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“I’ll make you proud, Master” || Kylo Ren x reader smut

Words: 2780

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex

SUMMARY: You were taken under Kylo Ren’s care since you were manifesting some certain abilities. Your common relationship, however, went in more romantic way, but only when you both were behind closed door of his bedroom. One day, you made him angry by being disobedient. How it’s gonna end?

Author: Cass & Beast

Another day. Another lonely day. You couldn’t help but felt forsaken. It wasn’t like you weren’t finding anything positive in your position at that moment. You quickly got used to the rules on that spaceship. You weren’t allowed to lurk alone along the corridors. You weren’t allowed to talk with the crew. You just had to focus on your trainings and practicing your skills. HE ordered you to be obedient, and you followed without complaining.

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@eyes-like-obsidian thank you for the tag on the dash game!

i will talk about little Touya forever. you cannot physically stop me from rambling on about this little fella. he’s just a boy with big dreams. he’s just some guy. how could anyone hate this little dude he’s just there. existing. not a care in the world. he’s just there to frolic and dillydally and eat some soba. he’s just a little guy there to be held and loved and appreciated. he’s just some dude.

Today I cried 

When I killed a spider

Because I realized 

Maybe he deserved to live 

More than I did 

And who was I

To take this life 

Unsuspecting 

While I’m still here

Suffering 

-unplannedpoetry

winter is getting closer ❄️

when in doubt sploot

boba taught me some important lessons about the true meaning of christmas this year. you see, imaginary constructs, it's mostly about eating a big breakfast, casual acts of vandalism, a little light trespassing, stalking anything that moves in your territory, and lots and lots of naps.

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Summary: (Inspired by episode 5 but derives from canon) Marc and Steven can’t seem to get along with each other or agree on anything. As a telepath, you think you might be able to help them see a different side of each other. But what was uncovered was not what you expected.

Warnings: Childhood trauma/abuse, dissociation, mentions of explosions, fire, gunshot wounds, and overall sadness 

Word Count: 2.3k

Primarily Steven Grant x Reader, but hints at possible Marc Spector x Reader

A/N: Alright girls gays and theys, you know I love me some depressing ass fics. Bring tissues 

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He stared at the wall of the hotel room, the dark red bricks burning into his mind as he tried to distract himself from the memories. Harrow. Ammit. Without Khonshu’s powers, he wasn’t able to stop the God from awakening, and she funneled her powers into Harrow until they consumed his entire being. Harrow couldn’t hold all the power that Ammit had suppressed for thousands of years, and atom by atom he was ripped apart until it was like he never existed. Marc remembered watching as the man died, blood-curdling screams ringing in his ear as he lay in the water of Ammit’s tomb, his blood turning the light blue into a sea of red. Thankfully the bullet had only grazed his shoulder, nothing fatal. 

“[Y/N]!” He had called, the water filling his shoes weighing him down as he tried to stand up. He ignored Steven’s reflection in the water as he raced to where you crouched on the floor next to the sarcophagus. 

You didn’t know what had triggered it, but Marc began to dissociate, his calls for you slowly coming to a halt. Soon later, his face looked up, eyes locking with yours. But a different voice slipped out.

“A-Are you alright? Are you hurt?” Steven stammered with a shaky voice. He gently cupped your cheeks and ran his thumb over your skin.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay,” you whispered softly to him, leaning into his touch. “Just a little startled, I guess. I thought we could stop this, save everybody, including Harrow. Guess I’m not the hero I thought I was.”

“You are a hero, you’re an Avenger-”

“Former Avenger.”

“[Y/N],” Steven sighed, “You’re my hero. You’ll always be my hero.”

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It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming... On days like these, kids like you? Should be burning in hell.

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