjoon have for each other. It make the angst hurt even more, and wraps things up in cute ending. The smut if soft and just right for the story, and you just find yourself rooting for the characters to make it work, and also to pls wrap namjoon in bubble wrap...”[anon]

“A blend of angst and smut, it's really well done. I don't read a lot of canon/idol stuff nor do I write it much, but I decided I'd give it a read. Considering it's Dean writing, I wasn't disappointed haha Namjoon and Yoongi have a really nice relationship and Yoongi's reluctance to get back with Namjoon makes sense given how Namjoon broke his heart. The smut at the end is A+ too.” [anon]

DEVILS HAND by @softjeon​ & @cassiavioletblue​

— Summary; There had been rumors, but in the end it was not really a secret that Namjoon loved delicate and beautiful things. Especially when it came down to his lovers and his castle. It was decorated with lot of flowing, long blue curtains, colorful paintings in every room, rows of marble columns leading along every aisle. There was a large garden surrounding the palace, which was by far Jungkook’s favorite place to be – next to the king’s bedroom. — Disclaimer; alcohol, abusive relationships, abusive behavior, (sexual) violence, major character death

bookclub; review

“This fic….. ruined me… When I first started reading it, I was immediately intrigued, because I had no idea where the fic was going! I was so captivated by it, and I HAD TO finish it, but holy fuck I needed like a good day to digest it. The universe the authors created was absolutely beautiful and so well-described that I feel like I, days later, still have a clear image in my head of what the scenes look like - as if I’d seen a movie. The ending was absolutely devastating and painful and awful (but like in a good way) and im so conflicted about the whole thing…………” [@tinysweetscrown]

“alright so another masterpiece by the incredible duo! The dynamic in this story are amazingly complex and layered, the characters interesting and their motives are well thought out.. You can't help but have your stomach tied in a knot after the first chapter, anticipation making you nervous. There's this general feeling that shit will hit the fan and it won't be pretty... beautifully written, bravo!” [anon]

“How. Dare. You. Omg, I just reread this fic and ughhhh the ending breaks my heart every time! I've never hated Namjoon in a fic before. Even when I've made him an asshole, I didn't hate him. But here...he's just such a dick and Jungkook is such a sweetheart looking to please the man he loves. It's such a sad story because Jungkook is a rabbit surrounded by vipers (Taehyung being the only good one imo). I definitely rec it to anyone who wants a good angsty read. I do say mind the triggers though, since it's not for everyone. The writing is beautiful, sets a good pace, and gives detail without going overboard. Jey and Cat really get you inside the character's feelings while delivering really steamy smut scenes.” [anon]

“The Devil’s Hand was such a sad, dark story for all involved. I don’t often read major character death because it makes me so sad, but I think it was really fitting for this fic. There was no winning for JK, and the end really solidified that lesson of not knowing what you have until it’s gone. The relationship between Taehyung and Jungkook was one of my favorite parts of the entire fic. They had such a well-developed friendship and I think that Tae really embodied the person that JK deserved, in a weird way. Though they were only friends, he was loving and trusting and would do anything for JK, even at the risk of his own life. The contrast between how Tae treated him versus Namjoon, even versus Hoseok – it was so stark and telling in terms of the fic and the deeper meanings. I think overall the fic was heart wrenching and so, so sad, but such an excellent piece that really cuts the reader to the bone. “ [anon]

The Drabble-Game; MASTERLIST

— prompt; “Sometimes the darkness is too big to keep inside.”  

Thank you to everyone who participated! Stay tuned for the next theme of the month to participate! 

THE ROOM WHERE IT HAPPENED written by @chimknj​

— summary; Jimin was in the room when Hoseok walked in. Only one of them would get out of it alive.

EAT THE RICH (BECAUSE THEY’RE ROTUND AND DELICIOUS) written by @kimlinebiased​

— summary; Jungkook had a mission. That mission may involve killing people and burying the bodies. It’s going great… Until the bodies go missing.

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[wr0ngalice]

9:21p 4.17.20

wow i just wrote the most elaborate and elegant and honest thing i think i have conveyed in well years, and it’s gone because tumblr’s interface is absolute crap. i only hope i can remember it all again. i can’t write anything other than in a fucking tumblr text sheet. i really can’t and i haven’t been able to in years and I CANNOT CONVEY HOW ANGRY I AM THAT THIS JUST HAPPENED. 

it’s 2020 and the world is on fire.

i don’t know where to begin, to pick up from sebastian, to talk about my still non-existent sex life, to talk about that it’s 2020, that there is a world wide pandemic and that i am unemployed and about to be homeless and i have no plan. 

as the rain began i stood listening to my neighbors babble. high as a kite i started to not be able to take full breathes having just ingested an entire takeout container of lasagna and mozzerella sticks feeling completely glutinous and disgusting. a panic rushed over me but so did the urge to write and be honest with myself through my weird relays of my stories. i put out my cigarette on the worn out gate and rushed into my house, i could feel the anxiety attack taking over and my breath getting shorter so i specified each step of my way in....grab key....wash hands.....pee.......put my bluetooth back on so i could start music....because this was the kind of high the kind of panic only soothed by masturbating. and so i did, and here i am.  

my name is deanna and i have boys on my brain (i’m laughing). i guess i should start off with the most honest sentiment i’ll ever conjure about my existence: my body image issues have held me back from every feeling like i am worth anything or worthy of anyone’s attention. i view my body as a currency, one that is cheap, of low quality and worthless to most. i have never been able to learn how to love my body or myself, i do not take care of it or feel capable of taking care of it. i spent some time feeling like it’s okay to feel like this and look like this and that someday someone will love it. but most of the time i feel worthless and like i am disgusting and that being fat is stopping me from ever truly feeling happy, being love, feeling accepted, or being truly who i feel like i am. it feels completely impossible and unachievable. and i’ve demonized anyone who ever made me feel like i’m supposed to care, or that i should feel bad for not caring enough what other people think of me. and then the cycle of shame starts, for looking this way shame for feeling this way, shame for feeling like fat people are worth less than anyone else, shame that i am one of them and stay this way. shame. 

i’m sad about a boy. i met him on discord playing a killer queen black. you ever know you are enamored by tone of someone’s voice when they hear yours? feeling a chemistry that awakens your smile too quickly to feel comfortable with. it was those simple things. a shitty emoji. sending me pictures of animals, bad memes and youtube videos. sending me drawings of pokemon, seemingly genuinely interest in every silly thing i send you back. listening to the songs i suggest and the playlists i send all the way through. asking me what i am doing. good morning texts at 1pm and sweet dreams every night. being excited i am in the vc and spitting quick call backs to only conversations we’d know while everyone is listening. being there all day and making me feel like you wanted me there too, like i wasn’t just someone else to talk to. staying up all night drinking wine and watching hunter x hunter to the sunrise or until one of our sedatives takes us out. i send you my real name, and my twitter, and built up the nerve to sent my instagram and thinking there’s no way he keeps talking to me if he doesn’t like what he sees so it is safe to send him the link to my live stream that contains my facebook with my complete honestly. and then for it all to get awkward. and so i know that he feels a different way not but he’s not saying it. because it feels different now, because he’s there still always answering or messaging first, but it’s shorter now and less personal. the call backs are less because the messages are less, and the offer to stay up with me is still there but feels less genuine and more like you kinda feel like you have to. maybe it’s all in my head. maybe it’s not because when something feels weird it usually is weird. so why keep up the half ass? today you didn’t really and i am so sad, but so grateful. get this over quick if it’s happening. cause i can’t deal with being that lone right now. i watched a video about the important of discerning chemistry from compatibility and at the start felt ready to write it off because yin and yang, opposites can complete each other. but by the end i realize that made our chemistry is so bright i am being blinded into thinking we can fill each other’s gaps in compatibility but how hard we make each other laugh. i can discern all the examples of what i call chemistry, but there’s all the actions the show the chemistry is not electric enough to fill the holes in our compatibility. i want every reason to believe this is wrong and i want you to give it to me. i want you to think i am beautiful because of the person you’ve gotten to know every night for months. 

i masturbated to the memories of my dream of kissing levy last night. i tasted his lips as if i had tasted his love before, the familiar warmth of his “hey yourself” feeling like enough of the familiarity and comfort i need to get myself off. the overwhelming loneliness prompting me to call him after all this time. i haven’t really thought about him in a longing way, just a passing thought on the bye, and i admire my ability to stop answering when i knew it was doing too much to me. i’m neither sad or surprised that he didn’t answer me. i think the real question is whether i will feel the need to know his love at the end of our next conversation. i guess it was probably the transition of moving to new york, and the way he seemed to be invested in me figuring out my shit sometimes. it feels so rare that people care about the person i am that when it happens i immediately only know how respond by sexualizing the love i want to give back. he seemed like he wanted to know me and understand why i do the things i did, he listened to the ways i believe the world work and he changed his opinions because of the way i expressed my thoughts. that felt so powerful to me. it felt like he wanted me there, and i liked that he liked the way i spoke about existing and he wanted to be a part of it. like he knew i was connecting my soul to his soul, and like he had been honest about really not being able to give that to another person, like he wanted me to be there but he knew he was hurting me by letting me stay because he wasn’t capable of giving himself away. it feels like this really sad thing that when typed out sounds so dramatic. and i want nothing in the world than for him to know that i think this way, and i want him to tell me that i am crazy and read so much into nothing, or to tell me that i am right, that i understand his soul and that we are connected the way that i felt we were. 

i need this. i cannot understand why writing in a tumblr textbox is the only way to talk about deanna. i spent so long writing to her here, and now that i am with her again, now that i really feel like i am her, i can say here now that it wasn’t about becoming her or working towards finding my way back to her, it was about accepting that i wasn’t all the things i thought i was and that i wasn’t going to be able to achieve all these things that would supposedly make me better. i am deanna all the time and “future deanna” is here with me today. i’m not working towards anything that i am not actively doing right now. 

i wanted to stop here, the rest of this might not be so in touch. maybe it will. i’ve been under quarantine in brooklyn since march 10, 2020. this reminds me i need to talk about killer queen eventually, huh? coronavirus is changing the entire globe. this is that shit that has a major red subtitle in the future history books. i can’t go to the grocery store without wearing a face mask. this isn’t some weird movie that i don’t like, this is real life. i lost my job. i have to move out of my apartment at the end of next month and i have no idea where i am going to go. people are dying at insane rates. nothing in the world feels certain. donald trump is killing people. he’s our fucking president and after all this time i still haven’t accepted that that really happened. the things that are important in my world are so much different now. and their competing forces are compounded by nihilism and salty existentialism. and this makes it hard for me to think about the future. 

i’m gonna figure out a way to keep writing. this feels important. 

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