#anyway sneak peak ig

[silverskye13]

While I'm here posting comic related things, my beta reader asked me to do Helsknight vs the Demon and when I say I'm excited--

[saltynsassy31]

LET'S GO FRYERS

LET'S TAKE THIS WIN HOME!

[poohwhin]

i dont feel like logging into my art acc but if you see me die for long periods of time i’m working on this silly fuck

[leclercsluvs]

CL16 | Already Over | smau

part 3 | masterlist

an: this will include sort of cheating (not really sure what to classify it as), and for that i am going to be using pics of charles and alex, however do i see any alex hate you are blocked or something, thank you very much) fc: sabrina carpenter pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader ib: vicious by @azulpitlane and the album 'emails i can't send' by sabrina carpenter

charles_leclerc

liked by scuderiaferrari, carlossainz55 and 1.503.666 others charles_leclerc nice weekend! i'm happy with my results, and glad to finally introduce you to my girl <3 tagged: scuderiaferrari, carlossainz55

danielricciardo mate what?

carlossainz55 i literally saw her like once

lecworld oop the tea is being spilled

pierregasly great job this weekend! (very unimpressed i find out about your relationship through insta, i'm hurt)

landonorris what's her name again?

alex_albon wow you almost cut me out

charles_leclerc sorry mate i needed to fit in carlos carlossainz55 i do look amazing in that photo

y/nswrld damn the drivers did not hold back

ricsbestglam ikrrr??? like whats going onnnn?? i need the teaaa lecs.aep riiiight?? it's a neeeed

f1wagsupdates

liked by lecslvr, sharl.aep and 693 others f1wagsupdates charles new girlfriend spotted at the race! she looks so pretty, yet we haven't been able to find out what her name is tagged: charles_leclerc

lecslvr oh my goddd she's gorgeous

leclercs.aep she looks a lot like someone i've seen around in paris. i think she goes to one of the art schools there, i think her name is alexandra or something like that

f1girl1644 we must DIG and find her! charles_lechair or maybe theres a reason charles hasn't told anyone her @ like maybe she likes that people can't stalk her account and point out every flaw

yourusername

liked by danielricciardo, yourbff and 2.562.827 others yourusername give me a second to forget i ever really meant it 🫨 fast times out now! music video out in a few days. hope you enjoy it (the dark hair is just a wig, i didn't dye my hair for a mv)

y/nsworld NEW MUSICC???

y/n.aep omg totally in love with this song!

scfty/n oh so they're like over over??

lecslvr i guess 😭 charles was literally seen kissing a girl and posting her on his ig

norris.aep oh is this going to be an album? about CHARLES??

lqvey/n omg i HOPEEE

danielricciardo so proud of you!

yourusername thank uuuu

carlossainz55 very nice song!

yourusername 🥰

yourusername

liked by danielricciardo, milomanheim and 3.413.034 others yourusername feather is out now!! thank you to everyone who's supported me, and a big thanks to milo for agreeing to be the guy in the elevator 💔 anyway here's a few sneak peaks for the music video, personally my fav, out october 31st!! tagged: milomanheim

y/nsb1tch ohhh who did you blockkk?

yourfriend so you finally listened?

yourusername well i suppose someone knocked some sense into me yourbff happy to be of help 🫡 yoursister girl you should have listened from the beginning. he was BAD NEWS yourfriend we've been telling her!! yoursister did i tell how he responded when she was in that accident? yourbff uhm no??! do spill!!! yoursister TO THE GROUPCHAT yourusername oh lord....

milomanheim thanks for giving me this opportunity. never been in a music video and i did enjoy being the guy in the elevator. even if i didn't get that happy ending

yourusername we'll work together again sometime, and you'll get your happy ending 🙃

luvmilo UHMM WHAT?? okay but like he's gonna eat that role up no matter what it is

leclercssupportsystem okay but why does that guy lowkey look a bit like charles??? i fear 'guy in the elevator' and 'not happy ending' is not good LMAO did she kill him in the mv or something?

yourusername 👀

danielricciardo proud to have been an inspiration 😌

yourusername inspiration and inspiration 🤷‍♀️ sure we were texting when the idea came, but you didn't contribute much :) carlossainz55 she owned you mate danielricciardo now that's just rude :(( yourusername sorry. thanks for the amazing inspiration daniel 🫶 landonorris did you get a sneak peak of it too? maxverstappen1 only a sneak peak? i got the whole song like a week ago 🤷‍♂️ pierregasly you guys got to hear it? kevinmagnussen you guys knew about it?

lcvssjeed some of the drivers being in the comments is making my heart super happy

y/nsvfx no because same! maybe we’ll see her back in the paddock again? 👀 yourusername: wouldn’t wanna miss lando get his first win 😉 vspxcharles OMG OMG OMG SHE REPLIED

scuderiaferrari

liked by charles_leclerc, carlossainz55 and 1.329.082 others scuderiaferrari a nice 1-2 this weekend! happy to see charles on top of that podium again! tagged: charles_leclerc, carlosssainz55

charles_leclerc felt good to be back on top!

carlossainz55 such a good weekend! can't wait for more

leclerswings hes such and angel! 😇

lecsgirl so we just decided to ignore that he supposedly cheated on y/n??

leclerc16 CHARLES P1!!! congratssss

char.aeps so once he drops y/n he starts performing great again? do we think she was the reason he couldn't perform?

angelic.y/n don't you dare try and put the blame on my baby angel! char.aeps she's not so innocent tho 💀 angelic.y/n what's that supposed to mean? was she the one running around being all flirty with two people at once? didn't think so

yourusername

liked by landonorris, yourbff and 2.562.827 others yourusername vicious out now! happy i was able to perform it at coachella! such an experience!

danielricciardo wow you never fail to amaze!

maxverstappen1 is this about a certain person we all collectively don't like?

yourusername perhaps 🤭 maxverstappen1 good to know landonorris may i ask, why you have not done something about it? maxverstappen1 what do you want me to do? pierregasly push him off the track. take revenge for 2012 maxverstappen1 do not remind me of that or i'll push YOU off the track.

carlossainz55 amazing!

y/ncore the drivers being so supportive even tho it's about charles treating y/n like shit is my roman empire

lestappenlvr love how she tries and makes it seem like charles was the bad guy 🙄

y/n.vsp maybe because he was the bad guy? lestappenlvr and how would you know?? y/n.vsp i dont, but hearing these songs, idk i dont think we should jump to any conclusions since we don't have the full story, but we all saw charles running around with that "alexandra" girl while he was definitely still with y/n lestappenlvr well if you dont know why are you speaking about it?? y/n.vsp y'know i could ask you the same thing.

leclercs.aep maybe she should have kept her legs closed lmao

yourusername

liked by yourfriend, yourbff and 2.562.827 others yourusername i wish we stayed just like we were up there </3

yourbff we should hang out soon!

yourusername uhm yes! yourfriend i better be invited! yourusername duh!! danielricciardo can i have an invite too? yourbff depends are you like *that guy*? danielricciardo uhh never 🫠 yourusername you can be there :))

y/nsangel aww how cute (who is she talking about?)

scfty/n probably charles? y/nsangel who? scfty/n charles_leclerc they used to date a little while ago, but it's suspected he cheated on her

scfty/n literally in love with her

y/nswrld who isnt?

scuderiaferrari

liked by charles_leclerc, leclercsbae and 729.362 others scuderiaferrari hoping for another 1-2 finish this weekend! tagged: charles_leclerc, carlossainz55

leclercsbae charles looks so gooooood!!

charles_leclerc definitely going to try!!

carlossainz55 better hope for a P2, i’m going for that top step 💪 charles_leclerc keep dreaming mate, i’m taking that P1 yourusername oh so you do know how to reply?? angelic.y/n oop the tea clfan girl what are you doing here? you're not with him anymore y/n.video they might not be, but her and carlos seems to be friends, so it makes sense shes still following ferrari chili55 i’ve never seen them interact? luvy/n he’s been really supportive of her music, commenting on her post and using her songs on his story

maxv3rs1appen_ i doubt it. with max and red bull being strong you should be lucky to get P3

norris.vfx nahhh lando is gonna get his win this weekend (let me be delulu i need it)

yourusername we're rooting for him 💪

yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, yourbff and 3.927.175 others yourusername thank you to everyone who's been with me through this journey. i'm happy to finally be back on tour, emails i can't send has been out for a few days, i hope you like this album i've been working on. i will not be naming any names, but if a song is about you, you probably know 😉

yourbff SO HAPPY YOU'RE BACKKK (i better get tickets>:(!!)

yourusername i guess you'll have to buy them then 🤷‍♀️

video.y/n okay so i went to one of the first concerts of the tour AND SOME OF THE DRIVERS WERE THERE 🥹

angelic.y/n waittt you have to tell which ones!! video.y/n well carlos, daniel, lando, pierre, max, george, lewis, kevin, alex and logan all stood together (so i assume they went together???) leclercsluv no way!! i went to! i actually saw a certain charles in the crowd and i was pretty shocked

danielricciardo one of the best concerts i've been to

maxverstappen1 usually i don't go to concerts, but i'd go to y/n's again in a heartbeat danielricciardo ofc you would ;) landonorris now what is that supposed to mean daniel??? 🤨 danielricciardo 🤐 yourusername thank you all for being there 🥰 it meant a lot to me 🫶 danielricciardo especially max 👀 alex_albon daniel behave 😑

lecslover charles lurking in the likes???

charles_leclerc i truly am sorry for what i did. do you think you'd ever be able to forgive me?

youbff no. yourfriend no. yoursister no. danielricciardo no. yourusername maybe with time. not right now tho. go take care of your new girl. you'll know when i'm ready.

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part 4

tags: @exotic-iris13 @callsignwidow

[praazlwurm]

Codename: CARVER challenged you to battle!

Lore and close-ups below the break

(❁´◡`❁)

Y'all ever struck by the realization your self-insert immortal incongruently-wizard-coded character can, in fact, have pink hair and eyes?

Okay so anyone happening across this, this is my blorbooo, Magpie, who got isekai'd into the Pokemon world in my pair of fics here and gets runic-flavored quasi magical abilities and immortality by blessing of arceus

Feat. the conceptual design for a Survey Ball - modeled after the Origin Ball and the first/only pokeball Magpie has built out of unown-inscribed starshards since she was experimenting with using shards as charms in tell-the-stars

Anyway Magpie redesign because my poor girl is sick of ruining shirts when she does a Big Magic, hence sleeveless top and experimental runic-imbued greatcoat that can withstand all but the Biggest Magic. In my mind she got pinged by InterPol but refuses to "be a cop" (even if the IP isn't exactly like irl cops) - instead she and Volo serve as consultants and Big Guns whenever the local evil team gets too big for their britches or things like the Ultra Beast/paradoxmon/rediscovered Ultimate Weapon crop up.

Besides the coat she's got unown-style colar chains, her old survey corps badge and the (now empty) Hisui ball to remember her first team of pokemon by.

Team would probably vary by region, the one here is the like ideal aesthetic/lore team (ft allotted quasi-legendary, single shiny (after a couple centuries of idle breeding rather than concentrated focus), and ever the necessary cute mascots Irony the unown and lil baby inkay)

The most mainstaying 'mon on her team is Otto the golurk, which she inscribed-to-life herself in a drawing that I… procrastinated on doing the background on with this character page lmao but here's a sneak peak at that:

ft. chienpao bc it loves Volo a lot, Volo's spiritomb and togetic in the background bc this is their idyllic home in paldea ig (im probably going to redraw mags, ursa and maybe inkay down the line because i remain intimidated by the background i tasked myself with RIP

anywho im going to work on making this a proper pinned post with links and tags for all of the Lore so expect to see it updated lol

[keogh-art]

The Shego model for the Kim Possible fight animation.

Plus some sneak peak shots ig.

Anyway, 500 frames animated, rendered, 1300 to go.

Plus an updated Kim Possible hair mesh.

Full disclosure, Shegos and Kims hair were remixed from Mary Jane and Wonder Woman models I found by a creator called Redeyes. I hate modelling hair myself (I'm not good at it yet) They were edited, resculpted, retopologised, retextured, by myself tho.

[thiamblogger]

make me write!!

rules: send me an emoji corresponding to the WIP—as many as you want!—and I'll write 3 sentences for each and share it. WIPs below:

thanks for tagging me: @hemlocksandfoxgloves @thiamsxbitch @ksbbb

🎠 - chapter 3 sneak peek for aswsmnmnmoiod.

✨️ - dr. perry

🍷 - why did you leave balincreast?

🐸 - tipsy todd.

🪩 - chapter 10 sneak peak for twily.

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these are just titles i made up.. cause they don't have titles. i know that most of you followed me for my teen wolf and thiam content, but i've since then shifted to dead poets- so i threw one in there for you guys.

his adonis is.. eh.. but like ☄️ if you want that, ig?

anyways- whoever wants to join, please feel free!!

(uh.. i don't really have any dps mutuals who write, i don't think.)

[bluunxtes]

aaa

hi high asldkjfasld sorry.

haven't forgotten about posting, i've just been busy doing final projects. T^T i spent like 12 hours at school animating a ducking door and i haven't even gotten to the main part yet. im doomed yall.

anyways here's a sneak peak ig? (intentional lowercase btw)

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the sound of jingling keys echoed through the hallway of the apartment building. the dark-haired woman slowly unlocked the door to her shared apartment. she was careful not to make a sound since it was so late in the night or technically ‘early’ in the morning.

a small sigh escapes her mouth when she slips off the first pair of uncomfortable but gorgeous heels. it was a small price to pay for looking good, although she often did regret wearing them afterwards. with the way she was 'standing', she was practically laying on the wall from exhaustion.

no longer in the uncomfortable hot and sweaty club, her body started relaxing when it realized it was in the comfort and safety of her own phone. jimin stumbled over to the bench with one heel on, too tired to stand and take off the death trap on her foot.

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thanks for reading! i really wanna improve on my writing so any feedback is welcome! /ᐠ˵- ᴗ -˵マ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

hope yall have a great day/night! ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊

[ask-row-and-friends]

[Just to give a quick update ig, I am working on the next ask but it's started to become rather ambitious story telling wise. Still gonna keep to my ambitious idea, but I'd just like to let people know that I am still working on answering current asks in the inbox.]

[Tbh I'm kinda torturing myself by keeping to a chronological order with these asks when I could handle the easy and short ones first, but idk, I just like doing things in order so people don't think I'm just skipping their asks (though it's not like people can see the order they're in anyway???). But yeah, uhhhh, here's a small snipit of what's to come, cropped so I don't just reveal EVERYTHING about it.]

[Sneak Peak under the cut.]

[Sad Sajan Hours.]

[Also Sajan casual wear reveal ig!]

[ralexsol]

so so so very close to finishing my nehrim oneshot. just reached 11k words. that's over fucking half of sylvie's world which is. insane to me but what can i say. queer people motivate me ig. anyways have a sneak peak as a treat <3

[hex-rex]

Yall get a sneak peak ig, I have NEVER played nor seen Pokemon and decided my opinion matters most anyway and made a tier list, then LOST AN EVOLUTION OF EEVEE :((((

if anyone can find any type of eevee lower than top pls tell me where she WENT i cant FIND HER

[chungmyungenthusiast]

Anymore sneak peaks?

this one is lowkey one of my favorites, hehe :3

Well, time to do them a favor, right? They would like it if they came back and didn't have to do any chores; just like how you would when you come back from hell training 청소, 청소.. You're starting to regret being kind.

>> "청소, 청소" means "cleaning, cleaning" in korean!! might be inaccurate tho... it's a rough translation of it ig

⬆ that's for a cm fic.. ⬇ this one is just general info [??] for kireina's introduction :D

[ Lady Kireina had no choice but to start bringing poems as souvenirs for those children. Not that she is burdened, of course. She is doing this because she has free time in between her appointments. ] [ ..what do the adults and children of all villages call her? Are you seriously curious or is this another hobby of yours? ]

I can easily write some simple sneak peeks/dialogues, but I need like a month or so to fully write a fic.... then I'll look at it like a day later and be disappointed in myself then wonder how my teachers like my writing style because I gen don't think it's that great for me to get a full mark on it.

ANYWAYS ENOUGH OF. that... huhuu,, I finally finished my physics final... I have math on monday. FINALLY. something I know and somewhat like.

[the-baddest-of-batches]

Dar'Aliit: Chapter Eleven - The Dar'Aliit (full ver.)

Since I forgot to post all of these Friday, two full chapters versions in one day! Sneak peak coming later tonight. 💕

20 BBY Coruscant, Lower Level

Zenden's Droid Den, Scrapyard and Spares. Catchy name, if not a little lengthy. Zenden himself is a hulking spacer, half human and I think possibly half Zabarack. No horns, but his shaven head is a reddish tan. He's muscled thick, dressed in a modest flight suit and waits for us outside the humble shop.

Us meaning me. The rest of my escort as General Nidor so tactfully referred to them, is lost somewhere in traffic. I haven't bought myself much time, but it's enough to prove I don't need dead weight.

I enter the shop alone. We were given clear instructions to blend in, but I can tell by the pointed look Zenden himself is giving me, nothing about my face is blending in. I'm a clone plain and simple. Not many people have seen us without helmets, but that doesn't mean they don't know what lies underneath. Carbon copies, one after another.

The plainclothes doesn't hide anything about my identity.

"Here about a droid?" Zenden lumbers forward. "Got your request."

"Yes," I cross my arms over my chest. "Is it here?"

"Well I've got a lot of that model, but your request said something with...grey markings?"

I nod.

Zenden side eyes me as he walks toward the crate I assume holds the captive droid. Why do we rely on those things anyway? It's an R3 model according to intel. I know the information it holds is important, but droids are easy to lose, and easy to destroy. The Republic would be better off without them trundling all over the place getting into trouble like this.

"Say, what's a republic clone want with an R3 droid with such specific markings? He special or something?"

"Need a replacement," I say bluntly. "Wanted something that looked familiar."

Zenden laughs. "That so?" He mulls it over, his hands lingering at his sides. Finally he squats down and opens up the crate. I half expected to see a bomb, maybe an IG-88 coiled up inside, or worse a BX.

It's just a grey painted droid. R3, exactly like the model. In fact it is the droid I'm looking for.

Zenden turns and there's the faintest click of a safety coming off. I look up into the business end of a holdout blaster.

"I know when I'm looking at something suspicious," Zenden says, his brow furrowed dangerously over his keen eyes. "And you're mighty suspicious, clone."

I stare cooly at the blaster. "I came to buy a droid. What's wrong with that?"

"A man wanting a replacement droid doesn't care what it looks like, you can paint 'em any color. Something tells me this droid is worth more than scrap. So why him?"

I can feel the eyes on the back of my neck. The commlink in my ear pings. They've caught up.

"Good in there, Kian?"

I look up at Zenden. "Fine," I say. I hope my tone warns them off. Zendin lifts a brow, though, expecting me to continue.

He's not the only one armed. The commlink pings again.

"We're parked just outside. We have the place surrounded and we can move in at any time."

I put my hand to the back of my hip and hope they can see it. I do not need help.

"Fine what?" Zenden snaps. "Cough up some answers or I'll put a bolt in your head right here, right now!"

He means it. Empty threats are usually easy to tell. The shaking in the hands, the sweat on the brow. This man has none of them. He will kill me, and he won't feel remorse over it.

So I won't either. My hand snaps up. My holdout recoils. Laser singes skin and Zenden shrieks as the bolt shaves his ear. He fires on instinct and I duck sideways to avoid being shot in the head.

"Kriffing clone!" He fires off a few more shots. I drop my holdout and charge him. As we collide, I wrap my arms around his middle. My momentum is enough to topple the monster and we slam into the ground. Laser bolts ping off the ceiling. I can't let him fire wild or he'll hurt someone.

I straddle Zenden and grab his arm, trapping it against my chest as we wrestle for his blaster. He roars and hauls me over onto my side. The blaster fires wild into the back of the shop.

Boots clamor across the floor. "Get the droid, we've got him!"

I don't need your help!

Zenden writhes. My leg is trapped under him, my holdout is somewhere on the floor and Zenden outclasses me in strength, but some lowlife smuggler can't have years of military training.

"I can't get a clear shot!"

"Get out of the way!"

I ignore the cries for me to extricate myself and I slam the backend of my elbow into Zenden's nose. He recoils, roaring, and blood spurts from his nostril. I disarm him quickly while he's stunned and stick the blaster under his chin.

Zenden's dazed eyes blink open wide and meet mine. I see him shiver in fear.

"I'll be taking that droid," I mutter. Slowly, I stand up. Zenden pants on the floor with blood running down his face. I look over and Headshot's already kneeling by the droid. He gives me a thumbs up. I try not to snarl at him.

Instead, I kneel, holdout pinning Zenden all the while, and not to Headshot to the droid on. He flips the switch and the R3 flickers to life with a disgruntled beep and a spin of its dome.

Looking back, the other two wait. They're not happy. I don't really care, they're alive. And they can handle a droid. "Take him back to the General," I mutter and stand back up. Turning to Zenden, I lower the holdout to my side.

Headshot ushers the R3 out. I don't like ordering them around. I don't enjoy their presence, but this will keep everyone safe.

Zenden chances sitting up. "Should've known you were no good," he spits blood and saliva on the floor before rubbing at his bleeding nose. I drop the holdout and kick it back to him. Then I take out the credits for the droid and drop them on the floor.

"We're done here." I turn around. My own holdout waits a few feet away. I retrieve it off the scuffed floor as the other troopers vanish back to their speeder with the droid safely back in their custody.

"I won't forget you!" Zenden calls out. "Good for nothing republic scum."

Pausing, I stare out at the crowds. I am just that. Republic scum. Better Republic scum than some brainwashed droid. I should just leave the insult and go, but my fully functional Republic scum senses are telling me this guy will be a problem if I leave him here.

Zenden is halfway up when I turn. He groans and straightens up. I flick the safety off my holdout and train it on him. He's got nothing to defend himself with except that hulking body of his. I should take the shot.

But I wait. I wait to see his yellowed eyes lock onto the fact he's on the wrong end of the blaster now. I wait to see him realize what people like him, brainless drones, have done to people like me. I wait until his eyes widen, just that inch, and fill up with fear.

Then, I pull the trigger.

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"You shot him?"

I stiffen up under the spittle off the General's lips. His yellow eyes narrow close to my face. The other three are beside me.

"Yessir. He resisted."

General Nidor has the whole room at a stiff attention as I'm berated for my actions. The only creature not concerned by the display is the newly recovered R3 unit sitting in the corner waiting to be scanned.

"Resisted." The general's lips curl. I can see all his glimmering predatory teeth, sharp to a point. Perfect for tearing into unobedient troops.

I nod simply.

The general backhands across my face. The room goes quieter than a morgue. I can feel the stares of Headshot, and the other two troopers along with every other officer in the room.

"Disobey me again," Nidor hisses, "and see where it gets you. Civillians are not droids, trooper. That goes for all of you!" He snaps at the other three. I fight the urge to let my lip curl.

Civilian. The word grates on my nerves. That man was no civilian. Zenden was a threat. I know, I'm trained to find them. I'm trained to be one. And no matter what I did, those three aren't to blame for it.

My face stings, the pain keeping me from making another rash decision as I blink a few times and center myself. I manage at least to hiss a low, "Yessir."

"Dismissed." Nidor spits in my face.

I about face. Three shadows follow as I leave. My heart pumps. So much for the Jedi being peacekeepers. They might shy from war, but they certainly won't shy from violence. They're the scum. I'm just doing my job.

I blow past the guards outside. Steps pound behind me, running catch up. "Kian," Headshot calls out. He's not alone. Two other pairs of boots approach me.

A hand grabs my shoulder and I stop dead in my tracks. I turn to face–I don't know his name. The trooper with the scars. It takes a moment to realize I'm seething in his face, my shoulders heaving.

"Don't let him get under your skin."

"Raf, just leave him alone," pipes up the last trooper.

Raf, however, stares me dead in the eyes. I don't know if he's trying to make me feel better, or if that's just what he does. I cut my gaze away and jerk out of his grasp.

"Leave me alone," I mutter. "All of you."

Raf crosses his arms over his chest. "You're just like us, Kian. We're all leftovers. The Dar'Aliit. And we've all been where you are."

I don't care.

We're clones. Of course we're all the same. I know I'm not the only person without a squad. I'm not the only survivor. War is all about death. If you don't get shot, the man next to you will. But I didn't ask for a bunch of replacements.

"Leave him alone," pipes up the fourth unnamed trooper. "Raf, he's not in the mood."

"I told you, antisocial," Headshot mutters.

I ought to slug him. I keep walking instead and make a beeline for the barracks. In the hollow of my ear, my comm crackles. Kriff, I forgot I had that thing in there.

"Well, wasn't that fun," someone sighs.

I should turn off the comm. I slam the door behind myself and lean back against it instead.

"He'll come around."

"Not everyone is as level headed as you, Raf."

"I really don't know why the General stuck us together, he could've assigned us anywhere."

I look down. I know why. Because the General is a liar. And the Jedi all have this inflated sense they can fix anything. Guess that extends to broken little toy soldiers too.

"I told you why," Raf's voice cuts in. "Because we're the Dar'Aliit of the group."

Headshot pipes up. "That some fancy words for misfits?"

"No."

Raf doesn't strike me as a reg trooper. I've heard something like that term before, but it was always in a whisper on Kamino. Something people said about those guys you'd see in the halls who weren't clones, but looked deadlier than them. The Cuy Val'Dar they were called. Mandalorians. They trained only the elite.

"It means we don't have a family, or a squad anymore," Raf says.

Someone huffs. "We've got this squad. We've got each other and we've got our decee's, that's all we do need."

"General Nidor's squad of survivors then," Headshot says. "The Dar'Aliit squad."

I break from listening and shake my head. I don't care. I wouldn't be here if it had just been me on that ship. If I hadn't sent Aftermath. These guys might be survivors, but at least they didn't get their only squadmate killed.

Snatching out the comm, I toss it on the floor and crush it under my boot. I stalk to my bed and grab the helmet tucked underneath–Aftermath's. Helmet in hand, I stalk back out.

A few troopers tried to get me to accompany them to a local bar two weeks back. I told them no, but I know where it is. There at least my face means I'll blend into a crowd. There I can be alone.

And two blocks down, right around the corner from the uniforms offices there it is, a haven of drunken solitude. The blinking sign is decrepit at best, the image of a dancing Twi'lek woman dressed in well...nothing, clinging to the letters "Bar".

It'll do.

I shove in the door and find myself in what could accurately be called the backside of the universe, and trust me, it has plenty of competition for that. Waitresses in skimpy clothing wander around bringing drinks to the dull eyed of Coruscant's underbelly. I avoid any familiar gazes and slip to the bar.

A brown eyed Zeltron woman with deep red skin looks me up and down. I set Aftermath's helmet on the bar. She likely assumes it's mine by the way she's eyeing it with...the kindest term would be, respect.

"What can I get for ya?" her drawl sounds fake, but I imagine someone out there finds it cute. She leans a little too far over the bar. Not that she's not well endowed.

"Beer," I mutter, distracted, and it's not until she leaves that I can really think clearly again. I put my hand to my cheek. What stings is the resentment leftover from the literal slap in my face.

I thought General Nidor would be different maybe. He seemed like a real commander, a man with a solid head on his shoulders. Certainly not another Krell. But Jedi only come in one breed it seems.

"One beer, on the house." The Zeltron is back, as is her allure. She slides the beer in front of me and I grip the glass with the desperation of a man holding onto his senses. No wonder they all come here. She's intoxicating. Even General Nidor wouldn't last against her wiles.

I watch as the waitress moves off, her fine boned hips swaying to the sound of the quiet low beat of cantina music. I sip on the beer absentmindedly. She vanishes into the crowd. I finish a couple swigs, and knock the glass against Aftermath's helmet in a silent toast. To not caring. To being alone. To surviving another day.

#

13 BBY Naboo Resort

I should know full well better than to get drunk on technical missions. There's the whole thing of being a Commander and setting a good example. Do I care? Less each day. It's not entirely my fault anyway. We're on shore leave, sort of.

I roll over, blinking my eyes. I need a shower or I'm going to be hungover all day.

Something moves under the covers. I turn to my right and catch the faintest glimpse of loose black hair sprawled over blue shoulders and it takes every ounce of composure not to panic.

The hell is Myren doing in my room?

She's still asleep, thankfully. I glance at my bare chest and a chill runs down my spine. As quietly as possible, and as normally as possible, I slip out of bed. I don't know what happened last night. I actually don't recall anything after we got to the bar, which is usually a sign of good drinking.

I glance back. Myren's still out. I take my chance and slip into the shower to clear my head. Cold water does a lot for a hangover, and for shock. By the time I'm out and dried off, I'm halfway sure I'm just still a bit drunk.

But she's still there when I get back. I'm going to have to act natural. Not that–okay, Myren's gorgeous. I've known her for a while now because she's our intel officer. It's not that I'm blind. It's just that we work together. We're professionals.

And her clothes are definitely on my floor.

I'm not going to wake her up. I cannot let anyone on the squad know anything, so I slip to the door and leave, as casually as a man finding a woman in his bedroom can. Dross is sitting outside. My hangover is returning slowly. I can see the leftover weariness in the eyes of those lingering around.

"Morning, Commander," Dross says without really looking up.

I sit down, not too close, and lean back. "So," I look around. "Everyone okay?"

"Yessir. Kanor took Esho and they're doing laps. Clearing their heads, Kanor says."

I nod. I look down at my shoulder.

I don't remember getting a tattoo. There's one clearly emblazoned there, though. A wampa skull. I look at Dross. "What did we...do last night?"

"Well, we got drunk," Dross flips to another record. "We all got tattoos except Zur, and well," Dross cuts off there. I nod.

"Right then, well–" movement catches my eye and for the briefest moment I can see Myren sneaking out. Dross doesn't even look up.

My chest tightens unconsciously and I lean back to compensate for the nerves. "We have a party today, right?" I look at Dross. "Imperial something or other?"

"Yessir. The Gala will be held downstairs in a few hours. Is there anything you'd like to do before that?" Dross looks up, his stiff face always the perfect image of regulation. "I would advise no further drinking."

"I'll stay here," I say. "We've only got a few hours."

Zur emerges, yawning. I lean back. There's no sign of Myren anymore, so I assume she made it back to her room safely. I exhale under my breath.

I really need to stop getting drunk on missions.

#

The suit is tight and mildly itchy. I know Myren tried. She's the best out of all of us at trying, but that does not change the fact a suit is a form of torture worse than slow death. I glance back.

Myren gives me a smug look, but her eyes are lingering.

Please tell me no one else can see this. The suit is about two times hotter now. If she keeps staring, I'll cook alive in this thing.

"Who all is going to be here?" Zur asks Dross behind me.

Myren pipes up and answers for Dross. "The elite of the Empire. Admirals, Grand Admirals, perhaps even the Moffs. We will need to be on our best behavior."

"I'll try." I turn around and realize the suit is going to make it a little hard to breathe. At least, so long as I'm looking at Myren. Her dress suits her, maybe a little too well.

Someone chuckles under their breath. I want to assume it's Zur. I choose not to assume, so my wrath isn't directed at anyone, but all of them.

We'll survive this. I'll survive this, because I have to. It's just another mission. All I have to do is look like I'm not a thirty-year old, disgruntled clone commander who's seen nearly ten years of war. Can't be too hard?

We file down the carpeted and lavish hallways. This place really isn't somewhere we should be, but secretly I'm very proud of getting in here. Accounting can chalk it up to mission expenses later. We needed this.

The lower dining halls have been converted into an open-air ballroom. A woman who looks oddly...ancient, sings from a small stage. Everyone here is in uniform, or a suit. I know my team is all uniformed, mostly because they're here keeping tabs on me. Why am I always suddenly the most important man in the room when it comes to Winterfang?

Stick me in a suit of armor. Then we can talk.

Myren wasn't lying when she said Elite. I recognize a few faces, not that I'd dare interact with them. Some of the Moffs and Admirals glance back at me. There are nods, and mutual looks of respect.

This room is stifling. I need to get some air, but I can't leave until I've made something of a good impression.

"Drowning out there yet, commander?" Dross asks over comms.

I choose to ignore him. I wander, smiling as best I can, nodding to the few who glance at my scars and acknowledge I've seen far more than the inside of a pretty council room. I've seen something half these men haven't.

Thrawn is here. He too takes note of me. I put on my best grimace for him, but he's interested in an art discussion. The man has a passion for it, if nothing else. That and military tactic. He's terrifying.

In the throngs of people I've lost track of Myren, which means she also likely has lost track of me. Now's my only chance. Everyone has spread out. Jay's over by the buffet, he'll occupy himself. Dross is in polite discussion and Zur seems taken by the stranger singer.

I chart my course for the door to the patio that opens out over the beach. There's hardly anyone out here so I wander to the railing and look over the edge. It really is peaceful out here. Hard to imagine amid a world so war torn as ours. Maybe I'm jaded, or maybe I simply haven't stopped long enough to really consider what a future without war could look like.

I know I thought about it once. What was I going to do when I got out of the military? If I got out of the military? It was never a guarantee. Still isn't. I shrug off my suit jacket and am granted a brief reprieve from torture. I loop it over my arm and watch the waves crash on the shore.

"Commander."

Thrawn has appeared soundlessly at my side. Even for someone of my perception, it's enough to make me stiffen as I glance at him.

"Sir."

Thrawn smiles, somewhat cruelly. "You know full well that Myren was found an orphan, and I helped raise her. Correct?"

"Uh," my brain racks for the information. I've read her dossier. I've read hundreds of dossiers. I never committed them to memory. "Yessir," I mutter eventually.

"Good. And you should know that while she has tried to assure me of nothing untoward, she is rather obvious, when she looks at you."

My face is heating up under my skin. Both of them, how do they do this? I look down at the waves and keep my posture and expression even.

"After all," Thrawn's voice is cool. "I taught her to lie."

I swallow, but I've been faced with tougher situations. I keep myself stiff, still, and wait for him to break the silence.

"What are your intentions with my daughter?"

"Sir," I snap to look at him and realize I've made the first mistake. Thrawn arches an eyebrow.

I clamp my lips together firm and resort to a grimace. "To keep her safe, sir."

"Good." Thrawn turns around. "Do your best, Commander."

As his steps recede, my commlink pings me and I realize I've forgotten it was there.

"Commander?" Zur is asking for me. I flush redder than I think I ever have. Thankfully there's no one to see it.

"Commander?"

"What?"

"I learned some...information. I'm going to follow up on it."

"Sure," I shake my head. My team knows what they're doing. "Inform me of the results later."

"Copy that, sir."

I turn around. Esho is sitting there with a plate and one leg crossed over the other. She smiles at me.

"Come out here to escape the crowds, Uncle Kian?"

"Yeah."

"I see you already wormed out of the suit." Esho laughs. She's in a dress too, her and Myren went shopping yesterday.

"It was hot!"

Esho laughs. "Myren's still inside. I'm pretty sure she's talking to everyone if you wanna find her."

"I don't—" I look down at Esho and she smirks. She looks like her father when she does that. Which goes to say she looks like every clone I've ever known.

I sigh and dump the jacket on the back of her chair. "Keep an eye on that."

"Yessir!" Esho salutes and goes back to eating.

I wander back inside. I have to try. After some wandering conversations, though, my trying is mostly failing. I have little tolerance for needless bureaucracy and that's all they talk about.

"Kian." Myren walks over in the midst of my conversation with a Grand Moff who's likely as old as the republic itself. I turn.

Myren smiles apologetically for interrupting. She puts her hand on my arm. "Care to dance?"

Dance. I stare at her.

Myren just nods and her hand slips down my bicep, to my forearm, and she finds my hand. And like that, she's leading me away. I've heard of dancing. I might've tried my hand a couple of times. Plenty of bars around have pretty girls to dance with.

But this isn't some barmaid, this is Myren.

She smiles as I somehow manage not to fumble the whole thing and we fall into a rather easy step. At least the music is slow. As we turn, though, I make eye contact with Jay.

Guilt flashes over his face. He's still by the buffet. I glare at him and try to pull Myren in another direction but it only gives me a full view of the rest of my team, lined up, and watching. My teeth grit.

I'm going to kill them.

Slowly.

In their sleep.

I glower at their insinuating grins. This isn't what it looks like. I wish commlinks had telepathy built in, but it would be no good. My insistence would be drowned out by the rest of the thoughts clogging up my head.

Is this what comes after the war?

Myren smiles as we step to the side. My scowl relaxes unconsciously and I smile back, timidly, afraid to even ask myself the biggest question of all. I'm a clone. I'm a soldier. I'm fighting a war. That's the truth and reality of the matter. But I know I had dreams once.

Will this one last?

Can it?

[doodlboy]

Is this cannon?? No, but it looks extremely cool-

[bumpscosity]

(Not the buyer) for those who don’t know this doll isn’t even supposed to be announced until the 22nd and the listing looks totally genuine.

No other series 4 dolls (the series of this doll) have been posted ANYWHERE else, not on mercari, not on poshmark, NOT EVEN ON EBAY. There has been no talks about any stores accidentally stocking them or anything, how did Cheryl from mercari get their hands on this WEEKS before it’s even gonna be announced

[bugeater101]

Truth or Dare?, pt. 1

Synopsis: Minho and you played a game of Truth or Dare, and when you don't comply with the rules and refuse to obey your orders as a loser, you must face the consequences.

Content: SMUT !!!! slkfsdlkjf anyways. sub!reader x dom!Minho, fem!reader, perv!minho, best friends to lovers, school au, mentions of weed, mentions of masturbation (f. and m.), discussion of dick size, sex toys, Minho's an ass man (and i stand by that!!!!), panty sniffing, as always the reader is curvy/plus size but it doesn't really play into the plot but Minho's super hot for her obviously, suggestive content, slight fluff if you squint ig.

Word Count: 6.8k

Author's notes: I've been playing with this idea for a while and I'm so excited to finally put pen to paper! I hope you enjoy this mini series (should only be 2/3 parts, depending on how long I decide to make them) and they will be all out fairly shortly since I intend to release them a day after another. Even though the characters in this fic are portraying students, it is just like my Han fic, Public Display of Affection. Meaning that both characters are 18+. Please, do not interact with my work if you are a minor. Thank you everyone and enjoy!

Edit: Originally, when leeknow's... size was discussed, it was wayyyy too big. So I have (sadly) shrunk him a bit. The story does not change at all other than that detail!

Taglist: @scribblemetae, @mygsis, @9900z, @taekbokki

part 1, part 2, part 3

"Truth or dare?" Minho questioned as he undid his tie, freeing himself from his school uniform

"Hmmm... truth!" you answered, leaning your head on your hand that was supported by a layer of forgotten homework on the table below.

"What's your opinion on Mr. Nam?" Minho questioned, making you squeal with laughter and make him laugh too.

"Oh my God!" You hollered as you fell back, laying on the ground in fits of giggles as Minho clapped. The secrets and rumours surrounding Mr. Nam made him a living legend, a feared yet benevolent dictator at your school. You sat up and cleared your throat, containing yourself as you cleaned some of the work that you had scattered off your table.

"He's a total snob, and I do believe the rumour that he's gay and called off his engagement to elope with the former Phys. Ed. coach," you responded, finally answering his question.

"No way!" Minho shouted back, amused at your response. "Not possible! I total believe the one that he got the former drama teacher pregnant but that it turned out to be a hysterical pregnancy because she wanted him to leave his fucking wife." You snickered at his assertion, loving how he entertained the beloved "Nam Theories" just as much as you did.

"Good for her. I always respect a woman who knows what she wants," you remarked with satire in your tone. With a nod to your homework, you silently suggested to Minho to return to the task at hand. The schoolwork had piled up throughout the week, waiting for you two to try and tackle it all in one day as you usually did. You too always did schoolwork at your house after Thursdays, shut away in your bedroom and attempting to diminish the growing pile of work before the weekend began.

Throughout the years of friendship between you two, your bedroom had become a safe haven for Minho, adorned in memories you two had gathered throughout your years of schooling and bathed in sunlight that pour in from your skylight and west-facing windows. Minho also just liked being close to you in general, watching you giggle at his jokes, toppling over at the melodramatic responses he gave and giving him a chance to sneak a peak up your skirt or down your shirt.

Okay, yeah. There's that.

So he had a crush on you. Big deal. Everyone in the school did. He loved how your personality reflected his mischievous ways and adored the way you smiled at everything he said, yet remained stone-faced with everyone else. Plus, you were obviously well-endowed to the point that the school uniform didn't fit you as conservatively as it should have, but you didn't mind (or you chose not to notice). You two had other friends but were just closer with each other, which was how Minho liked it, especially when he got to be in your room with you exclusively once a week; it was a gift. Sometimes, you two played games to distract from the mountainous pile of work, like today. Other times, too even cuddled together while watching a movie to finish the evening off. He enjoyed holding you, having you play with your hair, your tits pressing against his arm, your thighs crushing his hands to keep them warm, and... God... your ass was just perfect.

He loved when you laughed like this now, cackling and bending over from fits of giggles, giving him the perfect opportunity to stare at your pretty body. Now, however, you wanted to stop playing games and get back to work, which was never fun in Minho's opinion. It was sometimes annoying that you were always the more diligent one of the two of you, even though you always kept him on track.

"Booooo," Minho pouted, laying his face on the coffee table that you used to study on. He kicked you under the table as you both sat on the floor, nudging you and making you smack him back. "C'mon! Let's keep playing! It's your turn!" He protested.

"No, Minho," you scorned him. "We have this test next week and we have to study for it."

"Please, God, no, kill me now," he cried out, burying his face in the workload. "C'mon, please?! We can make it interesting?" You stopped scribbling on your work and silence filled the room. Minho smirked: you could never resist a good bet.

"...What kind of bet are you thinking of?" You responded, not lifting your face from the work.

"Oh, so now you want to play," Minho mused, sitting up and leaning against the wall behind him.

"Shut up and set the rules," you groaned at him, tossing a pen at his chest and grabbing a new writing utensil.

"Ah! Christ, okay," he laughed, blocking the pen with his forearms. "Hmm let's see..." he leaned his head back and thought to the annoying tapping of your pencil.

"Ooh! I got it!" He shouted, making you jump. A maniacal smile spread across his face as he rubbed his hands like an evil mastermind.

"Why do I feel like I made a dumb decision," you pondered out loud, sighing at his ridiculousness. Minho cleared his throat, pretending as if he was making a huge announcement to an anxious crowd rather than to the singular annoyed you.

"This round of truth or dare will be like no other! The questions will be aggressive, dangerous, and downright inappropriate for any normal game," he mimicked a posh accent, acting as if he was speaking some royal decree into effect, "Additionally, this game will have raised stakes! If one refuses to answer the question of truth or do the dare, that individual will be forced to do anything that the victor— i.e. the person who gave them the request—demands of them. And, the loser will do it without question. If the loser refuses or does not comply, the victor gets to punish them any way they deem fit."

You thought for a moment about the terms of the agreement, crossing your arms at Minho's proposition.

"Anything I want you to do, you'll have to do it?" You questioned.

"Precisely," Minho nodded. You blew some air out before looking back at him.

"What did you mean by 'punish the loser any way they deem fit?'" You raised your eyebrows, concerned about that portion of the rules.

Minho shrugged, "I dunno. It could be anything, like a horrible prank or even spreading a rumour about the loser or something. Anything you set your mind to."

You shivered slightly. What would such a punishment resemble? However, the idea of winning and making Minho do something so embarrassing—or something even worse if he was defiant against you—was too sweet.

You shrugged. "Fuck it." You stuck your hand out and Minho reached out to grab it and gave it a firm shake. "I've been wanting to start a rumour anyways that Mr. Nam was having an affair with you. This will be a great opportunity."

"Wait, what?" Minho looked taken back as he released your hand, making you giggle.

"Don't worry, I'll be incredibly benevolent as a victor. The rumour will say you ended it."

"You forget that I will reign triumphant," Minho retorted, making you snort.

"In your dreams," you sneered back. "Anyways," you leaned on your palms, staring back at Minho. "Go for it."

"What are you talking about, dumbass? It's your turn in 'Truth or Dare.'" Minho crossed his arms in annoyance and rolled his eyes back, making you chuckle.

"Fine, I'll start this show then," you giggled, pretending to be annoyed that you got to begin this game of dares. You thought for a moment, glancing up and looking around. Though you took long, Minho didn't mind. Not only did get to prolong his humiliation for picking truth or dare, but he got to stare at your tits while you absent-mindedly arched your back, causing the buttons of your uniform to stretch against your chest.

"Ooh! Okay! I got it," you snapped back into reality and leaned forward, ruining Minho's view and his good time. "Truth or dare."

"Truth," Minho's response was almost automatic, choosing something safe for his first round.

"What..." you let the tension build as you placed your elbows on the table and then cradled your head in your palms, "is your cock size?"

Minho gagged a bit on nothing, not expecting you to be so forward and taking out the big questions on your first round. He cleared his throat and stared at you before awkwardly laughing

"Damn, really?"

"Why, too scared to respond?" You egged him on, sitting straight again and looking at him like he was a coward who refused to fight in a war.

"Not on the first round, no!" He defended.

"Well, then answer! May I remind you that you were the one who set the rules of the game!" You shot back. Minho leaned back and smiled at you as his face turned slightly red. He glanced away, too embarrassed to meet your gaze.

Never, ever had you seen Minho blush. He was so flustered, genuinely embarrassed by your question! You would never admit it, but he looked kind of cute being so taken back as someone who was normally so forward.

Minho cleared his throat before muttering something.

"What was that?!" You shouted at him with a dramatic hand to your ear, hoping to catch what he said. Minho shot you a look in an attempt to scare you but to no avail. Instead, you looked back at him with a devilish grin. "I'm waittinggggg," you chanted in a sing-song voice.

"Seven inches, okay?!" He shot back, turning his head to you and making deadly eye contact. Your hands immediately flew to your mouth and your eyes shot wide, surprised at his confidence and the fact that he responded at all. Silenced crept in again before you shook your head in disbelief.

"No... way..." you whispered. "You are not packing that much, not you! No!" Minho nodded as your hands slowly held your heart, acting like someone who just heard the most tragic news.

"That's kind of a dick thing to say," he scolded you.

"I—I'm sorry, I'm genuinely just like... shocked I guess?" You laughed before you began blushing too. "Damn, good job!"

"I already regret encouraging you to play this game," he sighed, shaking his head.

"Does that mean you secede?" You questioned teasingly.

"No! Especially not after I told you my dick size," he said. "God, it's my turn anyway."

"Fine, fine," you gathered yourself, smoothing your skirt and beginning to loosen the school tie that made you feel claustrophobic. "Go for it." Minho thought for a second before looking back at you, his face finally losing its redness

"Truth or dare?"

"Seven inches..." you whispered.

"Y/N!!!" He shouted.

"Yes, fine!" You giggled. "Dare!"

Minho smirked at you. "Wrong choice." Suddenly, you felt your stomach become queasy. You didn't like the glimmer in his eye nor the way he licked his lips. You agreed with him: you had definitely made the wrong choice. Minho stared at you for a second longer, admiring how wide your eyes went at his words, enjoying how you realized that you have brought upon your own demise.

"Show me the most embarrassing thing you own," he stated with a nod.

Dread washed over you and your face became a deep red.

"No... please... anything but that..." you whispered out, flustered at the request. Minho just laughed.

"Though I love to hear you beg for mercy," he chuckled, "rules are rules. Are you going to comply, or are you going to take your punishment?" You felt your throat go dry at his words. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, huh? Either show him the thing you were most ashamed of or be subjected to a slave-like status, forced to do his bidding.

You went with the former.

Wordlessly, you rose from your spot and turned around to go to your bed across the room.

"Ooooo," Minho called. "I'm excited!!!"

"At least one of us is," you mumbled back loud enough for him to hear.

"What's Y/n's little guilty pleasure, hmm?" He teased, his playful tone ringing in your ears. You knew your shameful secrets, you just didn't want anyone else—especially your best friend—to know them, too. You sat beside your bed and bent down, reaching deeply underneath the frame to pull out something tucked closely to the wall. It took a long time to pull out what you were looking for, but Minho didn't mind: he was more engrossed in listening to your little groans and watching your skirt ride up your thighs, your back arching just enough to stick your backside out at him and have the bottom of your ass show. He licked his lips, hoping that you'd stay a little longer in the position as he felt his cock grow in his pants.

Sadly, you had found what you were looking for and shot back up. Your eyes gazed at the black shoebox in your hands, wondering if you were really going to complete this dare. Yet, Minho's words rang in your ears: are you going to comply, or are you going to take your punishment? It was obvious that feeling guilt now would be better than any future retribution.

You stood up and walked back to the table, sitting cross-legged on the floor and holding the box in your hands before looking back at Minho. His eyes were amused, enjoying your guilty expression and the flushed nature of your face.

"Don't tell me the biggest shame you own is an ugly pair of heels or some weed or something," he taunted, his frustrating giggles filling the room again.

Then, you remembered. Minho could still lose this game, and maybe your own boldness could scare him away. If your embarrassment couldn't get you to win, maybe your bravery could.

You smiled up at him, your expression quickly making suspicion replace his amusement.

Ripping the top of the box off, you flung the lid across the room and threw the container on the table, cascading papers across the surface and leaving the contents of the box on display.

Minho's eyes went wide and his face immediately became crimson again. He couldn't believe what his eyes were feasting on, unsettled by your sudden act of courage and the sudden tightness of his pants.

Various sex toys were displayed in front of him: dildos ranging from smaller sizes to enormous lengths, assorted vibrators with numerous settings and sizes, butt plugs, handcuffs, and flogs, just to name a few. Minho's felt uneasy by the sight, but also incredibly turned on.

Somehow, he was a bit angry too. Maybe it was because he knew that you had violated your pussy in countless ways before he's even had the chance to even taste you. Though the thought of you touching yourself with all these toys made him jealous, his mind also relished the fact that these toys had been used on you. He even briefly considered picking on up and licking it, choking on the fake cock, hoping to get a taste of your cunt that lingered on the silicone or glass.

Yet, to your eyes, he remained stagnant, supposedly shocked to stillness by the exposing state you just put yourself in. You laughed at his astounded expression.

"You can touch them if you want, by the way, " you giggled as you picked up your biggest cock. "They're clean. I always clean them after I use them." Minho's eyes followed you, watching you stroke the cock teasingly as if you were studying every artificial vein with the eye of an artist. Your finger traced the ridges of the dick before slamming it on the table, sticking the suction cup to the wooden surface and causing Minho to jolt back at the agility of your actions. He became hypnotized by the swaying phallus, fixating his eyes on it. Slowly, he tore his gaze away to watch you study the other contents of the box.

"You can always quit the game," you stated with a straight face before placing a glass dick along with a butterfly vibrator on the table. Minho shook his head, finally snapping out of his trance.

"What?!" he shouted, his face straight.

"Well, if you were shocked by my answer," you studied a glass butt plug before placing it back in its box, "then there's no saying how you'll react to the next questions I ask."

"Well... that's— I-I can't even—" Minho scoffed but it was obvious that he was still stumped by your reveal. Could he beat you in this game? He so desperately wanted to win, but he still had to survive his next turn, and then yours after. And, with what just happened, there's a possibility he can fail on your turn. Not to mention the hardness of his cock and the disappointment he feels knowing that your toys were clean and not coated in your juices clouded his mind.

However, he had to remain focused. His diligence had to override yours, he had to win this game as the defeat could be so bitter in so many ways. So, with a clearing of his throat and a wipe of his brow, he looked back at you who still examined your various toys and was beginning to put them away.

"It's my turn," he mumbled at you, making you acknowledge his existence for the first time in a bit. "Ask me: truth or dare."

You looked back at him for a second before placing the last toy back in the box and moving it to the side of the table, not placing the lid back on it and torturing Minho with a view of everything that had stuffed your pussy or ass or teased your clit and inevitably made you cum. It pained him to know that none of those toys were him, but he was pleased knowing that the size of your biggest dildo at least resembled the measurements of his cock. God, you knew his cock size now. He had thankfully forgotten for a brief second before the memories of minutes before came flooding back. Goddammit! Now he was hard thinking about you struggling to take it, having to work your way up to that size and still barely managing to squeeze it into your little pussy. Fuck, he had to focus!

Minho shook his head as he looked back at you, trying to shake the thoughts from his mind and avoid the box to his right. Your eyes showed your enjoyment of his suffering as you leaned on your hand, studying his expression just as you studied the toys moments before.

After a moment of silence, you finally spoke.

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare," he immediately answered to his regret.

You laughed. Really laughed. Like, leaned back and cackled like a super villain.

Fuck. He made the wrong decision.

You stared back at him

"Let me see it," you stated.

"W... what are you talking about?"

"Your cock. Let me see it."

Okay, so Minho was surprised by you a few times already today.

But this took the cake.

"You wanna see my cock?"

You laughed out, yet his expression showed his true concern at your dare.

"Yeah You see, you're sporting seven inches hard, and I know for a fact that you're rock solid right now." Minho's embarrassment skyrocketed, horrified that you knew of the state of his cock and more worried that you might know that you were the one who caused it. "You always get that weird look whenever you have a boner, and I'm assuming seeing all these sex toys and maybe it just fucked with your male hormones or something."

Oh. Minho forgot for a second who he was talking to. Thank God you were too dumb to realize that it was what those toys represented that made him hard. That it wasn't the fact that there were just sex toys around, but that it was because he knew you used them. But, you always assumed that he was just like other guys. Even when you two went into that sex shop for shits and giggles one time, you supposed his awkwardness was because of all the fleshlights and pornstars on the wall. In reality, Minho couldn't handle the shop because everything made him think of you. Constricting you in that red harness which hung the wall, edging you for hours with that fat vibrator stuffed up your cunt, gagging you with the various ball-gags in the shop—it was all too much. With his mouth going dry and his pants unable to hide his growing hard-on, the shop quickly became an unsafe location for him. He left unexpectedly and you teased him for weeks after about it, starting a rumour that he was a prude and a virgin who couldn't handle even discussing sex— none of which being true. Minho didn't mind, however; he'd rather you'd think he was a stiff than a slag who was desperate to fill your holes with his fingers, cock, and toys. Plus, he was plenty happy with the happy fantasizing about you and all that stuff in the shop in his free time.

But now... this was different. Now, you were making him put his cards on the table, or fold. Either show you his cock or succumb to your whims, practically becoming your male odalisque instantaneously. Though at this point either option sounded insane to him, he still preferred to have the upper hand.

His eyes met yours, yours burned back into his, and he decided that it was time you saw how similar your larger toys were to him.

To your shock, Minho stood up and frantically began unzipping his dress pants, knowing that if he was too slow he'd psych himself out. His dress shirt came out next, Minho pulling it out of its previously neatly tucked form and freeing the wrinkled fabric. Then, with a single tug, his pants were just low enough to reveal the top of his boxers. Soon his cock would be out and he would be done this—

"STOP!" You yelped.

For the first time since he started undressing, Minho looked at you. Your expression was confusing, a mixture of holding back laughter and genuinely horrified.

"I..." you began, "I didn't think you'd actually do it... holy fuck you want to win." You began laughing loudly, making Minho pull up his pants to cover his boxers.

"You mean to tell me that you just wanted to see if I actually would do it?" he spat. "You dumbass this is literally truth or dare! If I don't comply I lose, you get that?!"

"Yes!" You laughed, "But I couldn't actually make you do it! I can't see your penis! I trust your seven inches and all but I don't want this to be how I see your dick, okay dude?"

"What the hell do you mean by that?" Minho argued back, aggressively zipping up his pants and crashing to the floor, pissed and ready to move on with the game.

You glanced away, "Nothing, don't worry. Just... let's move on okay? That counts as your turn."

"You're damn right that counts as my turn," he mumbled as he re-rolled his sleeves. "Can't believe I almost just showed my cock to win this fucking thing. Let's end this." You didn't like the sound of that. If Minho meant that and you just put him through hell, then what would he subject you to?! What diabolical things could he make you do, or make you admit to? Worse, what if you lose? Your mind starts to panic and you barely hear Minho speak those terrifying words.

"Y/N!" He shouted.

"What?!" You replied, snapping out of your worries.

"I said, 'Truth or dare?'" That stupid fucking mischievous smile came up on his face again.

No matter what you chose you were screwed. What could be worse: truth or dare? Goddamit!

"Truth... no, dare!" You corrected. "Wait..."

"Tick tock, y/n," he urged.

"Goddamit! Dare!" You shot back. "Final answer!"

You believed that this was the better choice. It was better to do something than have to admit to anything, right? Then you met his eyes again, the crescent moon shapes indicating his happiness at your choice.

...Ah.

Fucked. You were fucked.

"I want you," he leaned forward and shoved the box to his right onto the centre again, scattering some of your homework off the edge table, "to show me how you use these."

No. Fucking. Way.

Your immediate response was to laugh. Why wouldn't you? Being who he was, Minho was probably just getting back at you for the last dare you gave him. But why was he so worked up? You got him out of it and it was just a little prank. You didn't really want to see his cock because of a stupid dare, so he wouldn't want to watch you play with yourself in return turn.

Wouldn't he?

"I'm not joking, Y/N," Minho stated, straight-faced.

Your laughter was cut short, the room filling with silence.

"Oh God..." you mumbled. "You're actually serious, aren't you!?"

"You're damn right I'm serious," he replied. For the first time, Minho reached into the black shoebox and pulled out your toys. His imitation of you was impeccable, matching exactly how you studied the fake cocks and butt plug before placing them down in front of your still figure. As you watched his motions, a cocktail of fear, embarrassment, and overwhelming anxiety filled you. He was like a mob boss deciding what method of torture to use on you. "It's my turn. First, you show me these toys— some of which your perverted self probably bought when we hung out together at the mall and you snuck off! Then, you make me think you wanna see my cock, know what I'm packing, see if you can take it or some shit, and then make me stop?" He spat, "Heh. I don't fucking think so." He slammed down a vibrator on the table, making you shiver. You looked so small across from him, your nipples peaking through your shirt and your hands nervously fiddling with the edge of your skirt. Minho chuckled again. He knew what he was saying was on the money, that what he spoke wasn't an accusation, but a statement of fact.

"You're a bit scared, aren't you?" You nodded as a response, not daring to utter a word. He erupted in laughter. "Good! I hope you're terrified."

"M-Minho, you can't do this!" You protested, "I didn't make you show me your dick, I was just fooling around, but this is ridiculous! You can't make me—"

"Do you want to lose?" He shot back, quieting you instantly. "You know the consequences if you do." You did know. What would he make you do as retribution for your non-compliance? You dared not to think of it.

Instead, you occupied your mind with the various toys laid out in front of you. In an attempt to calm yourself, you began calculating the amount it all added up to. How much money have you spent on each one? How much time have you spent scouring the internet for them? How many hours have you spent using them? Unintentionally, your mind became filled again with the unbearable memories of how these toys made you feel, how you know they can make you feel, and how strangely good you felt after Minho's little speech just now. What the fuck were you going to do?

Finally, you glanced up at Minho's eyes, meeting them for the first time in what felt like forever.

"No," you said, "I don't plan on losing." Minho respected your courage, yet his smirk suggested he was calling your bluff.

The spread of the phallic objects and other various suggestive shapes in front of you gave you plenty of options, but you opted for the bunny vibrator, snatching it quickly and decisively so you couldn't hesitate on doing what you had to do.

"Fine choice," Minho muttered in response to your action. You rolled your eyes at him and then sat up on your knees, placing the vibrator beside you on the floor. You leaned forward slightly, giving Minho a perfect view of your cleavage from your unbuttoned top, though you took this position to attempt to give yourself some sense of privacy. Your hands ran up the back of your thighs tentatively, careful to not ride your skirt up too much. As your hands found the hem of your panties, you quickly pulled them down, not wanting to stay in this embarrassing position any longer. Minho let out a small yelp from across the table, indicating to you that he was excited by your exposure. Sitting back on your spread knees, you held your white lace panties between your thumb and index finger. Looking back at Minho, you saw him lick his lips and noticed his stiff posture. His cock was just as tense as the rest of his body and you knew it. You would enjoy how torturous this would be for him. You dropped your panties to your side. Picking up the vibrator on your other side, you looked up at Minho one last time before you would ruin any last shred of dignity you had remaining.

"Last chance to back out," Minho stated. Your face was just as blank as his, attempting to hide any lingering regret or the horniness either of you was experiencing.

You clicked the vibrator on, the low hum filling the room.

"I'm not backing out."

With your tongue already out, you placed the tip of the vibrator on the muscle and wet it with your spit. Minho took a deep inhale at the site, watching you hum slightly at the sensation. God, were you really going to do this? Both of you worried the same thing, wondering how far this game was going to go.

"Stop... stop teasing the tip," Minho said dryly. "Go on, show me how you work your little pretty pussy." Your heart tightened at the words, feeling stupid that your panties weren't there to absorb the wetness growing between your thighs.

"Let me take my time, Minho," you whispered back, making him moan lowly at your response. You chuckled at him. "Don't worry baby, I like it slow."

What had this game become between you two?

"If you take too long, you're going to lose by default," he responded, leaning forward, palms flat on the table and his hard-on clearly visible in his pants. He was getting antsy and it amused you, though you knew how serious your predicament was.

"That's not fair," you tutted, attempting to act dominant in a situation where you were clearly pitted against. "I can't do it right if I go too fast." You pouted slightly, letting the drool-covered vibrator buzz in your hands.

Minho shook his head, "Do it now or take your punishment."

Now it was your turn to gulp. He was serious.

You nodded, glancing down to your spread knees, your only privacy your school skirt, then at the buzzing bunny in your hands. Though you couldn't see him, you could feel Minho's look seethe into you, his breath heavy. At a snail's pace, your hands began to move the toy lower and lower. One hand parted from the object, caressing your thighs before lightly grasping the edge of your skirt. You pushed the hem higher and higher, raising the skirt to your mid-thighs as the toy continued pushing downward. Suddenly, you found Minho's hand touching yours, the one that held the vibrator, guiding it down to your cunt.

"C'mon, show me..." he whispered, a mixture of a beg and a demand. "I know you can, y/n."

His entire body was stretched across the table, face-to-face with you, noses and foreheads almost touching as you both stared down past your tits and tummy to the rising fabric with the vibrator as a guide. So close, the space closing and closing until finally your skirt was bunched so much it almost showed your soaked pussy. Minho could feel himself drooling, his hand upping the speed on the vibrator until it violently buzzed in his and your hands. Your chest rose and fell quickly with the speed of your breath, confusing Minho as he tried to watch your entire body at once. The toy now was only a few inches from you, your pussy still covered by your skirt, but one final movement and—

"WAIT!" You shouted, scaring Minho and causing him to collapse on the table and making you fall back. The vibrator was flung across the room and you scurried to cover yourself, pulling your skirt down. Minho groaned at the impact of the fall on his chest, his hand cradling his ribs as he closed his eyes in pain.

"Oh-oh my God, Minho!" You sputtered out, clamouring over to him and picking up his face in both of your hands and looking up at him. "I-I'm so sorry! Are you okay? How are you feeling?"

Minho shook his head, "Uhh... fine, I think...." he slowly pushed off the table, sitting back against the wall and across the table from you again.

"I'm sorry about that," you quickly apologized, "I just got a little... I just think that dare was too much, maybe... I don't know... I—"

"Don't apologize," Minho looked up at you, sincerity deep in his voice. "It was intense, and you don't have to do it if you don't want to."

You opened your mouth to say something again, another apology you suppose, before shutting it and nodding, silently appreciating his understanding. Slowly Minho rose, stretching and rolling his neck back.

"Are you okay?" You asked. He nodded.

"I'm fine, just a little sore." He walked around a bit, stretching his legs that had almost fallen asleep from the long period of sitting on the floor. "Are you okay?" You nodded, watching him cross the room so now he stood across the carpet from you.

"Yes, I'm fine." Minho nodded at your response and then looked down beside him to the humming bunny. The buzzing hadn't ceased: the vibrator still bounced aggressively beside him. He looked down at it then at you.

Abruptly, you became extremely embarrassed. God, what the fuck did you just do!? Minho smiled at your reddening face before bending down to pick up the toy. He shut it off and then looked up at you, waving the toy in your direction. With a smirk, he tossed it back in the box before sauntering over to you and sticking his hand out. The last of your pride was already torn to shreds after that debacle, you might as well let him help you up. You grabbed his hand and jumped up with the support. Yet, you didn't realize that your legs had fallen asleep, and you stumbled into Minho. Quickly grasping the small of your back while his other hand remained intertwined with yours, Minho caught you and let you stumble into him.

It was quiet for a moment, the seconds passing as you stood like two dancers frozen in a performance. He smiled at you, and you smiled back. Then, he ruined the moment.

"You won't be fine for long," he whispered. Confusion hit you first, then, after a brief moment of thinking, you realized what his words meant. Horror swept across your face.

"I... I lost..." you muttered.

"Yep," Minho said, his hand rubbing your back, "and I won."

You gulped. "What will you make me do?"

Minho chuckled, "Nothing too bad." His hand continued to stroke your back, calming you in this moment of terror. "Just want to show you off, is all." The sound of that made your knees weaker than they already were.

His hand began to rub lower and lower down your torso before caressing the curve of your ass through your skirt. You hiccuped at the feeling, realizing how close you two were with him holding you like this. Minho leaned into you, lips touching the curve of your ear.

"Do you feel me, y/n?" He asked, "Do you feel how good you make you feel?" You did. It was undeniable that you felt him through his pants. He was still so hard, aching to be buried in you, and you realized how much you actually would enjoy his seven inches, the slight curve of his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly. You were a fool to think that it was just the toys and all that stuff getting Minho hard: it was you.

You tightened your grip on him.

"W-What will you make me do, Minho?" You asked again, hoping that it wouldn't be as embarrassing as this moment was.

"I know exactly what I want. Do you know what you want, y/n?" he asked, his breath tickling your ear. You buried your face in his neck.

"I don't know..." Your voice came out as a hushed mumble, your shyness making him smile. He could be sweet if he wanted, ease your self-consciousness and feed your begs by letting you not experience the suffering he had in store.

But Minho wasn't nice. He wasn't sweet and only was if he wanted to be. And right now, it seemed like charity was the furthest thing on his mind.

"You look so pretty right now, without your panties on," Minho's hand slowly bunched your skirt up, clasping the fabric underneath his wrist as his fingers played with and caressed your ass. Whimpering at his touch, you realized how wet you still were, how much you needed him. That almost went away with the words he spoke next.

"I wonder if you want everyone else to see you like this." The world stopped for a moment, fear freezing your body.

"...what?" you muttered, glancing at him.

Minho hummed, "I wonder how long you could stand not wearing panties." Minho pulled back his hand from your back and moved away from you, making you ache to feel his cock again. He cupped your chin and forced you to face him "You'd like that, wouldn't you baby?" You were too stunned to speak. Could he really make you do that? What would happen if you didn't comply?

"Minho... please.." you begged. Minho chuckled and separated away from you, making you drag your reach out for him. He walked towards the table and started gathering his homework in his bag, picking up every last scattered paper that was his.

"Now, now, y/n you knew the rules and you still obeyed," he tutted. "Tomorrow at school: no underwear, shorts, tights: anything. I don't want anything covering your pussy or your thick ass." He looked up at you, staring deeply into your wide eyes. "I want to be able to bend you over any time I want and enjoy the view." He looked down to check if he had forgotten anything, and he did. The white lace of your panties peaked through a flipped-over notebook, almost escaping his searching gaze. Minho picked them up gingerly, smirking at you as he stood up straight. Balling them up and sniffing them lightly, Minho basked in your scent before dropping them in his bag and zipping it tightly shut. "You won't be needing these, will you, y/n?" He asked. "You'll get them back when you've been good."

He walked up to you and patted you on the head before bending down and meeting your eyes. You had said nothing, stunned to a motionless figure at what was happening.

"But..." you muttered out, meeting his eyes. "But I've been good..."

"Not good enough," he laughed out. With a lean, he kissed the top of your forehead before patting you again. He stood straight and walked past you. Your gaze followed him towards the door of your bedroom, watching him turn the knob and swing the door open. Before taking another step, he stopped and turned back towards you.

"See you tomorrow, y/n!" Happiness and monotony layered his voice, making one think that what just happened was a regular occurrence and that what was to come wasn't out of the ordinary either. Minho turned again and walked out, closing the door behind him and beginning his journey home.

Silence filled the room as you looked at the mess around you before turning back towards the shut door.

"Tomorrow... no panties... nothing..." you recited. Your mouth was dry and you felt lightheaded. Oh, fuck... what were you going to do?!

"See you tomorrow, Minho."

continued in part 2