Warmth. That was the first thing you were aware of.
“Ben?” Your voice was still heavy with sleep.
“Right here.” His voice was warm in your ear, comforting. Not really what you would have expected, considering who he was outside this room.
“I had the nicest dream…” You rolled to face him.
“Yeah?” Dark eyes surveyed you with the faintest hint of tenderness.
“Yeah,” you looked up at him, a smirk on your face.
“Oh,” he returned the smirk, “that sort of dream, huh?”
“Mmhmm,” you leaned up and kissed him, slow and deep, enjoying the moment where he seemed at peace.
“So…” He smirked down at you, “seeing as I can read your mind like a book….”
“Oh.” You blushed; you had forgotten about that rather annoying power he had.
“Maybe I’ll just…” He trailed off, hands wandering. It was a habit of yours to sleep either naked or in very little. Today was the former, so his hands wandering was quite the pleasant experience.
“Ben…” You hated how weak you sounded as you whimpered his name.
“Wrong name, sweetheart.” He slid two fingers inside you at once, with very little warning.
“I hate that other name,” you managed to pant; he had started pushing his fingers in and out of you just as you started to speak.
He kissed you roughly, silencing any further protest - and the moans that threatened to escalate in volume as he continued his ministrations.
“Oh god, Ben…” You moaned, “please…”
His smirk was almost predatory; “wrong name.”
He shifted, parted your legs and teased your entrance almost roughly.
“I’m going to give you a few seconds…” His voice was low in your ear; he slid into you just a few centimetres, enough to draw a tiny moan from your lips.
“Three…” The smirk was fixed on his face as he slid another inch into you.
“Two…” He withdrew, teasing you.
“One…” He slammed into you fully, hands gripping your waist.
“K-Kylo!” You gasped, nails digging into his back as he started pounding into you, setting a deep, rough pace right from the start.
“Much better,” his smirk was smug, but his eyes blazed with lust.
“Please…” You whined as he gripped your hips tighter, “please don’t stop!”
“I don’t plan on it.” He shifted your legs, allowing him a deeper angle. You cried out; the feeling was exquisite.
One of your hands shifted to his forearm; under all the black armour he wore, he was surprisingly strong. The other tangled in his unkempt hair; you wanted to guide his lips to yours, but it seemed he had other ideas.
His lips settled on one of your nipples, then the other, alternating between them as he continued pounding into you.
You were close, so close, and you could tell he was too; the bond between you was stronger when you were like this. How could it not be, when you were locked in the most intimate of embraces?
“Please…” You whined, “please Ben… Kylo… Please…”
He glanced up at you, lips leaving your breast; he kissed you deeply, thrusting deeper and harder, pace becoming more erratic; he rolled, pulling you on top of him.
The new angle was deep, slow, and perfect… It sent you over the edge; you reached your climax with your toes curled and your hands buried in the sheets and his hair. For a moment there was nothing, just the feeling of his hands on you, his lips on yours.
And then you recovered, gasping for breath as he groaned, spilling himself inside you; he pulled you down onto him with each thrust, a groan escaping his lips each time.
For a moment, he was breathless beneath you, and then he pulled you flush against his chest, arms tightening around you.
“Time and time again you surprise me.” He smirked.
“I know…” You smirked back, “someone has to keep you on your toes.”
“Too true.” He sighed, “too true.”
All too soon he would suggest you get dressed and back to work; for now, you decided to savour the moment, the few minutes you had with your Ben, rather than the Sith Lord he was to everyone else.
I just finished reading Karamel Fanfiction HOLG The Saga written by @gldngrl7 for don’t-know-how-many times…
And then as I stared at this photo… I couldn’t help but notice, ooh those long fingers….. 😍😍😍
Finally got it glued together! I’m going to wait till tomorrow to put grout on as it’s getting rather late here, but so far so good! Unfortunately I forgot to account for the width of the styrofoam when I cut the top, so it looks a little funky. Oh well, I’m sure apep won’t care. @wheremyscalesslither, I’m tagging you in case you’re curious as to how this is going. (Also if you’re interested in cool snake things you should check out her snake resources page, that’s where I got the idea to make this!)
[ ✉️️ ] who the hell is this and why do you have my phone number? oh wait… there’s only one person i know who’d hit me up like that 😒 how come i forgot to add you in my contacts list? anyways lol.
[ ✉️️ ] fine, i’ll buy you whatever you want, BUT i am not gonna be your delivery boy. you better get off your ass and come get the food yourself.
( sms ) …. I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS! Oppa is a ばか!!! 💢
( sms ) the actual chicken little is so endearing and you’re just mean 😣 so undeserving of that nickname, i am going to write a petition to your fans to revoke it.
( sms ) but coming from you… that’s a great deal of kindness, so fine – are you at the studio?
( sms ) i’m here and just got done with practice. honestly i just need some company to eat.
Rant/Opinions of Irritating Things I Seen in the LiS Fandom as of Today(possible spoilers below).
The moment I finished up episode 5, I was so ready to join in this fandom like,
Past me: ,“Oh the fandom is gonna be so cool, and nice can’t wait to talk about it among my fellow Lis Lovers.
Oh naive past me ,you really got so moved by the sacrifice chloe ending, you forgot two things:
1.) The people on internet
2.) The people on tumblr
Like omg I’ve seen a lot of:
*Pricefield bullying other shippings. Posting their pics of their shipping and negative opinions of other shippings , Mainly on grahamfield or scottfield, in other tags besides their own!
*So much hate on warren for no legit reason other, than He’s a threat to my shipping, to the point they find any small things to make him look evil . Like I don’t get it, He doesn’t force max into anything she doesn’t want to,knows when to give her space/ not being touchy,helps her out Whenever she ask and see that she needs it. I honestly feel like Warren has to be a girl at this point for some of his haters to like him……..
*Anyone that dont like the pricefield like it’s the OTP, gets called either a homophobe, a lesbophobe(……didnt even know that was a real thing, till I walk into this fandom) retarded,just a bunch of other mean things.
*People just ignoring how Chloe acts and even say,” Chloe’s the perfect bae ,she do no wrong”……..cept the fact she guilt trips whenever you DON’T do whatever she say (let’s not forget her guilt tripping/blaming even cause Max to feel bad and try to go back in time to make her happy,which that’s when things gets bad, and what do you know even in wheelchair Chloe’s time line, she still tries to guilt trip her pal…..) Lets also remember she gets Max into trouble and never really apologise till around episode 5 . Also people said she had character development throughout the game. Unsure about that, seems to me she has some character development in episode 5, when she decides not to be selfish and realize it was wrong to blame things on others, when it’s not their fault. Hell I applauded her when she was willing to not be selfish for once and sacrifice her life to save arcadia bay,but idk she could have have some depending on how you play but I doubt it. She just reminds me of Kenny from walking dead and he also never realize hes behavior/actions, until he’s facing true death. Since they haven’t talk in 5 years to the point Chloe replace her bestie with another gal, who she clearly had fell in love with. You can like chloe ,I like chloe feel free to ship her with Max in a romantic way no hate from me ,but at least don’t pretend she hasn’t done bad things to max.
*People stating max is straight out lesbian: Don’t think she is. Think she bi/demi/pans due to her thoughts and how the player can chose who she like-like can kiss both and have never said, “ugh I would never date boys/girls only boys/girls.” She hasn’t in any of that in the playthroughs thus far I seen, but if you seen it and have proof let me know. Feel free to think it ,but if someone doesn’t ,no need to to call them a homo/lesbophobe.
*People saying that if it's an action that didn’t need a choice its cannon. I mean it’s true, but how they try to use it in arguments is just dumb…..so dumb
*People stating max hates or is a afraid of men ,as if it’s a fact and not treating it as a theory due to the nightmare world. And if you were to disagree to this thought fact then You arn’t paying attention to crucial detail.” To me if that was the case, why would she go to a co-ed school, be friendly to luke, daniel, justin, trevor, befriended warren who is a “clingy as fuck stalker even before you try to be friends with them”, had respected and Like jefferson, as a teacher or act like she did. Quick someone be a dick to all the males somehow ,and tell me how it goes.
Sigh it’s most likely pointless and no one will care I type this out, but I really needed a way to vent this irritation and thoughts out. It pretty much feels like naruto shipping wars all over again. Crazy intolerant shippers want to ruin a fandom for their own pleasure.Usually why I don’t really draw fanart or talk about fandom things unless to my friend(to bad for him XD). Again had to rant a bit about this sorry.
level of sin: there’s no Sin but there’s some s i n
regrets: im sure my friends will have regrets but i have none
after-writing note: ok man this turned out even darker than i was aiming for… have fun… also i just realized i used peter instead of pietro you guys need to train me better
The Price To Pay
It was the worst fight they had ever been in. An ambush. They thought it was an easy mission, so they sent in the students to get some field training. But there was an ambush, and the X Mansion was an hour-long flight away. They were fighting the best they could, and occasionally they would break out of their carefully constructed star formation to allow Scott to eliminate a few more enemies, but there were always more. They were all injured and their powers were coming less strongly than before. You could see they were losing in the silent tears streaming down Jean’s cheeks, the constant rain from Storm’s emotional connection, and the way Kurt’s tail lay motionless on the ground behind him. Scott screamed the code, and they all threw themselves to the ground as he blasted a wide circle. There were only a few left after he finished. He had never done a complete turn in battle, because it exposed his back, but this time the desperate play worked out. They could make it now! The formation broke as they all took on separate enemies, some of them taking two but never more. There weren’t that many of them left anyway. Kurt, who was fighting an inexperienced and clumsy fighter, kept glancing around to see if his friends were ok. His opponent let his guard down once, and Kurt grabbed him and teleported far into the air, as his father used to, and let go. When he reached the ground again, he did another sweep of the battle and was horrified to see Peter on the ground. His vision went dark as he saw the sweeping sword blow about to take care of Peter for good. Kurt screamed and teleported, knowing he wouldn’t be fast enough to get him out, knowing he could do nothing but be a shield. The sword came down and Kurt gasped, and he faintly heard Peter’s scream before his instincts took over and teleported him far away.
Peter coughed as his head slammed into a hard floor. Wait, floor? They were fighting on the ground… oh no, oh no ohno ohnononoNONO KURT!
“WHERE IS HE?” Peter screamed, and then realized it wasn’t necessary. Kurt was on the floor next to him, one hand locked around his wrist to teleport him away. Peter almost laughed at his boyfriend’s constant watchfulness of him, before he remembered the moment before the teleport, and before he saw the gaping hole in Kurt’s chest.
“Kurt, why did you have to jump in front of me? I would have been okay, you know that!”
“P-Peter.. I w-wasn’t there in t-time. I telepo-ported away f-for a moment and-” Kurt trailed off, his eyes staring glassily at the ceiling. Peter looked around wildly, wondering where they were, and realized they were on the roof of one of the houses they were protecting from the people they were fighting. Kurt had taken them too far away for Peter to go back for help in time. ‘In time’ Peter thought, his eyes full of tears. ‘In time is such an ugly phrase. For the fastest man in the world, I’m always too late.’ Peter bent over Kurt’s unmoving body, trying to stem the flow of blood, but when he touched Kurt’s chest, there was no heartbeat. Peter screamed and cradled Kurt in his arms, taking off in the direction of the others. He got there fast, yes, but the look in Jean’s eyes told him he was already too late. He fell to his knees, still holding Kurt’s body, pressing a kiss to his forehead and then breaking down in tears. It took a long time for his friends to get him away from the body.
Hank was back in the jet with reinforcements. He gasped at the carnage and ran to his students, stopping short when he saw what they were standing around.
“Kurt.. Kurt saved Peter but… he didn’t m-make it.” Jean said, placing a hand on Kurt’s chest. “I tried to s-save him but-” Jean broke down, curling up on the ground sobbing.
“Jean it wasn’t your fault. You can’t save everyone,” Scott said gently, but his own pain was evident in the way he was digging his fingernails into his palms, and the silent tears slipping from beneath his visor. Hank looked around at his students, the ones who, only a few hours ago, we’re excited for their first mission. And now, they were all in various stages of grief. They were broken. Hank remembered Darwin’s death, how the group fragmented and then came back together stronger, united by it. But it was too big of a price to pay. He knelt next to Kurt’s body, tears slipping down his cheeks, and then suddenly looked up. There was someone else missing.
“Where’s Peter?” he asked, knowing the answer as he spoke.
“He ran.” Storm choked out, floating about five feet from the ground in a cocoon of mist. The rain was coming heavily now, washing everything of blood, making everything darker. “He ran and he’s not coming back. He told us to never look for him because we wouldn’t find him. None of us were fast enough to catch him before he ran. Kurt- Kurt was the only one that could catch him.” Storm spoke fast, her voice quivering. Hank understood. He had locked himself away after Darwin died, after Mystique left. He hadn’t allowed himself to be seen for months. Peter would come back eventually. But the group of traumatized kids before him needed help. He called in the others, carrying the kids back into the jet. When they got back to the mansion, the new X-Men locked themselves in their rooms, and Hank looked at Charles for help. Charles was crying as well. Everyone was in mourning. It was weeks before the rain stopped. It was months before the X-Men’s next mission. They were stronger than before. They knew what they had to do and did it. But every battle for over a year ended with them curled on the ground or somewhere in the air, sobbing. Peter never came back. Neither did Kurt.
I’m loving haters’ excuse for tagging Anti-Richonne Richonne.
“I tag it that way so I can find it on MY blog.”
Like, my bad. I didn’t know there was such an urgent need to keep track of your own posts about how much you hate a particular couple. You’ve converted me…
Oh wait. I forgot, you can keep track of it on your own blog using the ANTI-RICHONNE TAG! With the added bonus of keeping it out of Richonners tag! WOAH. Rocket science right there!
Besides keeping track of their own hate posts being a truly odd concept to me, the fact of the matter is, these haters just want a particular set of eyeballs to see their posts but they don’t quite want to be labeled a troll, which is why they try to defend their use of the tag by shouting, “But organization!”
I am always SO INTENSELY BAFFLED when people try to pull out “omg westallen fandom is so toxic” because I have witnessed so many toxic fandoms and so many just shitty fandoms and obviously WA fandom isn’t perfect, but it is so obviously one of the good ones??????
WA fandom is:
- Constantly mobilized to doggedly defend a female character and actress from sexist and racist attacks that she’s regularly bombarded with and doing so loudly and successfully enough that the actress has repeatedly been vocal about her appreciation.
- Constantly spreading positivity in and of itself as well about female character and actress so as to avoid only be reactive.
- Constantly going out of its way to spread positivity about other characters entirely, including ones who are OBSTACLES to WA (e.g. trending for Linda and Eddie).
- Constantly contributing more meta to and investing more interest in the canon as a WHOLE than most OTP fandoms I’ve ever seen.
But oh wait, I forgot, WA fandom drags people who pop up in the tags being assholes and don’t hesitate to call out racism when they see it, so clearly MOST TOXIC FANDOM EVAR OMG.