Someone Pointed Out That Kylo Ren Is Basically Space Zuko. I Started Drawing Parallels, Fell Down The

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My name is Kathryn :), She/Her Pronouns, early 30s but feel older lol'

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I write mostly for Eddie and Steve but I'm down for others.

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Characters

Eddie Munson

Unattainable Series

In the Eye of the Beholder

In the Eye of the Beholder Part 2

I Got You

Time Doesn't Heal All Wounds Series

Pushing the Barrier series (ongoing kinda)

But What If I Want to Stay

Always Behind You series

Eddie Asks

Silence

Ghost In The Machine (on going)

Steve Harrington

Date Night Series (on going until I run out of ideas)

Playing the Game series

A Virtual Romance series

Saying Sorry (on going)

Those Days

Inside of Her Head

In Your Corner (Steve Ask)

In Your Corner Part 2

I Miss the Misery

My Lucifer is Lonely

My Lucifer is Lonely Part 2

Steddie

Good Neighbors series

We're a Family series

Steddie Dream Drabble

Aftercare series

I'm in Control series

The King, The Bat, and The Runaway series

Take It Out On Me series

I Have Nothing (If I Don't Have You) series (On going)

Head Filled With Demons/Secret Sinners

Scary Monsters and Nice Sprites

Halsey series (on going)

Children of the Night series

Little Girl Gone (On going)

Don't Be So Hard (on going)

Secret Underneath (on going)

Yin & Yang

Yin & Yang Part 2

Created A Monster

Steddie Asks

I'm Just A F**ked Up Girl

Kurt Kunkle

A Toxic Lesson

A Toxic Lesson Part 2

Gator Tillman

"I can take care of you." (Gator Request)

Small Doses

LOTR & HOBBIT TEXT POSTS

SPREAD IT

That man you see there, he is a 92 year old veteran from Norway, who was tortured by the nazis during world war II.  The upper picture is the picture of the “BOY London” logo, that’s so popular now days. Then, on the picture under, is a known symbol that were used under by the nazis in World War II.  Now you can all think of what you’re really wearing.

I would rather die serving cunt than die serving my country

I WANT ONE

imagine a dragon who hoarded librarians and every so often knights come to rescue them and the librarians get very upset because the dragon is quiet and reshelves everything neatly and the knights are Very Annoying

can I just

thank you so so much

this is important

Why is this slaying just entire life rn?… Really 😭😭😭😭

oh goodness

When you’re beside yourself with laughter.

Also, Chris Evanses.

Wear My Name

mondern!Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word Count: 1.0k

You've bought a new pair of panties. Hopefully, Eddie likes the little surprise when he sees them.

Warning: 18 +. breeding kink, p in v, unprotected sex, lil bit of a hand job.

Thank you to my beta readers <3

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"What is that?" 

You turn to look over your shoulder at your boyfriend. With an eyebrow raised you ask, "What's what?"

"That." Eddie points at your lower back. "What's that shining right there?"

You smirk. He had noticed the little surprise you'd bought for him. So, you stood from your spot at the edge of his bed and hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your thong. Pulling it up a little you say, "Oh this?" 

You knew by the short intake of air that Eddie had finally seen the full thing. The red lace of the thong had his name spelled out in what you thought were tacky charms decked in rhinestones. When you’d seen the Etsy listing for them you couldn't help but wonder what Eddie’s reaction would be.

"Do you like them?" You ask. You have to turn your body slightly to see his response as words seem to have left him. 

His hands were reaching out for your hips and before you knew it, Eddie was pulling down the grey sweatpants you had borrowed from him. 

You gasp, slapping at his hands. "Eddie!"

"Can't help it, need to see all of them." He sounded memorized. "Do a spin for me, baby."

He lets go of you long enough for you to toe off your pants and do a tiny spin. He gives your ass a small smack as it passes. 

"Fuck- baby you look breathtaking."

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

You let him pull you atop his lap. His hands are warm as they smooth over the fronts of your thighs. His lips kiss up your clothed spine and you shiver in excitement. He hums as he breathes you in. 

“Wanna see you bouncing on my cock with this on, Sweetheart.”

You smile. “Then lay back for me Eds and let me put on a show for you.” 

He does as you request, laying back against the pillows with his arms resting behind his head. He watches your every move, eyes following as your fingers tug at his blue and black checkered boxers. 

He's semi-hard, cock falling to his stomach, growing stiffer by the second. You take it into your hand and rub your Thumb over the sensitive tip.

“Mmh, that's right baby. Love when you touch me.” Eddie moans, tilting his head back to rest on the headboard.

You reach over to the nightstand and grab your bottle of lube and squinting some into your hand. It's cold. Eddie jumps a bit When you bring your lubed hand to his throbbing cock. 

Slowly you begin to pump your hand. He hardens under your grasp and you can feel it throbbing as his heart rate picks up.

Eddie bites his lip as he moans. His legs flex and his hips buck up. He lets out a groan when you let go of him only to quiet down when you turn, swinging a leg over his so that you're straddling him. 

His hands immediately grab your hips, thumb rubbing across his bedazzled name. 

The room is filled with heavy breathing as you situate the thin string of the thong to the side. You need him inside of you and so you take his cock and guide him into your sopping-wet cunt. 

There's a pounding in your core urging you to take him all the way. You choke out a cry as you do. The sudden feeling of the full stretch he gives you along with the fullness has you throwing your head back. “Fuck.”

Eddie's fingers grip tightly into your skin, flesh pudges between the digits. He's holding you so hard there will probably be bruises later, you hope so. When you nod to him, showing that you're ready, Eddie starts to guide your hips. Helping to move you up and down, grinding into his cock. 

Your mouth slackens into an O shape as the head of his cock presses deep within you. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” you repeat as you bounce. Your pleasure is all that you can think about at that moment. At a particularly harsh snap of Eddie’s hips, you hurl forward, catching yourself on the mattress with your hands. The angle has him hitting just right and a guttural moan spews past your lips. “Eddie!”

“That’s right Sweet girl,” he praises. “Feel so good around me, just love when this sweet pussy squeezes me. S’my sweet pussy isn't it baby? All fuckin’ mine.” He grunts, hips pistoning upwards faster. 

“All yours Eddie! Fuck- my pussy’s all yours!” You cry.

“Yeah? That why you had to mark it with my name? Wear those slutty panties so everyone would know whose fuckin’ pussy this is?” He stopped his thrusts and before you knew it you were lying face first on the mattress and Eddie was shoving his thick cock back into you, pounding into you even harder. 

Short grunts and gasps for breath could be heard as he fucked you mercilessly into the bed. His fingers held your hips steady, fingers tangled in the lace of your thong. 

“Gonna cum inside. Get you nice and round with my baby. Then there won't be any question of who you belong to.” 

His words have you shuddering. Your body begins to tense as you feel yourself starting to come undone. “Yes!” you scream in answer, wanting nothing more than for you to belong to him and him to you. “Yes, yes! Fuck a baby into me, Eddie!” 

One hand lets go of your hips and grabs the hair at the base of your scalp. You mewl as he pulls taut, guiding your body up and flush with his own. His lips kiss messily over your neck and shoulder. You turn your head and he connects his lips with yours. It's sloppy, a mix of spit and gnashing teeth. 

“Oh fuck! Ed- Eddie I’m… fuck I’m gonna cum.” 

“Mmm. Cum on my fuckin’ cock baby, show me how only I can make you feel.” His thrusts pick up to a speed you didn't think was imaginable. 

Tears are flowing down your face as his grip on your hips tightens. You can’t take it anymore and with a cry of pleasure, you cum, your body trembling as he follows close behind. 

He lets you fall back to the bed, falling to the side to catch a well-needed breath. 

“Should wear my name more often.” Eddie gives a breathy laugh. 

You eye him, watching as the hand he has laid over his stomach rises with his breathing. “I make a note of that.”

I didn't even think of those scenes like that

The anatomy of interrogation

There are two torture scenes in The Force Awakens. Both involve Kylo Ren and a gurney, and those are pretty much the only features they have in common. While I don’t presume to know the filmmakers’ minds, I would be very, very surprised if the scenes weren’t deliberately staged so as to form a contrast with each other.

To briefly set the scene, Kylo is summoned to interrogate Poe after the normal ‘lines of enquiry’ fail. Kylo addresses Poe with sardonic humour, asking Poe if he is “comfortable” before proceeding to put him through agony by forcibly invading his mind to extract the information he needs. Kylo is ruthless and efficient, getting straight to the task after briefly indulging his ego with some comments intended to mock Poe and his captive state. This is a standard scene of cold, villainous efficiency that you could find in almost any film of this type.

The situation with Rey is played entirely differently, and is - suffice to say - infinitely more interesting. Kylo is crouched before her when she wakes up, having seemingly remained with her, watching her, after taking her captive on Takadona. When Rey asks where she is, Kylo replies “you’re my guest” - there is no trace of his former dark humour here, since he genuinely seems to mean it. He removes his mask when Rey expresses fear at being “hunted by a creature in a mask”, and gets close to her, coming close to touching her face. Instead of immediately focusing on the information he needs, he is drawn to Rey’s emotions - he comments on her loneliness, her hope that Han Solo will become the father she never had. He identifies with her feelings, and generally seems distracted and unfocused. The interrogation ends with Rey turning the tables, penetrating Kylo’s mind as he had vainly attempted to penetrate hers. He flees to Snoke in a state of abject shock.

In short, whereas the Kylo who interrogates Poe is firmly in command and entirely focused on his goal, the Kylo who interrogates Rey is a complete mess. In his own twisted way, he shows compassion for her - he wants her to be comfortable with his presence, so removes his mask; he wants her to share her memories and emotions with him, so tells her not to be afraid; he wants to spare her the hurt he believes his father will cause, so tells her Han Solo would prove disappointing. While his goal is nominally to extract the map to Luke Skywalker from Rey’s memories, he seems to forget that that is his purpose as soon as he gets close to her - instead, he is self-indulgent, greedily grasping at the first memories, hopes and feelings he finds upon entering Rey’s head. His behaviour, then, has little to do with his official role as enforcer and interrogator for the First Order. It’s the behaviour of a man with private concerns and obsessions, a man who forgets himself when faced with the inner thoughts and feelings of a simple peasant girl.

Kylo’s behaviour is difficult to interpret or write about because it is riddled with contradictions: Kylo demonstrates both an abundance of empathy and almost no empathy at all. While he attempts to share in Rey’s feelings as he discovers them, he pays almost no attention to the fact that tears are streaming down her face. While he can draw out memories and emotions from her, he seems incapable of responding to them in a truly sympathetic way. He filters Rey’s emotions and experiences through his own - her friends are dismissed as unworthy because that is how he perceives them, her affection for Han is denied and discounted because of his own hurt, her feeling the Force becomes his own experience. He is supremely selfish, concerned with gratifying his own curiosity, vanity and fascination at the expense of Rey’s selfhood. 

And that’s why her booting him out, sending him running to his master with his figurative tail between his legs, is so delightfully satisfying.