#also don't worry it's never too much it's always a pleasure for me to answer those ask :D
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Our needs.
Remus Lupin x reader
SMUT
18+ please and thank you and you're welcome
Summary: the reader is hesitant to go any further with Remus, and she finally tells him why. He is determined to prove her wrong.
Warnings: sweet dom!Remus, mentions of past partners, oral sex (F receiving), crude comments
Author's note: Is it hot in here, or is it just me?
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"Rem?" She asked quietly against his lips.
Remus immediately pulled away His gaze turned worried, "What, love? Something wrong?"
She stares at him apprehensively.
He gives her a reassuring smile, "Whatever it is, you can tell me."
He recognized the pattern she went through. How she always pushed him away when things were starting to get heated. But, he patiently awaited until she was ready to talk about it.
She takes a deep breath, "it's just… I don't know… I don't know if I can…"
His eyebrows furrow. He kisses her head gently before letting his deep brown eyes rake over her face. "Don't know what?"
Her face turns red as she buries her head into his shoulder. "I don't think I can cum."
He gently pulls the hair on the back of her neck so she'll look at him, "You can't, or you haven't?"
She gives a small shrug in worry.
He chuckles under his breath, "You've been with someone else, haven't you?"
She nods.
He tilts his head in fake sympathy, "Poor baby. That boy couldn't make you cum, could he?"
Y/N looked away in embarrassment at his crude language, but he grabbed her jaw with his free hand, making her look at him. "Hey," he reprimanded.
Her doe-eyes stared up at his.
He couldn't help but smile, "That's the difference between a boy and a man. A boy will put his own needs before yours. But, have you even been with a man, love?"
She hesitantly shakes her head.
He leaned in close to her, letting his breath caress her face, "Your needs are my needs."
He gave her a gentle kiss and began to move down her body, kissing and nipping playfully as he went.
He loved the way her body responded to him.
…
She had never felt like this before.
The tightening in her stomach was almost painful.
All due to Remus's sweet tongue consistently lapping between her legs.
Her hand found itself in the messy curls on his head at the beginning, and he practically groaned at the feeling of her unconsciously pulling at it.
"Remus… Re… please," she begged.
"Please, what?" He muttered teasingly.
"Make it… make it go away."
He pulled back, his concerned gaze returning like before, "Does it not feel good? Does it hurt?"
She shook her head, "'s just too much…"
He chuckles, "Too much, how?"
She groaned, "I don't know."
Remus leaned forward and stretched his arm to wipe some sweat from her forehead, "Feels funny?"
She nods.
He sucked on his teeth, "That's how it's supposed to feel. It gets better, I promise. May I continue?" He asked as if he was the one getting pleasure for his actions.
And let's be honest, he was.
When she nods at him, he moves back.
Her body jerked as his nose brushed against her clit. She let out a whine at the unfamiliar feeling.
He grunts and wraps his arms around her thighs, keeping her from being able to wiggle around.
The spring in her stomach tightens again and the feeling returns.
She lets out an involuntary moan, blushing at the sound.
Remus groaned, vibrating everything between her legs, "Mmm. You sound lovely. You get that feeling again?"
She lets out a soft breath to answer his question.
He smiles against her, "Good. Give into it. Let me make you feel good. You trust me?"
Her hand pulls at his curls again, "Please, Rem."
He couldn't help his teasing, "Please, what?"
She groaned, "Please, help me feel good, Remus. Please."
Remus laughed, "Anything you need."
She moaned again as the feeling continued.
If was like she was on fire, but also in ice.
Indescribable.
The spring tightened until she thought she would snap.
And the spring snapped.
She let out a shaky breath as she was overcome by a feeling of bliss and overstimulation.
But Remus didn't stop.
Not until she gently pulled at his hair, "Rem, please. Hurts..."
He leaned back, admiring his handiwork. "Pretty girl. Did so good for me."
His hands gently swiped the liquid onto his fingers, licking them sensually.
She spent the time catching her breath, not trusting her body to help her sit up.
He smiled and crawled over her. Another gentle kiss, but she cringed at the taste of herself on his lips.
"What?" He asked, "Don't like it? I think you taste wonderful. I'd have it be every meal if you'd let me."
Her cheeks blushed again and she caresses his curly hair, "Th..thank you, Remus."
"No problem, love. Just taking care of our needs, am I not?"
She nods.
His face rose with a cheeky smile, "Think I'll get to do it again soon?"
She smiled shyly at him.
Of course, he'd do it again soon.
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Can I request a fic where Reader’s parents were recently killed and she has to look after her younger siblings. She needs to find a way to earn money so she is forced to become a prostitute/sex worker. Only thing is she is a virgin. And guess who takes her virginity as part of the job? (Joel!). Not sure how you can make it dark, but that’s up to you!
virgin sex worker
<1k words | joel x f!reader | masterlist
18+ virginity loss, unsafe PIV sex, bj, Joel talks you through the whole thing. Post-outbreak.
"Call me Joel," the john says.
"It's my first time," you tell him.
"No different from doin' it with a boyfriend," he reassures you as he unzips his pants.
"No, I've never. . . It's my first time, ever."
He looks stunned but not put off. "Why ya doin' this?"
"It's really none of your business, I'm not gonna justify myself to you."
"Why me then? Lotta men would pay top dollar for a virgin."
"You're a regular, right? The other girls said you'd be good for my first time. Nice and gentle?"
"Whew, that ain't me, baby," he laughs. "Must be their sick idea of hazing the new girl. . . Must want me to break ya in reeeal good."
Your face goes cold and your eyes prickle with tears.
"Don't worry baby, I can try my best . . . c’mere, let’s see what we’re workin’ with.” He pats the bed. “Bend over for me.” He takes off his jeans.
You bend over with your ass in the air. He lifts up your skirt and pulls down your panties. "Mmm now that's a nice lookin' pussy."
He strokes it but you aren’t wet. He puts his hands on your waist then asks “ok if I move ya'round and shit?”
“Um, yeah,” you answer.
He somewhat roughly throws you on your back. “Was that okay?” he asks.
“Yeah,” you nod.
“I’m gonna make it so it feels better for ya, k?” He takes your panties all the way off then puts his head between your legs. His tongue on your clit turns you on right away. He kisses, licks, and sucks at your pussy, always returning to your clit. You moan in pleasure, then he sticks a finger in.
“Good girl, now we’re in business.” He slowly pumps that one finger as he keeps pleasuring you with his mouth. Then he sticks another finger in. He grunts in satisfaction as he pulls his mouth away, and looks up at you from between your thighs. “Nobody ever been in here?”
“No, only toys.”
His eyebrows shoot up, “Well good, that means you prolly won’t bleed too much.
He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you, then curls them. It’s quite a stretch, but still pleasant. After awhile, Joel sits up and gives you a little smile, thumbing your clit one last time as his fingers slide out.
“Alright, we’re warmed up, ready to go,” Joel says while palming himself over his boxers. “You wanna give it a kiss first, get to know it?”
You sit up, then bend over again so your head is at dick-level with him standing next to the old, dirty bed. His hard cock intimidates you but also sends a pang of arousal between your legs. You wrap your hand around it and he sighs. You put your lips around the head and he says “Yeah, attagirl.” When you begin to suck, he gives a low whistle. “Damn, you suck a good cock.”
You’ve done your research.
“Alright now.” You take your head off his cock and wait for his instructions. He sits on the bed with his back against the headboard. “How bout ya just come on up here.” He pats his lap. “Take it how you want it, and I’ll try not to interfere.”
You slowly straddle him and hover over his cock. He holds it for you in one hand and watches you hungrily. He fingers you again with his free hand, then urges you closer, pulling you by your ass. He aligns his tip at your entrance, then you slowly sink onto it. In a way, it feels amazing, but It’s a major stretch and also hurts. You wince. He breathes heavily, trying to control himself.
“Ok if I help?” he asks and you nod. His hands come to your hips and gently press down. You gasp and your face screws up.
“Sometimes ya gotta rip the bandaid off. want me to do that for ya, baby?”
You’re nervous but you don’t think you can go any further without more help.
“Yeah,” you nod.
“Attagirl,” he says. His large hands pull you down hard on his cock and he grunts loudly. You gasp at the intrusion. It feels like he’s inhabiting most of your body. He thrusts up into you and you gasp again. It hurts, but not in a very bad way.
Then, he sits more upright and puts you on your back. He pulls out most of the way, then slams his cock into you and you both grunt as the force pushes you down the bed. He begins to really fuck you. “Tell me if it hurts,” he says and you nod. His face darkens, then he pounds into you repeatedly. It hurts, but not bad enough to say it. The feeling of being filled by him outweighs the pain.
After a few minutes, he says he’s about to come. “Wanna see how it tastes?”
“Yeah,” you say as he pulls out. He straddles you and walks on his knees up to your armpits, leans forward, and you lift your neck to accept him into your mouth. Then he groans and pulses into your mouth.
It's salty and a little tart.
"Good girl," Joel whispers as you take the last of his load. He gets dressed while you freshen up. He's sitting on the bed in his jeans when you come out.
"You're still here?" You ask.
"Yeah, you good?"
You nod.
"Can I give ya'a hug?"
You hug goodbye and the taste lingers in your mouth all day.
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This was a quick one from the ask cellar. Ty for reading!
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Preferences: Protective Things He Does
💢 All the works are pure fictions, for entertainment purposes only so please, read it at your own will.
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» Pedri + Gavi + João Félix
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Pedri
He knows you’re someone that enjoys staying home most times, not really being a very outgoing person and he’s more than fine with it. He usually doesn’t go out much either, you two keeping company to each other while watching a movie.
But sometimes, when you’re forced to go out - to a Barcelona’s party or event to accompany your boyfriend, Pedri makes sure to keep tabs on you all night. He hates to leave you by yourself and always makes sure to check up on you, even if the other WAGS are there to keep you company.
Pedri knows how stressful and socially awkward it can be for you and he tries his best to make sure that you’re doing alright and having fun.
He always finds you, pressing a sweet kiss in your temple while asking into your ear if everything is fine and promising that you guys will leave as soon as he’s finished with whatever press/publicity he has to do.
All the girls love to swoon over his actions, commenting how sweet Pedri is for always looking out for you while his teammates love to tease him about the whipped boyfriend he is.
But in the end Pedri only cares about your well-being and as long as you’re fine, he’s happy.
"Hey, honey. Everything good around here? Give me just more 5 minutes and then we're good to go."
Gavi
Gavi has a bad temper, which is activated every time he reads all the negative comments you get online because you’re dating him.
All those nasty people that keep hitting your self-confidence, making you feel bad about yourself when in reality he’s the one who feels lucky to have you in his life. Your social media is often flooded by comments and messages telling you that you don’t deserve Gavi.
It makes his blood boil to read them and he can’t stop himself from stalking all those accounts, blocking and reporting all of them, one by one. It’s his guilty pleasure, one that you don’t know about.
It’s annoying and tiring to say the least, cause they always make new accounts but it’s worth it when you mention to him that occasionally the hate stops all of the sudden.
It always comes back, but he loves to retaliate against those people that are complete jerks to you and sometimes even exposes them by mentioning them in his own social media, making sure everyone knows what type of disgusting people are out there, hiding behind a screen.
Plus, he also reports all the pervert male comments under the pictures you post ;) only this time, it’s because of jealousy.
"Someone keeps reporting the hate accounts? Really, is that so? Wow, that's nice, right?"
João Félix
João’s life is quite busy and it’s very frustrating for him that he can’t always be there for you as much as he wants to because of all the practices, games and traveling.
He constantly worries about something bad happening to you while he’s away and because of that, João insists on texting and calling you when he’s not around.
He just wants to check if you got home safely, reminding you to lock the doors and windows at night, to make sure you activate the alarm system before you go to bed.
If you don’t answer his calls or take too long texting back, he’ll get so anxious especially because he’s far away, unable to do anything in case there’s an emergency.
João will probably spam you a bit and if he’s feeling too uneasy, he might check the security cameras of the house to make sure you’re safe and sound.
Sometimes you might get a bit annoyed at his protective side, but you never lash out on him, knowing that he gets afraid of the dangerous times we live in.
"Hey, are you okay? Okay, that's good. I just got a bit worried cause you didn't text me all day. Now that I know you're fine, I feel way better, babe."
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Please don't ignore me :(
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thinking about kappa with a particularly sensitive reader <3
600 followers in such a short amount of time is insane, thank you so much!! this is sort of random, but i also think it fits kappa pretty well, and i had sm fun writing it :3. not yet proofread 🫶
💟 nsfw - mdni 💟
warnings: dom!kappa, sub!fem!reader, slapping, rough sex, mocking, degrading (slut, "hole", whore), dacryphilia, oral (fem receiving).
• sensitivity was never a recurring concern for kappa, so when he finds out you're more fragile than he is.. lord, you'll never catch a break. he loves how you twitch and jerk away at any unannounced touches, how you wince at the lightest of pinches or squeezes, how he can literally feel your skin threaten to give every time he sinks his teeth into your thighs, everything. it's such an incredibly insignificant detail about you, but it turns into his biggest ally when he needs to overpower you.
"what, did that hurt? seriously?"
• he would absolutely use it to his advantage, taking his time to carefully manipulate your keen sense of touch. he'd run his rough fingers across your skin while cooing harmless taunts at you, his lips tugging up at every delicate noise that falls from your bee-stung lips.
"already squirmin' around? i've barely touched you, sugar."
"be good for me, yeah? 'm gonna take care of you.."
• he'd tease you so much, putting you on the verge of tears without even touching you properly. he'd trace his fingers across your ribs, your waist, the curve of your thigh, right along where you need him most.. but never giving you any stimulation. at least, not until you earn it.
"such a greedy little whore, hm?"
"what do you want? use your words, darling."
• he's honestly so mean to you, always mocking or degrading you effortlessly. he's real rough with you, too, knowing damn well you like it even more than he does, even if you won't admit it. he savors every single noise that you make under him, cherishing how whiny and pathetic you sound. don't be surprised if he lands a heavy slap to the side of your face before taunting or scolding you cruelly.
"answer me like a good slut.. aw, none of that, i barely touched you."
"shh, i know what you need."
• you started crying? good, he loves it. he'll kiss away your pained tears to somewhat distract you from him stuffing his cock in your unprepared cunt, ignoring your pained groan. unless you say your safe word, he won't grant you any leniency. he'll fuck you mercilessly, all but using you to chase his own pleasure. he'll grab your jaw so tight (even leaving small marks at times) while he pounds into you, tilting his head just a bit while taking in your disheveled state.
"just a hole f'me, aren't you?"
"quit your whining, you can take it."
• if you catch him in a good mood, he'll utilize your sensitivity in different ways. some nights he'll do nothing but eat you out for hours, taking his time to make you feel so good. that doesn't mean he's not still unfair, because trust me, he is. he'll coax you to your first orgasm or two with faux graciousness, letting you think he'll go easy on you. as soon as you start to feel overstimulated, he'll force your thighs open and go down on you like a man starved, his nose bumping and pressing against your clit while he tongue-fucks you eagerly. he'll push you over the edge over and over until you're sobbing, and won't stop until he's pretty much drunk on your desire. he doesn't care how much you beg, unless that safeword is used you will not catch a break.
"stay still for me, i'm almost done."
"one more, i promise.."
• he'll let up eventually, and don't worry, he doesn't forget to take care of you afterwards. he'll get you whatever you need, do anything you ask, praise you and your performance.. pretty standard aftercare. if you look just a bit past his rough exterior, you'll quickly find that he also loves receiving aftercare. being told he felt good, that you knew he didn't truly mean his aggressive comments, general reassurance, that sort of thing. he especially loves letting you lay on his chest to play with his hair while he lazily rubs his hands up and down your bare back, eventually drifting off to take a nap with you.
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A/N: me 🤝 abrupt endings
#rory culkin#rory culkin smut#culkin cult#kappa black mirror#kappa#kappa smut#kappa x reader#black mirror#black mirror season 6#black mirror s6#angelsnkisses#mdni
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박원빈 - Park Wonbin 🐉contain:Smut;unprotected sex; nipple play // remembering that English is not my first language, so it may have some grammatical errors
Your temper was very difficult to manage at times, a little unstable when dealing with certain frustrations and in fact you understand that it's not something you can handle alone, stressful days tend to be longer, the ones that make you drag yourself around alone waiting for it to end. Not luckily, you have your boyfriend, Wonbin is never the type to question you too much, especially if he sees you cross the door of his apartment sulking, with your head down, not making light of it, but he knows that at some point it will pass, you would come to him anyway, so he will intend to watch television, because if you wanted to talk, you would have done so as soon as you got home.
But in return, he'll make sure you forget about your problem by fucking you like crazy.
His fingers were soft, against your flesh, massaging gently, making everything inside you compress, Wonbin would break your legs quite easily, but given your condition it was justifiable. He entered, over your body and then he slipped inside without prey, smiling as he noticed the expressions lost in your pleasure, he had bright eyes, like two billiard balls. The hands that used to twist the skin of your thighs going up inside the T-shirt -which, by the way, was his - that you were wearing, reaching your chest, to massage so shamelessly running his thumb over your nipples, making them bristle just to get a twinge in his own dick by the feel of the hard nipple scraping across his long fingers.
"I'll take care of your frustrations, don't worry" his intention is not to be proper, kind, Wonbin would like to secure some approvals before he becomes who he really is and you'd like to say that you didn't happen to feel the first violent twinge . Wonbin just started to give a good acceleration, with the intention of making you forget any frustrations at any cost, your moans came out involuntary, even though he had no intention of keeping them repressed from the beginning, your back bending with the intense waves and contractions, you didn't know how he managed to keep the thrusts going for so long, from making you gasp and biting your own lip to the air that was starting to leave your lungs "there you go, putting everything else aside to focus on how good my dick does you "
He proved it as always, lowering his own change, slowing down so he could kiss your jaw, making fun while listening to you whimper weakly "want to come for me, honey? Are you desperate for this already?" he asks still depositing some seals by your neck , going up to your face, his hands still under your t-shirt playing with your nipples, but without moving his hips, letting you move yours almost desperately. His lips touching yours is affectionate, delicate seals, pressed subtly, to make a caress, sometimes wonbin sucks your bottom lips with his , smiling as soon as you exchange some eye contact "are you desperate enough?" He's a sadist, definitely, and you might agree that he is.
"please, I really need to come, wonbin" so there's his answer, serving as fuel for all that fire that seemed endless, wonbin pulled his body away from yours and then he went back to fuck you at the same frequency as before. Sliding inside you, muttering every time you moaned his name, each time louder than the other "f-fuck, I'm almost Bin, please continue"
You shouldn't use nicknames like that, wonbin's skin crawling was the sign of his evil in teasing him, because right after he let out a breathless groan, feeling that he could also be close to him. Hands now going down to your hips he used absolute support, to take you to the sky as fast as he could, your flesh losing and your eyes rolling until you finally reached your limit, letting your whole body give in to then soon feeling your entire insides fill with wonbin's liquids and then it falls onto your lap, completely exhausted.
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his little songbird
"Your singing is a representation of you and how you feel..."
tags: pet names, fem!reader, established relationship, reader is the kind of person who's always singing under their breath, inspired by this ask from aine
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He himself is not much of a singer, but Zhongli’s beloved spends every waking minute humming some kind of melody—sometimes it’s a light hearted melody, other times it’s weighed down by sadness and pain. It’s one of the easiest ways for Zhongli to figure out how you’re feeling, especially on days when you don't feel like talking much. When he hears you break out a song from the opera he knows that he’s in for a long day.
But over the past few days, you’ve been singing less and less, and he has no clue why. The house is so much quieter when when your melodies aren’t permeating through every room and it seems somewhat incomplete. Once again, the house is silent when he returns home to you, and if it weren’t for the angry counting coming from the living room, he’d assume that you were out.
“I’m home,” he says, but you don’t respond, still counting angrily under your breath.
“Seventy-three, seventy-four, seventy-six…” And then he hears the sound of metal hitting the ground, and he chuckles lightly to himself. You claim you like crocheting, but you always look like you might kill a man when you’re doing it—he worries that he might be the man in question.
“Li, you’re back,” you smile, finally acknowledging his presence. He smiles softly, pulling you into a hug and muttering something about the absurdity of your inability to count, earning him a swift glare and half-hearted slap on his arm. But of course, what else did he expect?
You fall into your usual afternoon rituals, making dinner together before settling down on the couch to eat it. If Zhongli had his way, you'd eat dinner at the dining table, but he couldn't truly pass up an opportunity to be snuggled up close to you, could he?
“Why are you staring at me like that?” you ask him, carefully shovelling a heaped spoonful of rice into your mouth.
“Can’t I look at my wife?”
“Not like that, you can’t. What’s wrong?”
Of course, when you ask him directly like that, he’d be a fool to not answer you. So he asks you the question that's been preying on his mind for the past few weeks—why have you suddenly stopped singing?
“I haven’t stopped singing,” You reply, confused by his words. You’d toned it back a bit after a colleague had a go at you at work, saying that your ‘incessant singing’ was grating and distracting. Obviously, you couldn't ignore a complaint like that, and realised that your singing may have been distracting for Zhongli too—sometimes he does work at home, and surely you trying to sing ungodly notes at two o'clock in the afternoon could be considered inconsiderate.
“Then why do I never seem to hear you anymore?”
“I thought maybe it was a little distracting for you, is all. You know, when you’re working or something.” You respond with a crooked smile. “I’m doing you a favour.”
“I didn’t ask for that particular favour,” He responds curtly. “In fact,” he continues, “your ‘favour’ has deprived me of one of my very fee earthly pleasures.”
Zhongli describing his your singing as one of his very few earthly pleasures makes you laugh. Looking around this living room alone, you can see at least 10 things he’s bought with the same excuse—to say he has few pleasures is an understatement at best.
You look at him, not quite believing his words and swallow a mouthful of food, letting silence descend between the two of you. Of course, you want to believe him, but you also run the risk of allowing yourself to become comfortable in you absent minded singing, and incurring the wrath of your colleague again. And as much as you refuse to bend to the will of others, it truly wasn't a nice experience.
“What’s bothering you, songbird?” Zhongli asks tenderly, resting his food in his lap and wrapping his free arm around you. “You know you can talk to me.”
You sigh. “I really don't want to have to have that discussion with her again. She wasn’t exactly…diplomatic with her phrasing and it really hurt. So maybe I’ll just put the singing on the back burner for a while.” You eat another scoop of rice, looking away from Zhongli. He humours you for a while, continuing to eat in silence while he thinks of the best way to console you. Of course, he likes hearing you sing, but at his core he likes how it gives you freedom to express yourself. What kind of husband would he be if he didn’t respect and appreciate that?
When you’re both finished eating, he finally speaks up. “You shouldn’t allow yourself to be stifled by others’ irrelevant opinions.” He says quietly, stroking your hair. “Your singing is a representation of you and how you feel, and you deserve to be able to express yourself freely.”
“You’re missing the point,” you sniffle.
“I am not.” Zhongli says, pulling you into a hug. “I am simply ignoring the opinions of those who are irrelevant. So sing, my little bird. Sing for all you’re worth.”
You laugh. “Let me guess, you’ll handle anyone who antagonises me?”
“That is a given,” He smiles. “I’ve been running out of people to unleash boulders on as of lately.”
“Please do not kill anyone because of this, Li. It’s truly not that serious.”
“Your happiness is a serious matter, yn.” Zhongli chuckles. “I shall try my best, but I make no promises.”
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notes: hey hi hai hello :3 its me i'm back and ready to fill your lives with zhongli over and over again but this time i'm going to be more organised and you're all going to have a great time of it hehe. anyway big thanks to aine who very kindly sponsored this post with her zhongli brainrot ask (seriously what would i do without you)
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Popstar MK1 Intros
A/N: Now I've finished off Electra Heart heres some intros set after it. This focus's on popstar reader being in costume when they come to fight + them still being in their relationship with Johnny.
Fighters: Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Smoke, Liu Kang, Shang Tsung
Warnings: None
Intros Part 1 Electra Heart
Johnny: Oh ho-ho-ho gotta say babe that is a great look on you. I always said that the big screen never captured how truly hot I am but I think it also applies to you.
You: Eyes up here Johnathan. I'm not a doll for you to gawk at.
Johnny: Oh fuck that's hot.
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Johnny: After this can I eat-
You: Not another word.
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Johnny: Ooo you're so dominant in character, should wear that to bed. I might even leave a little bit on you at the end of the night.
You: Hmp.
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You: Wait-wait-wait. Ah fuck lemme take these heel's off I can't keep fighting in costume. This was made to sing in no fight.
Johnny: Hey, hey if your feet are hurting go for it. There's no rush, I can wait. Last thing I want is you hurting.
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Johnny: Have you written any songs about me perhaps?
You: Oh this is kind of embarrassing, but try an album.
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Kenshi: Flashy.
You: And impractical.
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Kenshi: When I see you like this it really makes me realize how much you and Johnny are a match made in heaven.
You: Kenshi you're literally blind.
Kenshi: I think any blind man can see how bright the sequins are on that dress.
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Kenshi: Why the name Nightingale?
You: It's a long story.
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Kenshi: You always say your stage self is a character you play but I've yet to hear any difference.
You: That's ‘cause that shits embarrassing off stage. I can get away with Johnny because… I mean look at him.
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Kenshi: Johnny said you wrote an album about him. He hasn't shut up about it.
You: Yeah might have dropped the ball confessing that one.
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Smoke: Woah I can't believe your- woah.
You: I'm surprised you're familiar with my work actually.
Smoke: Of course, it's a bit of a guilty pleasure but I loved your second album.
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You: You know if you're ever free your welcome to tag along to one of my concerts and hit up backstage or front row whatever you prefer.
Smoke: Really?
You: Anytime! I always let my friends hang out.
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Smoke: Your outfit is more stunning in person than I could have possibly imagined.
You: Yeah but the glitter gets everywhere.
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Smoke: I remember your fourth album got scrapped, how come?
You: My fucking manager rejected it. Too off brand.
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Smoke: Johnny's always talking about bad managers, have you tried talking to him about your situation.
You: ...I haven't. My manager isn't terrible but maybe I should.
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You: The timeline you come from, was I like this?
Liu Kang: Admittedly I didn't know you very well.
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You: Were we not friends in your timeline? Is that why titan me didn't answer your summon?
Liu Kang: You died man years prior, you were forced to come back only to see Johnny mourning his second wife.
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You: So me and Johnny have always been together?
Liu Kang: That I don't know.
You: Am I destined to die again? So that Johnny can remarry?
Liu Kang: That is not what I have planned for you.
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Liu Kang: In my timeline you were always in costume. You fought dressed like this all the time.
You: Fuck that. I can barely get through one fight in these shoes.
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You: Why change up my destiny? Why not make Johnny happy with his second wife?
Liu Kang: I didn't decide on who you should love. I might have put you in the right place at the right time but that was all you.
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Shang Tsung: Well well, this is certainly a change.
You: Don't worry, you're still the king of costumes you fucking snake.
Shang Tsung: You wound me dear.
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Shang Tsung: It's a shame you chose to work with these imbeciles-
You: Don't even bother trying to manipulate me. I've been in Hollywood long enough.
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You: At least I'll look good, at least I'll look good-
Shang Tsung: What are you mumbling? Don't be afraid to speak up. I don't bite- hard.
You: THESE HEELS MIGHT HURT BUT AT LEAST ILL LOOK GOOD BEATING YOUR ASS
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Shang Tsung: It's curious the way your people worship you, for music alone…
You: You could always give it up and come a musician instead of the whole ‘murdering everyone with souls’ thing you do.
Shang Tsung: Hahaha, you truly are an entertainer aren't you?
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You: Let's get this over and done with.
Shang Tsung: So eager to meet your demise?
You: Had a long concert today- kinda wanna go nap.
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Cam I request for NSFW headcanons for Speedwagon ( I won't let this man die without some pus-) or Johnny 😃 ( because ... why not 🤷♂️) . You're choice !!!
AYOOOOOOOOOO FINALLY GOT TO ANSWER YOUR REQUEST
First of all, I'M REALLY REALLY SORRY FOR THE DELAY
Here I only have the Speedwagon headcanons, because I plan to do something different with Johnny👀
but anyway, I hope you like it! Next time I promise not to let the cobwebs spread through my inbox 😭 AND DON'T WORRY, SPEEDWAGON WON'T DIE WITHOUT SOME PUSSY
Robert E. O. Speedwagon - NSFW Headcanons
Silly little British
Maybe not that little
A gentleman, despite everything
But probably as nasty as Joseph would be
When he asked you out for the first time, you could only see a shy boy
Cordial, maybe too much so. To the point of holding back from calling you "milady"
He's a lonely man, so don't expect too much confidence from him
Because he's a loner, it's to be expected that being your butler is his love language
Or a strange way of flirting
This man is obsessed with you as if you were a priceless work of art
If someone harms his work of art, that person is dead
HE WOULD DIE AND KILL FOR YOU
And yet he feels like he would die of a heart attack whenever he's alone with you
At first, he restricts himself to modest kisses on your cheek or neck
You need to show that you're comfortable enough to unleash the beast in this man
He wants to keep you on his lap practically ALL THE TIME
He secretly likes to look down on you, as if you were a mere mortal facing a deity
To him, you're like a siren. And he's too weak to resist one
Now to the point, why you'll never understand HOW THAT MAN COULD BE IN ANY WAY SOLITARY
We're talking about a medium-sized cock, thick and strangely soft. Something velvety, the kind you always feel like touching. It's noticeable that he trims it regularly.
After taking off his own clothes, he takes off yours
But before he does, he asks your permission with a look, like a puppy
He's careful, touching every inch of your skin as if to memorize it
Lots of kisses before, during and after, as well as the next day and the day after that
Even naked, he's very hot, so don't be as alarmed as the neighbors when he starts opening the windows to cool down the room
No matter what he's doing, call him by his first name in a charming way and you'll see this man melt down
He'll kiss you and massage you all over, whispering silly, meaningless things in your ear hoping you'll be as numb with pleasure as he is to pay attention
Sometimes you'll notice that he's simply paralyzed, gazing at you
At first you thought it was some kind of joke, but after many nights of repeating it, you discovered that it was simply the stunned reaction to seeing the ivory sculpture that was your naked body in front of him
This man will ensure that you are the most satisfied lady in the United Kingdom
He'll also make sure he's the most affable lover
Also lie on, touch or kiss his chest when necessary (believe me, it will be necessary), it drives him crazy
If you like rough men and a bit of pain, I'm sorry, but Speedwagon is a gentleman and would never hurt a flower as beautiful as you.
If you beg, maybe he'll reconsider. But for now, he just allows himself to fuck you until you scream. But hitting? Not in a thousand years
But he doesn't mind being choked while you ride him
He could beg on his knees for you to sit on his face, but his virtues and shyness won't allow it
So sit on his face. He may not be asking for it, but you can be sure he wants it and needs it
Sometimes, involuntarily, he may end up becoming a little more dominant
But it will still be slow and sensual, unless you ask him to be rougher
Deep down, he loves to see you beg for more
Don't forget to scratch his back or pull his hair, he'll be delighted to see you doing it
If you tease him enough, he'll trap you under his body and destroy you
Or he'll do it with you standing up, holding you down so your legs don't collapse
Yes, he'll do it in front of the open window if he's wild enough
But this brief moment of wildness is only limited to when he's madly horny
After that, he'll go back to being the good old Speedwagon
He'll give you more kisses, that's obvious
If you're sore, he won't hesitate to give you a massage and clean you up
He'll keep whispering things in your ear about how you're driving him crazy and how well you've done
You can sense in the tone of his voice how sleepy he is, and you can't help but fear for your life at the prospect of him collapsing on you like a bear
He's not a man with a lot of stamina, and needs a long hibernation to recover it
However, make sure you wake up after him the next morning and you'll have a nobleman's breakfast
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He's being such a fucking tease, like you're in a mesh top but you've got a black t shirt underneath? Illegal. And I'm thinking of Chris trying to tease Sebastian who leaves him an overstimulated, denied mess. Like with dom bottom Seb and sub vers Chris. Seb uses Chris as his personal dildo and then puts a cockring on him with vibrating plug up his ass?
related to the new GQ shoot
also, you'd probably enjoy this earlier ask I answered
Such 👏🏻 a 👏🏻 tease 👏🏻
(Horny) Jail for Chris Evans. (Horny) Jail for 1,000 years.
Sebastian is pretty fucking sure he's never sweat more than he is right now. He's worked out hard--packed on bulk and muscle for roles and shed pounds like crazy for roles--he's sat in saunas for what felt like years, but he's never sweat like he is right now. He's never felt his heart pound the way it is right now. He's never breathed so hard. Even so, he wouldn't change a goddamn thing. Because sweat might be rolling down his back and he might be fever hot, wholly out of breath, but he's also never felt so fucking worked up in his whole fucking life.
Sex with Chris is great. It always is. Even half-assed and not-really-intense sex is incredible. Sparks still fly between them. But when it's whole-assed and really-really-intense sex--
Guh.
It's a whole 'nother world.
Sebastian isn't just on a different planet right now, though. He's not just been blasted off to Jupiter. No. He's in a whole different fucking galaxy. He's spinning without gravity to pin him down, shaking, and strung out. And every gasping breath is a punched out sound of, "ah, ah, ah!" He can't stay quiet. He can't even pretend. This hits so hard.
Fuck me.
Pleasure sparks up his spine from low, low, low in his gut. Tightly knotted and molten. It feels so good.
This feels so good.
He hadn't fucking believed his eyes when Chris came home, stripped off his coat and had been wearing that.
He was just at a photoshoot! And they, they put him in--
God.
They put him in a fucking mesh shirt.
What the fuck?
Who did that?
And why did no one think to warn Sebastian?
Chris had simply playfully patted his chest, laughing off his brain-fried reaction, drawling, "don't worry baby, they didn't get to see nothin', I had this shirt on under it the whole time." He pulled at a black shirt, one practically screaming for help, its seams pulled much too tight. It looked painted on. As did that fucking mesh shirt. A sleeveless mesh shirt. Because. Fuck. Somebody at that photoshoot had it out for Sebastian.
Sebastian still half thinks somebody's trying to kill him, having it out for him bad, and he's still half convinced that this isn't real.
How could this be real?
Chris had asked him, "really? You don't think it looks kinda... dumb? Like, 90s vest in a bad way?"
No.
It's not fucking dumb.
It's not dumb unless you count the decision to put a t-shirt under the mesh! What's the point of the mesh then?
Sebastisn made him take off the shirts, then put just one back on. Just the mesh. It's white, and it stands out starkly against Chris' dark tattoos and his staining blush. The pretty pink color starts on his handsome face and seeps all the way down past his beard, over his throat, and onto his round chest--spilling beyond his pecs, all the way to his clenching stomach. Sebastian isn't the only one molten hot. Chris is feverish underneath him. He's sweating. He's glistening under that fucking mesh. His pentant necklace is heaving up and down, pulled astray from the middle of his chest, between his tits, to one side. It catches the light in their room, just like the slickness pooling over his skin. It's enough to make Sebastian even crazier, as feral as he already is bouncing on Chris' cock, in his lap, his hands planted on Chris' chest. He's got handfuls of his tits, steadying himself with every move he makes, taking his cock deep, angling himself to fuck against his prostate again and again and again.
Ah, ah, ah!
His hands curl tighter on Chris' chest with all the pleasure. His toes curl. His thighs shake. He's cum once already. But he's not done. He hasn't had his fill yet.
He wants to grab and pull and take, but that fucking mesh shirt is too tight. There's no slack. Nothing to hold onto. Still, it makes him drool. The way it clings to Chris. The way it looks over the shape of his body. Hugging his tits and his waist while remaining soft enough to let the hard points of his nipples be seen.
"S-Seb!" Chris whines, his hands shaking nearly as bad as Sebastian's own thighs.
Sebastian moans in response to his name on those lips, grinding down harder. He wants Chris deeper.
There's nothing as fucking satisfying as feeling Chris in his guts, reranging them, as using Chris so well that he feels him right up against his prostate and the back of his throat at the same time, hardly able to breath, leaving his eyes blurring with hot, prickling tears, clenching so tight around him that he can feel him throb, the brutal thundering of his heart--
Clenching so tight around the thickness of him, the heaviness of him, filling him up, that he can feel--
"Gah!" Sebastian groans, a full-body shiver taking over him for a moment.
He can feel the cock ring he put around Chris right at his clenching, fluttering, hungry rim.
He can feel the control--the power he has over Chris. The power Chris lets him have. Chris walks out into the world--Chris lets hoards of fans see him, drool over him, lust over him, but Sebastian is the only one Chris lets have him, fuck him, use him.
Sebastian is using him.
Chris looks like the worst, most delicious kind of toy--dressed up, slutted up. And Sebastian is going to use him as such. Sebastian is using him as such. Now. Right now. On top of him, in his lap, writhing, moaning, sitting on his cock, sitting on his bound cock because Sebastian is using him. Using him for pleasure. Using him for his hard, thick cock. Using him as his own pornography. Nothing more, nothing less.
He needs Chris to stay heavy and hard and throbbing. For as long as he wants. He needs it. And he's making it happen with the cock ring and the plug he slid into Chris' tight ass, rumbling with just enough vibration to feel it shooting through his veins like hot electricity, going to his head, but not enough vibration to make him orgasm through the ring.
It's perfect torture.
Perfect for Sebastian.
"Ah! Seb!" Chris tries again. His hands successfully tighten on his hips for a moment, just long enough for him to slam him down hard, deep on his cock and keep him there for a delicious second. But he loses it nearly immediately. Too worn down for any fine motor control.
His agonized voice, his unraveling. It's so good for Sebastian.
"Baby, baby, oh, God, babyy," he moans.
Sebastian moans, too, staring at the open gape of Chris' swollen, slick lips. Red and hot and plush. He looks so hot. His mouth looks so hot. Sebastian wouldn't, couldn't get off his dick if he tried, but he also wants in that mouth. He wants to feel how wet and hot and tight it is and he wants to feel the desperate pitch of his voice on his cock. Vibrations on his dick. God. He wants it.
"Baby, you g-gotta let me, oh, oh, you gotta let me cum! Seb! Please!"
Music to Sebastian's ears. Jesus Christ.
"Please! Baby 'm dyin', I'm, 'm, ohh, fuck, please!" His hips jerk up hard. His head pushes back against the bed, arching his flushed, sweat-slick throat. Holy shit, yeah, Sebastian wants in that.
He wants.
But he can't fucking stop this.
It's so good. God. His cock is so good. He could live on it. He could live just like this. Chris delicious and squirming and begging underneath him. Eyes lidded heavily, barely focused, barely looking at Sebastian with how gone he is. Chris doesn't even have to be tied down! He wants Sebastian to feel good. He wants to be used for Sebastian's pleasure.
Sebastian wants more pleasure. Just a little more. He can't help how greedy he's become. Chris gives it to him so good! It's not his fault! Even when he's not giving. Even when he's just lying back like he is now, letting it happen. It's. so. good.
His cock is so swollen from being kept in the unforgiving ring and it keeps twitching inside Sebastian. How could Sebastian possibly pass this up?
"Ohmygod, oh, oh, fuck, Seb--" Chris' voice is tight, and he bears his teeth, gritting them almost as if he's in pain. But Sebastian doesn't blame him. He can't. How can he when he can't think?
Sebastian's too busy letting out a stupid loud moan of his own, shivers on the outside working their way in. Inside. Leaving him quivering, shaking, and milking Chris' cock as he cums for a second time. This time, he doesn't have a hand around himself. He doesn't catch any of his cum in his hand, smearing it back down his shaft as lube, extra slippery and wet and messy, preventing a mess on Chris' mesh shirt. This time it just paints him. Making a goddamn mess over the mesh shirt, the ink below it, and his skin.
Sebastian heaves in a breath, still whited-out.
Oh, God.
Oh, God.
It feels so good. Still.
He's so sensitive.
He can hardly take it.
Ah!
He squirms, drawing tiny figure eights with his hips, sitting heavy on Chris' still hard, still throbbing dick. Ahhh! His eyes flutter shut.
"Baby," Chris sounds like he's about to lose his voice. All gravel and rough and low. Sebastian shivers uncontrollably, his senses fading back in as he comes down. As most of him comes down...
He's still hard.
Half-hard.
But... almost ready to go again.
And he knows the moment Chris knows it, "babyyy!" he pleads. Frustration thick in his voice.
Good.
Good.
He looks so good.
He feels so good.
He's being so good.
Sebastian only smirks, breathless, all mischievous kitten like. He narrows his eyes at Chris. What? What're you gonna do? He challenges wordlessly underneath the sound of their panting, his heartbeat in his ears, and the muffled vibrations coming from inside Chris. Easily picking up the remote, locating it in the ruined, completely rumbled sheets, Sebastian turns the vibrations up.
"OH!" Chris hips buck up, almost throwing Sebastian off of him. But Sebastian is faster now that he's gotten some of his brain power back after the release of an orgasm that he so, so badly needed. He presses Chris arms back into the bed over his head, fingers encircling his wrists, putting them chest to chest. Lips to lips. Almost kissing. But not quite. Lust is thick in the air. Sebastian can taste it. He watches Chris' dark, desperate eyes close, expecting to be kissed.
Seb doesn't kiss him.
Instead, Seb dips lower, he swivels his hips on his cock, making him cry out, and uses his mouth on his gorgeous tits. Wrapping his lips around his nipple and using just a hint of teeth, just a flick of his tongue. Teasing.
Chris' eyes snap back open with a half-wail, half-shout of his name. It's teary and urgent. Sebastian squeezes around him, making it worse. He bites his collarbone, laps teasingly down the line of chain of his necklace, and whispers into one of his tattoos, "you wanna dress like a slut, I'm gonna have to use you like one. You understand?"
He's teasing.
He's not expecting--
Chris chokes, "y-yes," he doesn't even seem to register what he's saying, so fuck-drunk, "use me."
Fuck.
"Use me," he whimpers.
Holy fuck.
How the fucking fuck is Sebastian going to turn down that invatation on a sliver fucking platter? What is there to do but sit back up, ignore his complaining, cramping quads, and get back to it? Fucking Chris like he's nothing but a toy, he doesn't have needs, he's just here to stay hard and be used. That's it. That's it. Yeah, God, yeah--
Sebastian gets back into his rhythm. Back to using him.
In conclusion:
Fuck that mesh shirt. It fucked me up.
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Secret no more (WandaNat x Fem!Reader)
Summary: The thought that has been stuck in your mind for days now comes to light. You feared for your girlfriends' reactions, what if they leave you? What if they get angry?
A/N: Part 2 of Their perfect little secret. And as I said in that one-shot, English is not my first language, so I'm sorry for the mistakes you could find on this one. By the way, thank you for all the support on the previous part, it became my most popular post and this blog reached the hundred followers! I'm really thankful of everyone who supported the first part and my previous works.
Warnings: There's smut at the beginning, so please, minors DNI! After that is just a little bit of angst but it has a happy ending, I promise! Also, rushed ending because I was tired and couldn't think of a better one.
(Credits of this picture to it's creator!)
Your whole body tensed when you felt your third orgasm approaching. Wanda's fingers were giving you the right amount of pleasure and even more, you couldn't complain about it.
Natasha was moving her hips as she fucked Wanda with the strap-on, a scene you always enjoyed to watch, and more when you were part of it.
"I need to cum." You mumbled, moaning a little bit louder when Wanda touched that sweet spot inside of you. "Fuck! Please, please let me cum, mommy."
"You've been too loud recently, Y/n. Maybe we should stop." Natasha teased you as she moved her hand to Wanda's wirst to stop her movements on you.
"No, please daddy!" You shouted-whispered. "... I'll be quiet, just let me..."
You stopped talking to let out a silent moan, you were still holding your orgasm and Wanda and Natasha were impressed about it. They wanted to tease you a little more, but they knew you could explode at any second.
"Let go for us, pretty baby." Wanda mumbled and you obeyed. A silent moan left your throat as your whole body was shaking. After that, Wanda and Natasha came too, you were breathing heavily but still opened your arms asking for a hug from them.
They smiled as Wanda approached to you and gave you a kiss before hugging you. Natasha also kissed you and then hugged you and Wanda, wanting to protect you both.
"My pretty girls, I love you." She said and you smiled, feeling happier than you ever felt.
"I love you too." You and Wanda answered. You felt your eyelids heavier and you were about to fall asleep when you remembered something you wanted to tell them for a couple of weeks now.
"Hey, I need to tell you something." You started, moving away from Wanda and Nat's embracement. "I... What if I told someone I'm dating you?" You asked timidly.
"Have you told someone about us?" Natasha asked, but her features were of pure fear, just as Wanda's.
"I haven't, don't worry." You mumbled. "I just... I thought we could make this official, you know?"
"This is official." Wanda said. "You're our girlfriend."
"Yeah, but no one knows about it. They just think I'm the third wheel or something like that."
"But you're not and you know it. We know it." Wanda smiled at you, but you couldn't return the gesture.
"So you're not interested on letting people know I'm dating you?"
"Y/n..."
"Look, I love you both so much, but I don't think I want to be a secret anymore." You said and got up of the bed, dressing up as fast as you could.
"Baby, could you please come back to bed?" Natasha asked you kindly, but the knot on your throat didn't let you answer. You shook your head and went out of their room, running to yours.
Hopefully all of your teammates were sleeping and you didn't have to give them explanations of what you were doing in Wanda and Natasha's bedroom at almost 2AM. But things never happen as you want them to happen.
"Hey Y/n." Bucky greeted. "Where were you?"
"Why are you not sleeping? I heard old people needed to sleep more than the young ones." You said and Bucky smiled.
"Nightmares. They keep me awake most of the time." Shit.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"So... you know about...?"
"Yes, but honestly that's none of my bussiness. As long as you three are happy, that's enough." You shook your head while holding your tears, Bucky stared at you with a confused look on his face.
"Let's say we're kinda over. Well, they're still in a relationship, but I guess I'm not part of it anymore. And I don't want to talk about it, I just need to sleep."
"I'm sorry to hear that. I won't say a word, I promise." Bucky told you. "Good night."
A few days passed by, Wanda and Natasha tried to talk to you but you didn't want to. You haven't even left your room since that night. Steve and Tony tried to make you go training with them, but they weren't successful. The only one who you let in was Bucky, you didn't really talk about Wanda and Nat, but Bucky talked about his day and sometimes about his nightmares and you liked to hear his thoughts.
"... and I just keep dreaming of that time. I'm just afraid of someone brainwashing me again." He told you.
"Hey, you've been here for almost six years. You're safe with us." You held his hand and gave him a smile.
"Thanks, Y/n. You're a really good friend." Your smile widen at his words and you couldn't help to hug him. Bucky was surprised, but still hugged you back.
"Thank you, Buck. I appreciate it."
"And as your friend... I need to tell you that you should talk with both Wanda and Natasha. They're having a bad time and they miss you a lot." You sighed at his words.
"It's not that easy." You answered.
"It is. You know them and they know you. You should get out of the room and go talk to them."
"Okay, I will." You assured him and Bucky smiled.
That night you finally left your room, most of the avengers were having dinner, so all of their eyes focused on you when you entered the dining room.
"Hey, nice to see you, Y/n." Steve greeted you and Wanda and Natasha got up of their seats when your name was pronounced.
They stood in front of you for a couple of seconds before hugging you. You couldn't stop the tears in your eyes and started to cry when you felt the warm bodies of your girlfriends. You missed them.
You missed feeling the way they make you feel.
"Hi, baby." Natasha mumbled, her voice almost breaking. "We miss you so much."
"You don't have any idea how much we miss you." Wanda said kissing your cheek. "Would you please come back to us?" You sighed.
"You know what I want."
"And we're willing to give that to you." Natasha said and before you could answer, her lips crashed on yours. When she broke the kiss, Wanda's lips captured yours.
"We should have listened to you first." Wanda told you. "I'm sorry, detka."
"Me too." Nat said. "We acted so dumb, but we wanted to protect you, you know we could risk a lot if the wrong people know we're dating."
"I know. But I also know we could kick their asses easily." You mumbled and they laughed. "Only if you let me"
"Of course we will." Wanda whispered and you hugged them again.
"Did we miss something?" Tony asked and when you three looked at the table, everyone were confused and surprised, even Bucky acted like that.
"We're dating." Natasha simply said, holding your hand and hugging Wanda.
"You three?" You all nodded. "Well, congratulations!" Clint almost shouted and everyone followed him. They were surprised, but still supportive about you, Nat and Wanda.
"Now we know why Y/n spends her nights at Witchy and Widow's room." Tony mumbled. "Well, whatever, just let us sleep when you... y'know, don't make so much noise."
"We'll try." Wanda answered looking at you before getting close to your ear. "But you better be loud tonight, malyshka."
"Tonight?" You whisper-shouted, hiding your excitement.
"Shh, detka, they could hear you." Natasha told you before grabbing your face between her hands. "I love you." She left a small kiss on your lips and winked at you before walking to her and Wanda's room.
"I also love you." Wanda said kissing you again. "Now come, princess. We have so much to do tonight."
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DEFECTIVE GOOD PART 21
JR received a call from the Resistance camp and Chewbacca decided to let her use the communication links of the Millennium Falcon to receive the call. As soon as she opened it, both Poe and Finn asked at the same time:
"JR ! Are you alright ?!"
"Yes," She said with a reassuring smile, her voice soft and distant. "I'm alright."
Poe and Finn exchanged a look of concern. They could sense that something was troubling her, something deeper than mere tiredness.
"JR. We heard you. You called for us. You seemed in pain." Poe said in a worried tone and Finn then added.
"How did you do that by the way ?! How did we hear you ?"
JR-6025 hesitated for a moment, unsure how to explain what had happened... "I'm not entirely sure..." she admitted finally, "But somehow, I was able to reach out to you. Through the Force, I suppose."
Poe and Finn exchanged a look of surprise and wonderment. "That's amazing..." Poe whispered under his breath. "I've never heard of a Force-sensitive being able to communicate across such distances before..."
"Wait…So are you like…a Jedi too ?!" Finn asked excitedly.
Poe chuckled, amused at Finn's enthusiasm. "Careful now, don't get ahead of yourself, buddy...let's hear what she has to say first."
Finn nodded eagerly, barely containing his excitement. "You're right, you're right..." he admitted.
Rey, who was nearby, overheard their conversation and couldn't help but have a small smile on his face at Finn's childlike enthusiasm. Jedi or not, the Force was a part of all living things, and sometimes even non-Jedi were capable of using it without even realising it.
JR seemed hesitant as she replied.
"I don’t know. I just…I guess I was just so scared that I managed to call you two through the Force cause I thought that…I trusted you two to come save me or something."
She laughed awkwardly—not realising what she just said.
Poe and Finn looked at each other, a mix of surprise and admiration on their faces. "Well...I guess that answers that," Poe concluded with a chuckle. "You may not be a Jedi yet, but you're definitely beginning to show some Force sensitivity. And who knows ? Maybe with some training, you'll be able to do even more."
"Wait ! Hold up…" Finn seemed momentarily shocked before he grinned. "…So…You were scared. And the first people you thought about calling to get help was me and Poe ?"
Poe and Finn looked at each other again before grinning broadly. "Well, well, well...looks like you've got yourself a rescue team, my friend," Poe teased JR. "We're always ready to lend a hand, especially when it comes to saving our friend in need."
Finn nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly. We're here for you no matter what. You can count on us, always."
JR smiled.
"I mean…Obviously I would choose the best pilot in the universe and a fellow ‘deserter' to come save me. Wouldn’t let anyone else rescue me."
Poe and Finn burst out laughing at her response. "Well, thank you kindly, ma'am ! Always a pleasure to be of service," Poe exclaimed with a wink. "We'll be sure to hang an oversized 'mission accomplished' banner above your head after all this."
Finn snorted in agreement. "And don't forget to add some fireworks to that banner !" he added. "Because that's how we roll, right ?"
Rey arrived just at that moment and smiled at the camera before saying.
"You two wouldn’t get to her in time. Besides, she called me too. I think I may be best qualified on the rescue team since I am also a Force user."
Poe raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, is that a challenge, Rey ? We'll have to test that theory sometime soon."
Finn grinned, a competitive glint in his eyes. "Oh, yeah, let's see about that. We'll have to see which is better—pilot's skill or a Force user's power. Let the best rescuer win !" he declared.
"Right." Rey playfully rolled her eyes. "Not much of a competition."
Poe and Finn playfully groaned, knowing that Rey was right. "Alright, alright...you win," Poe conceded. "But just know that we'll be ready for a rematch should the need ever arise !"
Finn chimed in: "Exactly ! We may have lost this round to the resident Jedi, but we'll be sure to step up our game next time."
Rey chuckled before waving them goodbye.
"Well, this Jedi is gonna go train with her lightsaber. Bye."
She walked out of JR’s hurt and JR smiled before looking back at the screen.
"I…kinda miss you."
Poe and Finn laughed at Rey's playful arrogance before she waved them goodbye. When she was gone, they turned back to the screen and both their expressions softened as they heard JR's confession.
"We miss you too, friend," Poe said, his voice filled with sincerity. "But don't worry, we'll see each other soon enough. And until then, just know that we're always thinking of you."
Finn nodded in agreement. "Exactly. You're never far from our thoughts, JR. We're a team, remember ?"
She smiled.
"Yeah. Am glad I got you all on my team."
Poe and Finn exchanged a look before breaking into more laughter.
"You've got that right !" Poe managed to say, still chuckling. "We're a pretty unbeatable team, if I do say so myself."
Finn nodded in agreement, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Absolutely. We've got the flying expertise, the lightsaber skills, and the desertion expertise all rolled into one great package !"
He raised his fist in mock victory. "Go team !"
She laughed and shook her head.
"Right right. Go team. Try not to annoy General Leia while me and Rey are gone, okay ?"
Poe and Finn chuckled in agreement.
"No promises there !" Finn teased, to which Poe added, "We'll do our best, but you know how it is with Leia—she doesn't always see our charm, as it were."
Poe and Finn pretended to be very distraught at the prospect as they shared an exaggerated frown.
"Right. Tell her hi on my behalf. And…we’ll see each other soon." She smiled.
Poe and Finn nodded, their expressions warm and understanding.
"We'll be sure to update the General on your progress, ma'am," Poe replied, a playful salute in his voice. "And we'll be waiting impatiently for that glorious 'mission accomplished' banner to be hung."
Finn chuckled. "And don't forget to add extra glitter when you hang it. We like our missions sparkly, you know ?"
"Pff…Okay. Alright. Enough. I am ending communication now." She playfully rolled her eyes. Her friends laughed.
"Fair enough," Poe said. "But we'll be here if you need anything, okay ? We're still here for you even if you're light years away."
"Exactly ! And we'll be waiting for you with open arms when you return," Finn added with a smile. "Take care, Jedi !"
The screen turned blank and JR stood there momentarily, feeling thankful for her friends. Even though she was far away, she had a team that she could always count on.
She wasn't alone anymore...
Her team...
Her friends...
Her people...
JR smiled as the thought crossed her mind. She wasn't just a mere anonymous stormtrooper anymore. She was part of something greater.
Part of a family...And her role was far greater than what she could have imagined. JR smiled at herself before standing up—not expecting to see Kylo Ren standing there. She frowned at his spiritual apparition.
"…What are you doing here, Lord Ren ?"
He tilted his head.
"…What ? Am I not allowed on your 'rescue team' ?" His lips curved upwards. "You called me too after all…"
JR raised an eyebrow, her face twisted in a mixture of surprise and annoyance. "Well, isn't that a surprise," she muttered tersely. "You were eavesdropping, weren't you ?"
Kylo Ren's smirk only widened in response, as if to confirm her accusation. "Of course," he admitted unapologetically. "It's not every day that someone seeks my help."
"…It was a mistake." She looked away. "Now, get out of my head, will you ?"
Kylo Ren laughed, a low and menacing sound.
"You know it's not that easy," he sneered. "The Force is strong, and it holds us together. Our bond is one that cannot be broken so easily."
He stepped closer to her, his presence imposing and imposing. "Besides...I don't think you truly want me to leave, do you ?"
She frowned.
"If it is Rey you are searching for, you knocked at the wrong door." She informed him before she tilted her head to the right. "Two doors to the right. You can’t miss her."
Kylo chuckled, a dry and raspy sound that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Consider me uninterested for now," he replied, his voice cold and menacing. "I'm after a far bigger catch...one that may take a bit more effort, unfortunately."
He took a step closer, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her shiver.
He was...intimidating. Even through a spiritual apparition. If anything else, he was a true Sith. JR's brows furrowed as she tried to keep her gaze from slipping. It was true that he was trying to establish a connection with her. Through the force...To feel her fear and ultimately, try to manipulate her.
She tried to think rationally.
But she couldn't deny the feeling of fear and weakness that came with his presence...
"You see, I've been watching you...watching your progress...and I must say, I'm impressed."
She grimaced.
"I am not sure if I should be flattered or creeped out by that…"
Kylo's smirk widened. "Take it however you'd like," he replied, his voice low and dangerous. "I merely find you...intriguing."
He took a step forward, his gaze intense, even through the holographic connection. "And I tend to be intrigued by what is mine."
"Yours ?" She bit back a laugh. "Now, you must REALLY confuse me with Rey. She is the one you care about."
Ren narrowed his eyes, his face growing cold at her words. "I don't know what you're trying to imply here," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "But I suggest you watch your tongue."
The Force around them grew tense and heavy as he took a step closer.
"…Lord Ren. I am here because you asked me to keep her safe. To protect her. I didn’t mean to offend you. I was just…"
Kylo Ren's expression softened slightly as he heard her words. "I'm not offended," he said, his voice quieter now. "And I know you were just doing your job...but sometimes I can't help but wonder what would have happened if I had chosen a different path...a different fate."
He trailed off, his gaze growing distant.
"…What do you mean ?"
Kylo Ren clenched his jaw before responding to her question. His voice was tight and controlled, but still, with an edge of emotion lurking beneath its surface.
"I mean," he began, "that no one else is better suited to protect her...to stand by her side, as you do."
He took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, there was a note of vulnerability in his tone. "She trusts you. You are her friend, and she values you. And...so do I."
She remained silent.
"…You shouldn’t. I am always uncertain. Unable to make a choice…I care about both sides. I keep thinking about you and General Hux and the people of the First Order. And I keep thinking that I would never be able to harm you. Even when I was so afraid during Skywalker’s test, I called out to both sides to protect me. I just wanted to have you by my side. To know that you were all safe."
She felt her heartbeat increase slightly as Kylo said those words. She felt his presence...his emotions. She felt...compelled. She was aware enough to know that it was the Force at work, and the manipulation at play, but...
Why did it feel so right ?
As Kylo spoke, her gaze remained fixed on his face. His expression was hard, but there was something...
Human about the way he spoke.
There was then a silence that lasted for several moments before Ren's voice finally came through.
"That is...quite a dilemma," he said slowly, seemingly considering his words carefully. "And to be honest, it is one that I find quite perplexing. You wish to have both sides, but ultimately, you know that such a thing is not possible."
He paused for a moment before continuing. "It is a predicament in which you must make a choice. Ultimately, you must decide whether to side with the Resistance or the First Order."
"Both sides are calling to me. I understand both sides, and it is driving me insane…" She let out a sigh of frustration.
"I know...but you must make a choice," Kylo replied, a hint of urgency in his tone. "You can't have both. It's either one or the other...or neither."
"…I cannot. I cannot choose to hurt. It is not my goal. It was never my goal." She buried her face in her arms and even though she had the urge to look out the window and ask the stars for guidance—she stopped herself. She had only ever wished to help…but now, the universe seemed to tell her that the only way to do so was for someone she cared about to die ?
The stars, as they often did, gave her no answers—and the Force, as it often did, did not respond. She was left alone to ponder her fate in silence.
She looked up to look at Kylo Ren.
"…Won’t someone show me the way ? The way for just this war to end without pain ?"
Kylo Ren's face twisted in a mixture of conflict and rage, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "There is no such thing," he said, his voice sharp and biting. "In war, there is always pain. Always sacrifice. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you'll find your place in this struggle."
"…I told you. I refuse to see it the way you do."
Kylo's face twisted into a fierce frown. "You may refuse to see it, but it doesn't change the facts," he retorted. "War is not a place for cowards or fools who can't make tough decisions."
He took a step closer, his expression growing dark and menacing. "You can't avoid the pain forever...it's time to face the truth."
She frowned and faced him.
"…You know that I won’t choose your side if the choice was to be inevitable."
Kylo's face hardened at her words. "I know," he replied, his voice like ice. "But you'll be making a mistake if you don't. If you can't see that, then you're a fool."
He took a step forward, his gaze intense. "Do you think the Resistance will welcome you with open arms ? Do you think they'll accept you for who you are ? You're nothing to them but a tool...a pawn to be sacrificed at their convenience."
"Maybe so. But, I am not fighting for them. I am fighting for the people I care about. I am fighting for those who believe in freedom and justice." Her gaze softened. "This is why it is so hard…because I know that the people behind the First Order are not evil. You, me and General Hux were born into this conflict. And everything would have been so different if the Force wasn’t so complicated and the world so cruel…"
Ren's fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. "You're right," he said between clenched teeth. "It's not fair. And I would be lying if I said I hadn't thought about what could have been...but that doesn't change the facts."
He took a step closer, his gaze intense as he stared into hers. "The war has been raging for years now. The First Order isn't going to go away. You can either join us or fight against us...but you can't have both."
Fight the First Order. Or join them ?
The choice seemed so simple, yet...it wasn't.
No matter how much she believed in the Rebellion, she simply couldn't deny the truth in Kylo's words. The First Order wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
She couldn't have it both ways...
Yet...
She didn't want to hurt the Rebellion.
Not at all...Not even a little.
"…Then convince me." She uttered in a whisper.
Kylo's face twisted in a mixture of frustration and longing. "You know I can't convince you," he replied, his voice trembling. He stepped even closer, until their faces were just inches apart, and reached out to cup her face in his hands. "You're stubborn and idealistic...but that's what I love about you."
He leaned in closer, his lips mere centimeters away from hers, as the tension between them grew thicker and more intense. Her breath hitched at his closeness and she screamed.
"LIAR !" She then pushed him away. Her sudden outburst caught Kylo Ren off guard. At first he stared at her with stunned silence.
But then a dark glare filled his eyes.
In that moment, all traces of the vulnerability that had filled his voice and mannerisms vanished in an instant, and a cold...even dangerous side of him emerged.
He glared at her...ready to strike back.
"YOU DARE CALL ME A LIAR ?"
He took a step back, his stance tensing as he prepared for whatever was about to come. The Force shifted around them, a tense and oppressive energy filling the air between them.
She glared at him.
"You love Rey. You’ve always loved Rey. From the moment you first laid your eyes on her. But since you cannot have her, you are trying to lie to me ! To make me believe in a love that isn’t !"
The silence that followed was deafening.
Kylo's eyes narrowed even more as he kept his gaze fixed on her.
The Force between them felt...
Tense...heavy...
Impending...
"You are a brave one," he finally said through tight teeth. His voice was calm...but there was a certain danger that hung over his tone. "...So you think you know me ?"
"More than you know." She looked at him and her eyes softened. "…I won’t accept your lies, Lord Ren. Please. I cannot."
His rage grew even more as he heard those words.
Her eyes softened.
She thought she knew him better than he knew himself.
The Force between them grew even more tense...There was a certain fragility about it.
"Oh really..." He seethed between clenched teeth. "...And what makes you so certain about that ?"
She didn’t hesitate before cupping his face and pressing her forehead against his.
"I have come to know more about you through your words. Every spoken word. You could be Kylo Ren or Ben Solo that it wouldn’t matter to me. I shall always care for the man who wears both names."
She had a point. She didn’t let his title scare her or intimidate her. She had no fear of him..
She was simply...there.
...With him.
Her words left him mute for a moment as he simply looked at her. Then, a certain tenderness came across his face. She instantly felt it and sighed before taking a step towards him.
"…Did he hurt you ? Supreme Leader Snoke ?" She asked worriedly.
His expression darkened for a moment at the mention of his master’s name.
"...Don't...don't bring him up. You...you don't need to know those things..."
His voice was dark.
He looked like he was trying very hard to appear unaffected...But his eyes gave him away.
She sighed before slowly and gently stroking the back of his head.
"Last time we spoke, I felt a dark force pushing you away from me. I was so worried. Was it him ?"
A brief flash of hurt crossed his face. He remained quiet for a few moments, before answering her question.
"He was..." He paused, struggling to maintain his composure. "...What do you want me to say ? That he hurt me ? That he was the reason I acted the way I did ? That he...Made me the person I am today ?"
The person I hate today. He thought.
She smiled before gently pulling his hand towards her and intertwining their fingers.
"And still…you came back."
He looked down at their joined hands and took a deep breath.
"Yes..." he muttered between clenched teeth, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Still, I came back."
She smiled again.
"I can feel it. You still feel the pull towards the Light, don’t you ?"
He sighed and looked away for a brief moment.
"Yes...I do." He looked straight into her eyes. "And I despise it."
She reached out for his chin and slowly forced him to look at her.
"Don’t. I felt scared too. At first. But…You do not need to despise the Light."
"I do." He tried to remove her hands from his chin, but his own hands were shaking. A tear escaped from his eyes.
He turned away.
"I despise it. I despise it all."
She smiled and pressed her forehead against his once more—her heart tightening at the pain and hatred she felt emanating from him in waves.
"Sssh. I know. I know. It hurts."
"It hurts." He leaned in close. "...It hurts."
The tension between them seemed to grow even thicker, the Force seemed to pulsate with even more intensity.
It was so close to snapping...
He reached up and brushed an errant strand of hair aside. And then he spoke in a whisper so soft...so small.
"I want it to stop hurting." He said as he tried to embrace the comfort she was offering him by her presence alone.
"It will…I will help you. I promise." She whispered.
He didn't speak. His breathing was shallow and fast and he was so close to her. His heart was beating fast. It was almost hard to imagine that he was an agent of darkness at all.
That he was even capable of hurting people...
He looked into her eyes, they felt like...warmth.
He reached his hands up and cupped her face.
Her breathing hitched.
Their faces were so close to one another...He looked like he was going to explode. He looked away and his jaw clenched.
"...I..." he whispered. "I am not..."
He looked up and their eyes met, their heads still inches from one another.
"I am..."
He paused and breathed in, his face growing paler and his hands shaking harder.
"I..."
She smiled and hugged him tightly.
"…It’s okay. Everything will be okay." She held his trembling hands in hers.
He felt the relief flood into his body as soon as she hugged him. His breathing slowed and his hands ceased shaking.
His body relaxed...
His heartbeat slowed...
"It hurts...I..."
He squeezed his eyes shut as his tears escaped and trickled down his cheeks.
"...I want it to stop..."
"I know."
He didn’t speak. His chest heaved as he tried to breathe and calm himself. And slowly, he felt the weight lifting off his shoulders and his breathing slowing...He held her tighter...as his tears continued to fall.
She stroked his back.
He shuddered slightly at her touch, but he also felt his muscles loosening.
His tears fell, but he stopped trying to wipe them away.
He gripped her even tighter and buried one hand into her hair.
"...I just want to...I just want to..." He was starting to lose control over his own tongue. There were so many things he wanted to say…but couldn’t.
"…I do not want to fight you. I do not want to be your enemy." She whispered and kissed his forehead. He stayed there for a few seconds...perhaps even more. The warmth of the moment washed over him. He lifted his head from her shoulder and looked back at her. He remained quiet for a few more seconds as he simply stared at her.
His hands were still interlaced in hers and he didn't want to let go.
"I..." he whispered and he added with a small smile. "I don't want to fight you, either."
A brief pause.
"I don't want to fight you, at all."
She nodded.
"In a different life..." he said in a small voice before pausing for a few seconds.
"Maybe we could...." He remained silent for a few more seconds, the emotions inside him too mixed to be named. "In a different life, maybe we could have..."
His voice grew even softer as he continued.
"Maybe we could have been more than enemies..."
"…Of course." She smiled. "We would have been friends. I am sure of it."
He remained silent for a few moments longer...
"Friends..." He remained silent until he finally spoke up again. "More than friends."
She didn’t say anything.
"...More than just friends," he added again, his voice growing even softer as he spoke. He was quiet for a moment, as if thinking about what he was going to say next.
"Maybe...in a different life," he continued, his voice taking on a slightly wistful tone. "...we could have been..."
A brief pause.
"...Lovers."
She sighed and looked away.
He remained close to her, trying to get a glimpse of her face. It felt like an eternity of silence as he waited for her to reply back, a million thoughts crossing his mind.
He wanted to know how she felt. And at the same time, he was so very afraid of the answer.
And so, he stayed silent as he waited for her to speak first.
She finally smiled sadly at him. "…I care about you. But…You cannot love me."
Everything in him froze.
His breath stilled, his heart slowed to a crawl...
He felt like he was about to drop to the floor.
It hurt.
"What ?" he finally whispered, his eyes betraying just how much it hurt him to hear those words from her.
"…You cannot love me because if you do, you’ll end up hurt." She explained rather unclearly.
"...I am already hurt. I’ve been hurt for a long time...and you know that. And..." He whispered and paused, finding it hard to get the next words out. "...You won’t hurt me—not you."
JR sighed and stroked his cheek. "I cannot love you. Not as long as you think love is weakness. It is the reason I will choose the Rebellion. Because I think the First Order just takes away any kind of love that could ever be…"
That broke something in him and his eyes flashed with an intense cold intensity. "Do not say another word," he warned, his voice tense.
She shivered at the shift in his demeanor. His anger was cold and hard, and she had never...
Ever
...Seen him this way.
He looked...dangerous.
She said nothing, keeping her mind quiet and her face expressionless as she tried to avoid triggering him. Then, with a swift movement, Kylo stepped up close to her and grabbed her by the arms, squeezing them so tightly that it became painful.
"W-What ?! Lord Ren ! Let go !"
Kylo Ren grabbed the back of her neck roughly, forcing her to look at him as he got closer, their faces so close that their noses were almost touching and his lips brushed against hers. Kylo took only a split-second to think before capturing her lips into a deep and passionate kiss, letting all the emotions of jealousy and hurt and longing pour out.
Her eyes widened as tears welled up in her eyes. She tried to push him away.
"L-Lord Ren. Stop."
"No," he replied, his voice hoarse and rough. He pulled her closer, pressing his body against hers as he leaned down to capture her mouth in a fierce and possessive kiss.
Kylo Ren's hands moved to her back and he pulled her closer, kissing her deeply and desperately. He could feel the tears on her face and he finally released the back of her neck, instead holding her face in his hands as they kissed passionately. They stayed like this for several moments until he finally broke the kiss to catch his breath, gazing into her eyes.
Her eyes were filled with so many emotions, and she felt so powerless, so overwhelmed...
And even so, she couldn't help but be overcome by the surge of pleasure as his lips moved against hers with such hunger...His kisses were so powerful...so intense...She felt herself melting in his embrace as she tried to push him away, but it felt hopeless...
She didn't want him to stop...but she knew she had to somehow. When he did stop and looked into her eyes...
She was breathless.
"Who do you think you are ? Telling me that I cannot love you. When you DARED let Hux kiss you ! Tell HIM that you love him ! Letting that…CRETIN make you his when he doesn’t even know how to handle himself." He roared and her eyes flashed as his words stung her. And she could feel his anger at Hux growing by the second, but the anger she saw in his eyes...
It wasn't directed towards her...
It was directed towards Hux.
"…General Hux. You are acting…exactly like him. You think I am just a thing to own. You are incapable of loving anyone." She said with tears in her eyes.
Kylo Ren's face darkened as he heard her words. "Do not compare me to that weakling," he seethed, his voice low and dangerous. "I am not doing this out of some sense of ownership. I'm doing it because I can't stand the thought of you being with anyone else."
He pushed her up against the nearest wall, pinning her with his body. "And if I have to prove that to you, then so be it."
Her eyes widened and she shook her head.
"You are no monster, Lord Ren. You would never hurt me…"
Kylo Ren's face twisted in anger and pain at her words. He released her, taking a step back as he tried to calm himself. "Do not underestimate me," he said through clenched teeth.
"I am not. I know your strength. But, I also believe that you wouldn’t hurt me, even if you could."
"You..." Kylo Ren's voice cracked slightly as he spoke. "You're right. I wouldn't." He reached out and gently cupped her face with his hands, wiping away her tears with his thumb. "I love you," he whispered. "And I would do anything for you."
She started crying and her voice cracked.
"I wish…I could believe you."
Kylo's hand trembled slightly as he cupped her cheek, wiping away a tear with his thumb. "I love you," he said quietly, his voice barely a whisper.
He dipped his head and captured her lips with his, kissing her deeply and with a sense of desperation that bordered on obsession. His body pressed against hers as he held her tight, completely lost in the moment.
Her eyes were closed as the kiss continued, her mind going blank as she felt a wave of ecstasy and desire wash over her.
His body pressed against hers, his hands on her waist...She felt his heart beat against hers.
Their tongues entangled with each other's...
...and she felt...something else.
Something that wasn't simply her heart, but her soul...It was a desire to be one with him, to be a part of him and to make her own the whole of him...
Kylo Ren's grip on the back of her neck loosened slightly as he felt her pain and the tears in his own eyes threatened to spill over any moment.
"Stop crying." He said softly but sternly, his voice hoarse with an emotion he couldn't fully explain. "You're only making this harder."
"Stop kissing me." She retorted.
Their breathing was heavy. The desire had taken control of their bodies, and the sensations of pleasure swept over them, leaving them lost in each other.
The desire...
It was overwhelming.
The want for more...
For everything.
She tried to push him away, she tried to stop the kiss...And yet, as she did, she found herself only falling deeper into his embrace, her body pressed against his, their breaths becoming one.
He reached out, letting his fingers grace her chin, as if to remind himself that she was still there. "Please..."
Her heart cracked at his pitiful please and her eyes filled with tears once more.
"You are not looking for love, Lord Ren. You are looking for someone to join your side."
"Join my side ?" Kylo repeated, his voice soft and wounded. "I don't want you on my side, JR. I want you to be mine."
"Liar."
Their breaths became heavier with that one word...
"Liar."
It wasn't simply a word of dismissal, It was an accusation, it was her doubting him and not believing him.
And it was...hurting him.
And the hurt in him grew into anger as he clenched his jaw and tightened his grip on her body once more.
"I am not...a liar." He grunted, his rage growing by the second.
"You want Rey…" JR uttered in a whisper.
Kylo's eyes flashed with an intense mixture of frustration and longing. "You could still be by my side," he said in a low voice. "We could rule the galaxy together...as partners, and equals."
He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to caress her face. "Stay with me," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "Let me love you."
Her heart ached.
"…I chose forgiveness and peace. You chose revenge and rage. That is why I cannot fight alongside you. I am sorry."
Kylo's face twisted into a mask of rage and pain. "I'm not asking for you to fight with me !" he spat out, his voice strained with emotion. "Just be mine ! It's not that hard !"
Those words hurt more than anything he could have said. She didn't understand this desire for love. A need for something that was more than a mere bond.
She simply didn't understand.
She would never understand.
His grip on her tightened once more as his anger continued to build.
He didn't want her to join his side.
He didn't want her to fight alongside him.
He wanted her.
"Why ?! Why should I be yours ?!"
Kylo's expression shifted from hurt and confusion to anger once again. "Because I deserve you !" he snarled, his voice laced with possessive rage. "I deserve you. I want you. And I will get you !"
He grabbed her roughly, pulling her against him, his lips crashing into hers in a fierce and almost feral kiss.
JR-6025 gritted her teeth before a force surged through her.
"LET GO !", her voice boomed and Kylo Ren’s eyes widened in shock as he heard her and felt the energy—pushing him back.
He wasn't expecting her to fight back...He hadn't realized just what she was truly capable of. He stumbled back as he released his grip on her. His shock and anger grew in tandem as he saw what was happening.
She was fighting back.
And she was fighting with…
The Force.
JR’s eyes were wide open and she was looking down at him with fear in her eyes. She had never feared him before…
JR sighed.
"You are jealous. It is the only reason you are here. You are jealous of General Hux. You are trying to take over my mind. To make me into something I am not !"
He...
…Wait…
He suddenly realised something.
She was…
She really was...
She was reading into his very thoughts.
Reading his jealousy...
He was silent as he listened to her, a mix of anger and astonishment on his face.
"Yes." He finally confessed. "I am jealous."
His voice was tight with a mixture of rage, jealousy, and fear.
"Of Hux."
JR looked away.
"…Of course. Of course you would want the same thing. You do not care about me. Not truly. It is just another part of your childish game of rivalry…"
"It is not a game." He snarled, the anger boiling over as he finally let the mask drop.
"I..." He stopped, forcing himself to take a breath. His voice was a mix of pain and anger as he spoke again.
"I thought that..."
He shook his head violently.
"...I thought that...if I had you, I could..."
She closed her eyes and sighed as she saw his struggling with his own words.
"I think…I thought…I want to help you. I want to help you. But, I do not know how…"
She was so sweet...
So innocent and caring...
He felt such...
Such....such anger.
He didn't want to feel that anger anymore...
He hated the anger...
"Then...Help me."
His voice was soft as he spoke, the anger gone, replaced with something...different.
"How ?" She sobbed and cupped his face. "Tell me. How ? Please. Tell me. How can I help you ? How do I help you ?"
"Just...Be mine." He answered softly, his words full of pain and desperation. "Let me...have you. Let me possess you. Let me own you..."
He swallowed.
"Let me love you."
The words hurt her. They hurt her deeply.
"…Have. Possess. Own. The words you use hurt me. Because they go against everything I desire. Everything I fought for…"
He couldn't deny her words. They went against everything she stood for. Everything he had tried to deny. She didn't fight for her own gain. She fought for the freedom of others.
They were the exact opposite of his desires.
He was the exact opposite of her dreams.
He couldn’t deny any of her claims…
And yet, he still...desired her.
She gritted her teeth and sighed deeply.
"How could I love a man I know would bring my own destruction ? You would destroy me and whatever freedom I have fought so hard to get…How could I love…" She looked up at him. "…Kylo Ren ?"
"Because I..." He bit his lip as he looked at her. "Because I..."
He squeezed her arms, trying to get a hold on himself. His breath quickened as he found that the only thing he had to hold onto was her. His words were quiet, almost a whisper.
"...Because I love you."
She sighed and shook her head.
"…I do not think you know what love truly means."
The words hurt more than any blow he had ever suffered. Especially from her.
"I..."
He choked on his words, his anger growing once again.
"Then...Educate me."
Her eyes widened at his request and she looked sorry for him as she replied.
"I cannot."
"Why not ?!" His anger exploded again, but he was trying and failing to hold it back for her sake. "I am desperate for your love…I am desperate to hold it…desperate to possess it and claim it for myself…"
Words he had struggled to keep in came out in a rush.
"And you’re going to turn me away because I don’t know how to love ?"
"It is not something to be taught, Lord Kylo Ren." She started and he took a deep shaky breath.
"...Then I will learn it through you." His grip on her arms tightened, his anger spilling out again. He was desperate to have what he wanted. "...To have you."
"Have. Get. Possess…" She shuddered as she uttered those words. "…You still only see me as a stormtrooper. You grab me, squeeze me, use words that I have been told all my life. You wish to receive more than just love, but blind obedience…"
"If blind obedience is what it takes for you to be mine..." He was silent as she spoke, her words sinking into him. He couldn't deny his desire for it. His need to be obeyed. "...Then...Then I'll take it."
A threat. JR sighed. He would truly never learn or listen to her.
"…Then tell me…How would Ben Solo love me ?" She asked and Kylo was stunned.
Ben…Solo.
"He would treat you with respect...And kindness...And dignity..."
He was silent as his anger rose at the thought of someone else treating her with such things...
"He would ask things of you..."
His grip tightened even more.
"But he would want what was best for you...And he would never ask you to abandon your morals..."
She took a shaky breath. Oh how she wished for such love…But she then looked up at him with a sad smile.
"But you are not Ben Solo. So tell me…how would Kylo Ren love me ?"
His eyes immediately darkened as he grabbed her head and looked deep into her eyes.
"...He would possess you..."
His answer was blunt as he met her eyes, his anger and frustration slowly simmering down.
"He would claim you. Take you whenever he wants you...Whenever he needs you..."
There was a hunger in his words that he could not deny.
"He would bend your will to his wants and desires alone..."
She closed her eyes.
"…Would I still be…me ?"
He was silent for a few moments as his gaze fell on her.
"...No..."
He couldn't deny her words.
Her will would be bent to his own wishes. He would claim her as his own. She would do as he bid her...She wouldn’t be herself.
"...No..."
She remained silent and Kylo Ren could feel her pain.
"You wouldn’t be yourself. You would be what I want..." The words hurt as he spoke them. It hurt him to know that she wouldn't be herself...But he couldn't deny it. "…Or I would make it so..."
He was silent for a few moments, his fingers tightening on her arms as he tried to process what he was saying.
"...You said you wished. That you hoped for such love..." He was hesitant. "...But I am not Ben Solo..."
His voice still held some of that bitterness he had before.
"...And I...am not a kind man."
She looked away and took a deep breath.
"…What if I asked you to be ? For me ?" She asked and looked back at him.
His grip softened slightly at her question.
He was silent for a few moments.
"Do you want me to be…Ben ?" His voice was careful as he spoke, the hurt in him showing ever so subtly. "Do you...wish for me to be kind to you ?"
"Would you be ? If I asked you to ?" She asked again but with more confidence. But, Kylo Ten seemed in pain. Because he knew the answer. And she wouldn’t like it.
"...I couldn't..."
This had to be the hardest thing he had ever had to admit...
"...To be kind...To be gentle...To treat you as an equal..." He hesitated even now, his anger still simmering beneath the surface as he spoke.
"Yes. I could want to..."
But the harsh truth came out at last.
"But...I cannot be that man...Not for anyone...Not even for you."
She closed her eyes at the harsh truth.
His grip on her arms tightened again as he saw the hurt in her eyes.
He knew his words had hurt her...
And yet...
"...You did ask me. I am being honest. For you."
He paused for a moment, struggling to find the words.
"...I wish..." He couldn't finish the sentence, but he forced himself to. "...I wish I was that man...I wish I could be that man for you."
Yet the wishes of a man mattered little.
She slowly leant forward to kiss his lips softly.
"…This is a kiss for Ben. And I hope he will feel it."
His entire body tensed as she kissed him softly.
For a brief moment, he felt it...A warmth, a gentleness, something that reminded him of another...
For just a moment...He felt as if she had kissed…
Ben Solo.
"I…am not him. Not anymore." He whispered, but she just kept softly kissing his lips…There was no hurry or violent passion that threatened to burn. It was her first true kiss. A kiss she meant. A kiss full of hope and love and care…
He did not want to feel the gentleness, the tenderness in her touch. He did not want to feel the warmth of her kiss.
But he found that it was...
Comforting.
"...More..."
More than anything he could possibly deny...Than anything he wanted to deny.
Her lips felt gentle. Caring. Warm.
Hope.
Love.
Care.
He had never known such a gentle, wonderful, sweet kiss.
She pulled away.
He hesitated for a split second as she pulled away, as if he was holding on to a dream that was fading away from him.
Then he realized that the dream was real.
The kiss happened.
Her sweet kiss.
"...Again."
His voice was a whisper as he spoke, the hunger in him for her touch threatening to overwhelm him.
"Do not demand, Lord Ren. That kiss was for Ben. Not for you…" She denied him and he gritted his teeth.
"...Then give it to me..."
His voice was tight.
He was desperate for that kiss...
He tried to hide it.
To hold back from asking...
But he couldn't resist.
His hands tightened behind her back.
His tone had become hard once again...
...No longer gentle, but demanding.
"...Kiss me..."
"You wish to claim something that isn’t yours, Lord Ren. That kiss. It was for him. For…the man that could have been. That could still be." She said.
"...Then make it mine..."
His grip tightened on her.
He wouldn't deny her words. Not at all.
But he needed that kiss.
He wanted it for himself. For Kylo Ren.
And he couldn't resist...He couldn't deny the hunger that was growing inside of him.
"Kiss me once more, trooper..."
Her expression hardened as he called her that.
"That is NOT my name. Or what I am. Not anymore."
"I said..." His grip tightened, but his hands were trembling despite his effort to maintain his firm and stern grip. He needed her to obey, but his words came out weak and shaky and almost pleading.
"...I said..." The hunger in him had started to spill over. "Kiss me again."
The words were a mix of rage and desperation.
"No."
He was stunned at her mere utterance of the word. He was so used to getting his way. And now here she was, denying him.
And he hated it.
"I SAID..."
His voice rose.
The hunger. It was growing within him...
He wanted...He wanted so desperately...
"That kiss was for Ben. Only Ben Solo." She said and Kylo Ren’s eyes darkened
"Then you will be disappointed."
He tightened his grip again, trying to contain his anger. The hate within him.
"That man..."
Ben.
"...Doesn't exist."
His voice was cold, cruel, and brutal as he spoke.
"The only man that exists..."
He squeezed a little tighter.
"...Is me."
His grip tightened on her and his knuckles were white as he squeezed...
Rage boiling inside of him.
"You're mine..."
It was all he could think of as he squeezed her arms.
"...You're mine if I say you're mine..."
The words spilled out of him like poison, his anger growing as she refused and his hold on himself growing weaker...
"...Do you understand ?"
JR glared at him and wrench away from his grip.
"No."
His jaw twitched at her refusal.
"Very well..." His words were hard to get out as the hunger inside of him grew even more. "...Then I shall take what I want by force."
He watched as she refused him to his face.
And he hated it.
That hunger. That rage.
It wasn't being sated, it was simply bubbling up and up as his grip on himself grew weaker...He stared at her with a hard, almost cruel look, the hunger still boiling up and up and up...
"...If you refuse..." It took him an effort to speak the words. "...I will hurt you."
"You wouldn’t."
"...Try me."
The anger in him was spilling over now as he gripped his fists. He was desperate to keep her...And if she wouldn't be willingly...Then he would take her by force.
"Try to resist me. See if I wouldn't hurt you..."
She frowned.
"You are only a guest in my head, Kylo Ren." She reminded him.
His grip on his sanity weakened further as he heard the words.
Her head...?
He was just a guest ?
His rage rose, and with it came the hunger within him...He wanted to show her that she was wrong...And to make her see.
"...So you think you're safe from me here...?"
He paused, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he spoke...
"...That you can just refuse me here ?"
"Don’t."
She was still refusing him. She still believed herself safe, despite the situation they were in...
"Don’t..."
It was an absurd thing for her to ask.
She was his.
The hunger inside of him was growing, and he was finding it harder and harder to maintain his hold on himself...
"Don’t..."
He wanted to laugh at her naivety. Did she really think her words held any power over him ?The hunger was growing, spreading, taking hold of him...and there was no stopping it.
He took a step towards her.
She took a step back.
Another step forward.
His grip on his willpower was growing more and more tenuous as he stepped closer and closer to her.
Another step...
"Do NOT take another step !"
Kylo Ren didn’t listen.
"...You cannot stop me."
His voice was low as he took another step towards her...She gritted her teeth.
"Please."
A flash of amusement flitted across his face.
"You know very well that I don't care for please..." His voice was still hard as he took a step backward. "Besides, I already have what I want..."
He was close to her, just close enough to reach out a hand and touch her. Suddenly, she raised her hand towards him and tried to use the Force to stop him. His eyes widened as he felt something tug at him. He took an involuntary step backwards, his eyes flashing with surprise and annoyance...
He was still trying to maintain his grasp on himself. His voice was a snarl. But he took her grip by the wrist, holding it in his hands...
He pulled her towards him.
He was furious.
The hunger was gnawing at him.
And he was starting to think...
Perhaps I should break your mind...
JR’s eyes widened in fear.
"Lord Ren. Please…No."
"I will do what I please." He seethed and lifted her hand to do just that. The hunger inside of him was growing, just like the rage. His grip on her wrist was tight. He didn't want to hurt her if he could help it...But he was growing weary of her refusal to submit to him.
Perhaps if he just showed her...what he could do ?
"K-Kylo Ren. P-Please." She felt tears in her eyes as pain spread through her mind. "Don’t. You’re not a monster."
His grip tensed as he saw the pain and heard her words. He was almost ready to stop...almost tempted to release her.
...But the rage inside of him was growing.
"You don't know what I am..." He hissed as his grip tightened on her wrist.
"I know. I know that you think yourself irredeemable and that you feel there is no one you can trust and everyone is seeking to hurt you. But, I know there's some good in you. I know it."
His response came out almost instantly without a thought.
"There is no good left in me...I am what I am..."
His grip went even tighter...
"And you will learn to accept that fact..."
"Never." She still felt his mind clashing with hers and threatening to crush her. "I won’t…ever…stop believing."
He paused for a moment at her words.
Her resolve...
Her absolute belief that there was some sort of light left in him...
It was...disconcerting.
"...Then your beliefs will prove to be your undoing..." She felt his grip tighten on her just a little bit more. She suddenly reached out for his face and gently ran the back of her fingers over his scarred cheek.
"…So beautiful." She felt him trying to crush her but her eyes revealed nothing but love.
His mind was faltering as her fingers ran over his scarred face. The hunger and rage within him was starting to be overwhelmed by something else. He was trying to regain his focus, to maintain it. But her touch on his face. There was something...soothing about it.
Soothing and warm and gentle.
And she wasn't even trying...
She was just...
Touching him.
She kept touching him gently and smiled softly at him. Her eyes glassy and her thumb stroking his scar before she leant forward.
"…You wanted a kiss, Lord Ren ? Here it is."
She kissed his scar.
His grip on his sanity was gone the moment she kissed his scar.
She wasn't trying to tease him.
She wasn't trying to appeal to his desires.
And yet he found himself wanting something more, something he hadn't wanted or desired or needed since...
...It had felt like a lifetime ago...
His eyes fluttered closed as the kiss continued on his scar. She had finally kissed him...
She peppered the rough skin with kisses, her lips seeking to soothe all his scars. Her gentleness was almost torture for him…a sweet torture.
It was torture. And yet he craved it like nothing else. His mind was growing fuzzy as her lips touched him. The hunger and the rage were beginning to disappear. The sweetness was taking hold of him...
And he wanted more.
His hands ran through her hair...
Cradling her head as the kisses continued.
More...
She lifted her hands to grab the back of his head as her lips kept their tender assault on his scar. His grip tightened on her as she grabbed the back of his head. His mind was growing foggy as her lips kept up their assault on his scar...
More...
His mouth opened a little and his lips pressed against her cheek. There was no need for her to respond, no need for her to do anything at all.
Just let him drink in her affection...
Let her show him how gentle she could be...
She shivered at the sensation of his lips against her cheek and let her lips linger over his brow…
"I shall heal you…I shall heal you…I promise." She uttered in a whisper against his damaged skin.
He was breathless as her lips lingered over his cheek. His hands found themselves in her hair...
I shall heal you..
He was overwhelmed. He was overwhelmed by her soft touch and her words...Her confidence in him, her faith that he wasn't an irredeemable monster...He needed her to keep it up...
Keep up this...
Gentleness...
To keep showing him that he could be healed...
He needed her to keep it up...
Keep it up...
He suddenly pulled her closer and hissed in her ear.
"You are wasting your time trying to heal me. There is nothing left to heal. It is all gone."
She held him fearlessly.
"No. I will mend and fix and heal. It doesn’t matter if it hurts or takes me a lifetime. I will not give up on you."
His grip tightened around her as his voice was a low, harsh growl.
"...You will never succeed..."
His face tilted so that his lips were almost touching her ear as he spoke...
"...I am beyond repair..."
He pulled her closer.
Beyond healing...
"It's a waste of time..."
"There is...nothing..." He choked out as he pulled her closer to his mouth, his words growing more harsh and more bitter..."Nothing to heal. The time for healing passed a long time ago."
He was panting as he heard her words.
"There is nothing left to heal."
The hunger boiled up inside of him once more...There's nothing left to heal. The words pounded in his head.
His grip on her tightened as he hissed once more...But still she held him, refusing to give up on him even as he continued to refuse her. He wanted to punish her for her obstinacy. For her self-righteous refusal to believe him.
She dug her fingers into his shoulders as she kept him close. His grip on her tightened as his hissing grew into a growl.
There’s nothing…
Nothing left to heal.
Nothing left to heal.
The words repeated in his head like a mantra as his mind was growing hazy. The rage he felt at her stubborn refusal was growing into something else...Something he barely recognized...His hands ran through her hair, his fingers running through her soft locks.
His mind was growing more and more clouded. The anger and rage were bubbling up and up inside of him...His hands started to shake with the rage that he felt boiling up and up and up...
He wanted...He needed...
His eyes closed, and his breath was coming in short, harsh puffs as the rage and hunger continued to bubble and boil up. She was digging and digging and digging into his shoulders...But he was trying to get away...She wouldn’t let him.
His hands started to shake more...His breath coming more ragged...The rage was threatening to become unbearable...
...The hunger...
The need for her...
His grip tightened on her as he tried to break free of her stubborn grip...His mind was foggy and haze as he tried to tear himself away...But all efforts were useless as he felt himself grow even more enraged.
"LET ME GO !"
"NO !"
"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LET ME GO ?!" He was shouting now, his anger burning hotter as every second passed. But there was something else he was feeling beneath this rising rage...
Need.
He pushed her hands away and tried to pull away from her...But every movement felt as if an anchor was tied around his limbs.
His breath was coming in short, harsh puffs as his face distorted in rage...
She let out a scream of determination and held on to him with every inch of her body—tackling him to the ground and wrapping her legs and arms around him. The scream cut through him as he felt her grappling onto him...
He screamed too as he tried to break free.
Her grip was too strong ! She was too strong !
He couldn't break himself free. His mind was cloudy.
"LET ME GO !" He forced himself to demand once more.
Let me go !
He pushed back, his hands gripping her legs and body as he tried to pull her off of him.
"NEVER !" She held on stubbornly.
"WHY ?!" His voice was filled with rage as he screamed, his grip on her tightening. "WHY CAN'T YOU LET ME GO ?!"
"BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT YOU ! BECAUSE YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THE ONLY DAMN PERSON THAT I COULD CONFIDE IN AND I CAN SEE YOU IN PAIN AND IT IS KILLING ME !" She shouted back. She was tired and she just wanted him to understand that no matter what…She wouldn’t give up.
Her words hit him and stopped him dead in his tracks. No one had ever confessed such feelings towards him. No one had ever told him that he had been someone that they could confide in...
"You're lying." His voice was harsh as he said the words, his grip tightening as he tried to push her away again.
She held on strong. No matter how desperate he was and tried to get her off him.
"I WON’T LET GO ! YOU MIGHT AS WELL KILL ME RIGHT NOW !"
"SHUT UP !" He screamed in a blind rage, but there was something in his mind...Something that told him she wasn't lying to him. His grip on her grew slightly weaker...
"NO !" She buried her face against his neck.
His grip continued to slacken as he tried to push her away. But her grip was still too strong.
"...let me go..." His voice was barely a whisper now as his demand turned into a desperate plea.
"…No…" She took a deep inhale and grabbed a handful of his hair and pull him closer to her—but her grip was soft as not to hurt him.
He flinched as she pulled him in closer, holding onto his hair. But his eyes were beginning to grow softer. He was staring at her.
But he said nothing.
"…Never." She repeated—holding his gaze.
His gaze slowly softened. His face began to relax. He looked as though he were relaxing in her grip. As though her presence were something welcome, an anchor that prevented him from flying off the edge...
She smiled and restrained tears.
"Never."
Suddenly his grip loosened and his hands ran through her hair.
So soft...
He moved his forehead to hers.
"Never never never…" She kept repeating over and over as her grip on him grew stronger and more intense.
"Never never never..."
She wouldn't let go. And he wouldn't make her. He wrapped his arms around her, buried his face in her. He had no choice but to finally accept his fate.
She let out a sigh of relief and smiled before kissing the top of his head.
His arms squeezed around her, burying his head in her chest...
"Never never never..." He repeated the words. But this time, they were said with comfort and relief...
Never never never...let me go.
He thought and tightened his grip on her. She closed her eyes and held him as if she was afraid of losing him…as if she would never let him go…as if she sought to keep him safe forever.
He had never felt such comfort and reassurance. Such safety and relief...All her presence told him was:
Home.
He was safe.
She would keep him safe.
He buried his head deeper into her chest, clinging to her with a tenacity he had never shown before. She huffed a laugh at how calm he seemed now and she wrapped her arms around his head as she laid her cheek on top of his head and gently caressed his wild black locks.
His arms only tightened around her.
And he felt content.
He felt safe.
...And that's what he had craved all along.
His hair was as soft as silk...the strands of black, curly locks, curling loosely around her fingers.
He tilted his head back and looked at her. She was so…
...Beautiful.
He tilted his head back more, his gaze focusing on her lips...She noticed and smiled as she saw something else in his gaze. She was now certain that it wasn’t Kylo Ren in her arms right now…
She stopped and smiled down at him before uttering softly—as if she was talking to a scared kitten ready to run away at any moment.
"…Hi there, Ben."
He didn't answer her with words. Instead he moved his forehead forward more. Touching hers...And then his lips were moving along the curve of her cheek...her jawline...her chin...Before her lips were found.
She smiled before kissing him softly.
He kissed back, softly at first, trying to keep this tender and gentle. But soon it became more feverish, more desperate. He pulled her closer, gripping her tightly as he pressed his lips harder against hers.
She met his kisses with a soft smile on her lips.
His lips explored hers. And his hands continued to grip her, pressing him close to her, their bodies together now, their hips touching as their hands roamed each other's bodies...
A breathless chuckle escaped him as a smile spread across his lips too...
She smiled back and looked him in the eyes. She found a whole new soul there and one that was worthy of being loved…She kissed him again. Her lips were warm and soft and gentle and they teased him. They teased him into pressing back harder, teased him into holding her tighter. His body moved against hers as their hands roamed each other. He was holding her in every possible inch of him...not allowing her to escape his grip, while their lips explored each other.
She smiled and even though she had trouble breathing, she still kept kissing him. He moaned against her as his grip tightened around her, his hands starting to roam all over her body.
And the breathlessness began to hit her too.
They were both breathless as they kissed, their lips pressed together tightly as they both gasped for air.
She pulled away and breathed out a laugh.
"Just…Just a second. Give me…"
His eyes remained closed as a blush spread across his cheeks. His breath was still shaky...
"Alright...."
But his hands had their own agenda. They gripped her tight and pulled her back against him, his hands holding her to his chest as their bodies remained in contact...
She chuckled.
"Clingy much ?" She teased.
"Only when it's you..." His voice was still wobbly as he smiled and looked up at her. He tilted his head up and pressed his face against her neck, kissing the soft skin, his breath warming her as he did so...
"What if I just…?" She moved barely an inch away.
His grip tightened around her as she moved.
"Do not."
His voice was low and hoarse as he warned her. He buried his face into her neck again, moving to another spot, before his mouth found another patch of skin, planting a few kisses over it...
She chuckled.
"Okay okay…Sorry."
"Do. Not. Move." He spoke a little more forcefully and his grip tightened around her further as his voice dropped an octave. He continued planting kisses around her neck as his hands found his way to her hips, their hands and bodies still completely pressed together.
She smiled.
"Alright. That’s ONE command I’ll follow."
"Good girl...." His voice was husky as he spoke, his grip loosening just a bit. He planted a few more kisses around her neck before leaning back and looking up at her. "Now stay."
"…With the way you’re holding me. I don’t think I’d be able to do much moving even if I wanted to…"
Ben playfully rolled his eyes before holding her closer.
"Mmmph..." A small chuckle escaped him as he pressed his face against her chest.
He chuckled as well as he continued letting his hands roam...
"What a shame..." His arms remained wrapped tightly around her and he kept holding her. But he continued to plant kisses on her. As he moved his lips...to her jaw...And then to her ears.
Her ears were scarlet red.
He chuckled as he took note of the redness of her ears. He planted a kiss on one of her ears and then another on the other. He moved back once more, smiling cheekily, as he asked.
"Do they always get flushed when you're aroused ?"
They became even redder and she looked embarrassed.
"I don’t know what you are talking about…"
"Mmm-hmm....." He chuckled as he moved to kiss her on the tip of her nose. "I think you do..."
His hand ran over her cheek as he spoke. She humphed before suddenly reaching for the hair covering his ears—attempting to see them.
He felt her hand reach for his ears and suddenly his head was being forced to the side as she tried to take a look at his ears, trying to see if they were red as well...
"What do you think you're doing ?" His voice was hoarse slightly tense as he spoke. He glanced over at her, his eyebrows raised as he saw what she was doing...
She didn’t reply and only pulled back the hair behind his ears to look at them. She smiled.
"I knew it. They’re red too !"
"They are not red !" He spoke with a growl as he moved to cover his ears again but was pulled back again by her. His breath became shaky again as he spoke, but he was still trying to put on an angry expression. But the way her hand was pulling at his hair made it impossible to hold the facade for too long.
"…Don’t cover them." She said and smiled. "Please ?"
He thought about it for a second before slowly lowering his hands from his ears. And then, reluctantly. Keeping his eyes on her the entire time. He let his hands fall into his lap and sat still, letting her look. She looked at them and her smile widened.
"They’re big. And red. But…they’re also very nice."
She then pressed her forehead against his and smiled.
"And that way…we match."
Match...
The word hung there in the air for a moment between them...
Match...
The way their ears were red.
The way their lips were red.
"Yes. I guess you could say that..." He sighed and his arms went around her again. "…we match."
She smiled before resting her chin on his shoulder. They remained like that. His arms wrapped around her, her chin resting on his shoulder. Their bodies together as they stayed quiet. In that moment, there was nothing but the two of them in the galaxy.
No First Order...
No Resistance...
No Rey...
And definitely no Kylo Ren...
All there was was two red-eared lovers.
She smiled and kissed his cheek.
A soft chuckle escaped his lips as she kissed him. She was the only one that could make him behave like this. The only one who could turn him from the Supreme Commander of the First Order into just...
Ben
She squeezed herself tighter into him as her arms remained around his back.
"Now who is being clingy ?" His voice felt hoarse once more as he whispered the words in a tone that was somewhere between teasing and affectionate.
"Me." She admitted unapologetically and looked at him with a small grin.
He chuckled softly and hugged her even tighter.
"Yes...Now stay still." At this point he was just looking for an excuse to touch her more. He kissed the side of her neck again. "Or else...I might have to make you."
"That sounds like a threat." She grinned.
"It was. It is. And you better listen." His voice was huskier now as he spoke. "Now stay still..."
His grip on her tightened once more as he reiterated his threat.
"...Or I will make you..."
She chuckled.
"Is that so ?" She kissed his red ear. He shuddered at the sensation and his grip tightened around her as an instinctual reaction.
"Yes..."
His breaths were shaky as he spoke...
"And I'll keep making you until you stop teasing me. So stay...still."
She grinned.
"Sorry…"
She then held him closer and sighed.
"…Ben."
He felt himself melt as she said his name...
Ben...
She said his name in such a loving way...
This is who I am to her...Ben, her Ben.
In her arms, with her around him, his world felt right...She smiled at the loving gaze he gave her and only repeated the name again.
"Ben…"
He sighed as he felt a soft shiver run all over his body. How could she do this to him with such simple words...? With just one name ? His breathing became even more shaky.
"That’s right. Say it again."
"Ben."
"Mmm..." That was all he could manage at that moment. He pressed his face against her chest again. "Say it again..."
"Ben…" She kissed the top of his head.
"Again..." His voice was so quiet and weak she had to lean down to hear it. But she heard it all the same...
"Ben." She repeated once more and proceeded to caress his head with a loving smile.
He let out a sigh as her hand went through his hair and over his ear.
"Again..." His tone was husky, desperate, even. He wished to remember that name. To remember it until he could never forget it again. "...Just once more..."
"…Ben." She cupped his face.
A soft gasp escaped him as her hand ran across his face. And she cupped his face. He was powerless here.
Nothing but a boy. A boy who had finally found a home.
"Again..." He was on the verge of tears. He muttered the words but they were barely audible as he spoke.
She opened her mouth to say his name again when she suddenly felt like she didn’t have a voice any longer. And her eyes watered as she suddenly felt an invisible force tightening their grip on her throat. Behind Ben, she could see a tall dark figure standing there…Supreme Leader Snoke.
He stood there and suddenly, both her and Ben were thrown off each other and she tried to scream—but no sound came out.
The force holding them apart was so strong, so impossible to fight...Neither of them were strong enough to budge themselves even an inch. His grip tightened around her throat and she suddenly couldn't breathe. Her eyes were watering, her voice was silenced. He could sense the terror in her. He could also sense his own fear.
How had he failed to sense Snoke's presence...?
Suddenly, the connection was cut and JR was brought back to the island with Luke and Rey while Ben was brought back to the ship.
"BEN !" JR screamed…But he was gone.
And worst part was ?
She couldn’t even feel their connection through the Force anymore…Someone had cut their connection.
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hi!
it’s probably time for me to finally read the good omens book so i don’t have to go around asking things like this, but if you don’t mind answering, i’m curious about something.
was it ever stated that crowley tempted aziraphale into trying food? in the demonic sense of the word? because i saw people saying how he should apologize for tempting aziraphale (they also mentioned other two things he may have tempted him to do but i can’t remember that now) for basically, well, tempting him into doing things he wouldn’t have done otherwise.
i was so surprised to see that (and how many people agreed) given that i’ve never considered that crowley was actually tempting aziraphale. he said it, angels can’t be tempted. no shouldn’t, or mustn’t, but can’t. as if it’s not possible for them to be tempted. so when aziraphale says “are you trying to tempt me?” i’ve always assumed he was trying to evade responsibility. it’s easier, as an angel, to convince himself that he’s not actually the one giving into those earthly pleasures, but being “pushed” into them. if anything, he was tempted but in the human sense of the word.
sorry for ranting in your asks. i wanted to make this as a post but as i said, i haven’t read the book yet (and it’s been a while since my last rewatch) so i could be missing/forgetting something.
hi anon my love!!!✨ no worries at all, i love a good ask!!! as for getting to the book - everyone who watches the show first and then reads the book gets to it in their own time!!! in the meantime, perfectly happy to answer!!!💕
okay - does crowley explicitly tempt aziraphale into trying food? so first off, the job minisode is not canon to the book - the book doesn't have any flashback scenes at all where aziraphale and crowley are concerned; we get snippets, like when they talk about the origins of the arrangement, but that's about it*. whilst (iirc) there is no mention of how aziraphale first came by trying food, crowley influence or no, crowley does - relatively tongue-in-cheek - tempt him into eating thereafter though:
*and unrelated, fair warning for when you do get round to the book; there's a lot of dialogue and scenes that were extended/elaborated on in the show that aren't in the book, too. we never see the heaven/hell trials from s1, for example.
as for the interpretation of aziraphale being tempted, im gonna offer up my thoughts behind a couple of crucial bits that i interpret to be temptations, including the ox-rib. the way i look at it is this: there is the argument that temptation is a neutral concept; you can be tempted into something good just as much as something bad, and it's still ultimately up to the temptee whether or not they do it. however, there's also the point to consider that it can depend on the motivation behind the tempter, and also whether it really is true free will when you're essentially being persuaded into something.
i definitely interpret the ox-rib as a temptation in this sense. setting aside the sexual subtext for a minute, crawly entices aziraphale to try wine, aziraphale refuses, and crowley leaves it. crawly then tries with the ox-rib, aziraphale accepts, and crawy looks satisfied that he does. the fact that crawly looks proud/smug/satisfied about it says to me that he has a sense of 'winning'. whether you interpret this as crowley taking it as a victory for himself personally, or as a victory for hell vs. heaven, is debatable, but personally i think the former. i don't think crawly is doing it for any higher purpose than perhaps a sense of having the upper hand, and the satisfaction of it. which then takes me to the dialogue.
"a: are you... trying to /tempt/ me?" says to me that aziraphale has just recognised what crawly is doing. given the slight veneer of distrust that exists still between then (distrust that very steadily erodes over the course of the minisode, i hasten to add), it makes sense that aziraphale would jump to that conclusion. aziraphale is an angel, and a righteous one at that; it wouldn't do for him to be persuaded to something put before him by a demon, of all people (!).
"c: not at all; angels can't be tempted, can you?" "a: certainly not." says to me that it's not a case of angels being literally invulnerable to temptation, but instead that crawly is very aware of aziraphale's mindset - that angels are superior beings, and they won't succumb to such base trickery like a demonic temptation. aziraphale quickly agrees that of course they can't be tempted, they are agents of the almighty! demons are lesser! - and crawly capitalises on it; aziraphale's steadfast belief in angels being so superior that a temptation is beneath them, there's no way that such a mediocre power would hold over aziraphale himself, and therefore angels have no weaknesses in this respect, is the gateway into getting aziraphale to do actually do it.
"c: well, there you are then. you're free to try the food." then says to me that not only does crawly take advantage of aziraphale's naivety and, frankly, brainwashed belief that there's no way he or any angel can be tricked or tempted by anyone so low as a demon, but he also frames it in such a way that - 'hey! you're not falling for a demon's evil tricks! im perfectly powerless in the face of your mightiness, o' angel of the lord, so it's completely up to you whether you try the food.' obviously, aziraphale does, and... well, we know what happens in the millennia afterwards as far as aziraphale's penchant for tasty treats is concerned.
temptation is, imo, most effective when the tempted is already wavering on whether or not to do something; all the tempter would essentially would have to do is give the illusion that the obstacle preventing them has been removed. in this case, you could look at it like crawly has removed the obstacle of aziraphale refusing to try the food because it's a demon offering it; 'angels can't be tempted, so im no different to a human offering it to you instead!'. ultimately, angels eating is not the done thing, but aziraphale is halfway there anyway (it's not like wine, where it causes sinful over-indulgence by way of drunkenness), and crawly posits the action as food being innocuous by comparison, "you can't get drunk on food". as a result, aziraphale - now mollified that this is his own free will - eats.
the issue is that, whilst understandable as to why, i do think crowley has also used temptation as intentional manipulation, and/or to benefit himself. the main one i take issue with, and i struggle to interpret as anything other than as a poorly-judged, arguably horrific temptation, is the 'killing the antichrist' business:
+ the subsequent dialogue after this. aziraphale shakes it off* - to me, its because the thought never even crossed his mind, and it never crossed his mind because he considers it incredibly reprehensible thing to do. he gives a pretty lukewarm response of "ive never actually... killed... anything... i can't- i don't think i could...", which whilst not exactly expressing where his moral compass faces (ie. he doesn't protest 'but that's an evil, wrong thing to do!'), crowley presses on with all the reasons why he should. aziraphale changes the subject, and comes up with the plan to gatecrash the hellhound party instead.
*again, fair warning, this whole thing happens a bit differently in the book!
at the bandstand, aziraphale refuses again - he mocks crowley for the suggestion, and then leans into the superiority complex again - that crowley should do it because he's a demon, and heaven should not have blood on its hands. im under no illusions that aziraphale appreciates why the option has merit - he's not stupid - but this is an aziraphale that is not only squirming under heaven's thumb, but also one that i think is repulsed by the suggestion, and doesn't want to acknowledge why this may be a problem where his feelings for crowley are concerned. he's not on heaven's side, not really, but is very much hoping that the alternative option of beseeching to the almighty herself will do the trick - that an authority higher than gabriel &co. will see the light. and then at the airbase, aziraphale bows to the option because he's run out of all others - attempts to shoot adam - and tracy quite rightly draws the line... and killing children is one you just don't cross.
the reason i consider this to be manipulative, and immoral, is not so much that the figurative line is killing children - it's an awful, horrendous action, but in crowley's shoes i can understand his reasoning - it's the fact that he tries to tempt aziraphale into doing it in the first place. the literal act of tempting here, for me, is the horrible bit on crowley's part.
look - thinking logically about crowley's situation here, crowley can't be seen to be stopping armageddon in its tracks. but aziraphale, so far as they know, would be thwarting a hellish scheme if he did it - and so it would ultimately need to be aziraphale to do it... if they're to both have a chance of getting out of it alive. but crowley doesn't communicate this, he doesn't explain this or any other reasoning to aziraphale as to why crowley can't do it. without this explanation, to me, it strays beyond temptation and into coercion - and idk but attempting to coerce someone you care for, perhaps even love, into killing a child and not being transparent as to why is not cool to me.
the last one that also makes me wince a bit - and im sorry if this ruffles some feathers - is the kiss. as you can tell, this is an old post and very much in the immediate aftermath of s2 (so emotions were very high). id like to think my thoughts on the kiss have... mellowed? a bit since then - certainly a tad more nuanced and balanced than calling crowley childish (i wince a bit at this post now lmao) - but my principle feelings on the kiss being a temptation are near enough the same:
because from crowley's perspective? totally get it. desperation, last-ditch effort to make aziraphale understand, and maybe... yeah, trying to make him stay. he loves him desperately, so it makes sense. from aziraphale's perspective? this is what i think he 'forgives' crowley for, and why his face just drops partway through processing the kiss itself, before settling into anger, even maybe a bit of... revulsion? idk, but the dialogue of the ox-rib scene will always spin around in my head like a rotisserie chicken during this scene, because it genuinely feels like the kiss was meant to mirror it. i can't remember who came up with the post that said it (please link if you know it!), but one of the biggest shifts in my head post-s2 is when aziraphale touches his lips; "he didn't know he was starving." so yeah, to me, it's a temptation.
im slightly more conflicted as to whether i consider it immoral. on one hand, my logical brain wins out; whilst i recognise it was how crowley had to communicate in his desperation... aziraphale didn't ask for it, and it wasn't proposed to him - he didnt have any choice in the kiss. it was landed on him, in the midst of heartbreak and vast emotional turmoil, without prior consent or even a warning, and i think crowley knew when he broke away that it didn't work. that being said - aziraphale absolutely reciprocated it after the initial shock, that can't be denied, and didn't push crowley away/struggle during the kiss. i don't think that justifies it, personally, but that's just my opinion. the only thing i am personally certain on is that whilst i firmly believe it had no outright malicious intent behind it, it was a frantic and erratic action, intended to tempt aziraphale into staying. i think aziraphale realises this, and is understandably angry as a result (because, lets be real, it worked in tempting him to stay, or at least made the whole separation for him utterly soul-destroying); even at a very base level, being temptable is knowledge only crowley has, and he's arguably used it against aziraphale into making him do something he doesn't want to do.
however, anon, there's so many facets to all of these scenes, and this is just one of them (imo anyway). happy to discuss further if you so have the inclination, but even if this response wasn't what you were necessarily looking for, i hope it's at least put one side of the argument out there!!!✨💕
#good omens#ask#s1 meta#s2 meta#crowley meta#aziraphale meta#flashback meta#feral domestic/final fifteen meta
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ur aki sequel was SO GOOD OMFGGG like literally some of ur best work 😵💫😵💫😵💫 would u ever write rough sex w serizawa?
*₊˚💬୧ omg!!!!!! tysm for saying so wow.... sometimes i look at my writing for too long and my face just turns to this :| so i'm so glad you enjoyed it hehe
as for rough sex with serizawa.... the answer is a resounding... YES! i definitely need to write more for him! i just have a pile of ideas i am drowning in and that just ends up paralyzing me lol but for now, here are some rambling hcs/ideas i have abt sex -> rough sex with seri <3
as i've mentioned before in this post, seri's cock is H U G E. guaranteed larger than any other you've ever had. he knows this, is fully aware of the third leg he's got going on (LMFAOO sorry). so he is going to be very careful with you at first. i can just imagine being on top, seri's hefty hands on your waist to keep you stable as you sink on his cock at your own pace. just the tip stretches you to a mild burn; his cock head is just so bulbous and fat that you could probably satisfy yourself on that alone. but as you take him on, inch by inch, his head sinks deeper into the pillow and his eyes scrunch up as the man's usually soft features become strained. you know he's restraining himself, but still finding pleasure at your gradual intake.
"katsu..." his name skirts a breath, "it's all in." you didn't have to tell him, he was watching for himself that time but hearing you say those words has his cock pulsating within your walls. it's just a little throb but with his size, it's magnified and you feel it throughout your entire body like a series of chills. it's a sensation that you would never be able to feel on your own, even with a dildo his size.
your body melds with seri's so perfectly, he hardly has to worry anymore about dipping deep inside you, recognizes now that the wrinkles by your shut eyes are from euphoria rather than pain.
"katsu," your voice is muffled, drowning in the bedsheets as seri takes you from behind, "f-faster, please." you're practically crying for more, how can seri deny you? but once he starts, his hips smacking so loud against your bottom that it reverberates throughout the entire room, he finds that it's... too good.
it's a conversation that comes up. "felt good?" you coo after the session, glowing with pride on how you were able to take him so well. he nods, cheekbones painted with red. "you sure that was okay? you're not hurt?" you shake your head and on a dreamy exhale, you tell him, "felt amazing."
with your stamp of approval, now seri inches towards a more frantic pace, a rougher rut into you the next time and you don't buckle. you instead beg for more until he's splitting you in two from the sheer size of his cock and the intensity of his thrusts.
phew. ok. now more characteristics of him being rough with you: this man needs to have his hands on you. needs to grip you so tight, your skin is flared afterwards from the pressure. sometimes his nails come out and it's not enough to draw blood but enough that the marks linger long after you're finished. but you always beam with accomplishment, like they're badges of honor. it makes him smile, but also still makes him flustered.
can you just imagine... his hands on your ass, dragging you on his cock so fiercely his fat balls are stimulating the rest of you.
god. the speed at which his huge cock disappears inside of you is unfathomable and feels just as mystical. you feel him up in your guts, can SEE HIM OUTLINING YOUR STOMACH and he can't help but feel himself through your tummy and grunt in ecstasy.
but the real accomplishment is getting seri to lose himself in the pleasure, follow the drumming need for more without fear of breaking you. and all the while, you're panting and pleading for more.
but don't get it twisted, he's not rough with you all of the time. seri much prefers to bask in your presence, let your warm insides envelop him as he bucks into you with slowed purpose. but damn when he wants to go all out... pheeewwww get an ice back baby
#mp serizawa#serizawa#serizawa katsuya#katsuya serizawa#mp100 imagines#serizawa x you#serizawa x reader#serizawa katsuya x you#serizawa katsuya x reader#mp100 serizawa#.˚₊ ʚ 💌 ɞ ˚₊ ‧ˋ*⁀➷ ꒰ love letters to serizawa! ꒱
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Hello. I asked if you still gave advice sometime ago. I had some problems with internet connection and only saw your answer now.
I have no experience with girls, and I worry because, when it comes to sex, I'm really insecure. I have this idea in my mind sex between a guy and a girl is better and nothing I can do with anyone can compare. It's not really the mindset of competitiveness, much less wanting to be better, but, at least, equal. I think I see lesbian sex as inferior, in a way, as missing something, as I always hear. My friends said themselves, what women have, men also do, but they also have something we don't, so I just kind of feel I'm lacking when it comes to pleasuring a woman. And I know no lesbian would prefer a man to a woman, but I always think that if dildos and the alike were off the table, my partners would enjoy sex more if they could be with a man. I don't know how prevalent strap-ons and dildos are among lesbians, nor if they are always used among people who like it or if they just come out sometimes, but the impression I have of them is as the main thing, the most pleasurable and intimate, and one that most women will require, although I recognize I can't really know that, due to my lack of experience. I don't want to use them at all, but I'm worried about that too. Does that tend to be important for lesbians, or is that something that would be missed? I can't ask about everyone, because exceptions always exist, but, for most of us, is it like that?
I remember following your blog years ago, and you were always very kind. I had never asked anything, but the answers helped me still. Thank you.
Okay, warning to all that this will have a lot of juicy sex talk.
You’ve fallen into a very easy patriarchal ideological trap around sex that is central to both misogyny and homophobia. The idea is this: women’s bodies and sex organs are vessels, men’s bodies and sex organs are the active force. Women have sex enacted upon them; men elevate things from the erotic and the sensual to the sexual. This isn’t because of anything you’ve done wrong; the patriarchy tries to teach us this every day.
The idea that women are incomplete men is not a new one, and I have heard this repeated many times around sex in different ways with outright homophobia (“lesbian sex isn’t real sex”), heterosexism (“Lesbian sex is just foreplay”) and liberal good intentions (“lesbian sex is all the sweet parts of sex that straight men miss and we can all learn from lesbians”). This is what your friends are saying. But it isn’t that men are like women with “something extra”. What they have is something completely different (and, to the lesbian mind and taste, something deeply inferior).
I have thought a lot about what to tell you and what I keep coming back to is this: when you have your fingers curled inside another woman, she feels warm and soft and you can feel—pounding with excitement—her pulse through her vagina. The vagina is a muscle that squeezes and draws you in closer when a woman is excited. What could possibly be elevated by this experience by the inclusion of anything else? Is this experience, if one woman feeling the pulse of another woman through her most intimate parts, not on its own a divine expression of sexual actualization?
The fact is that there are a bunch of people in the world that might be stronger, faster, more fit, more traditionally attractive, more well off, more put together, more whatever than I am. But if the woman I am having sex with cares about me, she isn’t thinking of anyone who is any of those things. She’s thinking of me. Because someone who compares you to other possibilities during the act of sex is not someone you want to be with anyhow.
When it comes to straps and dildos… I have to admit that I also thought that they would be more prevalent than they turned out to be in my sex life as an adult. They have never been the main dish or the requirement. The fact is, you ultimately don’t need anything for sex other than two people, and often anything else is just in the way or for occasional fun. It’s completely okay to never use them. Many lesbians prefer this (actually, many of my exes directly preferred no penetration at all).
Frankly, I think that the phallocentricity of how our society views sex is violent, unloving, and deeply patriarchal. I’m the past when I have had partners who exclusively partnered with men they had sex with me the way their male partners had sex with them; fast, rough, as if we had an audience. My heart breaks for this looking back. When I asked what they wanted it was not that, and like any experience this can be tempered. The human desire for sex is about reciprocation, not performance and colonization. Sex is a pleasure and bonding tool that, at its best and most beautiful, is about forging happiness.
From a lesbian perspective, a male partner and his penis are not only unwelcome, but inherently disastrous. His lack of vulva, vagina, clitoris, and other female avenues of pleasure is not only repulsive on a sensory level, but also a barrier to sex. He may have something we don’t but he also lacks something we have—female sex organs. Like any artist, we cannot work with a medium that does not inspire us.
If your partner would rather have sex with a man, that will never be because you don’t want to use a certain sex toy, because penises are better, or because lesbian sex is missing anything. It’s because they want to have sex with a man. If you cooked a beautiful meal and someone still wants McDonald’s, it doesn’t make you a bad cook. If they want to have sex exclusively with a strap on, it’s okay for that to be a dealbreaker too. You don’t have to be sexually compatible with everyone in the world—it’s impossible to be anyway—you just need to have someone who wants what you want in the same way you do. Even if 99% of lesbians thought that strap-ons were the highlight (which is absolutely not true in the slightest) then there would still be one percent who didn’t. Just like if you cooked a beautiful meal, they could still have allergies or preferences that don’t fit yours.
Ultimately, sex is about desire and connection. Without desire, rotted in the physical as well as mental, and connection, rooted in the emotional and the social, sex will not be that great anyway. Those are going to get you further than any sex toy, my friend.
I promise you have everything you need.
#lesbian sex#asks#radfems do interact#lesbian feminist#pee pee centrists dni#and to be clear that last tag doesn’t mean osa women it means people who think lesbian sex includes pee pees
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Well hello! :D
How are you? I hope everything is well :))
I know I'm kinda late with the honesty hour thing but I'm curious...
WhAt aRe YoUr SecReT FaShIoN TiPs?! Especially in Jewellery!!?! And generally?!! Like, seriously, not to sound creepy or anything but i literally love your fashion taste ... (I hope it's not creepy as it sounds)
Have a great day/night!💜🎭🌹
Hey Ho, love. As always a huge pleasure to see you here! 💚
I'm doing alright, could be better but could also be worse, depends on the minute, I guess. 🤭 How about you? I hope you're doing good so far.
Second, no, don't worry. You're absolutely not too late. The hour doesn't matter. It counts as long as people have any kind of questions. Hehe 💚
And then, thank you sooooo incredibly much for the compliment. You're so kind!! It makes me so happy when I hear people like my style or the way I dress. I adore it a lot myself so it makes me even happier when other people think so as well. And no, of course I doesn't sound creepy or anything. Besides, I like creepy things so even if.. I would still like it. Hehe.
Wah, I don’t know if I'm good in answering this so I will just list some things I pretty much like.
The answer became pretty long so it's under the cut and I also added some pictures. :D
I mostly wear not that much jewellery. Or more like, I used to wear much more. I adore rings. They make every outfit look special and I think when you wear several rings it changes your appearance immediately. It leaves a majestic hint, on my eyes, and I love that. Of course, for me it's either black jewellery or silver. Or both, no surprise I guess. Well, and I like necklaces so much. And my go to is always to wear several necklaces with different layers (?).
A short one, a middle one and a long one. I love necklaces:
I think necklaces are another great way to kinda point out the things you like. Most of my jewellery has pentagrams as pendant, for example. You can point out things you like with pendants. One of my favourite necklaces has the band logo of my favourite band Ghost.
Well, and coming to necklaces, I also adore huge chokers xD. (Sounds kinda strange 🤭)
This is my favourite choker:
Well, yes, it's huge and looks way more uncomfortable than it is. To be honest, when I bought it I was afraid if I will be able to wear it. I have some struggles with chokers or turtleneck shirts etc. I feel constricted very quickly and it causes me to panic. But to my own surprise and happiness, I found myself having no problems with the choker so it became another one of my go to's. Depending on the outfit and style I want to wear. But I think it upgrades every outfit very quickly. 🤭
0h, and of course I love bracelets. A lot of them or big ones. My favourite one has the name of my favourite band as well. It's not small but also not huge.
I’m a fan of wide bracelets. So since I mostly don't wear many but wide ones.
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Of course, all of thisalways depends on the style I'm going to wear. While I mostly dress either a bit more traditional/victorian goth or nu goth.
But most of the time, when I leave the house I look either punk/emoish or like the typical metalhead I am. Band shirts, jeans and a jacket. Which mostly is also band merch. Then I wear maybe one of two of my necklaces. But mostly different ones.
So, but my absolutely favourite styling accessories are harnesses or under-chest corsages. Which sounds way more uncomfortable than it is. And I personally would not even call it corsage. It's more like a wide belt, for me. But it upgrades every outfit immediately.
It can either make you look so much more badass or so much more classy and stylish.
You can wear it with everything. I'm not the biggest fan of wearing it while I wear jeans but with skirts and dresses it looks wonderful. And it also looks wonderful with jeans but I'm never really satisfied with the way I try to style it. xD And no matter what style you're wearing, like me, more like subculture styles or if you dress casual or vintage or whatever. If makes your outfit so beautiful. And it's actually not uncomfortable. Which was a surprise to me as well. xD
Well yes, or harnesses. I'm not the biggest fan of harnesses for the legs, because I do think they're uncomfortable, more for the upper body. I have a harness for the legs but I don't really wear it. Just like with the corsage/belt, it can make your outfit just a bit more "special".
(not me, Pinterest example pictures)
And, which also counts for both, belt and harness, if you have Tshirt or similar that are bigger or too big, it helps to make them more fitting. Or just to make it a little more figure-hugging.
I guess that's all I can think about right now. And I think it was enough, didn't expect the post to be that long in the end. I hope you don't mind and of course I hope it was some kind of entertaining or similar. If I missed your point anyhow, please feel free to tell me or to ask another thing you're interested about. I would never mind, hehe.
But I really want to mention, maybe as little disclaimer or something: The way of dressing I described here is my favourite when I want to dress up a bit more. Which is true. But I don't want it to sound like I'm always dressing up like this, no. Absolutely not. I don't want it to look like I always make sure to be perfectly dressed. I mention this because I also sometimes struggle when I see people always wear some kind of more special clothing and I often find myself asking if I should do it more or something to look better. No, bullshit. If at all, I only dress up like this for myself, in my room and to make myself feel good. Maybe for 30 minutes, then I change again. xD I rarely leave the house and if I also don't care to always look perfectly on fleek or anything. 98,99% of the year you will find me wearing my favourite sweatpants, band (or other merch) shirts or hoodies (!!) or zipper/hoodie jackets. This is how I look most of the time. Just a chill look. Comfortable like nothing else and yeah, maybe even lazy. But you don't have to wear special clothes or anything to look good. You look good when you wear things you feel comfortable in! Most important thing of all. And also, often I don't even bother to put on jeans or anything when I'm about to leave the house. I'm living my sweatpants and this will never change. 🤭
(And also: I still hate skirts and dresses. I will forever prefer pants. Only on some days I feel comfortable enough wearing it, simply because I think it looks good. On top: Nu Goth style with pants can be hard to style. So, disclaimer 2. xD (You don't have to wear skirts or dresses or anything, wear whatever the fuck you want. We don't have the time to wear things we struggle with just because society has some weird opinions about how to dress))
Okay, now I'm seriously going to stop. Again; thank you so, sooo much for asking this. It made me really happy. Thank you for taking the time. And of course, if anyone wants to share some of their fashion tips etc, I will gladly read them! 🫶🏻💚
-> Honesty hour, seriously ask me whatever the fuck you want to. (you can still ask me anything, just ignore the word 'hour' doesn't count here.)
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20 and 21 for ghostbur :]
Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?
This question makes me a little sad because Ghostbur really didn’t have… much of any good, true friends during his life. He had Friend, of course, and Tommy, but everyone else didn’t seem to actually care much about him :/ People like Ranboo and Phil even seemed happy when he died. It’s just really sad to me.
In another universe, Ghostbur would’ve been soooooo loved & cherished and he would’ve had sooooo many wonderful friends who deeply loved him :’)
But! To answer the question aksgajsgajsg I must give Two answers: Friend and Charlie Slimecicle.
Friend and Ghostbur’s close bond is very canon, and for good reason!! They’re freakin adorable! The way Friend chooses to stick with his human, even though sheep are flock animals and almost always prefer to be with other sheep… 🥺 And the way Ghostbur always, always, always searches for his sheep when he gets lost or loses a life, and never once gives up the search until he finds Friend… 🥺 PLEASE. THE DEVOTION!!!
Friend also really really helps Ghostbur with his mental issues, and has a very calming effect on the ghost—super similar to a service pet! I think it’s such a neat relationship and, even though Friend is an animal and not a fellow human, his and Ghostbur’s friendship really is so sweet and just… filled to the brim with love <3 Strong, devotional love and it’s so wholesome.
I really think Charlie and Ghostbur would’ve been so good for each other 😭 Their personalities are so similar and I think they’d relate on a lot of things!! Even their speech patterns are similar 😅 IT PAINS ME THAT THEY NEVER GOT ANY CANON INTERACTIONS. OH WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN.
Oh my gosh I could totally see these two becoming close and really getting to know & trust each other and and and 🥺 Oh… what could have been, truly.
If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?
OOOOOOOH
Okayokay, let me think about this for a moment… oh this is such an interesting question. Oh yes.
I really adore Ghostbur’s perspective/worldview, and it’s so pleasant to write :) Whether it comes through in his dialogue or I’m just describing what he’s thinking about, he’s got such a clearly unique point of view, and it’s a joy to write!! Seriously such a pleasure! Ghostbur is a lovely soul with a lovely mind, and it’s really cool to kind of… I guess see it for myself through writing. It’s really awesome :)
The way he thinks is so sweet and simple and hopeful and poetic, but there’s also a deepness that’s so striking and thought-provoking—and, often, deep deep layers of sadness & emotional turmoil as well. It all blends together in SUCH a beautiful way, and just… dudeeee. Ghostbur is the Best little guy <33
As for things I don’t like… hm. I don’t know if I can come up with anything specific :0 I guess I’m always a little worried that I’m writing him wrong, or making him either “too childish” or “too serious” or whatever. It’s nothing too bad though, and for the most part I really do enjoy writing him!
#ask#ask game answers#ghostposting#DUDEEEEEE CAN YOU TELL THAT I LOVE HIM#I HEKKIN RAMBLED ON THESE#thank you so much my friend these were really fun to answer :D
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