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I love working in a theme park, I just write while smash mouth plays for the fifth time and shrek's face haunts me from the corner.

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I am begging you, please please please, to make a part 2 to Hotel El Royale! 🙏

Yes!! Already halfway through writing it will post when done 😜😜 Need more Miles content up in here

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Definitely writing for his beautiful blonde ass when this movie comes out 😈😈

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Thank you for this gift 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

Sentry and void degrade you but in wildly different ways

okay okay I do have thoughts about this... (18+)

here's the theory: sentry is a brat tamer (I know you know @thyme-in-a-bubble) but void is a dumbifier

with sentry you're being corrected and punished, so the degradation is straight forward and intense, matter-of-fact even.

you remember the rules. don't act innocent now: get on your knees and do as you're told.

he's not brutal, and he hardly even seems angry... he just refuses to bend, knowing that eventually, you'll have to.

he's completely confident in his power over you, so he has nothing to prove. for a brat tamer he has a lot of patience-- he'll wait for you to obey, you'll just have more consequences to deal with the longer you resist.

you're being difficult on purpose. you know I'll do anything I want to you, you know how strong I am-- save us yourself the energy and stop being such a bitch.

the way he says it with hardly any emotion is jarring yet eerily arousing. it's not an accusation, it's a statement of fact.

he's so cold with you, all your disobedience is just an attempt to rile him up. it works, in a sense, but it's usually not worth it. he can hurt and punish you without breaking a sweat, without changing his face, without even blinking.

slut, he growls at you when he's finally getting what he wants; only when he's about to come does he start to really react. that's when the frustration and irritation comes out and he pulls your hair and holds you down even harder than he needs to.

but when void calls you a slut? it's a compliment. sort of.

you're just a slut, aren't you? you don't have to hide it from me.

he says it like he's proud, but he knows it makes you feel sort of dirty. yet, he also knows you like to feel dirty.

give into it. don't pretend to be something you're not. that is: smart, funny, or even particularly interesting...

the cruelty, embarrassingly enough, only enhances your pleasure. he laughs in your ear when you get noticeably wetter after being insulted.

just be what you are, baby: my. fucking. toy.

it's a bit freeing, you can't deny it. letting go and giving in and embracing everything you're typically ashamed of.

you'd let anyone use you if they gave you a shred of attention, wouldn't you? but... who wants you?

you find yourself begging him not to leave you, you'll do anything to keep him from getting bored with you. and he always finds something very creative for you to do to make sure he's properly entertained.

for every way he violates your body, there's another dozen ways he violates your mind.

you'll be so good for me, won't you? you'll let me empty this mind of yours and fill your desperate holes, right?

you can only nod of course, your words are long gone, and you crave the way he almost seems proud of you then. it feels nice to stop fighting.

so yes, the degradation is very different...

it's the difference between sentry's "come on. you know better." and void's "oh sweetie... you don't know any better, huh?"

it's the different between sentry's "don't play dumb with me" and void's "it's okay, be as dumb as you want."

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MORPHEUS ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

Robert 'Bob' Reynolds x Dream!Reader

Content Warnings: References to domestic violence and abusive households

A/N: This is inspired by The endless concept but DOES NOT FOLLOW IT. I haven't actually watched or read the comics so don't expect it to follow any cannon. I just thought it was an interesting idea. Might draft a part two as I have more I want to explore.

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The sand crunches beneath as each step is taken through it. The endless desert of dreams usually stayed as a calm landscape. Each dune being built by the neverending sands made of dreams falling from the sky. 

However, today, more and more sand seemed to fall. It wasn’t unusual for a massive amount of dreams to appear, but this time it seemed different. Nightmares summoned to every dream, and the touch of despair was strong in each one.  

Who or what was the source of this?

Peering into the biggest portal of sand, a man was revealed. He hunched over a gap in his floor, chestnut brown hair covering his face.

‘You draw from Despair’s realm but manipulate mine. How interesting…’

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It had been a month after Bob had last become The Sentry. His memories of the event were fuzzy as always, but he trusted the accounts from his teammates. 

While his fellow Avengers went on missions or reconnaissance, Bob stayed behind and kept himself busy at the tower. He would spend his time cleaning common areas, washing dishes or sweeping up crumbs Alexi had left behind. Journaling was also something he started to do at Bucky's suggestion. It was good to keep record of things that might slip from the mind by your own or another's volition. 

It started with writing down small observations within the tower. ‘Alexi chews loudly.’ ‘John keeps leaving his clothes on the bathroom floor.’ and ‘Did I remember to feed the hamster today…’ 

But as he wrote more, he found the journal to be a good confidant. Writing down his troubling thoughts when he did not feel ready to burden the rest of the team with it, It felt good to release the thoughts onto paper, letting them out of his own head one by one.

Good moments to remember were also written down. Times when it was just him and his Mom having key lime pie, or when movie night turned into a full laughing fit for the whole team. Every small moment was noteworthy.

At the end of each day, he would put down his pen and paper before heading to bed.

Sleep was always something Bob had trouble regulating. In his youth, it was an escape from the discord at home. It was the one place his father's wrath couldn't reach. 

Well…until the nightmares came. Sometimes he still wakes up sweating from the nightmares of his father's hand slamming down fast and hard. Everytime, those dreams throw him back into feeling like the little boy that he was before. In the past, drugs were a common fix he used to numb the issue. Most of the time he would pass out unconscious, in dreamless sleep. Only waking up when his body started to crave food or his next high.

Withdrawal was especially hard. He struggled to stay awake properly when they detoxed him at the lab. He had gotten used to sleeping on a thin cotton mattress surrounded by clean sterile walls. That was when the dreams started to come back. Slowly, and only showed bits and pieces of his day that he tended to forget.

However recently, it felt like someone had been watching him from his dreams. Bob knew it was crazy of him to assume that, but in a world filled with gods and monsters? Anything was possible. 

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It happened again that night. He was dreaming about the lab. The scientists seemed cold and distant, as they always were. Bob zoned out as their discussions played over and over acting as background noise. That's when he noticed it. One of the scientists seemed out of place. Attire identical to the ones around, but it just didn't feel right. 

Shifting his eyes slowly up, the moment he seemed to look at the figure-

SNAP

Bob jerked up, ripped from the dream that he had. Scrambling out of the bed, he hastily took out his journal and started to write everything that happened before it escaped his mind. Who or what was watching him? Were they even human? His brain, undecided between fear and curiosity. 

He tried to bring it up to Yelena or Bucky, asking if they had encountered beings that could lurk in dreams. But all he was met with were looks of concern. 

“Bob, do you want to talk about it?” Yelena knew Bob had issues with sleeping and paranoia in the past, but this seemed out of character even for him.

When Bucky heard him he seemed a bit more trusting, especially with his previous experiences with the mystical, “I think that's something you need to ask Dr Strange.”

They both tried to help in their own ways but Bob could get the sense that they didn't completely believe him. 

So he started experimenting, sleeping in short and long segments intermittently which spurred his body to dream. This seemed to work, allowing him to dream more often and catch the figure in action. Writing down different encounters, he noticed a trail of sand as a recurring pattern. However every time he tried to look at the figure directly, he woke up. 

Until one fateful night.

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He was dreaming about being The Sentry again. The power at his fingertips felt overwhelming, bursting at the seams with the power of a million exploding Suns. Weaving his hand through the empty space, he sensed it again. But only now with his heightened sense, he managed to catch it. His eyes glowed with golden rings, deciding if you were a friend or foe.

“Who are you?”

His hand clasped around your throat but you remain unbothered. Reaching up, you place a hand on his wrist, gently pushing him back into the darkness. Your name seemed to echo out of your mouth but no sound reached him before he woke up.

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The next night arrived with a familiar dream. He was up in his childhood bedroom. The noises of his parents were muffled from the floor below but still present.

“I-I know you're here.”

You step out of the shadow, greeting him with an air of regality. Your form draped with black cloth over your body, gliding gently along with your movements. He stands with uncertainty, unable to decipher if you were even from the same dimension as him. 

“Well our last meeting was very intimate, I only hope this goes more cordially.” His eyes widening in shock, he immediately starts to apologize at his previous behavior. It wasn't everyday you would choke a stranger. Especially one so beautiful… Bob thought, paralyzed slightly from your presence.

“Relax mortal, I am simply teasing.” You chide his shocked response, causing him to blush in embarrassment. 

“You may know me through many names, but to most I am Dream.” His eyes narrow, as if you were speaking in riddles. 

“Every dream that has happened and will happen, comes from my domain.”

“Does that include Nightmares?” You nod. His fists clenched, nails digging into his palm. Had you been the maestro of his misery? Punishing him for his previous sins through the never ending nights of bad dreams and insomnia.

“W-why do you keep sending them to me! Have I done something wrong? I-”

You hold a hand up to his face, stopping his speech immediately with a stern glare.

“Nightmares are meant to teach. They teach you to survive, and break from the malady in the safety of the dreamscape. While I did create them, I do not control where they go, only what they can do.” He seemed troubled by your logic, unable to comprehend the point of receiving so many nightmares. 

Sensing his discomfort, you continued to explain, “If everyone only had good dreams, who would ever want to wake up?” 

This had seemed to complete a piece of the puzzle for him. Nightmares were not evil or bad, they were a necessary force. You didn't harbor any malicious intent and described it as a natural process.

“There was a time when they were used to punish. But that wasn't a pleasant time for all. Even nightmares can have dreams of their own.” You shook your head at past memories. The previous ruler was blinded by the pain humanity inflicted upon him. He punished humanity with all his might, but also ended up hurting his subjects as well. 

As you walked away, the room seemed to twist and turn. Bob followed suit, pulling away further and further from his original dream into a space where sand seemed to spring up between his toes, falling endlessly from the sky. Each grain pressed softly against the soles of his feet, sinking slightly at each step he placed forward. 

Stopping in your tracks, you wave your hand to summon a cascade of sand to start falling in front of you. Your hand glides through the granules to reveal a world beyond imagination through the tiny gaps. A glimpse into it revealed colours and objects Bob couldn't seem to comprehend.

“This is where we shall part human, I will visit soon and I will be watching.” With a smile, you turned to face him as you stepped back into the falling sand. 

“Wait w-” Before he could continue his question, the sand beneath him started to sink down rapidly. The sandy domain, falling apart without your presence. Bob's heart jumped as he felt straight back into his body, jerking to consciousness. One last question still lingered on the tip of his tongue. 

Why were you watching him?

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Robert 'Bob' Reynolds x Dream!Reader

' You draw from Despair’s realm but manipulate mine. How interesting.'

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Riding the void is like riding the dick of despair and misery, why am I jumping up and down on my worst traumas rn??

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baby’s acting so good the crew forgot they were filming

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Luna, she/her, multi-fandom blog

Currently writing for: Thunderbolts, Top Gun Maverick, Bad times at the El Royale, Kingsman

✷Requests are open!!✷

This blog contains nsfw/dark content interact at your own discretion.

Latest works: Shame - Bob Reynolds / Bob Reynolds blurbs / Brat! - Soldier Boy

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Shame.

What If instead of fighting The Void you fucked it?

Tw:NFSW, penetrative sex, choking, degradation, references to deep self-guilt and shame

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“They all left you because you're worthless. Why did you ever think making friends was a good option? You thought it was going to be different?.” The Void lumbers over you like the ominous presence he always is, spouting hurtful thoughts over and over.

“You’re pathetic, crying over things such as teammates. They never trusted you, and they never will, especially after what you did on the last mission.” He chuckles, sending a cold shiver down your spine. 

Gripping your hands tight you dug your nails into your hands and covered your ears. However, even that couldn’t shut his annoying voice out. “What a miserable attempt, you should have given up when you could.” His hands reach out, gripping your throat with unimaginable strength. As he lifts you up to his eyes, you start to choke from the force around your neck, crushing your windpipe. He laughs as he watches your eyes water and your lips quiver, but he notices something else as well.

“Are you actually getting off from this? From me choking you? This is interesting.”

While he relaxes his grip slightly he still puts enough pressure for it to remain pleasurable. You rub your thighs together at the skin to skin contact, not minding its ability to kill you at any time. His piercing dotted eyes stare straight back into yours, wanting you to feel the embarrassment and shame from the pleasure you were getting from this situation.  

“Please I-” You whimpered, your body writhing under his touch with the only thing being his hand keeping you tightly pinned against the wall.

“You what?” The Void growled. He was growing impatient and demanded a quick answer. In that moment, the only thing that seemed to be a salvation from your feelings was to lose yourself in him. 

“I need y-you to touch me please.” You begged. An answer to your prayers quickly came. Pushing his body close to yours, you felt his shadowy figure come close. It was cold, not entirely solid but a physical presence still felt. He ripped off your clothes carelessly, tearing them to shreds with his immense strength. As he spread your legs open, you felt his tip prod slightly at your entrance. 

Without any warning he entered, causing you to groan in pain. “Mmhm that’s it. That’s how you deserve to be treated. And still so wet for me anyway.” He soaked up your pained whimpers as he started to move, each whine seemed to invigorate him further. As you adjusted to his size, you slowly started to feel the pinch of pleasure creeping up on you. His cock seemed to hit the deepest part of your womb repeatedly, splitting you open like he wanted to break you.

As his thrusts continued, your body moved up and down against the wall and his hand. Like a doll at his mercy, your hands and body only moved from his motions. The only part of your body you had control left over was your cunt contracting around him. Your hair messy, tears streaming down with hiccups in between. You couldn’t stop yourself from crying out at the euphoria this fucked up situation was bringing you. You knew it was bad, it was a disgusting thing to get off at, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

“That’s it, just fall apart. That’s the only thing you can do now. Fall apart and succumb to me.” The Void whispered in your ear, his lips brushing ever so slightly against the tip of your ear. All you needed was those words and your body listened, too tired to fight and finally letting him break a piece of you. You let go, screaming out in ecstasy from his harsh thrusts that brought you both pain and pleasure. Your cunt clenched tightly, pulsing with the orgasmic pleasure derived from the deepest pits of your shame. But it felt good. And you didn't stop, you squirted your fluids over his cock. His hand tightened again as he gave you one last deep thrust, asphyxiating you to the point where you could feel your breath leaving you. Was this how you were gonna die? Fucked out by a boogieman that you got off too because of your own shame? The darkness of death seemed to approach as you tried to grasp another breath. This was the end.

Poof! 

You fell to the floor immediately as he disappeared. Catching your breath, you gasped in as much air as you could, choking a little bit in the process. Trying to stand up, your legs wobbled. Your body felt completely wrecked. The only two things he seemed to leave behind in you was the ever-present shame buried deep inside, and his cum as well.

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You see most see Bob as being inexperienced, but I'd like to think the opposite. I mean this mas was on hard drugs, this man was doing some shit. And when he couldn't pay, lets just say he had to "get a little strange for some change".

he’s definitely eaten some pussy in an alley before. not even in a fun, sexy way. like, drunk out of his mind, high as a kite, someone grabbing him by the hair, his knees on wet pavement, fingers bruising his scalp, and him not even minding ‘cause it meant he was getting paid or scoring after. probably came in his own pants once or twice doing it too. messy, sloppy, face shiny, lips puffy, eyes glassy. and he was good at it too, ‘cause when you don’t have much else to trade, you learn real fast how to make it worth their while.

and that followed him. even cleaned up, even halfway sober, he’s still got that in him. the memory of it sitting somewhere behind his eyes. it’s why he’s the way he is now, so desperate to be wanted but convinced it’s only worth something if it’s dirty. it’s why he mouths at your pussy like it’s the last thing keeping him alive, why he keeps going even when his jaw aches, why he doesn’t stop even when you tell him you’re too sensitive. because he remembers what it’s like, what it was like to have to earn it, to make it good enough so they’d throw a little extra his way or let him crash for the night.

BUTTTTTT, i do think he is generally inexperienced in the ways that matter

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I can't stop laughing at Lewis' letterboxd reviews since it's basically the only social media he uses

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Should I start writing more blurbs? I think that would allow me to post more while working on full length fics. Also would love to receive asks and prompts for lewis Pullman characters or Soldier boy 🙏🙏

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Re watching el royale to refresh on writing for miles and oh my the way he handles a rifle with ease 🤭🤭

(I know the reason is sad but damn)

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(a request if u want it to be i just wanna ramble about a THOT i had) i KNOW john gets off on a reader who is of higher rank than him. it's that messy chain of command/ fraternization shit. and he ALSO gets off on if the reader is continuously putting him in his place out in the field

"that's an order, agent" "...yes ma'am"

and one day his frustration would make him snap. there was already tension between the two that now he HAS to pull her into a closet and fuck his hurt man-feelings out 🙄

you know john’s whole damn identity is built on being the one in charge, being top of the food chain, but the second you come along — higher rank, sharper tongue, boots heavier than his and that tone, that tone that cuts through the comms like a goddamn bullet — he’s done for. and he hates how much it gets to him.

it starts in the field.

you ordering him around in front of everyone else, barking out “fall in, agent” or “you move when i tell you to, walker.” nd his jaw clenches so tight you’d swear you could hear his teeth crack. and every time you throw a look his way, it’s like something in him short circuits. a tight, breathless little “yes, ma’am” gritted out between his teeth, because what the fuck else is he supposed to do? you outrank him, and it’s so messy, so fucking hot he can barely see straight.

he doesn't care

or at least he acts like he doesn’t, throws that cocky little grin, gets mouthy on the comms, pulls shit in the field he’s not cleared to do, and every single time you snap back with a tight “that’s an order, agent.” his stomach flips, cock hard in his tac pants before he can even pretend to stop it. and it turns him to absolute mush. it eats at him. the fact that you’ve got him like this, under your thumb, the chain of command practically dripping with tension every time you’re within ten feet of each other.

the sickest part is how he keeps pushing for it, too. like some half-feral stray dog testing its limits, getting off on every inch of authority you lord over him. especially when it happens in front of others.

snapping at him to fall in line, dressing him down in front of rookies, making him answer with “whatever you say, ma’am” through gritted teeth while everyone watches him eat shit and stand at attention. he’ll throw you this tight, pissed-off look like he’s just barely keeping it together, and you know the second you turn your back he’s imagining having your throat in his hand or your cunt on his cock.

until it snaps.

one mission too many, one too many “get your shit together, agent.” on the comms, one too many smug glances shot his way when he screws up a perimeter sweep or leaves a breach in the grid. you’re cornering him by the armory, spitting a low, sharp “you pull that again out there, walker, and you’ll be off my team so fucking fast—”

and that’s when it happens.

he snaps. frustration and heat and months of pent-up everything boiling over at once. he drags you by the wrist into the nearest storage room, the door slamming behind him, shoves you up against it so fast your head spins. he’s panting, eyes wild and bright and so fucking hurt like he doesn’t know if he wants to fight you or beg.

“you think you can just—” his voice cracks halfway through, already fraying at the edges, “fuckin’ talk to me like that out there? you wanna order me around, huh? ‘yes ma’am’, ‘no ma’am’, like a good little soldier?”

and god, the second you mutter it, low nd cruel — “is that not what you are?" — it’s over.

he’s on you, hands rough and desperate, rutting against your thigh through his tact pants like a man starved, already leaking and breathless and half-broken. there’s no finesse in it, jut months of unsaid shit coming out all at once, teeth and tongue and hands too tight on your hips.

he fucks you like he’s trying to ruin the both of you, panting “ma’am, ma’am” or “see how fuckin good i am" into your throat like a prayer, like a curse, like he hates how good it feels to give in. it’s messy and frantic, and the whole time you’re putting him in his place, nails diging into his scalp, yanking his head back when he gets too mouthy, making him promise to keep it together out there, making him thank you for it.

and he does. because he’s still a good soldier, after all.

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I'm hearing a lot of mixed reviews about the materialists? I'm tempted to still watch it and form my own opinion of it. If I find it too atrocious I might end up just trying to rewrite the plot of the movie itself....

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