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gonzo-rella · 3 months ago

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Terrorform | Arnold Rimmer

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Note: A lot of this fic borrows dialogue from a scene from the episode Terrorform, though I have added plenty of my own writing- as you will undoubtedly will be able to tell- to the scene as well. Regardless, credit to Rob Grant and Doug Naylor.

Relationship(s): Arnold Rimmer x gn!reader (romantic)

Summary: In order to escape from the psimoon that has been shaped by Rimmer's self-hating psyche, the rest of the Red Dwarf crew must make him feel better about himself. Lister, Kryten and Cat must pretend to like Rimmer, but you don't have to pretend.

Warnings: None! (Let me know if I need to add any)

Word count: 3.1k

(A/N: I started watching Red Dwarf less than a month ago. In this short space of time, Arnold Rimmer has become one of my top 10 favourite characters of all-time, and the show is already amongst my all-time favourites. This isn't the first Rimmer fic I started working on- the one I've posted a fair bit about- but after watching the episode 'Terrorform' I fell in love with this idea to the point that I never lost motivation for working on it. The only thing that slowed progress on it is that I've been working a lot in the past week so my time and energy has been limited. Given those factors, I'm proud of myself for getting what I think is a high-quality fic done in an uncharacteristically short space of time- just a week. For reference, the past couple of fics I've posted took me a year to get around to finishing. Anyway, this certainly won't be my last Rimmer fic. I've got three more in the works, one of which is a sequel to this one. I'm always nervous when writing for a fandom for the first time, so please let me know what you think! Even if no one ends up liking this fic or me, I'm looking forward to contributing to this fandom via reader-insert fics and I hope that my presence in this fandom and what I write for it is at the very least tolerable.)

You knitted your brows as Kryten steered you, Lister and Cat into the cockpit, leaving Rimmer alone. The door behind you slid shut, and the four of you stood, practically huddled, in front of it.

“I think I have it,” the mechanoid announced. “The real enemy is not out there. It is in Starbug with us. The real enemy is inside Mr. Rimmer's head.”

“Nice plan. So we remove his head and everything's cool, right?”

You rolled your eyes at Cat’s suggestion, which was ignored by Lister.

“No, wait a minute. That's gone right up my flagpole, that has, Kryten. I'm saluting that one.”

Cat’s face screwed up in confusion.

“What?”

“When we first drove back the beast in the cavern, it wasn't the bazookoid fire that forced him into the pit. It was when you-” Lister gestured to Kryten. “told Rimmer we wouldn't desert him.”

“Precisely,” Kryten agreed.

This whole day had already made you feel awful for Rimmer- knowing you were inside a manifestation of his mind that displayed his many points of insecurity- but Lister’s observation made it really dawn on you. When Kryten had berated Rimmer just a minute ago, calling him a ‘glob of tuberculotic sputum’ and a ‘cruddy little scud ball with all the innate lovability of an itchy verruca’, Starbug had shuddered, as though it was caught in some kind of reaction to the insults. Even when Kryten had excluded Rimmer from this group meeting, the ship had jittered. You bit your bottom lip at the implication that Rimmer really did feel every little jibe sent his way, that he noticed every moment where he wasn’t included, and the rare occasion when he was. Of course, before this whole psimoon disaster, you already knew that Rimmer deeply hated himself, but seeing it like this- experiencing it in real-time- was heartbreaking.

“So,” Lister went on. “If we can make Rimmer feel wanted, feel cared about-”

“If we can make him feel good about himself, somehow restore his self-esteem and his pride, that would automatically vanquish the self-loathing beast, or at least debilitate it long enough for us to break free of this quicksand and get off this God-forsaken psimoon.”

“How do we make him feel good?” Cat asked. “What is there about him to feel good about?”

“We've got to tell him we love him.”

Lister’s revelation caused a pit to form in your stomach, one large enough for Starbug to sink in. Thankfully, no one had picked up on your silence, nor the poorly disguised dread etched into your features. Cat wasn’t married to this idea either, but for a completely different reason to you.

“Argh, you're sick! I want no part in this depravity!”

“And, he must not suspect we are insincere,” Kryten warned. “Our lives depend on it. Ready?”

“I'll never be ready.”

With that, the door opened to reveal the pitiful image of Rimmer hunched over on a crate. You, Kryten, Cat and Lister awkwardly stepped out of the cockpit.

You didn’t want to offer Rimmer lukewarm platitudes that would give him enough of a temporary ego boost to let Starbug escape. It seemed cruel and manipulative, as though you didn’t actually care about the irreparable self-loathing that was causing the ship to sink. But, equally, the atmosphere in Starbug was too high-pressure for you to trust that you wouldn’t let all of your true feelings about him gracelessly bubble to the surface. Not only would you humiliate yourself but you would waste valuable time. You were panicked enough as it was by the prospect of potentially being dead in mere minutes, and adding the risk of confessing your genuine feelings to Rimmer in front of your friends only doubled the overwhelming stress that would make it near-impossible for you to construct a sentence that would be useful in the situation. So, the plan- as far as you were concerned- was to stay silent and let Lister and Kryten do the talking. After all, Lister had a knack for it, and Kryten was getting better at it with each passing day.

You could have a sincere chat with Rimmer about his inner turmoil later on, when you didn’t have a ten minute time limit and this many lives at stake. It would take longer than the ten minutes you had at your disposal to tackle his decades-worth of self-hatred in any meaningful way- you knew that. To your chagrin, you had to accept that the focus in this narrow window of time- which was quickly shutting- was to escape, and that Lister, Kryten and Cat would have to embellish their affection for Rimmer to achieve that end. It’s not like Rimmer did himself any favours with how he conducted himself. No one had to mean what they said; they just had to convince him that they meant it. This was slapping a plaster on a festering gunshot wound. You had to push aside how saddened you were by the fact that their false affirmations would mean so much to Rimmer. At the end of the day, your lives were more important than his feelings.

Lister, as you had expected, was the first to speak. Rimmer turned his head to look at the four of you.

“Listen, we've been talking and the four of us have decided to stay with you and face the danger. All for one and that, you know?”

Rimmer seemed surprised.

“Really?”

You braced yourself as Kryten went to speak.

“Sir, I'd just like to take this opportunity to say that you are a very beautiful person.”

Rimmer, understandably, appeared caught off guard by Kryten’s statement. Lister swooped back in.

“What he means is that we're all facing certain death here and I think it's about time we let each other know exactly how we feel about each other.”

You scratched your neck, a deep sense of discomfort settling in your gut. The idea of telling Rimmer how you felt about him made death seem the more appealing fate. Rimmer looked between you all incredulously. He didn’t seem suspicious of Lister and Kryten, but nevertheless he seemed unsettled by the uncharacteristic warmth he was being met with.

“You think that's a good idea?”

As Kryten and Lister took a seat either side of Rimmer, you took Cat’s lead- for once in your life- and hung back. Seeing as Lister and Kryten had this under control, there wasn’t any need for you to chime in. Thank God.

“It’s just that guys generally aren't terrific at... you know…” Lister began.

“Expressing their feelings,” Kryten cut in.

“Yeah. They kid around and insult each other and stuff,” Lister continued. “And what they really mean is... Well, they can't tell you the stuff they really mean.”

“What are you trying to tell me?” Rimmer said.

“I’m just trying to say that whatever happens here, I want you to know I really care about you.”

You thought what he’d said was nice enough and, most importantly, convincing. However, it seemed a tad much when he placed his hand on Rimmer’s knee. Rimmer looked down at Lister’s hand with surprise and confusion.

“We all do, sir,” Kryten added.

Kryten rested his hand on Rimmer’s other knee, and this time Kryten was met with a look of mild disgust. You pinched the bridge of your nose, thinking they had blown this by going overboard. But, to your surprise, Rimmer didn't protest. If anything, you took his silence to mean he was touched- literally and figuratively- by the gesture. Gestures. You breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

“It's true,” Cat said finally. “They really do care about you.”

Rimmer looked at Lister.

“Only this morning you referred to me as a cancerous polyp on the anus of humanity.”

“In an affectionate way. In a kidding around, joking, friendly, affectionate way.”

Now it was Kryten’s turn to save the day.

“Sir, what he's trying to say is that we may never get another opportunity to articulate our feelings and I, for one, would just like to take this opportunity to say that you're a splendid man, and a much respected colleague, and a- gosh darn it- damn good friend.”

He punctuated the sentence by lightly punching Rimmer in the arm. Rimmer, whose face had scrunched up in confusion and disbelief once again, flinched at the contact.

“We're getting some lift,” Holly interrupted.

Rimmer rose to his feet, stepping away from Lister and Kryten. He was now dangerously close to you. As discreetly as possible, you took a step back.

“Wait a minute. I know why you're doing this.”

“Going down,” Holly said, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

“You're trying to make me feel guilty, aren't you? It's a transparent attempt to shame me into doing the honourable thing.”

Lister and Kryten protested in unison.

“Well, why is it then?”

Lister looked at Rimmer, and in doing so he finally noticed you standing off to the side, trying your hardest to remain unseen. You had been mindlessly rubbing your forehead with your index finger in an effort to hide your face, as though that would disguise your presence and the fact that you had contributed nothing to this whole endeavour. It was expected of Cat, but not of you. For one, you actually seemed to like Rimmer. At the very least, you didn’t dislike him as much as the rest of them. Lister shot you a pleading, unimpressed look. It caught Rimmer’s attention, and he glanced between you and Lister with a puzzled expression. Cat and Kryten were both looking at you now, too. At this point, you wouldn’t have minded sinking in the swamp. It might have been a nicer alternative, really. But, Rimmer’s gaze finally settled on you, like the rest of the crew, only his was marginally softer because he wasn’t screaming at you with his eyes like they were. It meant you had to speak. Your lives depended on it.

“I- uh…” you stammered out, heat rising to your cheeks.

So much for speaking. Maintaining eye contact with Rimmer in that moment was like having a staring contest with the sun.

“Go on,” Lister prompted. You could tell he was tense no matter how he tried to play it off. “You can say what you want. There’s no judgement here. We’re all just… being honest.”

You didn’t know quite what Lister expected you to say. You doubted he knew how you felt about Rimmer- not the full extent of it anyway. He’d have relentlessly teased you about it by now. Unfortunately, you weren’t a skilled liar or talker like him, even without the pressure you were under. So, it was tricky coming up with something that wasn’t along the lines of ‘I’m madly in love with you’ but sufficient in offering him that short-term validation that he needed- that you all needed in order to escape.

“Well, um…”

Lister looked about ready to burst, whilst you looked like you were going to be sick. He made a gesture of frustration with his hands. You just had to say something. Anything would do. So, slightly panicked and entirely clueless on how to be as direct as Lister and Kryten without making a fool of yourself, you settled on blurting out the first thing you could think of- the thing that made you realise just how attracted you were to Rimmer in the first place. It was something you hoped would give him enough validation to get you all out of here, and seeing as it was sincere you hoped he would believe it. Just, you couldn’t keep looking him in the eye if you were going to say it.

“You know, back when we had that Pleasure GELF on the ship, when I looked at her, I saw… you.”

Rimmer’s brows furrowed.

“What?”

“You were what I saw, when I saw the Pleasure GELF.”

“Really? But, that would mean… And, you said you saw-”

“Well, you didn’t see me when you looked at her and I didn’t understand why I saw you, so I thought it’d be for the best if I lied and ignored it. But, since we’ll probably die within the next ten minutes anyway, you might as well know. You deserve to die… again… knowing you’re not some loathsome, repulsive, utterly unlovable blister on the heel of humanity, or whatever Kryten said earlier.”

Rimmer was quiet for a moment before speaking again.

“I believe his exact words were-”

The ship rattled, interrupting him. You grabbed onto his arms to steady yourself. It took a few seconds for you to register that you were holding him, touching him, something you’d never thought you’d be able to do given he’d been a hologram the entire time you’d known him. You looked into his eyes, his thoughts unreadable. Conversely, it seemed obvious that you were cherishing the feeling of his solid form beneath your touch. On instinct, your gaze flickered down to his lips. It gave you an idea, one you thought through for all of two seconds.

“Can I kiss you?” you asked.

You weren’t quite sure why you had asked him that, hence the mortification that soon took over your features. Part of you was keen to justify it as a tactical move. Lister had said to make Rimmer feel wanted, and letting him know that you wanted to kiss him seemed like a surefire way to do that. He seemingly hadn’t believed the GELF anecdote, not fully, so maybe this would be enough to convince him that you weren’t lying about it- that you wanted him.

But, who were you kidding?

Lister, Kryten and Cat exchanged wide-eyed stares. They also seemed to question why on earth you had asked him to kiss you. Lister was beginning to regret calling on you to say anything. Rimmer merely shook his head, having not yet processed what you had said.

“No, I don’t think he said-”

At last, it dawned on him. His face flushed. Your cheeks were so hot that it almost hurt, as though the humiliation of asking Rimmer to kiss you wasn’t bad enough. Realising you were still clinging to him, you let go of him, not wanting to make this any more uncomfortable than it already was.

“Hang on. You… you want to kiss me?”

“Yeah. With you being a hologram and me not being one, and us maybe being about to die, this might be the only chance I’ll get. So, can I kiss you, Arnie?”

You weren’t expecting him to grant your request, as much as you hoped he would.

“I-I don’t see why not.”

He didn’t seem enthusiastic. Perhaps he was caught off guard by the question, but you decided instinctively that he didn’t want to kiss you. At least when you replayed this memory in your head over and over before going to sleep, you could tell yourself you were doing it to boost Rimmer’s self-esteem.

“You don’t have to. I just thought I’d ask-”

“You can kiss me.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel like-”

“Yes- I’m sure.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. This was really going to happen- the moment you had daydreamed about, a fantasy you had practically tortured yourself with. You nodded.

“Right. Alright.”

You stepped closer to him, so that there wasn’t much of a gap between you at all. You wouldn’t have been surprised if you were close enough that he could feel your heart beating, rapid and pounding as though it was trying to break free from your chest and touch him for itself. A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Taking in a deep, trembling breath, you cupped his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. It took a few seconds before he decided what to do with his hands. He settled on resting them on your waist, which he lightly squeezed. You moved your lips against his almost hungrily, and Rimmer couldn’t help but do the same.

The fervour with which you kissed him baffled your crewmates, who were torn between their morbid curiosity and their disgust at seeing Rimmer kissing someone. They winced and cringed and wondered why you had gone this far. Hugging him probably would have sufficed. And, to think you had considered it overkill for Lister and Kryten to hold his knees like that.

“Going up,” Holly announced, surprised.

Her voice startled you into pausing, but neither of you completely pulled away. Within milliseconds, you resumed. You slipped a hand onto the back of Rimmer’s head, combing your fingers through his hair. He decided to place his hands on your cheeks, running his thumbs back and forth against your cheekbones in a slow, gentle motion, as though he was relishing the feel of your skin beneath his fingertips. He had a similar impulse to you and raked his fingers through your hair. His grip on you was tight yet not too rough.

Lister, Kryten and Cat continued to stand around awkwardly and impatiently. As grateful as they were that you had managed to help the situation, now they were the ones who, on some level, wished that the ship would just sink to put an end to… this.

When you finally pulled away, you held his face in your hands and gazed into his wide eyes. He was still clinging to you, holding onto you as if for dear life. You offered him a smile, one he was too dazed to return.

The moment was interrupted by Holly yet again.

“Quick, get into the cockpit,” she urged. “There's something very strange happening out there.”

You patted his shoulder and followed the others into the cockpit. Before you knew it, you were able to take off. Relief settled over everyone; you assumed Lister, Kryten and Cat were as glad to be alive as they were that they wouldn’t have to pretend to like Rimmer anymore. And, of course, they were delighted that the pair of you had stopped kissing, even if the image- in all of its horrifying glory- had been burned into their retinas.

“So, was all of that just a means of escaping?” Rimmer said, his tone indicating a level of confidence and contentment. You assumed that it came from the fact that he must have been at least semi-convinced by everyone’s efforts, particularly yours. “You didn’t really mean any of it, did you?”

The question was for everyone, but his gaze lingered on you. Lister, Kryten and Cat exchanged a glance.

“No,” they agreed in unison.

Rimmer appeared indignant. After a moment of deliberation, you spoke.

“Well, I think you’re alright… Rimmer.”

Lister grinned.

“We all know what you think.”

#arnold rimmer x reader #arnold rimmer #arnold rimmer x gn!reader #arnold rimmer x gender neutral!reader #arnold rimmer x gn reader #arnold rimmer x gender neutral reader #red dwarf x reader #red dwarf #x reader #x gn!reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral!reader #x gender neutral reader #reader insert #gn!reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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angels-read-fanfiction-too · 7 months ago

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Fanfiction Rules Time!!!

Please specify headcannons, drabble or story!

who i will write for (platonic or romantic)!!

Percy jackson and Heroes of Olympus (including octavian for those who likes freakazoids)

Harry potter (NO DRACO he makes me angry)

Homestuck! (only beta kids and beta trolls sorry i'm only on page almost 4000)

Garfield (Literally only john cuz i want him)

Ouran Highschool host club (no honey senpai unless platonic cuz that kinda freaky in the bad way)

Obey me (including side characters)

Mystic messenger

red dwarf

black books

Eltingville club

IT (2017) but only platonic cuz i'm too old for them :P sibling stuff would be cool!

Rtc post and pre accident!

(will update if i get into more fandoms!)

What i won't write!!

nsfw (my sister reads this blog and im catholic) but will do making out and stuff like that :P

anything with draco (i hate him SOOO much)

character x character sorry but i'm a chronic self shipper

any kind of intense violence or intense angst! only small amounts followed by fluff because i like my fanfiction happy.

Will probably write a lot!!

sick fics cuz they're some of my favourites

Homestuck!!! cuz i'm super focused on it right now lol

established relationship

dorky or like loser readers (sorry for the people who like the popular reader x unpopular character but i can't relate)

lots and lots and lots of cute fluffy stuff

i'm CRINGE! so just be aware of that

Requests are very happily open!!!

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gothghostiie · 7 months ago

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okok lmk if this is too much but

i think price would like being rimmed 🔥

sweetheart how long have you been on this account /lh

anyway, I agree with my whole heart and here's the rimming price drabble I wrote a while ago

also taglist since it does lead to a drabble:

@maplewhisk

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mx-piggy · 3 months ago

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red dwarf nation i am in dire need of rimmer x reader fics that have a gender neutral or male reader. i've been too scared to look out of fear that all that i'll find is fem!reader stuff (which is a no-go for me because the dysphoria is really hitting at the moment). maybe i will write a self-indulgent gender dysphoria fic if you guys promise not to be bothered by the fact i'd be writing as someone who is only on season 4.

#red dwarf #arnold rimmer #x reader

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d1sc0s8n · 1 year ago

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Kawaii!Rimmer that no one asked for? Sure why not. Made this for fun, feel free to use as an icon, just credit me for the edit, pls!

#arnold rimmer #red dwarf #red dwarf rimmer #arnold rimmer x reader #it is me #I am the one who asked for this #I am a simp for this man #sanrio edit

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sochawrites · 2 years ago

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Can you please do an rimmer x fem reader fluff or the episode the gun men of the apocalypse where reader and rimmer are dating.

Sure I can! And why not kind of both?

I am so, so, so sorry it took me so long to write this, it has been a very weird year and I just could not manage to put aside some time to write. I can't promise 2024 will be better, but we all can hope, no?

I hope this is at least a bit satisfactory to you, dear anon, or any of you souls, still lurking around looking for some RD content.

What do you guys say on the news about Red Dwarf: Titan? I was there when they screened the teaser trailer, if one would call it that, and honestly? I'm pretty excited!

Also happy Holidays!

Adrenaline

Arnold Rimmer x Fem!reader

None of you could help but cheer as Starbug flew away from the burning moon, escaping certain doom once again. You were slowly getting used to these situations, but near-death experiences are still near-death experiences and while you tried to focus your mind on the fact that you were alive, your body and nerves were of a different idea.

You were shaking in your seat, gripping the handles and hardly holding back the maniacal laughter of survival. You had enough adrenaline for today, it would probably be better for you to go and calm down, maybe even lay down before you start to crash.

Pulling yourself up on your shaky knees, you excused yourself and stumbled to your room, almost falling on the way out of the control room. Fortunately out of the sight of others, or so you thought. You slowly made your way up the stairs to the sleeping quarters, painfully unaware of the pair of concerned eyes watching you.

Deciding the bed would be the best place to crash onto, you crashed into a much more closer chair, back turned to the door and closed your eyes shut. You were breathing heavily and the sound of the ship was being drowned out by the buzz and thuds in your ears.

A knock caught your attention, albeit barely. "Permission to enter?", you hummed in response, knowing fully well your hologram boyfriend would not take no for an answer and not having enough strength to speak. There was a pause before Rimmer went into the room, but as soon as he did, he cautiously made his way towards you. You could only imagine him looming over you as he tapped on your shoulder.

"I brought you some water," Rimmer announced to you nonchalantly, leaving the glass beside you. You thanked him as you reached for the liquid with both of your shaking hands, but you were positive he barely heard you.

"That was quite a ride, wasn't it? The adrenaline, the thrill!" Rimmer walked around as if giving you an inspirational speech, "Although I have a feeling that for some, it may have been a bit too much, wouldn't you say so, my dear Y/N?". He turned to you with the last sentence, a playful smirk on his lip, but sympathy in his eyes.

You just threw him a look, not amused by his remark, "Yeah, well, not everyone can be as brave as the great Dan McGrew, right, Arn?".

He pouted, "Auch", and knelt down in front of you, reaching his palm to your cheeks, gently caressing. It was always a weird sensation to touch light, soft or hard, not really cold, not really warm. Leaning into his touch, you planted a kiss on his hand, a small smile tugging at the lips of both of you. "You're going to get used to all of this, eventually." Rimmer tried to reassure you, but you just shook your head.

"'Eventualy' isn't soon enough, starlight." the hologram traped your hand in his, squeezing. "It never is, but you'll be fine, I know it.".

You reached your still trembling hand to the one cradling your face, feeling the threat of tears from the stress and weariness. "How?" you whispered, "How are you so sure about this?".

"Love, have you ever seen yourself when we face the unknown? You always keep such a stone-cold face, looking so brave, so fearless! Adrenaline is a powerful muse, the tremble and tears, it's not you, it's just your body, nothing more." Rimmer was now cradling your face in both of his hands, semi-standing, looking directly into your eyes.

"It's only a matter of time until you get used to the rush and once you do…" he paused, maybe because he was searching for words, or maybe just to make his encouragement more meaningful, "You'll be braver than anyone we know."

You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around the holographic body, "Even more than Ace?". You felt him hugging you tightly "Even more than him.".

#arnold rimmer #arnold rimmer x reader #arnold j rimmer #red dwarf #red dwarf x reader #reader insert #female reader #fem reader #request #anon request #really sorry for the almost a year long wait

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1llusionmachine · 1 year ago

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i love reading x reader fanfiction but i just cannot bring myself to write it

#so many ideas about rimmer and/or river in my head but im too much of a coward to use the word 'you' lest i cringe myself to death xoxo #btw this is not h8 to x reader writers out there ILYSM #i just cant do it #(maybe bc they are too personal)

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lostintime73 · 6 hours ago

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Please please please can we have some red dwarf stuff 🙏🙏 Just anything rimmer x lister or rimmer x reader pretty please (reader can be gn or male) Thanks 🙏

I love this energy! This is also exactly what I wanted to write when I posted about taking requests. I hope this is okay!!

I apologise it's only short but I wanted to give a taster of my style.

FANDOM= Red Dwarf

PAIRING= (Pre-accident) Arnold Rimmer x Reader

TYPE= fluff

WORD COUNT= 998

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Arnold J Rimmer, once again, woke up slumped over his desk to the sound of knocking. Regardless of how many times he faced the consequences, he never seemed to learn. For such a military man, he was awfully unorganised sometimes. Slowly, he lifted his head, which seemed heavier than it should have been. It seemed that during the night, multiple sticky notes and revision notes had become plastered to his face. He peeled each one off with a sigh. Glancing over them, it was clear that he had already forgotten what half of it meant. He might as well have written them in Greek.

The knocking came again, gentle and polite. He had forgotten about the knocking.

"Go answer the smegging door, Rimmer!" A groggy voice spoke out from under a pile of blankets in Lister's bunk.

Of course, Arnold had to answer the door. Arnold had to do everything around here. He was expected to clean up, wash up and manage Z-shift. All while his own dreams of becoming an officer were pushed to one side like he was some sort of tradwife. No wonder he kept failing his exams! God, he must have been tired. He always got like this when he was grumpy. Alas, Rimmer stretched his arms, rolled his shoulders back and went to answer the door.

When he saw who it was, all the negativity seemed to leave his body.

"Y/n?" There they stood in their officers' uniform. Hair messy, tie crooked and top button undone. They had a look about them like they were ready for anything, even though it was barely eight in the morning. They smiled, a sight for Arnold's sore eyes.

"Don't act like you weren't expecting me." They giggled, and the all-too-familiar butterflies returned to Rimmer's stomach. That's when they held up three small food containers Arnold hadn't even noticed they were carrying. "I brought breakfast, I was worried you might forget otherwise."

It would be reasonable to say that no one had ever treated Arnold J Rimmer this way before. However, Y/n had always acted like Rimmer was their equal. Unlike all the other stuck-up, trust fund baby, Gap Yah officers, Y/n had never looked down their nose at him. From the very first time that they met on the cramped corridors of Red Dwarf, they had promised to take Rimmer’s valuable list of contributions and complaints into consideration. Not once had they laughed or taken the piss. Y/n had listened, and from then on, they were always happy to see him. Never once did they attempt to run or hide from him as other officers had previously done. If anything, they actively sort him out in order to check on him. He felt honoured Y/n even knew his name. They were living proof that someone out there in the cold, dark universe liked Arnold J Rimmer.

The attention still made Arnold blush, even three years into their relationship.

"So are you going to let me in or are you just going to stand in the doorway, Gandolf?" Before Rimmer could respond, Y/n had already pushed past him in a playful manner. “Gosh, it’s always so cosy in here.” They joked as they beelined to the small table to place two of the three boxes. The third he carried over to the bunk beds.

Climbing the first two steps, they leant towards the pile of blankets and spoke. "Morning, Lister, I brought you some warm vindaloo." A hand emerged from under the pile and took the box with a muffled 'cheers, mate'.

Back on the ground, they stood for a moment in the middle of the room and looked around. His eyes snagged on the desk. "Oh, Arnie, you haven't been studying too hard again, have you?"

Rimmer, who was still standing by a now closed door, could merely shrug. Lingering sleep had really slowed down his brain function.

Y/n's smile never faltered, although Rimmer assumed that they were likely disappointed. However, instead of complaining, they picked up the other two food containers and took a seat on Rimmer's unsurprisingly uncomfortable bed.

"Come sit down, dear. You look exhausted." Arnold could think of nothing better. Their voice was so soft. In a few short strides, he was at the bunks and sat by Y/n's side.

He allowed his head to drop onto their shoulder. At the beginning of their relationship, neither of them would have expected Arnold to initiate such casual physical touch. Now they wished these moments would last forever. Rimmer felt Y/n place a sweet kiss on his head, and he looked up.

"You missed." He stated, trying to crack a smile.

Y/n simply rolled their eyes, "Don't be so soppy. Look, your breakfast is going to get cold. I never know what to get you, so I picked out a variety of Danishes."

They pushed one of the containers into Arnold's lap. Unsure, he opened the lid, and the smell that escaped was heavenly. He did not hesitate to pick one and take his first bite. Maybe sugar-filled pastries weren't the best choice for everyday breakfast, but they were the exact sort of pick-me-up Arnold had been denying himself for months.

He looked up at Y/n again, a surprisingly goofy grin spread across his face. Y/n had already started on their breakfast, but that did not stop Arnold from stealing a kiss.

"What was that for?" They asked.

"Thank you." Arnold never said thank you to anyone else. Y/n knew this.

"Just promise me you will be a bit easier on yourself? You don't deserve to suffer just because of some stupid exam."

"I promise"

After that, they say in silence. Quietly, they finished off their Danish pastries whilst remaining close. They both knew that Arnold would break that promise; he did every week. But Y/n would be there, ready to send him back to bed or provide him with love.

I hope this has been good, feel free to send more requests!!

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yamysunmoon · 2 months ago

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Give it to me

Pairing: jenna ortega x fem!reader

Summary: Jenna has a secret desire she's never told anyone. She knows it's not that big of a deal, but still scares and fascinates her by equal parts. She'd only trust her deepest wish to you, her dom, of course.

Word count: 9.1k

Warnings: dom!reader, sub!jenna, use of a plug, strap-on!reader, rimmering, masturbation, ass fingering, oral (J receiving), spitting, sextape, rough(?) sex, referring to the strap as "cock", begging, praise, overstimulation (a lot), both J's and R's first time doing anal.

Part 2- "Gentle"

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts since January. It's finally yours <3

MASTERLIST

The gentle sunlight of a new day slips through the cortains of Jenna's bedroom, making you blink and stir in her arms.

Fluttering your eyes open, you find Jenna's peaceful asleep expression in front of you. One of her arms is drapped across your waist and she's using the other as a pillow, cupping her neck.

She looks so serene like this, when the stress of her busy life isn't bothering her. Yesterday was her last day on set for the next three days, and she invited you over and asked you to spend this days off work with her.

You smile, remembering her flirty yet shy voice over the phone when she gave you the news, dropping in the information as if you were supposed to suggest the three days date instead of her.

You graze the side of her face with the back of your fingers, her eyes flutter and squeeze as soon as your touch is on her.

She opens her eyes, offering you a drowsy, glassy gaze. "Hi" she murmurs with that husky, sleepy voice.

You smile sideways. "Morning..." you lean in to kiss her forehead. "Slept well?" you look down at her as you ask, leaning back, and she stares back at you, her look thoughtful.

"I want to tell you something" she announces softly, withdrawing her arm from your wais and sitting up.

You frown, worried by her tone and shift in her demeanor. "What is it?" you sit up too, putting your hands on your thighs as you cross your legs and settle in front of her. You slide one hand closer to her, but then you stop yourself, hesitant.

She notices the doubt in your moves, and smiles sheepishly. "Oh don't worry, it's nothing bad. I'm just a bit nervous" she explains, reaching out to hold your hand.

She holds it with both hands, fondling the back with one hand and the palm with the other. Her fingers grazing yours, intertwining with them and caressing you so tenderly immediately calms you down.

"Okay" you whisper. You clean your throat, realizing how nervous you've got all of a sudden. "Just say it, love."

She takes a deep breath in, steeling her nerves. She looks down at your hands together as she speaks, "Lately I've been thinking a lot about something."

You tilt your head down slightly, looking at her intently even if she's not looking at you. "About what?"

You witness her cheeks flush a pale pink. "About... A fantasy of mine" she offers, warily. She glances up very briefly, her cheeks go a little darker when her eyes meet yours.

You scoot up your eyebrows in amused surprise. You were taking the situation in a very different way. "Oh" you let out, still very much oblivious to say something else, "well, what's it about?"

She ducks her head, her bangs hiding her eyes. You wait patiently, but she stays silent for some long seconds, playing with your hand between hers. You decide to give her some reassurance.

"You know I'm not gonna judge you, right?" you pause, gauging her reaction. She doesn't move much, but you know she's listening.

"We've done some pretty freaky stuff already, and I absolutely love to try new things with you. I think it helps us bound more, and it's definitely fun and hot as fuck. You don't have to worry."

You pause again and bend forward a little. Your hand was meek between hers, but now you move it a bit to caress her forearm.

She sighs and whimpers quietly, her shoulders scoot up a bit when she inhales deeply. "Okay" she breathes out, emptying her lungs.

She finally looks at you and you offer a soft, encouraging gaze. "There goes nothing, then" she murmurs and then winces, immediately regretting her words.

You smile gently and nod, supportive. She tries to keep eye contact, but her gaze ends up drifting nervously between your eyes and the features of your face as she explains.

"I've been... Picturing you— inside me."

You tilt your head, curious. "Okay...?"

"But not where you usually... Are."

She looks at you intently, hoping you get the hint.

Understanding dawns on your face, but your eyes narrow with suspicion and you smile mischievously.

"What do you mean?"

She observes you, then realizes you're just playing. She blushes violently now and looks away. "Don't" she grumbles, flush spreading down her neck and up to her ears.

Her adorable reaction makes you chuckle lightly. "Oh, come on" you tease, "all this mystery and you can't at least say it?"

She pouts, stubborn. You scoot closer to her, your knees graze and your voice comes out softer now. "We can't even attempt to do it if we can't talk about it openly."

Her pout deepens for a moment, but then her expression relaxes as your words sink in. She sighs once again, knowing you're right.

"Okay" she concedes, looking at you. Her eyebrows were still frowned, but your gentle body language and attentive attitude move her.

"Okay" she repeats, lighter. "I'd like us to try pegging."

You smirk, satisfied. "I thought it was called that way only when a woman does it to a man."

"Oh, shut up" she rolls her eyes and waves her hand, but you both chuckle a little, the goofy joke easing the atmosphere.

She taps at your thighs, scooting closer and looking down at your lap. "Okay, so..."

You engage in a playful yet honest conversation about how you'd approach this fantasy of hers. She explains how she's pictured it and her concerns about it, given its fame of being painful and uncomfortable.

You soothe her, pretty confident about it all because of the endless conversations you've had in this regard with your male gay friends, who have given you plenty information about it.

You suggest a specific sex toy to try on before moving to the strap.

"Plugs are small and smooth. Their characteristic shape helps accomodate to it gradually, and I've heard they bring a one-off feeling once it's inside."

Jenna takes in your words, considering your suggestion with thoughtful nods.

"OK, so... Since I have a couple days off..." her hands slide up and down your thighs as she looks at you with a glint in her eyes, much comfortable now. "What if we try it... Today?"

You smile as she leans closer, her eyes on you and her breath mingling with yours.

"That's perfect by me" you mutter.

Her lips curl up in a shy smile, and she gives you a peck. "I'm gonna make an order then. I know a very discreet sex shop that can make the deliver for us to have it in the evening." She kisses you again, making you feel a bit dizzy. "Also, I'm gonna douche as well, I don't wanna feel all self-concious mid scene" she adds in a whisper.

Her honesty makes you grin. "Whatever, okay. I don't mind that much..."

"You've said you wanna try rimmering" she interrupts you, poking your nose, "I ain't letting you do that without the douche situation happening."

You laugh out loud, your eyes crinkling at the corners, causing her to smile fondly.

"Okay, okay" you concede, blushing slightly and waving your hands in dismiss. "Deal."

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You're wearing nothing but your underwear -boxers for women- and a bra. She's wearing sport shorts and a loose shirt

The box is resting on the table in front of you two. Jenna steals glances at you, yet her eyes remain mostly fixed on the object.

"Should we open it already?" she mutters anxiously.

You look at her, exhaling air you weren't aware of holding. Emptying your lungs, you nod.

"Yeah. Let's open it."

Jenna doesn't hesitate and opens the box, revealing several plugs of different sizes and two bottles of lubricant. She opens one of them, of neutral taste and smell.

"I prefer this one" she whispers, handing it to you. Your eyes flicker between her and the bottle, realizing how breathy her voice already has become.

Jenna is so excited, with no need of you doing anything in particular.

Just the thought, the reality, of doing this with you; of finally experiencing this fantasy that's been in her head for way too long; has her bothered enough to be already trembling just at the sight of you holding that bottle.

You inspect the bottle, sniffing. You pour some of it on your index finger, then brush it against your thumb.

Distracted as you are testing the product, takes you some seconds to glance at Jenna, feeling her strong, needy stare.

When you finally look at her, you find her intense, longing stare fixed on your fingers, then snap up to your face. The sparkle in her eyes, the gleam that lights up her entire face with a hint of deep yearning, almost pulls a moan out of you.

She doesn't prevent that same reaction from happening within her, and so she does moan. A ver weak, quiet whimper reverbing against her lips, right before her jaw relaxes dropping slightly, her tongue sticking out slightly to sweep her bottom lip in a wet gesture.

The tension could be cut with a knife. She's standing there, silent, waiting for your orders in a freezed yet more than available stillness. She's waiting for the gun shot, she's expecting the signal.

You lick your lips yourself, in a deliberate way that makes her frown her eyebrows slightly, clearly doing a big effort not to complain. But she looks too adorable waiting for your instructions like this, so you decide to be benevolent and give her some sort of direction.

"Bend over, princess. Over the table."

Your voice is almost soft, almost polite. It drives her insane when you use that tone on her, as if your words were a suggestion, an idea. As if she was gonna consider not doing what you ask her to do, even for a second.

Also, the nickname gives her the mark she needed. When you call her princess, you both know it's all started. The game begins.

She obviously complies, presenting herself to you. Her hands fumble on her sides, she hesitates about where to put them. And so you give her a hint, how helpful of you.

Settling the bottle on the desk, you run your fingers along the length of her arms, finally reaching her hands. You cover the back of her hands and curl her fingers with a gentle caress, molding her body as if she was clay.

Her hands end up holding the edge of the table, over her head. This position allows her to arch her back and stretch her body, presenting herself even further.

"Hmm, that's right... You look so sexy, princess" you coo in a husky murmur as you gently grind your hips against her backside.

She stifles a high-pitched whimper, and turns her head to rest her right cheek on the table. You notice how blushed she's become, how the rosy flush is taining her cheeks.

She's nervous, you can tell. She wants it, you can also tell.

She pulls her hips back, pressing herself against you boldly. Then she nods, eyes fixed on the wall. She's too shy to glance at you for now, but her body language and head gently tilting tells you everything you need to know.

Hooking your fingers on the waistband of her shorts and panties underneath, you pull it all down.

Grazing her smooth skin on the way down, you squat between her legs, facing her ass.

She kicks off the clothes ragged on her ankles, throughing them away in a fervid movement. This makes you smirk.

Splaying out your fingers, your hands easily envelop her buttocks, You give her two playful, testing squeezes. She whines again, this time you catch her looking at you over her shoulder.

You two share a stare. Your is joyful, shinning with excitement and the unquestionable pleasure of control. Hers is pleading yet patient, the vivid image of trust.

That look in her eye is what makes you slip you digits lower, sliding between her folds to spread her already gathering wetness all over her slit.

She breaks eye contact, rolling her eyes as she turns to look to the front, but it doesn't take her long to throw her head back, blessing you with her always sultry, tempting pants.

You've decided to start by something she knows, a sensation she's used to. However, it always feels like the first time with Jenna.

Doesn't matter how many times you've masturbated her in the past months, doesn't matter how many times she's felt your fingertips circling her clit, the length of your fingers covering her slit, gently warmed by her pussy lips.

Doesn't matter to her, doesn't matter to you, because she's never failed to throw her head like that, to squirm wiggling her hips invitingly, to whisper silent pleas for more. Each and every time.

And so you get your wrist to work, touching her in that side-to-side motion that causes her arousal to soak your fingers, spreading it all over her core, keeping her nice and wet for you.

Her breath is labored as she grinds against your fingers, and you can feel her weight, her body relaxing under your touch.

Your other hand has never stopped gropping her ass, experimenting with the patterns and pressure. But then something shifts. Guessing she's ready, you use your fingers to spread her cheeks.

She inhales sharply, pausing her grinding for a moment. She squints at you, then her eyes wide as she realizes what's about to happen. You look at her intently, seeking any sign of discomfort or withdraw.

You find none.

Instead, she pushes her hips back again, then rolls forward, brushing herself against your hand bluntly.

Her cautious restlessness has always been your weak spot.

Leaning forward, you start by spreading kisses all over her buttcheeks. She whines louder, encouraging you. And so, you use your teeth.

Nipping gently, you map out her entire roundness, deliberately ignoring her hole for now.

She grasping onto the edges of the table lively, and although she doesn't complain for your languid teasing approach, her adorable whines let you know she's getting impatient.

But here's the thing, there's nothing you desire more than to push Jenna's buttons; than to drive her to a mindset where she'll do anything in exhange of the vigorous, wrecking touch she knows she can get from you.

After leaving her buttcheeks with faint reddish marks, you finally dart out your tongue.

Trailing a spiral drawing of open-mouthed kisses that gradually gets smaller, you finally reach the tight hole.

At this point she's distracted by your attention and she grinds against your hand absentmindedly. She can get like this sometimes during a scene; where her mind is focused in too many things, too many sensations, and this can lead her to feel overwhelmed and anxious at the end.

That's why you withdraw your hand in a tender, thoughtful touch.

"Thanks" she says in sotto voce, letting go a soft sigh.

Now, both of you are utterly focused in the stimulation at task.

Now that you have both of your hands at your disposal, you grab her fullness and spread her cheeks purposefully, revealing her pink tightness.

You are able to notice her pleasure dripping down her outer lips, but quickly drift your gaze to her hole. You've got other things to care about right now.

Leaning forward, you make contact with her most intimate part for the first time.

She lets out a curious noise, something between awe and doubt as you press your lips against her. But she gasps the moment your tongue makes its appearance; swirling around the area.

Reaching for the lube, you lean back slightly and pour a generous amount there, quickly being spread by your skillfull tongue.

With soft bobs of your head, you flutter your eyes shut and focus on the sensation of her cheeks against your face, your nose gently brushing her coccyx, your hands fondling her round cheeks.

She's tilting her head, uneasy, trying to get comfortable in her contained eagerness. She follows the bobbing of your head and rolls her hips backwards, pressing herself against you in a languid, sultry dance.

Her fingers clutch the table, she starts to bounce deeper, moving her body back and forth in a way that makes you moan against her flesh.

Your tongue swirls and laps slowly and determined, and you can feel her twitch against your touch, gently giving in to your attention.

You're curling your fingers rhythmically, squeezing her buttcheeks, pushing them against the sides of your mouth or spreading them wide.

Your game makes her squirm more, rolling her hips back and forth and to the sides, unruly. She's slowly losing control, the smoldering desire taking control of her body and thoughts.

When you handle her like this, you have a very clear purpose- to make her lose it. To use her trust in your advantage up to a point where her mind is blank, completely yielding to your wishes; utterly giving herself, body, mind and soul; to you.

She's jerking, pushing her hips against your face, shamessly grinding her backside against your lips, your tongue, your hands. So when you lean back she whines miserably, obviously disagreeing with your choice of actions.

"Why...?" she moans, looking at you over her shoulder.

But the question gets trapped in her throat when she takes in the sight of you looking at her as your index finger presses against her hole.

A shuddering sigh leaves her lips and she arches her back. Like a work of magic, her hole cedes to you, her muscles gently stretching around your digit.

With the lube having soaked your hand completely -task you took care of while she was busy complaining about your mouth no longer on her-, you have enough confidence in yourself and in her body to push your finger a little deeper.

A couple of inches slide in, and she frowns in a mixture of faint pain and a hint of pleasure.

You pause, awaiting for feedback.

"Go... On" she gasps out, hesitating.

You slide a little further, then pull out only to bump those couple inches over and over again, slowly.

She flutters her eyes shut and squeezes her eyes, sweaty creases on her forehead as she gets used to the fresh intrusion and gets to know the new pleasurable sensation.

Gradually, her hips start to move again, her body bouncing gently as she parts her lips to exhale soft gasps.

"Yeah? Feels good?" you breath out, transfixed by the intimacy and the sensuality of it all.

Locks of hair fall gracefully over the sides of her face, and they wiggle gently with each bounce. They tremble even more when she nods fervently.

"Yes..." She moans quietly, her cheeks painted with a fresh new wave of flush, "So fucking good, baby..."

You can see in her face that she's lost in the pleasure. She's pushing back at your finger as if she'd been doing it for years, her muscles twitching and pulsing around you.

You pound into her more firmly, curling your digit experimentally with each thrust, exploring her. Eventually, you find the perfect angle that makes her quiver and whisper urgent pleas.

"More... Please, baby, more..."

Before you know, you're fingering her knuckle-deep, sliding your finger in and out so comfortably it's obscene.

The strong smell of her arousal hits your nose, she wiggles uncontrollably, desperately seeking more, and her aching neglected pussy pulses insistent.

You almost feel sorry, but this new phase of her pleasure gives you free pass to the next step you're eagerly willing to discover.

In a swift move, you reach the smaller plug. She looks at you askance, a hint of defiance in her eye.

"I can take more" she murmurs in a husky voice, and purposefully impales herself on your finger.

You chuckle darkly, shaking your head in amusement.

"I'll be the judge of that, don't you think?" you coo.

She hoffs, but immediately inhales deeply as you withdraw your finger, using both hands to spread lube on the toy, preparing it for her.

She doesn't retort, secretly relishing on the bliss of the mocking way you always take care of her.

The way she inhales sharply when you insert the object urges you to plant a soft kiss on the small of her back.

"You're doing so good, princess..." you murmur, slowly sliding it in.

As you anticipated, her inner muscles relax in its wake, her body not betraying her at all. Instead, she starts grinding shortly after.

"God..." she exhales in a dry, low moan.

"Ain't no god implicated here, sweetheart" you quip, stading up behind her once the toy is comfortably inserted in her.

"Just me" you add feidging modesty, and that's when she feels your thighs caging her ass, hips rolling to increase the sensations of the toy inside her.

She gasps in surprise and agreement, pulling back against your thrusts, the toy shifting inside her.

"Oh my oh my oh my" she chants in a trembling whisper, feeling herself getting closer and closer.

You reach for her mound again, your fingers easily finding her bundle of nerves, and you gasp when you feel it swollen and damp.

She jolts urgently, her whole body at your disposal, violently grinding against both your hand and your hips pullings the toy inside her with the delicious rolling of her hips.

Your free hand explores her back, fingers trailing up her spine till you reach the back of her neck, which you hold in a firm, tender grip, wrapping your fingers on either sides.

She lets out bated breaths and breathy whimpers, and she shifts giving you better access to her neck.

She's pliant yet incredibly restless, her wetness coats your fingers letting you know how close she is.

"Can I... Can I please..." she moans desperately, bucking harshly against your hand and hips.

You rock your hips against her mercilessly, the flat base of the toy slamming deliciously against the fabric of your underwear, gratting you with a pleasant friction.

"Can you what, princess?" you coo, sliding your fingers into her hair, gently scratching her scalp.

This makes her shiver and throw her head back toward your touch.

"Come on, speak your mind... Tell me what you need..." you encourage her, your tender voice a deep contrast to your firm shoves and circling on her clit.

She lurches vigorously, rubbing her cunt against your fingers and swings her hips towards you, the toy shifting inside her.

"Can I... Can I come, please?" she coos at last in a husky, whimpering voice. "Please, let me come... I need it so bad..."

Her thin hoarse pleading voice does something to you. You can feel your heart slamming in your chest and your stomach twisting.

The way she asks for it, the way she begs for it, sinks you into the urgent wish of meeting her needs.

"Oh course, beautiful" you say out of breath, "show me what you've got."

Her movements turn more erratic, frenzied, and she cries out your name as she pulls back and forth, desperately rubbing herself against your fingers on her puffy clit.

You press your hand against it, granting her with more pressure than what she can reach for herself.

She inhales sharply and her body goes stiff, arching her back beautifully. This causes her ass you rise up, and you move your hips in circular motions, the toy provoking undescriptable sensations inside her.

With a final, air-piercing wail, she lets go. She grinds avidly as she comes undone, her body jolting and writhling with overstimulation, but she still shoves relentlessly against your hand, milking it for all it's worth.

You watch her in awe. Her hair falls down her back like a courtain, your hand slips down to her lower back, which you pamper soothingly.

She finally snaps her head forward, her forehead softly hitting the table. Jenna lets out trembling sighs, trying to gain some sort of control.

"Don't worry about it" you whisper, your hand caressing her slower, in a shallow touch, your hips slowing down, "I've got you, princess. You don't have to think at all."

She whines, plunging her hips against your touch. But she jolts involuntary, her body trying to tell her it's too much. She rolls her hips again, stubborn.

"Shhh..." you reach for her hair, stroking it lovingly. "You need a moment, sweetie... Don't be hard on yourself..."

She whines louder, in complain. She turns her head, resting her right cheek on the table. "But... I want more..." she whimpers in a husky, vulnerable thin voice.

"Oh... Don't worry about that, pretty girl. I'm not done with you, not at all" you say in a smug yet soft tone, causing her to shudder visibly.

"Not even remotely."

Your hand roams from her hair to her blades. You splay out your fingers and apply a little of pressure, while you gently withdraw your hand from her core and pull your hips back.

As your hand trails down her spine, she stands up and looks at you over her shoulder, following your movements like a puppet.

Her lips part releasing soft pants, and she looks at you through a hazy expectant gaze.

Your hands meet her hips, you hold her securely as she leans back, her back pressing against your chest. However, you make sure she doesn't press her backside against your mound.

The deep trust in her eyes moves you, and you lean in to press a soft kiss to her lips, which she welcomes placing her hands over yours.

You attempt to lean back, but she brings up one hand and cups your cheek, parting her lips to deepen the kiss, tracing your bottom lip with her tempting tongue.

You realize she needs this. She needs the comfort, the tenderness, after the good care you've taken of her and her body.

You tilt your head and part your lips as well, giving her access to your mouth. You both groan quietly as your tongues meet, displaying an erotic, languid dance.

She melts into the kiss, blessing you with soft whines that die in your mouth, her hand sliding to trace your jawline and cup your neck.

After a long minute, you break the kiss tenderly, leaning back. She whimpers pathetically, earning a wry smile from your behalf. Her gaze finds your eyes, and she frowns in adorable confusion.

Smiling fondly, you grab the hem of her shirt and pull it up. She helps you, and once the fabric hits the floor, you need a second to take in the sight of her fully naked before you.

Without taking your eyes off her, you point at the bed with a swing of your head. "Lie down." Your voice gets back its usual something, that mix between gentle suggestion and hoarse command.

Something in her eyes shift, and she returns to her subspace in a matter of seconds.

She wobbles her way to the bed, you watch her as she struggles yet complies eagerly, stifling soft whines her way there.

It`s just a couple of steps, and once her thighs touch the edge of the bed, she turns around facing you, and sits down. Keeping eye contact and with her lips parted with soft pants leaving them, she leans back and props herself up on her elbows, ogling at you.

You reach her and walk your hands along her legs, making her gasp and hold her breath. You grin.

"It's okay, princess, breathe."

Your hands catch her knees, and you cup them from the back and make her bend them up, so that her feet rest on the bed and she's more spread.

Your gaze goes down, relishing an unobstructed view of her puffy drenched folds, swollen clit and plug buried in her.

You glance briefly at her, finding her cheeks flushed in deep crimson, grossy eyes looking down at you.

Usually she'd complain when you get like this, all snoopy and nonchalant, just staring at her body like that. She gets shy and self-concious when you look at her with such attention, squirming and urging you to touch her already.

Nonetheless, this time she doesn't say a word. She just leers at you, awaiting. At first you assume she's just being more obedient today, but as you gape down at her, mesmerized, the answer is before your eyes.

She's sensitive as hell. One squirm and the toy will shift inside her. Her previous release is dripping down her outer lips onto her inner thighs, and judging by her bated breathing you can tell she's still worked up.

And eventhough you know she isn't ready yet, her stare and restless body language let you know how bad she needs it anyway.

And so, you deliver.

First comes the sharp inhale. Then, she squeezes her eyes shut, frowning in bliss and a glimpse of pain. She squirms, adjusting to the sensation. She's barely registering the feeling of your tongue on her cunt when she starts bucking.

You grin against her flesh, because even if her legs are trembling as you hold them firmly, even if she can't find a rhythm because her body is unwilling to cooperate, she still bucks eagerly against your mouth.

As she rolls her hips, the toy obviously shifts inside her, causing her thighs to tense against your temples, her instincs telling her to close her legs.

However, her fingers are lost in your hair, tangled, scratching your scalp and urging you deeper.

She's so avid, you think to yourself.

It doesn't even take you that long. She tries to delay it, because she loves it when you put your tongue on her, but not even her deep breaths in and steady sighs spare her from losing control.

She jerks and rocks her hips greedily, and her legs stutter, her weak moans coming out in shuddered gasps. With a final loud moan, her back arches off the bed and she comes hard in your mouth.

You lap at her eagerly, not giving her even a moment to catch her breath, earning weak whines seeking mercy.

"P-please..."

Once you're satisfied with your performance, you give her one last long lick from her entrance to below her swollen clit, chosing to be benevolent with the manhadled bundle of nerves.

"T-t-thanks" she stammers beautifully, barely above a whisper.

You climb up, leaving feather-touch kisses on her mound, lower stomach, midriff. She quivers each and every time.

"Oh you're being so good this evening, princess. I wonder how far we can take it, huh? How far you're willing to take it."

Your soft coos hiding a sultry threat always get into her. She's far gone in the real life fantasy you're both creating, in the risky yet safe mindspace you get her in.

"Much more" she breathes out, visibly trembling as you level her, pressing your breasts against hers ever so slightly. She inhales.

"I can take more."

Looking directly into her eyes, you find nothing but raw trust and deep desire. It bathes you in an intense feeling of affection and pride.

You both gasp quietly as you grab the base of the toy and carefully withdraw it from her. She lifts her hips, helping you, and she grasps onto your shoulders for anchor.

"There you go" you purr in a whisper, "you're precious."

She blushes again, her lips parted and plump. Your gaze drifts down to them, and she does the same, staring bluntly at your mouth.

Throwing the toy somewhere onto the lower bed, you lean in and kiss her passionately, feeling her arms wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you down.

She finds comfort in the kiss, and lets out a contented sigh as she feels you gently grinding against her, keeping some sort of contact between you and her aching, intimate parts.

After a heavy make-out session, she is the one that leans back this time, her head gently hitting the pillows. She gives you a hazy half-lidded glance, her chest heavy as she tries to catch her breath.

You smirk. Leaning in again, you avoid her lips and instead go for her neck.

Choosing a particular sensitive spot, you wrap your lips around it and suck firmly, gradually harder, hearing her whine and her throat vibrating until you release the flesh, watching proud as a more than visible hickey forms on her skin.

She slides one hand into your hair and strokes it lovingly. "You can mark me all you want" she murmurs with that vulnerable, sexy voice of hers.

You stare at your handiwork, brushing your thumb across it wiping off the saliva. You sit up, catching her off guard. "I'm gonna take a picture" you say as you fumble for Jenna's phone on the nighstand.

Kneeling between her spread legs, you hold the phone with one hand and you put your other hand on her cheek, gently pulling down to make her turn her head the other way. The tendons tense on her neck, making the hickey stand out.

"Gorgeous" you mutter, earning a soft lids fluttering from her. You smirk as you take the picture— seems like she'd do anything for a praise.

After taking several pictures, you put the phone down but your smile fades as you look at her, your expression turns thoughtful.

No longer feeling your hand on her cheek, she turns her head and looks up at you, curious. "What?" she asks breathier than intended, already sensing you've come up with a new way to ruin her.

You swallow, wondering if you're about to overstep. This is not something you two have ever discussed, and for a moment you fear the faith she's put in you will vanish.

But she looks up at you with such adoration, that you can't back down.

"Can I record you?"

Her eyebrows scoot up, and she sits up against the headboard. She looks at you with curiosity, rather than judgement.

"Doing what?"

Obviously, she's used to having cameras on her, but this is different. It's all different with you.

Now that's where the trick hangs. You swallow hard this time, and then dare to continue.

"I'd like not to tell you."

She frowns, confused, and for a moment you think she's gonna say the safeword.

"It's nothing that crazy" you rush to clarify as she was taking a breather. She halts, willing to listen.

"It's just, uh... It's..."

"Okay" she interrupts.

You stop mumbling and look down at her, hopeful. You find her smirking. Your slightly nervous behavior and need to reassure her is all she needs to know.

"Go ahead."

You hit record before you can think it through. Angling the lense towards her, your gaze moves from the screen to her. And you hope the camera is catching the vulnerable, tantalazing smile she's giving you.

Reaching for her chin, you make her tilt her head slightly. Her smile remains, giving you a perfect view of her profile side and the big hickey on her neck.

"You like it?" you coo, brushing your thumb over the mark again.

"Yeah" she purrs, "it's a bit sore and you make it tickle" she teases squinting at you.

You let go of her face, instead you trace her jawline with the back of your fingers. She turns her head slowly and glances at you, she bites her lip.

Her eyes are glinting with mischief, obviously enjoying the banter. She's looking at you, but her eyes flicker to the camera from time to time, making sure it catches the perfect frame of her seductive expression.

Her lip is still trapped between her teeth, she's got a smugly stupid smile on her face, and so you brush your thumb along the hidden bottom lip, and you press and pull down the skin. You watch the pale white skin turn rose as she releases her lip, coming out red.

You slide your thumb along the swollen lip, and she doesn't hesitate even for a second before slowly throwing her head forward, sucking on your digit.

With a skillful suction, she sucks your thumb up to the knuckle, then leans back, peeking up at you. A thin thread connects your thumb to her lips, and she gives you a knowing smirk before taking in your thumb again.

She bobs her head, naughty, and glances at you occasionally as your finger disappears and reappears, over and over again.

She's giving you a show.

Her cheeks hallow with the suction, and she raises her eyebrows each time she looks up, making you feel light-headed.

You can't take your eyes off her. Mouth ajar, you let her play with your digit as if she was giving you head, feeling her stretched lips around your thumb, her saliva soaking you, she's even drooling a little.

After a minute or so, you pull your thumb out, catching her off guard. She was with her eyes shut in bliss and so she looks up at you whining in protest.

Even in your stunned state, you smirk. There it is, that eagerness.

But as she looks up, she notices what you're doing. She sees your cheeks hollowing a bit as well, your jaw moving, your lips pressed together.

Realization dawns on her face as she finally gets why you wanted to record.

"Yes" she hisses, enthused about it. "Do it, please" she whispers, "spit in my mouth."

She relaxes her jaw letting it drop, pliant, and sticks out her tongue. She throws her head back a little, the perfect angle. She looks at you with hooded. yearning eyes. She's already panting heavily.

The whimpering, beautiful little mess she is.

You cradle her chin, pressing your fingers against her jawline, with your other hand firmly holding the phone.

Then, she closes her eyes, and you feel her hot breath against your fingers.

Bending your body a little as you do it, you spit directly in her mouth. A trikle drips down from your lips to her tongue.

The camera catches the view of her side, her inviting mouth and warm tongue, her eyes shut and the tiny whimper she exhales, the tip of her tongue curling up just enough.

She gasps when she feels it, and she opens her eyes ever so slightly, looking at you with heavy eyelids as she closes her mouth instinctively and swallows it without further question.

She makes you whimper in longing when she behaves like this. So willingly, so mischievous, reading your mind and doing what you want her to do even before you know it.

There's no need to ask.

She looks at you relishing on your expression of astonishment with a pleased smirk on her face, licking her lips.

A sudden rush runs through you.

The insatiable need to own her.

You stop the recording and block her phone, putting it on the nighstand with an anxious move. She goes rigid, holding her breath, watching your every move.

You scoot back on the bed, giving her some room. Then your voice comes up dry, not leaving any room for argument.

"On your knees. Now. Facing the headboard."

She complies eagerly, sinking her kness on the matress and giving you her back, clutching the edge of the headboard to steady herself.

"What are you gonna...?" she mutters, incapable of finishing her sentence as she hears the creak of a drawer opening.

She inhales sharply, her body tensing in expectation as she awaits your next move.

"You'll have to be a little patient, princess."

Her fingers curl slightly, holding the wood as she feels the bed sinking slightly with your weight when you climb onto it.

"So... How are you planning on behaving, sweetheart?" you murmur, adjusting the strands around your hips.

Her breath hitches, instantly recognizing the tickling of the belts being tied.

"Good," she retorts anxiously, "really good. I promise."

You can see her fidgeting, pacing her weight from one knee to the other, restless. She moves her head a little, but prevents from looking over her shoulder. She knows it's not allowed.

"Oh yeah?" you tease in a breathy, low tone. That specific voice she'd do anything for. "Are you certain about that?"

You watch her head moving, she nods fervently. "Hundred percent sure" she hisses, rubbing her thighs together.

"Well I hope you keep your sweet promise, because we're about to have so much fun, princess. But I'll need you to trust me and be good for me, can you do that?"

You're spreading lube along the shaft of your toy, and she's about to answer when she hears it. The wet, squelching sound of fingers wrapped around your cock, stroking it.

"Oh my..." she whines miserably, throwing her head forward for a moment, resting her forehead against the headboard.

You notice her hips moving, bucking against nothing, her butt tensing and relaxing with each move.

You stroke yourself vigorously, shamelessly showing off, provoking her with an image she can only enjoy in her imagination while you solely give her the chance to hear.

"Hmm..." you groan, enjoying yourself, rubbing yourself against the base through your underwear.

She stifles a moan. How she loves hearing you make those noises... She's already feeling dizzy, intoxicated. And utterly at your mercy.

"Well?" you purr, deliberately jerking in a way that makes the squelching noise even louder.

She nods effusively, locks of hair gently swaying over her beautiful back.

"Yes" she whispers, grasping onto the headboard for dear life, her thighs rubbing together, "Yes, my love. I trust you. I'll be so good, I promise" she keeps whispering, a deep longing tainting her words.

You crawl closer to her, and you hear her breath stucking in her throat as she notices your closeness, the warmth of your body enveloping her, your energy all over her.

She loves it so dearly, she's obsessed with it. She turns her head ever so slightly, but at the last moment she closes her eyes, giving you a perfect view of her insane profile, with her eyes shut and eyebrows frowned.

You stroke yourself harder, just at the sight of her. Her jaw drops slightly, letting go sweet gasps as she realizes she is the cause of your now faster speed.

"Touch yourself, gorgeous" you whisper, and she jolts a little when she realizes how close you are, your warm voice puffing at her shoulder.

She nods firmly and turns her head to be looking at the wall.

"As you please" she mutters in that husky, shy voice of hers; the one she uses when you command her to do something she desperately wants to do, yet she wouldn't if it wasn't because you told her to.

You watch her hips roll as she starts to fuck her hand slowly, dry pants leaving her lips. "Like this?" She breathes out, desperate to earn your approval.

You tilt your head, grinning. "A little faster" you tease, stroking yourself in a exaggerated motion just so that she can keep hearing it very clearly.

She whimpers, squirming slightly. You know her and her body enough to know that she wished she could do it slower, because she's already close and she knows she has to hold it back until you tell her to let go.

Touching herself faster is risky, which also turns her on even more.

She nods weakly, and you see her arm moving faster, her hips bucking following that rhythm.

You chuckle quietly, now you stroke your toy slower but very firmly, hitting the base with your fingers, creating a splashy thud each time.

She whines, turning her head a bit. She wants to follow your own pace, touch herself imagining you're inside of her.

But instead, you've got her ignoring her own instincts in favour of your desires.

"Slow down..." Your low voice interrupts her desperate thoughts, and she lets out a whine of relief as she pulls her hips down slower.

She grasps onto the headboard with her free hand, her fingers curling in helpless need.

You crawl a little closer and graze her lower back with the tip of your wet toy.

"Ah...." She whimpers very quietly, jolting at first but then pushing her ass up, arching her back.

"Faster"

She follows your lead, circling her clit vigorously, releasing hoarse, high-pitched moans.

Her whole body is glowing in a thin layer of sweat, she's writhling and her legs tremble, she's struggling to hold herself, both physically and mentally.

If it was for her, she'd be leaning against your chest, letting you use her as you please, relaxing completely onto you, not bothering to use her hands on herself.

But instead, you torture her beautifully. You force her to listen to her body and ignore it at the same time, she touches herself not like she'd like to, but as you tell her to.

"Slower"

You reach her wrist and shift it a little, making her stimulate her folds too, not just her clit. Her fingertips also graze her entrance, teasing herself.

Watching her from behind, you can see the muscles in her ass tense as she rocks her hips.

You give her forearm a soft caress, a deep contrast to how you're handling her.

"More pressure, princess. And fast."

You wonder how long will it take for her to loose it completely, for her to either plead you to pound into her or to come undone on her own fingers.

You decide to test her even further.

"Are you close, doll? Is my princess feeling needy for something else?" You coo, your arm moving fiercely, stroking your toy faster, finally meeting her own pace.

She nods, her bottom lip trembling as she whispers, "I'm... I am. I'm trying for you."

Her voice is so breathy, the words coming out quivering, barely above a whisper.

You arch one eyebrow, and for a moment you feel sorry for her. Not enough, though.

You pull your hips forward, tracing iddle patterns on her back with the tip of your cock.

"Trying what, gorgeous? I can't understand you when you whisper like that."

She stifles a moan, and even if she's visibly trembling, she still manages to push herself against your toy. "T-trying... not to..."

She mumbles and chokes a whimper when you slide your toy a little lower, walking it across her cheeks.

Her stammering makes you laugh softly, and she blushes and turns her head with her eyes closed. You look up, and by her expression you can tell she's both embarassed and excited by the way you're kinda mocking her.

"Oh, yeah? That close you are?" You purr, trailing lower.

She whimpers pathetically when she realizes you're not gonna slide the toy inside her stretched ass. Her reaction makes you bite your lip harshly, a primal need flooding in your veins.

She nods again.

"P-please... What do you need me to do? I can do it" she blurts out in a rushed whisper, her fingers moving frantically.

"N-need you s-so bad..." She hisses, "I'll do anything..."

You tilt your head, releasing a sharp gasp.

Oh, even in her current state, she knows how to push your buttons. She knows how to get what she wants.

She turns her head a bit more, the tendons in her neck tensing tantalazingly, and her parted plump lips let go tempting promises in hot whispers.

"Anything you want...."

"Haven't I been good...?"

"Whatever you need..."

"I wanna please you..."

Finally, you loose your patience.

"You're such a greedy girl, you know that?" You breath out, grabbing her hips firmly.

She gasps, her eyelids fluttering, wishing to open her eyes but still deliciously obedient to your orders.

"You just can't wait, can you? It has to be your way" you reach down to grab the base of the roy, your hand trembling as you place it on her entrance.

She arches her back immediately, giving you the perfect view of her ass up and pink folds spread and dripping. She's been ready for a while now.

She nods fervently. You didn't expect that. "Yes" she hisses, leaning against your chest a little, but still not touching you. "I'm so needy for you. I'm so sorry, I just can't bear it anymore."

You clench your jaw, your gaze hiding a smoldering raw desire.

You love this game. The back and forth, the tempting, the way you blame her as if it was her fault, as if you're about to use it because oh, look what she made you do, as if it was a way to show her who's in charge.

She's obsessed with it. She's addicted to following your orders like a docile, perfect patient girl, until her movements and words became so needy, so desperate, that she starts whispering these words to you, knowing that if she gently asks you to move forward, to hurry up a bit, she'll wake up the sleepy beast in you.

She's a sucker for the un-rushed, built up tension. She's grown really experienced in handling your commands that well, to follow your rhythm.

But she's also addicted to manipulate you with her husky, sexy voice; to suck a bit of your power and throw it back at you in the shape of her irresistible proposals.

"Open your eyes" you murmur.

She flutters her eyes open and looks at you over her shoulder. The mere sight of you makes her move her hand faster between her thighs. This makes her jolt, her body sensitive and needy.

Your gaze darts down, "and stop that" you say in a dry whisper.

She gasps and stops at the moment. Her lips are parted in awe, her eyebrows frown in pleasure and bliss, knowing something has shifted within you.

You clench your jaw, your gaze darkened and hard. Her eyes flicker between yours, the silent exchange being an unspoken question.

"You can do ir" she mutters before you can even formulate what you're trying to say.

She can see the deep, crude wish in your eyes. She can tell you're dying to ruin her. But she also can feel your brief doubt.

To highlight her words, she pushes her backside further, and whimpers hoarsly when the tip of your toy brushes her entrance more purposefully.

"Do it" she murmurs again, looking deep into your eyes. "Give it to me."

Her whisper turns into a sharp whine when you roughly shove the toy inside her, filling her completely.

"F—" she doesn't even have time to accomodate you before you start thrusting deep, thoroughful.

She reaches back one hand tangling it in your hair while the other squeezes your waist, and she pushes her hips back, meeting each of your thrusts.

You dig your nails into her flesh, dragging them along her skin, leaving red marks leading to her stomach.

You grope her midriff, breasts and back. You slide one hand to hold her by her neck, her moans vibrating against your fingertips as you bottom out, merciless.

Your other hand trails down until you reach her swollen, manhadled bundle of nerves, and you circle at it insistently.

She squirms, "Mmmph—" she mumbles, unable to even complain.

You can tell she's drowning in overstimulation, you can feel her body surrounding to every plunge of your hips, her inner walls clenching and unclenching around your cock, you can feel their tension when you push your pelvis against her cheeks.

She tilts her head back, resting it on your shoulder, and her body bounces and her breasts jiggle with each move, her lips parted and eyes half-lidded, taking you beautifully.

She glances at you through her eyelashes, deep trust and adoration glazing the watery deep brown stare.

The sight of her looking at you like this, wearing your hand around her neck like a collar, with her hands all over you, pulling you against her even more, with her body bouncing and writhling, dying from overstimulation but still craving more, drives you to the edge.

You slide your hand from her neck to the back of her head and push her forward, her forehead rests against the headboard and she arches her back, her hands clutching the edge of the headboard desperately.

Grabbing the back of her neck and with your other hand circling her clit, you rock your hips faster, harder, rougher.

"Mmph— ah— ah—!"

She moans and whines desperately, pleading, her mind foggy, eyes rolling back and eyebrows frowning.

She turns her head, pressing her cheek agaisnt the wood giving you a perfect view of her ravished state, thin drool coming out from the side of her lips, dripping down her chin.

You can't take it anymore. "Show off for me, princess" you groan between heavy breathing and sharp pants.

With her puffy lips twitching and swallowing your toy with eager willingness, her entire body convulses and she releases deep groans and high pitched wails as she finally lets go, coming hard.

With the dual stimulation of your hand on her clit and your cock insistently rubbing against her G-spot, she squirts profusely, her cum gushing out and coating the entire length of your toy while you continue sliding in and out of her, drawning out her orgasm.

"jesus fucking christ..." She whines with her voice trembling weakly as you finish against the toy, rolling your hips and using her just a little more to get off.

"ugh, fuck!" You groan and moan, releasing a final sigh before you crumble on her.

You both stay there for a moment, just panting heavily. She turns her head and meets your lips weakly, whimpering quietly against your mouth.

You let out a breathy chuckle, kissing her back. Even now, she stills needs you all over her.

She whines in return and wiggles her hips, silently reminding you to pull out.

"Oh, yeah" you murmur in a giggle, gently pulling back.

She nods and offers you a sated smole, and her eyelids flutter as she feels every inch coming out of her.

She loves it when your demeanor shifts after a scene and suddenly you turn into an almost shy, panting dom who treats her with care and love.

You lean back and look down, watching the toy come out of her.

Is in that moment when you notice her state.

Her cheeks are swollen and red, random marks all over them. You've left red lines all over her ass and back, and probably on her stomach.

She's literally dripping, a damp big spot tainting the sheets right below her.

You gasp, too much emotions mow you down like a tidal wave. You need a second to catch your breath.

Jenna was smiling, but she turns slightly to you, frowning as she tries to gauge your mindset.

"Baby...?" She murmurs warily.

You snap your eyes back at her, concerned. "Jenna" you breath out.

Her eyes drift across your face, now concerned. You calling her by her name instead of 'princess' lets her know that the scene is over, and your specific tone also lets her know something's off.

"What is it?"

But you feel your knees crumbling, your chest aching with a mix of emotions you can't quite comprehend.

Without saying a word, you let yourself fall on your knees onto the mattress, defeated.

She turns around completely, facing you. She puts her hand on your shoulder.

"Baby? What's wrong?"

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yanderenightmare · 6 months ago

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2023 collection part one

January

BNHA—Inconsolable yandere Bakugou and Kirishima just wants you to love them:

♡ INCONSOLABLE

BNHA—What Bakugou's like in bed:

♡ A SWITCH IN DENIAL

BNHA—What Dabi's like in bed:

♡ SHITTY DOM

BNHA—What Shiggy's like in bed:

♡ AGGRESSIVE SWITCH

BNHA—What Shinso's like in bed:

♡ SADISTIC DOM

BNHA—What Hawks' like in bed:

♡ NEEDY DOM

BNHA—What Kirishima's like in bed:

♡ PUSHY DOM

BNHA—What villain Deku's like in bed:

♡ SICKLY SWEET DOM

February

BNHA—Childhood friend Bakugou and reader in a toxic relationship:

♡ NO ONE ELSE

BNHA—Good yandere Bakugou traits:

♡ GOOD TRAITS

BNHA—Good yandere Shigaraki traits:

♡ GOOD TRAITS

BNHA—Good yandere Kirishima traits:

♡ GOOD TRAITS

BNHA—Good yandere Dabi traits:

♡ GOOD TRAITS

JJK—What Itadori Yuuji and Sukuna's like in bed:

♡ SELFISH SWITCH

JJK—Gojo keeps you as his pet:

♡ PET

JJK—What Megumi's like in bed:

♡ POSSESSIVE DOM

BLLK—Poly NagiReo x captive darling:

♡ SPOILED ROTTEN

HAIKYU!! boys ranked on levels of possessiveness:

♡ POSSESSIVE

JJK—Yandere Nanami and his strict routines:

♡ STRICT ROUTINES

JJK—Gojo smut alphabet:

♡ NSFW ABCs

BNHA—Yandere Shoto develops a fascination for ballerina reader:

♡ DANCE

March

BNHA—Wolf hybrids Deku and Bakugou ravage poor bunny reader:

♡ PREY ♡ part two

BNHA—Poly Kirishima and Bakugou are a toxic duo for poor captive darling:

♡ BAD COP/GOOD COP

BNHA—Bakugou as Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde:

♡ SPLIT

BNHA—Nasty captor Deku makes you rim him:

♡ CONDITIONING

BNHA—Kirishima lusts for the supervisor reader who chews him out:

♡ NOT EASY

BNHA—Nasty Shigaraki makes pretty reader rim him:

♡ PRETTY RIMMER

BNHA—Deku stalks his old bully:

♡ LOSER

BNHA—Soft and gentle noncon with yandere captor Deku:

♡ FULL

BNHA—Sad and lonely stalker Bakugou:

♡ DRIVEN MAD

April

BNHA—Bakugou smut alphabet:

♡ NSFW ABCs

BNHA—Scummy Dabi and Shiggy fight over which hole is better:

♡ WHICH HOLE IS BETTER

BNHA—Incel Shigaraki hating that he's going soft for reader:

♡ MISERY

BNHA—Yandere captor Deku tries to be gentler with captive reader:

♡ SOFT PROMISES

BNHA—Yandere captor Bakugou hates and regrets what he's done to you:

♡ TIME & EFFORT

May

JJK—Bully Gojo & Geto picking on their classmate:

♡ PLAY NICE

June

BNHA—Ghostface Bakugou:

♡ STRANGER

♡ 2023 COLLECTION PART TWO ♡ ALL MASTERLISTS

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deniable-masterpiece · 4 months ago

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just giffing cheek shots at this point - i need his ass

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gonzo-rella · 2 months ago

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Not-A-Woman | Arnold Rimmer

MASTERLIST | AO3

Note: In this fic, the reader is AFAB and nonbinary. This fic positions the notion of being perceived as a woman as being the worst thing in the world for the reader. But, hopefully it is clear that this is because the reader is trans and they have a lot of dysphoria around how they're perceived, and not because there's something wrong with being a woman. I felt that making this clarification in-story would only read as clunky, so I decided to include it here.

Relationship(s): Arnold Rimmer x AFAB!nonbinary!reader (implied romantic); Dave Lister x AFAB!nonbinary!reader (platonic; mentioned)

Summary: Who would have known that Arnold Judas Rimmer wasn't so bad at the whole 'counselling' thing after all?

Warnings: Gender dysphoria, references to periods (reader is implied to have periods), references to misogyny (Rimmer makes a very Rimmer comment that reflects his character and not the views of this author), canon-typical humour (or a Gen Z's attempt at that), jokes about suicide (again, nothing more extreme than you'd get in canon). (Let me know if I need to add any)

Word count: 3k

(A/N: This is incredibly self-indulgent, written solely with my own personal enjoyment in mind. This is my first fic I started writing for Red Dwarf, about a week after I'd started watching the show. It's weird to think I've only had this show for a month and it's already so dear to me. I've finished writing a different Red Dwarf one-shot since then, which you can find here. Red Dwarf, and Rimmer specifically, has gotten me back into writing reader-insert fanfic and it's been a lot of fun to rediscover my love for it, and to have two fics that I'm so proud of. I have a couple of other Rimmer fics in the works, one of which is a sequel to my Terrorform fic, but feel free to send in requests. I want to write a Lister fic at some point but I'm stumped for ideas, so feel free to send in suggestions for him as well.)

It had been something innocuous that had set this whole thing off. Lister had saved you from the latest thing that meant you harm- it felt like a weekly occurrence at this point. Had he not intervened, you would have died, or at least gotten a nasty wound. Normally, you would have been suitably grateful that your friend hadn’t let you die, but something about this time bugged you. It really bugged you. It wriggled under your skin like a familiar parasite, feasting at your innards and your patience. Lister had saved you, like he had all those other times, and yet you could hardly look at him without wanting to tear off your own skin, or his skin for that matter. It was a strange kind of resentment. You were consumed by this restless annoyance, but you felt guilty enough about it to hole yourself up in your room to avoid saying something you would regret, as well as to be perceived as minimally as possible. You hid your body beneath a rotation of objects: a blanket you wrapped tightly around you (just not tight enough to fit the shape of your body), a cushion you hugged to your chest, and the most oversized top you owned.

No one thought much of it when you decided not to join them for a well-earned dinner and drinks. After all, you were tired- that’s what you told them, anyway. They didn’t have to know that you stayed up about as long as them, drinking alone in your room. But, they took notice when there was no sign of you the next day.

The first of them to check in with you was Kryten, who had gone through the trouble of making you lunch. He asked you if you were okay, an understandable question, and you assured him you were fine. He picked up that something wasn’t right, so he asked if you were sick. You decided to lie and told him that you were on your period. You hoped it would be enough of an excuse to explain away your absence without causing any alarm, and that your crewmates, all men or man-adjacent (besides Holly), would be too overwhelmed by the concept of a period to even think of bothering you.

Unfortunately, Lister wasn’t bothered by your fictitious period like you had hoped. Later that day, he turned up at your door. He invited you to do something- you weren’t paying attention so you had no idea what exactly it was, but you guessed it probably involved alcohol, curry and/or poker, seeing as that’s all you guys seemed to do. You declined, a little bluntly, using the excuse that you weren’t feeling up to it, whatever it was. ‘You know how periods can be,’ you had said. He wasn’t convinced that everything was fine- as fine as it could be while you were on your period- but it had only been one day. He could give you the benefit of the doubt and believe that you really were this wiped out. So, he left you to it. You’d be back to normal soon enough, you assured him. Anything to get him to go away. And, really, you had thought you’d be fine within the next couple of days.

But, you didn’t leave your room the next day, either. Kryten delivered you some food. And, Lister tried to coax you out again with some activity or another. You declined. So, he asked you if you were alright. You told him you were fine. But, he really didn’t believe it this time. He asked again. No luck. So, he told you to come talk to him when you were ready. That made you feel worse.

Another day went by and you hadn’t taken him up on his offer. If he wasn’t worried before, he certainly was now.

Nothing could have prepared you for Rimmer throwing his hat in the ring. Your best guess was that he had put himself forward. You could imagine Lister scoffing at the idea and Rimmer going ahead with it anyway. Thinking about Lister further soured your already displeased expression, which also came with an inevitable wave of guilt. Your lack of enthusiasm did nothing to deter Rimmer, who invited himself in without hesitation. You watched him from your bed.

“I thought it might be worth checking in. You haven’t left this room in days and it’s safe to say we’re all growing a bit concerned.”

You might have been touched and more receptive to his presence if he wasn’t speaking with the tone of a teacher.

“All of you? Even Cat?”

“Well, no. Perhaps not Cat. In fact, the next time you see him, you might very well have to re-introduce yourself.”

You rolled your eyes as he paced around the room, making a failed attempt at pretending as though he wasn’t closely examining it for any sign of whatever he was looking for.

“I think you’d better leave, Arnie. I know about the Lemming Sunday incident and with how I’m feeling right now I’m worried there’ll be a repeat of it if you keep talking to me.”

He was clearly caught off-guard by the comment. He thought for a moment, then let out a deep exhale.

“I suppose I can call a meeting and arrange a rota for suicide watch.”

Given he was discussing the topic of suicide watch, his tone was perhaps inappropriately casual.

You shot him a glare, already sick of him. Normally, you were the first to defend him, but this conversation was giving you a glimpse into how Lister, Cat and Kryten must have seen him.

“I was joking. Mostly. But, I wasn’t joking about wanting you to go away.”

“You know, whatever’s bothering you-”

“Nothing’s bothering me. I told Kryten, I’m on my period. So, I don’t want to be disturbed-”

He raised his finger to interject.

“Ah, about that.”

You squoze your eyes shut and rolled your head back. You were sure whatever he was about to say was going to annoy you. The last thing you needed was Rimmer’s input on the subject of menstruation.

“Holly says you’re not due a visit from Auntie Flo for another two weeks and three days. So, I’m afraid that’s the end of that excuse.”

You straightened up, eyes wide as you stared at him in bewilderment.

“Holly tracks my cycle?”

“I’m sure she’ll start giving you a few day’s warning if you ask her to.”

“That’s not-”

“Now, I suggest you start talking.”

“For God’s sake, Rimmer, I’m depressed, not a prisoner of war.”

“Aha! So, you admit it. You’re depressed.”

He seemed far too gleeful about that revelation. You looked at him blankly.

“I thought you’d figured that out already.”

“It’s one thing to reach a conclusion based on pure intuition, but it’s another kettle of fish wrenching out a confession- so masterfully, might I say.”

“Okay, well, you’ve got your ‘confession’. Can you smeg off now?”

“I’m afraid not. This is what we call a ‘safeguarding issue’.”

“If you weren’t a hologram, I’d give you a ‘safeguarding issue’.”

“Now, now, there’s no need to get hostile,” Rimmer tried. He thought for a moment; you assumed he was trying to recall some advice he had read in a book about negotiation or interrogation. “Alright, would you rather speak to Lister about whatever this is?”

The glare you directed at him sent a chill down his spine, or the hologram equivalent of that sensation.

“No.”

Realisation settled on his features, and what followed was a wave of smugness. Amidst his pride, he smirked and folded his arms. He paced victoriously.

“Ah. So, you’ve fallen out with old Listy, eh? What is it, then? A playground squabble? A lover’s tiff?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

He wavered.

“Hang on a minute. Are the pair of you-”

“We’re just mates, Rimmer. I don’t fancy Lister and Lister doesn’t fancy me. Believe it or not, I can be friends with a bloke. Men and women can be friends. And, I’m not even a woman, so that doesn’t even apply here anyway.”

Rimmer, thankfully, was clueless as to what to say. Before he could attempt to string together a sentence that would most likely compel you lob a chair through him, you continued, softening your tone a tad.

“Look, Arnie, I’ll be fine in a few days. Give me some time and it’ll be like this never happened.”

“And, until then?”

“I don’t know. I’ll manage. I always do.”

Rimmer’s gaze landed on your wastebasket, which could best be described as a growing mountain of empty cans. His eyes widened in alarm. He hadn’t been observant enough to notice them before.

“Christ, are those from the past three days?”

You shrugged.

“That’s how I’ll manage.”

He sighed.

“Trust me, I can understand loathing Lister with the burning passion of a billion suns-”

“I don’t-”

“But, I’ve never withdrawn like a maladjusted hermit and stumbled down the slippery slope of alcoholism because of it.”

He seemed genuinely concerned, so much so that you couldn’t bear to keep looking at him. You were hyper-aware of the fact that he was looking at you- watching you with a softness you scarcely saw from him. It was kind of nice, but also mortifying. As tender as it was, you weren’t exactly in a mindset where you wanted to be perceived. You shifted uncomfortably and shook your head.

“You wouldn’t get it, Arn.”

“Go on. Try me.”

Maybe Rimmer would understand. He knew a thing or two about self-hatred and insecurity, after all. You took a deep breath before speaking.

“Lister always saves me from being killed or hurt or anything.”

Rimmer’s brows knitted in confusion.

“The bastard?”

You paused and shut your eyes for a moment.

“I know we’re mates and that’s why he bothers to not let me die, and I appreciate it. I really do. But, I dunno. Sometimes it feels like him and all the rest of you lot see me as a girl because I’m not a full-on bloke. And, I guess, whenever he saves me from things it’s like I’m just some damsel in distress to you guys- like no matter what, I’ll always be at least woman-adjacent.”

Rimmer exhaled from his nose.

“Trust me, if Lister saw you as a woman, he’d be on you like the foul odour on his… everything,” Rimmer insisted. “What does it matter what he thinks of you, anyway?”

“He’s my mate. And, the thought of him- or anyone- seeing me as a woman makes me feel a bit sick because that’s really not who I am.” You paused. “Do you see me as a woman, Arnie?”

“I thought this was about Lister.”

“So, is that a yes?”

“No. Were it a yes, I would have said, well, yes.”

“But, you didn’t say no. Not right away. You dodged the question. So now it feels like you do see me as a woman.”

There was an undertone of panic in your voice.

“I don’t see you as a woman.”

“Then, why didn’t you just say that straight away?”

“Because, no one ever cares to hear my opinion on anything. I was taken by surprise.”

You glanced at him, half-pitying, half-apologetic.

“Oh.”

There was a brief moment of awkward silence.

“Well, why does it matter if Lister sees you as a woman or if I see you as a woman?”

“When you phrase it like that, it seems like you do see me as a woman.”

He tipped his head back in frustration.

“Neither of us see you as a woman! But, I have to tell you, this hysteria really isn’t helping your case.”

Your growing fondness for Rimmer came crashing down. Of course it was too good to be true. And, oh, he had been doing so well.

“Misogyny. Nice. Can you actually smeg off now, you total-”

“It’ll take more than accusations about my character and childish insults to get rid of me.”

You could have throttled him. Well, technically speaking, you couldn’t.

“Are you really that stubborn that you won’t leave me alone?”

“This isn’t about me. You’re having some sort of crisis and I don’t think hiding in your room like a recluse and drinking enough to kill a horse is doing you any good.”

He had you there.

“Right, well, what do you want me to do, Arnie? Because, that’s all I feel like doing right now. I don’t want to be looked at. Not when people look at me and see me as something I’m not. And, not when he’s there to remind me of what a failure I am as… not-a-woman.”

Rimmer cleared his throat.

“Well, then, perhaps I’d better leave. I wouldn’t want my masculinity to make you feel inadequate.”

Well, you certainly hadn’t expected that. Your eyes widened with shock. You stifled a laugh. The corners of your lips stretched into a smile, one you hid behind your fist. You chewed on your finger and turned your head away from him. He sent you a look of confusion and mild indignation.

“What’s so amusing?”

You shook your head.

“Nothing. Nothing.”

Rimmer placed his hands on his hips. Your body shook with laughter that you tried to keep as quiet as possible. You felt so mean but you couldn’t help it.

“You don’t think I’m masculine?”

You managed to compose yourself a bit to answer him, taking in several deep breaths.

“It’s not that! I’m so sorry, Arnie. You’re a perfectly acceptable man.”

“Then, why are you laughing?”

“It took me by surprise.”

Rimmer shook his head.

“I see how it is. Tell me, then, what is it that makes David Lister a veritable paragon of machismo?”

You chewed your nail, thinking for a moment. You paused. You sighed.

“I’m sorry for laughing at you, Arn. Will you please let me explain?”

After a moment of hesitation, he let out a huff.

“Very well. Go on.”

“Dave’s a proper laddy lad, you know? He’s confident in his own bloke-ish-ness. He’s, like, the quintessential bloke. He drinks beer, he tends to be handy to have around, he’ll shamelessly wear curry-stained clothes that haven’t been washed in a year,” you explained. “I mean, you’re far from laddy- and, no offence, you can be a bit pathetic sometimes- but you’re still a man. Cat’s a bit metrosexual but he’s taken seriously as a man. And, Kryten: he’s not even technically a man but that’s how we treat him and it’s probably right for him. You’re all men and you all do it so differently but it doesn’t change how people see that part of you.”

You folded your arms tightly over your chest.

“But, then there’s me. I’m not a woman. I’m not a man. But, it feels like because I’m not a man and all of you are, other than Holly, I’m a woman by default because I’m ‘closer to being a woman’ than the rest of you or something because that’s how I was born. So, I get it in my head that everyone sees me as a woman, because I’m driving myself mad with the ‘woman things’ I have. And, it really gets to me how you can all just be men so differently and effortlessly and I can’t have that for myself.”

You rolled your head back, squeezing your eyes shut.

“It’s no one’s fault how I was born or how I am- not even mine. But, I know it’s all down to me, to deal with how I’m feeling. So sorry for being a bitter, miserable prick. That’s why I was trying to avoid all of you until it stopped.”

You had been going on for so long about your abject misery that you had forgotten you were talking to Arnold Judas Rimmer, who Lister had once described as having all the gentleness of a prostate exam from Freddy Krueger. But, when you finally dared to look at him again, you were met with that same soft expression from earlier. Your shoulders sank, a sense of relief washing over you.

“You know, if you feel you must try to emulate Lister, his drinking habits certainly aren’t what I would attempt to mimic,” he finally said. “It makes him an idiot, not any more of a man.”

You laughed weakly. “I suppose you’re right.”

“And, for what it’s worth, I think you’re a perfectly acceptable… not-a-woman.”

“Thanks, Arn.”

He carried on looking at you, thoughtful. You stole another glance at him. When your eyes met, your heart skipped a beat and warmth flooded your stomach.

“You’re not actually going to do anything stupid, are you?”

“Probably not.”

He appeared dissatisfied by your answer.

“No. I’m not actually going to do anything stupid, Arn.”

“Good.”

You smirked.

“‘Good’ because me killing myself would somehow inconvenience you or ‘good’ because you care about me?”

He hesitated.

“A bit of both.”

You grinned.

“That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me. I’ll take that.”

“So, are you feeling better, then?”

“A bit. You don’t have to worry about me anymore. And, I’d say you’ve earned the right to tell them they were wrong about you being able to help me.”

He knitted his brows.

“How did you know about that?”

“Intuition.”

– – –

“Hang on a minute, are you seriously saying that Rimmer made you feel better?”

Lister leaned back in his chair, eyeing you incredulously and with clear unease.

You nodded.

“Yeah. He did.”

After Rimmer had helped you feel better, you didn’t mind that he was eager to parade you in front of the crew to tell them that he’d done a good job despite their misgivings.

“Arnold Rimmer?”

“Yep.”

“Arnold Judas Rimmer?”

“Yes.”

Lister got up and pointed directly at an indignant Rimmer.

“That git?”

“He might be a git-”

Rimmer folded his arms.

“Excuse me!”

“But I appreciated his help anyway.”

Lister huffed and sat back down.

“Well, I suppose all that matters is that you’re feeling better.”

Still, he seemed unsettled, while Rimmer was able to return to being smug. You thought it was kind of sweet, but it was obvious that Lister didn’t share that sentiment, judging by the way he was massaging his temple.

“And, to think,” Rimmer said with a self-satisfied smile. “You were so vehemently against me offering my counselling services.”

Cat casually strolled into the room, carefree as usual. When he passed you, he did a double-take, then he looked between Rimmer and Lister with confusion.

“Who’s that?”

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