#army tw

[jaceeverett]

TASK #25 YOUR SONG

FEEL GOOD -- matt maeson.

i think it's time that you crawl back home, son fire's still scorching, you've been scorned & you look abused did you get out all of that angry passion? is it still formin'? has it started to torture you?

NORTHERN ATTITUDE -- noah kahan ft. hozier.

if i get too close and i'm not how you hoped forgive my northern attitude oh, i was raised out in the cold

EAST SIDE OF SORROW -- zach bryan.

18 years old, full of hate they shipped me off in a motorcade they said, "boy you're gonna fight a war you don't even know what you're fighting for"

[halfwcytohell]

this just in! JAVIER REYES RUIZ has just been spotted in town. Wait. You don’t know who HE is? the FIFTY year old CAPTAIN AT FIREHOUSE 7 has been in town for, like, FORTY YEARS. they’re known to be quite RESTLESS, but being DISCIPLINED seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble DANNY PINO. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those MORNING RUNS BECAUSE HE’S ALWAYS UP BEFORE DAWN, PERFECTLY IRONED UNIFORMS, A RINGING IN HIS EARS THAT WON’T GO AWAY, TRYING HIS BEST TO BE A FAMILY MAN, WEARING THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD ON HIS SHOULDERS vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around DOWNTOWN long enough!

javier reyes was born and raised in dallas, texas to a stay at home mother and a soldier father.

he grew up very disciplined and with a strong work ethic. jr always looked up to his father and wanted to be just like him.

caused his father’s death, and javi’s mom was never the same after that. the two moved to clearwater for a fresh start. javier ended up being more of the parent than his mom was, effectively raising himself from that point on.

after graduating high school, he knew what he was going to do. at eighteen, jr enlisted in the army, where he spent most of his life going on multiple tours overseas.

after his first tour, jr came home for a bit, which was when he met the man who would later become his fiance. being gay in the military wasn’t really something that was accepted or spoken about, so jr kept his relationship a secret from both his family and his colleagues.

though they never married, jr and his fiance started a family together, welcoming a set of fraternal twins (one girl and one boy) into the world. jr’s best friend donated her eggs to them and biologically, he’s the father to both children.

when the kids were in middle school, jr retired from the military and started training to be a firefighter so he could stay stateside to be with his family.

readjusting to civilian life was hard on jr, and it had an effect on his relationship. though they tried to work things out, all of the years of secrecy and time apart had taken its toll, and by the time their kids were started high school, they were broken up. (their kids are seniors in high school now)

though he’s dated on and off since, jr hasn’t found anyone else he’s wanted to commit to, sticking to casual dating and one night stands to fill the void.

work wise, he’s worked hard and gone through the ranks, becoming the captain at firehouse 7 a few years ago - an accomplishment he’s extremely proud of. 

[capturartarchive]

one of the Creator's children is going to do something bad... or good?

Ar by me

[anthonyxblake]

starter for @lilianaxsantos

location: liliana's home

Anthony's release from an intense year of rehabilitation back into the real world, he knew that he had to find Liliana. The last memory he had of his wife was the one when he ultimately walked away from the life they had been building together by signing up for another tour in the air force. It hadn't been the right decision and it was all he thought about as the helicopter he was flying crashed into a body of water. All he could think about was how much he had disappointed her, been a terrible husband and frankly, he had hoped he wouldn't come up from the depths of the water. When he did, he swam through the icy cold waters to shore, only to be captured by the enemy.

Every single day he spent as a prisoner of war, he felt was karma for the man that he was before he was captive. When what happened to be a year and a half later came around, Anthony found himself rescued and immediately returned to the United States where he was promptly placed into an intensive care unit to make sure that he was sound. No matter how many times he asked for his wife, she never showed and doctors, nurses and other hospital personnel told him that his recovery was the only thing that mattered - that they would get in touch with his wife.

If they did, she never showed. Though he wanted to reach out himself, he didn't have the means. His healing became the ultimate priority and Anthony dove deeper into himself than he ever had. Therapy found ways through the darkness that wrapped around his soul and through the repeat nightmares of his time as a prisoner of war. It wasn't easy - not by a long shot and honestly, he found it to be worse than being a prisoner of war, at times, but what happened when he got to the end was more than he could have ever imagined. Anthony felt like a different person but, he was a person that had no one left to turn to. He couldn't get in touch with anyone in his family and most of all, he couldn't get in touch with his wife.

Finally able to get in touch with family, he returned to his family home for many months while he tried to get his situation under control. It took time and a private investigator before he had been able to track down Liliana and well, the last thing Anthony wanted to do was give the woman a call on her new phone number he was given. As he was informed, people thought he was dead. So, with packed bags, which weren't very many, he took himself to East Haven, Vermont.

He was living out of the local motel for several days before he worked up the courage to stop by at the address that was tracked down for him. Today was that day. He took the bus, as close as he could get before walking along shoveled sidewalks and standing in front of the door. He stood there, for what felt like an eternity before he lifted his hand and knocked against the door.

[merrock]

CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: Tom Maden

full name: James Adams

nickname(s) / goes by: James

pronouns & gender: he/him, cis man

sexuality: bisexual

birth date: March 1st 1990

birth place: LA

arrival to merrock: 1 month! (2024)

housing: Downtown

occupation: sales clerk

work place: the vinyl hub

family: Tasha Adams ( sister )

relationship status: single

PERSONALITY

At one time James had been the life of the party, would spend his nights out on the own but as the years passed, he found himself becoming quite more reserved than what he had once been. More content to spend a quite night in listening to music. While he doesn't really put himself out there all that much, if you befriend James, he is the type of person that is beyond loyal and will have your back no matter what. Though more mellow, every once in a while he'll crack a zinger that no one truly expects to come from him. Your go to guy for all things music and for easy and laid back conversations.

WRITTEN BY: Meranda (she/her), est.

BACKGROUND / BIO

triggering / sensitive content: army, injury, medical, hospitalization, ptsd

For as long as he can remember, music had always been a part of James’ life. From an early age he begged his parents to take lessons on various instruments, and the one that had always stuck with James, was the drums. Between that and listening to his parents old records for hours growing up, all things music became his life.

During his school years, James was always quite active in as many clubs as he could get his hands on. Jazz band, Student Council, Yearbook- Sports were never quite his thing but was always in the stands cheering on the school teams. In his junior year, James started to date one of his close friends, their relationship becoming something that has been on and off again over the years.

Once he graduated, it came to no surprise that he was headed off to college to study music- a focus on music composition and percussion. However, it was during this time that James started to question himself, if he was really good enough to make his passion into his career. There were so many people that were more talented than him and on a whim, James dropped out before his third year of college. And without telling anyone, at the age of 21, he enlisted in the Army.

Much to his surprise and those around him, James thrived being in the Army. He loved the chance of getting to see the world, adored the comradeship he developed with those in his troop, and ended up staying in the Army longer than he originally planned. At first it had simply been something else to give himself to do, unsure if music was still his thing or not, but found himself wanting to make a career out of the Army.

Finally after over ten years, James was headed towards getting out of the military. All that stood between him and coming home for good was one last mission with his troop, a mission that would change the course of James’ life forever. The stakeout that they had been on went horribly wrong and James was too close to everything, he was injured greatly, and spent several weeks in a hospital overseas before being shipped home. Once back in LA, James spent a few more weeks in the hospital and then finally got the news that because of the accident, he had sustained a traumatic brain injury, one that seemed to affect his memory quite a bit. On top of that, he also suffers quite a bit of PTSD from what he had been through as well.

But now it has been six months since he’s been fully out of the hospital and his main goal is figuring out his new normal when it comes to life. While it might not have been the life he had always pictured for himself, James is taking it in stride, and doing all that he can to push forward.

[tvuniverse]

ABBOTT ELEMENTARY Melissa Schemmenti and Mr. Johnson -> 4x17 - Karaoke

[deeeaahh]

[eliseliedl]

Phainon vs Aquila

[fishblade-koi]

french boi very angy >:(( (and a bonus orphan that he picked up in a cave i guess)

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

POV. You’re a foot soldier stationed at Heaven’s gate and the sexual tension between your boss and his second in command is getting weirdly high these days for some reason

Continuation of Paradise Lost soldier Mud

Doodling more of these guys. They hate each other so much, they should kiss about it <3

[ak-schlampe-47]

[jaceeverett]

"There's a new one for therapy," Jace laughed, shrugging one shoulder, scrawling in the air as though he were writing something down in a journal, "dad never taught us how to make s'mores, we had to learn on our own years later." Although his therapist had probably heard worse things from him through the years, and he was sure that Theo had more harrowing tales to tell, as well. Maybe it was just nice to joke around a little bit about the tough stuff. Especially with someone who knew what it was like. "I feel like that's a thing -- people buying kids kits and fun things that they think they'll be into, and the kids never open it," he laughed, shaking his head. Either it was because they weren't that interested, or they just forgot, but either way, it ended up untouched on a shelf somewhere. "I guess if nothing else, we'll both be surprised if another one shows up, then?" he asked with a wry grin. Of course, if all of their siblings had fallen out with their parents… who knew what they had been up to in the meantime.

"Don't worry," he laughed, shaking his head, "we supervise the kids pretty well, make sure that they, too, aren't bear chow," apparently that was going to be Jace's stake in life, keeping his brother and his kids safe from any kind of wild animals that might be stumbling through the woods, looking for something to snack on. As Theo teased him about a walker, he rolled his eyes, shooting his brother a look, "not yet, anyway." The idea of his own mortality and someday needing a cane or walker had always been in the back of his mind, which might have been why Jason didn't let it slow him down: he wanted to enjoy what he had while he had it. That was something he held on to in his older years. "Yeah," he nearly laughed as he answered it, although he was pretty sure there was nothing funny about it. Maybe funny in the sense of … no one had ever really known, or expected that it was what he had gone through over there. "Oh six, I think? About two years before I got out. I got hit in the back of the head -- neck, somewhere there, have a nice scar. It was a through and through, but still did some damage, happened when we were on a mission, spent a week in the field hospital before I finally begged them to let me get back out there, back to my team."

Theo just hung his head in feigned defeat, "add yet another thing to blame dad for." He looked back up at his brother with a bit of a smirk, always one to add things to blame their parents for. "Oh yeah, takes the fun out of it, I think someone might have gotten a lot like that for the kids back in the day. Not that they really ever used it," his eyes rolled at the notion that unfortunately kids didn't always use the gifts they got. Stopping what he was doing, he looked at Jason and blinked, "I'd be right there with you, because as of right now I haven't heard of any. I'm pretty sure Tessa was the last little Browning born." He was thankful for his siblings, and growing up with them, but he wasn't sure if he couldn't handle another one at his age. Let alone one he never knew about. Looking over to the pots and pans Jason bought, Theo gave him a thumbs up. "Good, good. Because I highly doubt my kids would be happy to know I became bear food."

"Great, though I would be kicking them out of the nest and letting them learn to fly completely on their own so to speak." He wasn't about to drop his kids in the middle of the woods and have them learn to survive in their own. Nor was he going to force them into camping. But he hoped that maybe Jason could teach them a thing or two and get them excited about it. "Might as well get a walker while you're at it," he playfully stuck his tongue out at his brother. However juvenile that was, he was glad to playfully bicker back and forth. But after, he could sense the way his brother tensed up a bit, as he tilted his own head for a moment. His smile dropped and as Jason let him in, he dropped to a nearby stump. It was a subconscious thing he did, dropping like that. It had been like he lost control for a moment. "Wha--, you were shot?" He asked, repeating his brother's confession. "Where? How?"

[tinyluvs]

phantom who is over soft, gentle sex and needs to be fucked, properly. so, he uses his quint to separate his soul from his body and then lets it fuck him, really rail him into the sheets, until he’s a leaking, whining mess

swiss who has only ever been soft with phantom and thought it was fine until he’s watching a video of the shadowy figure fucking phantom within an inch of his life with the caption, fuck me like this next time, pls x

[btsgirlypop]

THE NEW MANAGER

Pairing - MYG x Reader, Rockstar!Yoongi x Manager!Reader, HardDom!Yoongi x Virgin!Reader

Genre - Hardcore smut

WARNING(s) - DUBCON, NONCON, FORCED SEX, ROUGH SEX , MANIPULATION , DEGRADATION, HUMILIATION, CONTROLLING,FEAR KINK,POWERPLAY, DOMINANT/ SUBMISSIVE, SPIT KINK, CHOCKING, DRUGGING, COMPLETE SUBMISSION,DARK FUCKED UP SHIT.THIS DOES NOT REPRESENT BTS OR OUR BABY YOONGI IN ANY WAY. BOTH OF YOU ARE LEGAL IN THIS.

CONTAINS DARK THEMES!!

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

again - not edited so kindly ignore minor mistakes.

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BLURB - Fresh out of university, you landed your first job – BTS's new manager. Although most of the members were kind and welcoming, Yoongi particularly seemed to dislike you. Calling you an immature little girl, making sarcastic comments at your slightest mistake. The others tried to make you feel better, but it still hurt. Especially because, deep down, you had a big crush on him.

At the afterparty celebrating a major win, your seniors unexpectedly assign you to take a very drunk Yoongi home. A drunk yoongi was even scarier than the usual one—but to your surprise, he cooperates, even seems a bit sobered up when you both reach his apartment. He invites you in and you hesitate. But one look from him, and your feet carry you inside. Locking the door behind him, he suddenly holds your waist sniffing your hair "hmmm..... I always wanted to do that." You freeze but don't tell him no. He took you by your hands and makes you sit on the couch, offering a glass of water to calm you down, unknown to you slipping a pill inside.

You start to fell dizzy while he caresses your arm, not refusing his touches. He leans closer, his tongue licking your cheek, leaving a trail of whiskey and saliva in his wake. His other hand gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him as he whispers "I can feel how much you want this, baby girl, how much you need me to take control and show you your place."

"mmmm..... stop it, yoongi" you protest lightly as he pulls you towards the bedroom and throws you on the bed.

He rips open your blouse, and immediately starts squeezing and slapping your tits as he pulls your nipples. "You've got such a hot little body, don't you, baby? I bet you're just aching for me to fuck you hard and raw, to claim this tight cunt as my own personal fuck toy."

His other hand slides down under the hem of your skirt, pulling your panties up making the lace of the fabric rub against your soaking slit roughly while laughing at your weak form. Grinding your pussy in the fabric, he suddenly pushes your panties aside as he plunges his fingers into your pussy.

"Fuck.....no no please st-opp." You scream in pain.

he groans as he feels your wetness on his fingertips. "Fuck, you're soaked, you horny girl. I knew you wanted this, wanted me to bend you over and fuck you like the dumb little slut you are." He spins you around, making you lay on your stomach, and removes your skirt and panties in a single move. Removing his clothes off, he admires your naked body, beautifully spread on his bed. You feel his body crushing you with his full weight, as he teases the thick head of his cock at your entrance.

"Last chance to back out, baby doll," he taunts, knowing he never gave you a choice. "But I think we both know you're not going to. You need my cock too badly, don't you? Beg for it, you little whore. Beg me to fuck you hard and raw, to ruin this tight slutty cunt for anyone else."

Unable to move your body, you try to speak "s-toppp , stoppp it, I'm a v-irginnn, plee-ase...."

 He pauses for a second, his eyes widening slightly in surprise at this new revelation as a slow, wicked grin spreads across his face. "A virgin, huh? Well, well, well... looks like it's my lucky day then. I've always loved breaking in fresh, untouched pussy. You don't have to worry, babywhore. I'll make sure your first time is unforgettable....Mmmmm..... fuck, look you made my dick so hard. I'm gonna be the one to ruin you for all the other men, you filthy bitch. You'll be daddy's cumwhore for the rest of your life" He grinds his hips slowly, his hard cock sliding between your ass cheeks, teasing you. He reaches around to rub your clit furiously with his fingers as he teases your dripping entrance with the tip of his cock, as his other hand wraps around your neck.

"Beg for it, virgin slut. Beg me to take your innocence, to claim this tight little cunt as my own personal fuck hole. I want to hear you scream for my cock as I tear and breed your virgin pussy. BEG" he yells.

"Plea-see don't" you struggle to move your drugged body, trapped under his heavy weight.

Hearing your small no's, his hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back, forcing you to meet his cold, unhinged eyes. "You're even dumber than you look, bitch. I'm gonna fuck you, fucking dumb virgin bitch, and there's nothing you or anyone else can do to stop me. So stop fighting it and accept your fate." He slams his hips forward, burying his thick, hard cock balls-deep into your pussy in one brutal thrust. He groans, pulling himself up to look at the blood on his cock, again pushing his dick harshly in your cunt.

"Ahhhh......"

"You're mine now, baby girl," his tongue licks your spine, before biting down hard on your neck. "Ahhh....yes yes, fucking dumb slut. Look at your bleeding pussy, from now on, you're my property, you don't need to work.  Ahhhh..... just focus on pleasing your daddy by being stupid little cumslut for me.....cockwarming me whenever and wherever I want.....Ahhhhh...fuck yes, whore." The obscene sounds of skin slapping drowns your painful whimpers and his grunts of pleasure.

"You want to act like a big girl, huh... baby? Then you're gonna have to take my dick like a big girl. I think you need a fucking reminder of who's really your boss, your master, your daddy, your god..... ahhhh......yes.... you stupid fucking slut" pulling your hair, he forcefully turns your head as he kisses you violently, biting your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, plunging his tongue deep in your mouth as metallic taste fills his mouth. He pulls your mouth off, by pulling your hair, spitting bloody saliva in your mouth and again kisses you as you remain unresponsive, dominating you completely.

"Fuck, you're a stubborn little bitch, aren't you? But I like that. I like a challenge. And I'm gonna enjoy breaking my innocent fuckwhore, making you my perfect little pussy." he slams his hips violently into you, pushing your face on the bed, pushing your head with both hands.

"stop s-top please" your voice muffled and body struggling painfully.

"Stop? Now why would I do that, you little teasing whore? You've got me all worked up, stopping your tiny little slutty body in front of me since you came and I'm not gonna let you go until I breed you. Stop fighting it, you dumb cockwhore. I can feel how much your tight little cunt is loving this. Ahhhh.... Yes fuck....this whorish pussy belongs to me now." he smirks knowing that despite your protests, your body is responding to his touch.

"Mmmm.....mmmm"

"That's it, baby girl. Let go and give in to the pleasure. Stop being such a fucking prude and remember the feeling of my cock splitting your tiny smelly pussy becoming my own personal fuck hole. C'mon, be my cocksleeve, and you won't have to work a day "he says while laughing at your pathetic naked body, enjoying his cock.

"yes.... Yess.... I am your cocksleeve..... daddy" you finally surrender.

He flips you, now laying you on your back and pulls you to the edge of bed with your ankles. Without giving you a minute, he again pushes himself inside with a single hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside your virgin heat, his nails scratching from your tits, to bruised hips. He bites your right nipple, pulling it with his mouth while his hand gropes your left tit. "fuck this what I like, fucking tiny little clueless bitches like you" he laughs sadistically as he slaps your cheeks and pulls you up by your nipples and dropping you again on the bed.

"Mmmmmm.....yes yes-ss, daddy-yy" you thrash your head from side to side, back arching off the bed as you push your bruised tits towards his face, trying to escape the overwhelming stimulation.

But he just chuckles darkly, his hot breath tickling your bouncing tits. "Fucking love breaking in tight little prudes like you. Where do you think you're going, baby? You're not going anywhere until I say so. I'm not done playing with my favorite cockslut yet"

"Mmmmm....." you mumble incoherently.

He touches your tits gently while pounding into you brutally..."Look at these pretty little tits, so perfect and untouched. I'm gonna enjoy marking them up, leaving my brand all over this abused creamy skin. Everyone will know you belong to me when they see my bites and bruises all over your body." he smirks cruelly, like a predator trapping you under him as he enjoys your fucked out face, still thrusting wildly.

"Fuck, this cunt is gripping me so tightly. You think you can survive out there on your own, baby doll? A pretty little thing like you, with no one to protect you?" he chuckles darkly, "answer me.... whore" His hand chocking your throat, forcing your drunk red eyes to meet his piercing gaze as he speaks possessively.

"mmmm.....mmmmm"

"You can't even speak, bitch. Look at you getting yourself fucked forcefully. You need someone like me, sweetheart. I can protect you from the scumbags out there who would love nothing more than to take advantage of a sweet, innocent thing like you."

"really??? you'd sav-ee mee????"you speak while crying, starting to lose your mind.

"Aww, there there, baby doll. Don't cry, sweetheart. Of course daddy will save you. You just need to follow daddy" he speaks tenderly while thrusting his dick like an animal, abusing your already swollen red pussy, making you feel dizzy from his continuous assault.

"Listen up, you dirty little slut," he slaps your cheeks and tits continuously, jerking you awake. "No one else will ever want a fucked-out whore like you. They'll take one look at this used up cunt and turn their noses up in disgust. Be mine, baby doll. I'll keep you safe and warm and always filled with my dick, like the perfect little cock slut you were always meant to be. Isn't that what you want, sweetheart?"

"Yes yes yes..... daddy I do. Please daddy fuck me, use me, ruin me, break me... just ple-ase don't leave me"

He spits on your tits, smearing his saliva all over your body. "That's right, scream, cry for me, you dirty little fuck doll. Let me hear those pretty little whorish cries sobs as I ruin this virgin cunt Ahhhh.....fuck fuck.... so tight for me, horny slut. Such a needy little whore, aren't you? Begging me to fuck this virgin pussy like a disgusting desperate slut you are. I fucking own this dirty used-up pussy. You're mine now, my personal fuck toy, my sex slave and I'm going to use you whenever and however I want."

He licks your tears as he traps your thrashing body tightly under his weight, not letting you escape his cock. He grabs a marker from the bedside table, and with a wicked grin, he starts to write filthy, degrading words over your limp bruised body, 'Yoongi's Fucktoy' in block letters across your collarbones, 'Slut' on the forehead and 'Cock Sleeve' in a circle around your nipples. He traces the marker down your stomach, pressing his hands over the bulge as you cry, pausing to slap your left tit hard before writing 'Whore' in bold letters across your pubic bone.

"These dirty words on your skin will be a constant reminder of who you belong to. And every time you look in the mirror, you'll remember who owns this pussy. That this body is mine to use as I see fit."

"Ye-ss yess... daddy" he senses you're in subspace, realizing that your past abuse has left you vulnerable. "Yes, that's right, baby whore. Give yourself to me completely. I'm your daddy now, I know all those other boys just wanted to use you, to fuck this slutty little pussy raw and leave you pregnant and alone. They didn't care about you, sweetheart. They only wanted to use you like a cumdump and toss you aside like trash," He realizes he can easily manipulate you when he sees the desperate hope on your ruined swollen face.

"Ahhh..... dadd-yyy pleas-ee don't leave-eee meee" you beg him, far gone in subspace.

"I'm not like those other boys, baby. Of course, I won't leave my sweet girl. But you must understand, baby doll that you brought this upon yourself. You came to me, begged me to make you my free use slut, to ruin you, to fuck you in ways you'd never been fucked before." He puts his weight on you, grinding his hips against your swollen clit as he whispers on your crying face as you try to breathe under him, confusing and manipulating you.

"You wanted this, sweetheart. You wanted to be daddy's cumwhore, to be owned, to be fucked so hard that you'd forget your own name. And now that daddy has given his dumb slut what she desperately needed, you can't blame daddy for forcing you." He sees a flicker of doubt in your face. 

"but daddy....."

He slaps your face, pulling his cock out and sitting upright on the edge of bed dragging your weak body, and impaling you on his cock, thrusting upwards deep inside your pussy "You wanted this, you attention whore. Don't try to deny it. You came to me, throwing yourself at me like a bitch in heat, begging to be mounted and bred like the desperate little fuckhole you are."

You flinch, tears streaming down your face" im sor-rryyy, dadd-yy, sorr-yyy", craving your daddy's love.

He pulls you down, tightly wrapping his arms around your small body, pounding his hard dick harshly in your cheap broken cunt "You wanted to be raped, didn't you? To be used like a cheap, disposable fleshlight by a famous man like me, who would take what he wanted and leave you broken and dripping in the aftermath." He chuckles darkly, pushing you back still holding your both arms, before slapping and spitting on your face. "Well, congratulations, sweetheart. You've found your man. And now that I have you I'm going to use this tight little cunt until you can't even remember your own fucking name."

"sorr-yy daddy... I forgot everythin-gg. i'ts my faul-tt, daddy. Im sor-rry im sorr-yyy"

He looks at you with awe, realizing how lucky he is and smirks triumphantly as he realizes he has completely broken you, molding you into his perfect, obedient plaything. He kisses you brutally and you respond with the same passion.

"yes, yes, ahhhh....that's right, baby doll. It's all your fault," he snarls, mocking you as he pulls back from the kiss. Before you can even catch your breath, he brings his hand up and delivers a stinging slap to your left tit, bruising your whole body in red. He grins as he sees you flinch and cry out, cumming hard on his cock, back arching off and pushing your bruised tits towards his face, triggering his own orgasm.

"Sorry, Daddy. I'm so sorry for being such a bad girl. I'm sorry for wanting to be raped by you, thank you for punishing me and making me your slave, daddy."

He pulls out of your abused cunt, smirking and looking at your destroyed face, makeup smudged, red and full of tears and his spit as he speaks mockingly. "Forgive you? Oh, baby doll, you don't get to be forgiven, not for being the filthy little slut you are. No, what you need is to be fucked, humiliated and punished, until you understand that you'll always be inferior than me. My pretty little slave."

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TO BE CONTINUED

Part 2 contains darker themes (more than this one)- so consider this a trigger warning

I'M NEW TO THIS SO PLEASE FOLLOW MY WATTPAD & TUMBLR ACCOUNTS!!!! WOULD LOVE TO CHAT WITH ALL OF YOU SO MSG ME!!!!!!

[merrock]

CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: Tom Maden

full name: James Francis Elroy

nickname(s) / goes by: James

pronouns & gender: he/him, cis man

sexuality: Bisexual

birth date: March 1st, 1994

birth place: Merrock, Maine

arrival to merrock: Local but has served in the Army the last nine years.

housing: Historical Downtown

occupation: Army Vet/Employee at The Vinyl Hub

work place: The Vinyl Hub

family: parents & sibling

relationship status: Single

filling connection: n/a

PERSONALITY

At one time James used to be outgoing but these days he's a bit more on the reserved and mellow side. He uses music as a way to escape from the world around him, getting lost in his collection of vinyl records, and hours sitting behind his drums playing. However, he is quite friendly and those that are close to him tend to get to see a bit more of his relaxed and goofy side. 

WRITTEN BY: Meranda (she/her) est.

BACKGROUND / BIO

triggering / sensitive content: army, injury, medical, hospitalization.

For as long as he can remember, music had always been a part of James' life. From an early age he begged his parents to take lessons on various instruments, and the one that had always stuck with James, was the drums. Between that and listening to his parents old records for hours growing up, all things music became his life. His family was small but close, his parents high school sweet hearts and an older sibling that James had always looked up too. The days of his childhood was simple but easy, they might not have always had much but they had each other.

During his school years, James was always quite active in as many clubs as he could get his hands on. Jazz band, Student Council, Yearbook- Sports were never quite his thing but was always in the stands cheering on the school teams. In his junior year, James started to date one of his close friends, their relationship becoming something that has been on and off again over the years.

Once he graduated, it came to no surprise that he was headed off to Merrock Community College to study music- a focus on music composition and percussion. However, it was during this time that James started to question himself, if he was really good enough to make his passion into his career. There were so many people that were more talented than him and on a whim, James dropped out before his third year of college. And without telling another, at the age of 21, he enlisted in the Army.

Much to his surprise and those around him, James thrived being in the Army. He loved the chance of getting to see the world, adored the comradeship he developed with those in his troop, and ended up staying in the Army longer than he originally planned. At first it had simply been something else to give himself to do, unsure if music was still his thing or not, but found himself wanting to make a career out of the Army.

Finally after eight years, James was headed towards getting out of the military. All that stood between him and coming home for good was one last mission with his troop, a mission that would change the course of James' life forever. The stakeout that they had been on went horribly wrong and James was too close to everything, he was injured greatly, and spent several weeks in a hospital overseas before being shipped home. Once back in Merrock, James spent a few more weeks in the hospital and then finally got the news that because of the accident, he had sustained a traumatic brain injury, one that seemed to affect his memory quite a bit.

But now it has been six months since he's been fully out of the hospital and his main goal is figuring out his new normal when it comes to life. While it might not have been the life he had always pictured for himself, James is taking it in stride, and doing all that he can to push forward.

[sugar-petals]

with bts returning a quick reminder not to comment on their bodies in any capacity even if it’s currently pervasive on social media. because i see people very fervently arguing on what they prefer on them (muscles, their skin tan, more or less weight, keeping their military build, telling them to eat, rehashing weight cycles during their career, “i’m okay with his form” talk - ew, guessing how comfortable bts are in their skin, comparing comparing comparing, whether they look ‘flat’ or bulky, what the company should do, their BMI and whatnot) so please refrain from engaging in that for obvious reasons - diet and beauty culture is already beyond down the drain globally and in south korea/kpop especially, and it reflects back to all of us with its rigid templates. and yes, just because they’re men and they post shirtless stories doesn’t make it okay to keep this downward spiral going since it goes both ways. no, a bulging muscle pic is not a free ticket to go off on your knee-jerk fantasies/diet prescriptions for bangtan. that’s just invasive.  

guys are already subject to the whole losing fat + strength scrutiny that glorifies superiority/physical violence as we see on every billboard which i hate with a passion, plus weight is touchy for men as well, the kpop industry goes to extremes with this (idols get weighed every week by pretty much all companies out there, not just trainees talk about this) - so even if the members talk about their physique or post pictures of it, wildly debating and putting pressure on their appearance verbally, intended or not, is still a no-go as with everyone else (toward girl groups, toward yourself in the mirror, and strangers on the street, no difference). you don’t know what kind of reaction they want to hear and what they really think about their looks: you’re not inside their heads. i see too many strange salivating posts about it directly in front of the members and was reminded of the many body image talks they’ve shared over the years - lets not make it worse and push the members into another heavy food/gym odyssey with brainless comments on their streams - instead be the person writing “he looks as sweet as ever 😊”, call it a day, and i promise you’ll be fine just exercise some restraint please