AJ's Story Time

A place where my psychotic musings take flight

[ajgrey9647]

My baby Red (Coinless Jason Scott) all ready for the next Grid Gala! Thank you to @skyland2703 @skylandart for making my boy all fancy. I can't stop looking at him!!!!! He deserves this after getting shit on basically in the Darkest Hour arc (imho)

[hugsohugs]

one genre of fanfiction that seems to have mostly disappeared since i became an adult is shenanigans-type fics. like not exactly crack but just "the gang goes to 7-11" type, extremely low-stakes plot stories. the beach episodes of fanfiction. i just feel like i don't see those around so much anymore. whered they go. i miss them :(

[ajgrey9647]

Mine do lol. Usually with some stupid mishap or other

[acidtheater]

Most annoying online emotion is "I have a funny personal anacdote to add to this but it doxxes like all of my personal information"

[chaotic-neutral-knitter]

do you ever feel yourself fail a charisma check in real time

[ndnbutch]

the author’s thinly veiled nothing #notwriting #straightupnotwritingit

[super-ion]

Hey man, I saw your living weapon staring at its reflection. You might wanna get that looked at

[nonbinary-bosmer]

Yeah, your emotionless tool of destruction is beginning to develop a sense of self. Probably nothing to worry ‘bout though

[ceruleanheaven]

i love being prevd its like getting a good grade in thoughts

[ajgrey9647]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, Power Rangers, Power Rangers (Boom! Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lord Drakkon/World of the Coinless Jason Lee Scott/Tommy Oliver/Jason Lee Scott, World of the Coinless Eugene Skullovitch/Matthew Cook/Billy Cranston Characters: Lord Drakkon (Power Rangers), World of the Coinless Jason Lee Scott, Tommy Oliver, Jason Lee Scott, Billy Cranston, Matthew Cook (Power Rangers), World of the Coinless Eugene Skullovitch, Chrono Ranger, World of the Coinless Kimberly Hart, beautiful red - Character, Vulpes - Character Additional Tags: Fluff and Drama, vulgarity and seriousness, action and adventure, Sexy Times, mindscape, Grid animals, Multiverse mashup, wut, WTF Summary:

Cross Dimensional mash up. Boom Comics characts collide with mine with a dash of Power Rangers: Unworthy property....

Between the Artbiter and Dark Specter, Chrono Ranger has his hands full. Luckily (or not) he's assembled a sort of team to defend the Grid.

  Characters with a '!' after their names are Boom comics canon characters. Besides Chrono Ranger, the others are mine.

[charl0ttan]

hey hold on gang. i have a parallel to draw between two pieces of media

[for-the-ouchies]

Whumper takes their time, has planned in hours to reduce their usually rather stoic whumpee to a crying, trembling mess.

When whumper leaves them, whumpee, exhausted, thinks it's finally over. But whumper has only gone to open the door. The guests are here... now the party can begin.

[defire]

Um. I’m not really asking for a prompt? But in your recent post about being used as bait, you said “don’t get me started on the noncon aspect of this- i’m just kidding do get me started.” So would you perhaps like to talk about noncon and being used as bait?

EEEHEHE yes I did...

Noncon + used as bait!

Content: noncon touch, sex objects, implied noncon, beatings, on camera, pre-traumatized victim

Pulling their shirt over their head, fingers tracing over the victim's heaving chest, stimulating them and forcing tears to captive's eyes as they try not to feel.

Setting up a camera in front of the captive. But then they start setting out tools. Not torture tools. Sex toys. And the captive finds their heart hammering and skipping as they realize they can no longer look their captors in the eyes. They realize what's coming.

"Tell me. What will it take to bring team leader?" "Leader knows I can take whatever you throw at me." "Oh really... Can you take this?" Holds up something that makes the captive's stomach twist into nausea.

When beating them up didn't work. The team still isn't showing up and the captors are running out of time. So the leader starts touching the captive in front of the camera.

Captor laughing as their fingers dig under the victim's waistband. "How far are they going to let me take this? Some team. I don't think they deserve your loyalty."

Until it gets to the point where the captive is stifling sobs. "Not in front of them, I beg you!"

When the captor is also a sadist and picks up on whumpee's terror every time they are touched for a moment too long. This isn't the first time it's happened to them.

"Come ere. Calm down. Yes, I'm gonna touch you. Hold still or I'll make you hold still."

Captive staring ahead, pupils dilated, eyes dark as their body is yanked side to side by their captor cutting and yanking their clothes away off their body.

"If you try to resist, I'll turn on the camera for this."

[afterdarkwhump]

Whumper bathing whumpee after assaulting them.

Hands that had so cruelly held them down hard enough to leave bruises, now cradled them so gently, carefully washing away the blood and filth. "I'm sorry, this might sting a little," as they go over bite marks and raw flesh, said so lovingly by the same voice that earlier told them, "Shut up and take it, you good for nothing whore," that voice that had whispered such vile things that echoed through whumpees mind now crooning soft comforts and praise, "You're doing so well."

Whumpee who never feels clean. They're gross, disgusting, dirty, ruined, all those things and more, they want to peel off their rotten flesh, they want to scrub their skin with scalding water until it burns and bleeds, peeling off the layers until they reach something that has never been touched, but nowhere is clean, nothing is safe, they want to submerge themselves in the water, they want to scream-

But they can't do any of those things. They sit quietly, staring blankly into the rippling water, letting whumpers soft voice wash over them, letting their hands roam, touching, always touching. Even something that should be nice now tainted.

[for-the-ouchies]

Whumpee being regularly passed around multiple whumpers- one just wants to hear them scream, another wants a servant, one wants to have sex and pretend it's consensual, another wants to humiliate them to the point of tears.

Whumpee develops different personas and coping mechanisms for each one, explaining it to themselves as letting part of them rest while another part plays a role (and having to work feels easy after having been put through pain, having “consensual” sex means they get “looked after” and that can feel nice, but being humiliated is almost cathartic after having to pretend they wanted it, and torture at least doesn't require their collaboration, or even feels dignified compared to the rest- every one thing is a break from the others). They fall into a routine where they know how to manage each whumper, and end up acting very differently depending on who's in the room with them.

And then all the whumpers decide to have a nice get together, and entertain themselves with whumpee...

[jetkalt]

Ways for your whumpees to wake up

‼️ Nsfwhump / non-con edition ‼️

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As their pants are torn down or their clothes are pulled open.

Alone, but restrained in a compromising position, having to wait and hold their breath for hours for what they hope isn’t the inevitable.

Noticing the weight over and around them first, then processing the hands groping them or the knee between their thighs.

Waking up right as something pushes inside them.

Coming to from a very vivid dream only for sleepy pleasure to turn to panic as they realise it isn’t happening in a dream.

Slipping in and out of consciousness as it’s happening, confused and frightened, their memory of it patchy and blurred.

Or only waking up afterwards, piecing together what happened in horror when they see/feel the evidence on their skin.

Still drunk or drugged, stumbling home confused, scared, and sore, feeling the sting of hickeys and bite marks.

In a sleeping whumper’s arms the next morning.

Alternatively, as whumper goes for a round two the next morning.

Blindfolded and held down, but able to feel every light, lingering touch whumper traces along their limbs and down their torso.

[i-suggest-whump]

I would like a moment of appreciation for non/dubcon whump.

Trying to have a romantic moment with Caretaker but all Whumpee can feel is Whumper’s hands all over them.

Newly rescued, delirious Whumpee trying to give Caretaker “favors” because they think they’ll be punished if they don’t.

Whumper who tells Whumpee how beautiful they look when they scream for help.

Caretaker who expects to find Whumpee in a dark cell, probably unwashed and starving, but instead finds them perfectly cared for, dressed in lingerie, and chained up near Whumper’s bed.

Whumpee who is kept on a leash at Whumper’s side at all times for easy access.

Whumpee who isn’t compliant enough so Whumper has them drugged until that’s no longer a problem.

Whumpee who doesn’t want Caretaker to know what Whumper did to them, so they never tell Caretaker what their rope burns are actually from.

Whumper who gets Whumpee intoxicated and convinces them that they actually wanted this and Whumper was doing them a favor by allowing them to have it.

Good shit.

[survivesurvivingwhump]

Defiant Whumpee who tells Whumper to go fuck themselves, only for Whumper to say "Why fuck myself when I can fuck you instead?"

defiant whumpee tries not to let it show that the comment affected them, but it did. that was the last thing that they were expecting. they’ve been bound to a chair before, this isn’t their first rodeo. but that comment… they didn’t see this coming. they grit their teeth and try to maintain their glare, but whumper sees something that gives them away.

maybe it’s the flex of their jaw. maybe it’s the way their shoulders twitched. maybe it’s the tensing of their muscles. whatever it is, whumper notices. whumper grins and walks closer. hands fall heavily to whumpee’s thighs, gripping tight and rubbing roughly up and down. on maybe the third pass, their hands stop down near whumpee’s knees, dig in bruisingly hard, and force whumpee’s legs open wide.

“oh, did you think i wouldn’t go that far? that i might torture you, but i’d surely never fuck you? well you’re about to learn a real important lesson about who’s in charge, here.”

defiant whumpee struggles, trying to close their legs. there’s no use. they have no leverage, and whumper is able to easily shove between them, their own body holding whumpee’s thighs apart and leaving their hands free to start exploring farther. one cups between whumpee’s legs, groping through their pants, and the other slides up over whumpee’s belly, underneath their shirt.

“what?” whumper asks with a smirk. “lost for words now? don’t have any more brave challenges left?”

[bambicest]

some people really do need to start reminding themselves that the answer to "why didn't the character just do [something entirely different]" is often simply "because then there wouldn't be a story"