#essej

[loganyeehawhowlett]

[artofsitriga]

Beware your asynchronous reflection

[bulkapperception]

"I'm much wilder than you."

|CONTROL ▴ 2019|

[adventuresofchip]

.uoy naht redliw hcum m'I

[charactersmashorpass-2]

"She's the evil opposite mirror version of the hot superpowered protagonist."

[fbcbreakroom]

Have some inverted ladies this late faden friday also here on twitter: [x]

[vzhynk]

Jesse and esseJ

Control fan art

[gogopangolin]

Jesse holdup

[thatcontrolfangirl]

Control (2019) Sexyperson Competition!

Time to pit these bad bitches against each other, except IDK how to use brackets. Please reblog this along with the polls!

So, here’s our lineup for the first round:

Emily Pope VS Helen Marshall

Frederick Langston VS Philip Philson (Fridge Duty)

Jesse Faden VS Zachariah Trench

Casper Darling VS Theodore Ash Jr.

The Board VS The Former

Dr. Underhill VS Dylan Faden

Polaris VS Hedron

Simon Arish VS esseJ

@oldest-house summon the fandom, we have much to discuss

[jazzyinspace]

#JesseJanuary: Day 12 | vs. Essej 🔻

[mashkara45]

[artofsitriga]

esseJ and ylimE

[foibles-fables]

fic meme??? "Control" drabble of your choice 👀

I didn't manage a drabble but hey, here's this unedited weirdness !! I rolled prompt 3: "I hate seeing you like this." Listen, I don't even know. Have some bizarro mirror image fight-sex/hate-sex.

EDIT: Now archived properly to AO3!

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Face to face, they align. What should be a slab of glass is instead a narrow empty space, bristling with mingled heavy breath—coupled, synchronic, too-familiar. Spread supine, wrists pinned to the floor over her head, Jesse grunts in frustration and tries to twist free. 

The sum of the struggle is zero. Because the altered one twists as well, keeping her held down with a force exactly equal, exactly opposite.

esseJ hovers over her, close, thigh jammed tight between hers, hips bearing down for leverage. Her eyes smolder crystal-sharp blue against the dim, seeming a source of light rather than its echo. As they bore into Jesse’s, her upper lip curls with the beginnings of a snarl. Jesse matches her expression without realizing it. Glares up, chest heaving and nostrils flaring, sweltered all over. 

“siht ekil uoy gniees etah I,” esseJ says. The rough scorn in her voice twines with the vivid serration of her gaze. 

Their hips lock and grind as Jesse writhes again. No gain except for stuttering friction, heat released, entropy increasing. Jesse won’t give her reflection the satisfaction of a groan, but her head still swims. On a ragged, shivering exhale, she sets her jaw and growls, “tahw ekiL?”

“nwod denniP.” esseJ’s grip and Jesse’s tendons tense as one. Fingernails carve hollows in wrist-skin. “kaeW.”

Before Jesse can gather enough breath to spit back—you’re just as weak as me, that’s how this works—esseJ breaks the distance, striking with a riled and raw hunger, claiming Jesse’s mouth with her own.

The kiss is bruising, wild, seethed-over. Equilibrium builds in fits and starts, in throbbing, wrenching, even-made motion. A catalyst for a catalyst. Nature breaks—inverse waves coalesce and amplitude increases. Their shaped-alike bodies thresh and strain for release, one kind or another. 

The spaces between Jesse’s vertebrae crackle as she arches, canting for purchase, any advantage she can obtain. All she finds is solid pressure and a well-placed crotch seam and an urgent frisson of need. She jerks, shudders, gasping into esseJ’s mouth.

It earns her a sudden, brutal bite to the edge of her lower lip. Skin splits without a sound. Jesse makes none either.

When her eyes come open (when had she closed them?), esseJ is staring down at her, gaze clouded and dissonant and seeking. With a visible swallow and harsh, disheveled, noise, esseJ releases one of Jesse’s hands. Leans back. Jesse reels, tongues at the sore spot, tastes her own blood. 

Then she wonders if esseJ’s would taste the same. Brackish, metallic, cloying. She forgets about her hand—now free, but wanting for contact, aching for—

esseJ rolls her hips against Jesse’s thigh just fucking once before her voice husks with a simple demand: 

“kcab thgiF.”

The baL yticinorhcnyS lies in disarray from their efforts thus far. The sterile air goes charged, taut. Jesse’s spine rattles against the cold-leeching floor.

esseJ waits.

Equal and opposite. That’s how this works. 

Teeth bared, Jesse surges up to seize esseJ’s jaw and give her a new mark to match. 

[aleksikesa]

They should give Saga an evil doppelgänger. As a treat

[lesbianalanwake]

beat Hartman in one try

[boardcontrolled]

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