- Give yourself a fuck little misfortune game skin#
- Give yourself a fuck little misfortune game series#
It wouldn’t usually be as loud as it is right now. “Oh.” He takes a second to think about it in silence, the calloused tips of his fingers scratching the side of his face while he considers. “Ugh, see? Time doesn’t exist when I’m not allowed to cum, life is like one never-ending nightmare.” “No,” you interrupt him with a scowl, “not why I’ve been floating in dead space in this Maker-forsaken ship with you for eight fucking hours a day since… fuck, what’s today? Thursday? Friday? Nope, can’t be Friday, Friday’s our off-day. “The coordinates we picked up were scrambled and this rendezvous could be going down at any one of thirty-six locat-?” You can only see his face from this angle by looking at his reflection in the transparisteel barrier directly in front of you, but even just imagining the way his mouth moves while he rounds out the words makes your jaw clench. The grumpy, orange-jumpsuited figure sitting behind you just sighs heavily and slumps even further down in his bucket seat, as if it isn’t the first time you’ve tried asking this incredibly valid question (it totally is), bringing a palm down to thunk the top of the guidance controls between his legs in a quiet irritation you’re almost certain has everything to do with the very topic you’re trying to bring up. What are we doing? Why are we doing this?” “This is the dumbest fucking thing, Dameron. “This is fucking dumb,” you say, because you know it’s what you both must be thinking so you may as well just get it out in the open. Because at the end of the day at least it’s still you, and you’re okay with that. You do whatever you do, and if it’s good, it’s good. If you ever excel at anything in life, it isn’t because of some secret, deep-seated desire to win or be better than anyone else. You’re… you’re not usually a competitive-much less aggressive person.
Give yourself a fuck little misfortune game skin#
You know those people that… they don’t just rub you the wrong way, but literally every single aspect about their personality is sandpaper against wet skin and your whole entire being feels chafed raw just by existing in their general vicinity for an extended period of time? It’s self-inflicted agony for the sake of bragging rights and even as a youngling, you refused to fall for it. Who can hold their breath the longest, who can handle a lit deathstick against their flesh the longest, who can take the hardest punch-who cares? It’s child’s play. You always thought those games were fucking ridiculous. You remember that one game, Mercy? The one where you’d dig your nails in and twist arms and just needlessly inflict pain on each other as children until one of you cried uncle because someone somewhere once decided to turn torture into a matter of pride? If the question was ever, “What’s the stupidest fucking thing you’ve ever let Poe Dameron somehow talk you into doing?” then the answer is this stupid shit, right the fuck here.
Warnings/Tags: DUBCON/NONCON elements, fuckboy Poe (OOC), Enemies to Lovers, degradation/humiliation, mentions of oral sex, SMUUUTTTTTTTT also I’m not sorry for what I did but you’re not allowed to read if you’re gonna get mad at me okay byeeee
Give yourself a fuck little misfortune game series#
(gif credit to Part One of The Bet series
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