inappropriately timed force bond moments (both nsfw and humor approaches)
dream-sharing
emotional bleed/transference (from rey, involving other parties)
inappropriate force bond voyeurism on rey/poe or rey/finn
mid-conversation force bond interruption
The Rise of Skywalker- Cross-galaxy chase of the Resistance
anything related to ben solo, but especially:
snoke confessionals with family or friends of family
returning to the light
smuggler life style
jedi knight ben
resistance-fighter ben
The Rise of Skywalker- Force Ghost communications w/ Rey
anything related to supreme leader kylo ren, but especially:
fall via coup
resistance fighter reconditioning (gen or nsfw)
force ghost visits from anakin/luke/rey/leia/snoke
defeat by the resistance, and subsequent aftermath
The Rise of Skywalker- Mole Discovery w/ Hux
canto bight:
shady weapons deals
picking up prisoners
recruitment
obligatory dinner party
general casino shenanigans
beach party
basically any reason you can think of to use canto bight as a setting piece
A note on romance: I will ship all of the new trilogy characters with Kylo Ren (except Snoke/Family). But I have no interest in exploring domestic-style takes on them. Thank you for understanding.
[ She has to wonder how she lived before, never hearing her name said the way he does now, desperate and panting and straining to hold on. Like she is the beginning and end of everything.
Her lips drag away from his and she starts to rock her hips more than thrust once he braces her to help with the thrusting. Instead she grinds, shifting the angle he hits inside of her at, stirring his cock within the tight channel of her cunt. And oh, she shudders as his cockhead presses up at just the right point, but it won't last. He won't last, and she knows it.
She almost regrets it. Aches for more of this, to never lose this feeling of him hard and thick and filling her, but — If he comes, it only means he can devote himself entirely to bringing her over the edge after, without the distraction of his own throbbing arousal. So she cannot be truly sorry for it. ]
Inside. [ She says this urgently. ] Do it, Ben. Come for me. I want to feel it.
[As it turns out, he jumped the gun just a little for his deceleration about toppling over the edge. Preparing for an orgasm you thought you might never have amps up the anticipation just a bit too much, and there is a combination of Ben's expectation that it is coming and his desire to prolong the encounter.
Fortunately, the delay only means that Kira gets to witness him come apart piece by piece. His orgasm is a slow ramp that turns most of the skin on his body a dark purply red, save for where his bones are closest to the surface of his skin. Sweat gathers under the valleys of toned muscles as well as behind his ears and down his whole neck. Exhales become growls, and then loud swears and the drag of his nails up her abdomen.
She slips out of his grip, comes down hard on his cock, and that is it. He comes in one burst, and he struggles to reestablish his grip to keep her moving, to milk every ounce of spend from his body until he is a shuddering, quivering mess beneath her weight.
When there is nothing left of him, he collapses against her chest, blindly groping for some piece of her to hold onto.]
[ He's beautiful, a nebula collapsing, and the pain of his scrapes only helps her relish in it, arching and moaning her appreciation while she bucks on him, riding him through it. ]
Good. [ She wraps her arms solidly around him, holding him close, riding through his orgasm to try and milk more pleasure out of his cock while it's still stiff, while she still can. His cum warms her from the inside in a strange way, something she's never felt before, new and confusing and welcome. Rey threads her fingers through his hair and rocks with him while he trembles through the end. ]
That's it. You did so well, Ben.
[ She coaxes him with these compliments out of sheer greed, encouraging him that he might give this to her again, and again, and again. Eventually she cannot continue the work of her hips if she means to keep him inside of her, and so she settles into his lap, holding him in her cunt rather than futilely attempting to thrust onto him any more. ]
[He doesn't know what to do with all the praise she gives him, and it is evident in how the color sticks to his cheeks even as the rest of it slowly starts to bleed away as he comes down from his orgasm. Eventually, she stops moving across his lap, and it gives him the liberty to relax into the grip she offers, allowing her to cradle him.
He could fall asleep like this. He very nearly wants to fall asleep like this, even as his cock begins to ache some with how it softens inside of her. While her fingers comb through his hair, he sleepily tilts his chin up to place long, appreciative kisses at the skin of her neck.
Ben is reluctant to let go of her.]
That was...
[Words fail him as he exhales into her skin. He has no idea that she hasn't quite reached the same point he has.]
Oh, no, no, no. He's melting. She hadn't thought he'd start melting, languid and loose-limbed and gentle suddenly in how he nudges at her with his lips. Something cold creeps up her spine, cutting through the buzzing distraction of her arousal to chime that he has forgotten her. That, or he had never cared about her pleasure at all.
Anger starts, and Kira grapples with it. He would not cling to her so if he believed he had left her wanting, if he had used her out of hand and meant to dismiss her. She leans on his previous terror as proof of this, tries to reason through it. But she's not going to just sit there and accept it.
Her voice is strained, therefore, with holding down her rising frustration when she speaks. ]
'Was'? We're not done yet.
[ She rocks her hips meaningfully, trying to find friction against his pubic bone. When she can't hold onto anger at him, she lets fear of her own failure creep in. Like, maybe she should have been able to finish from that? One of them has to be to blame. She doesn't want it to be her. But an further way she phrases it just sounds like her own failing, and so she collapses into frustrated silence. ]
[He pauses in what he's doing and peels back, blinking in confusion. Were they...not done yet? Was there something else? He was pretty sure that once the ejaculation thing happened that they were done. He'd never known himself to get worked up again so soon after it had happened the first time.]
Uh. Okaaay...
[He's not exactly opposed to the idea. It had felt great, he loved every second of it but -- wow, he's tired. He's not really sure he can get to where he needs to be again.
That's about when she collapses into frustrated silence and stops moving, and he feels panic rise into his throat. Oh god, what did he fuck up?]
Hey, woah, what's--
[A thought occurs to him. If she's still trying to get pleasure out of him had that meant...
He can't assume. But that also means that he has to try and be honest.]
L-look, Kira, I've...really never done this before. Tell me what's wrong.
[ Her voice pitches on it, incredulous. Hadn't she made it obvious enough? Maybe not. He was, after all, exceptionally stupid. Still, it takes every ounce of her thin self control to keep from smacking him for it. ]
You're the only one who finished.
[ Certainly that much was obvious. Any tell tale sign of orgasm was distinctly missing. Where he'd thrashed and strained and spent himself in her, Kira had never succumbed to any of it. He didn't have to have done this before to know what a karking orgasm looked like. Even Kira knew that, and she'd only sated her own physical urges in the past in the most perfunctory way, and sparingly at that.
Because hormones are running high and she's trying to bite down on that anger, frustrated tears sting the corners of her eyes. To be left at the hypersensitive high, unresolved, has made her tetchier, she thinks. ]
[Ah, there it is. Ben mumbles with some obvious embarrassment. No, he hadn't noticed. He was too caught up in his own orgasm to notice that she had not come with him. He'd always thought girls were different. Girls were always a mystery. He'd had this picture-esque image that was probably unrealistic and typical for a cis dude.
Whoops.]
Right. You're right. Then we're not done.
[The spike of panic has done wonders to chase away his exhaustion. Sure, physically he's still boneless, but there is a very real anxiety setting in now that he realizes how wholly he fucked up.
He thinks back to what she had attempted to do. Somehow, he doesn't think spitting inside of her will help the process along, given that he can still feel his own cum leaking out around his soft cock. (He really should get her off of him. It hurts pretty bad now. But admittedly, he's a little scared to do that right this second.)]
[ No. It's certainly not. He's gone entirely soft, so Kira picks herself up off his lap. His cock slips free with a wet sound, leaving a sticky trail down both of their thighs. She shifts and takes a seat beside him instead, looking flushed and frustrated and not entirely sure how she ought to position herself instead.
Honestly, she'd be better off doing it herself at this point. She's not convinced he's going to get her there at all if he'd believed that he somehow had already. Briefly she presses her thighs together, squeezing to savor the friction to alleviate some of the latent itch of her unattended arousal, which has now turned to discomfort, worse for how well-used her cunt is, sore with stretching.
He obviously feels like a fool. She can sense his latent panic even without looking at him. It doesn't stop her from wanting to snap at him for being an idiot. ]
You made it seem like you knew what you were doing. Do you?
[ No more fucking around. If she's gotta give him instructions, she wants to know now. Kira misses the plan where they just gave each other handies and moved on. That seems less fraught. ]
[He hesitates only for a second because he doesn’t want to lose more reputation points, but Kira is kind of scary when she is mad and honesty is probably the best policy here. He almost tacks on a “ma’am” at the end there, but that feels like overkill.
Still, he recognizes that his answer is probably undesirable, and there’s a lot of shape wrapped up in that wet sound of his cock hitting his thigh. The question feels somewhat rhetorical — after all, if he had known what he was doing, he likely would not have mistaken her for also reaching her peak.]
But I’ll give you whatever you need. As much as you need.
[ That assurance seems to soothe some of her tension, but it can't do everything. This particular tension is bodily, bone-deep and aching, born out of being left in the lurch as she had been. So ready, and so disappointed. She shifts her legs to get him between them, a stubborn and petulant look in her eyes. ]
Come here. [ Her voice is hard, preventing the summons from being any kind of sultry. But there is, at least, the sight of his semen dripping out of her to consider. Her folds are flushed and sore and shining in the dim light of the cabin. ] Use your hand again.
[ She could guide him once he got started, at least. ]
[Ben might have got distracted by the sight, were it not for the whip-crack of Kira's tone. He turns toward her, kneeling between the spread of her legs so that he is hanging over her slightly when he takes his pointer and his middle finger to slip inside of her.
He is almost surprised by how easy it is, but he does not dare comment on it. It's hard to tell whether its actually easy, or whether he is just that eager to fix the damage he'd done. Rather than wait for instruction, he continues what he had been doing before he'd toppled over the edge. She'd seemed to like it when he curled his fingers but--
Well, everything feels swollen and such, so he refrains from that until told.]
[ It's good, yes, and his fingers are thick and long. It should be satisfying. But it's not. Now that she's had his cock, she can't quite feel satisfied with just his two fingers. The stretch isn't as full, as novel. She whines and squirms, savoring the pooling warmth in her belly but constantly grappling with this faintly hollow ache that tells her she needs more of him.
Her hips rock, swallowing his fingers to the knuckle, trying to control the pace and intensity that she might push herself through the slight stinging discomfort of the intrusion. She'd gone too roughly with taking his cock for her first time, and he was too big. Each thrust comes paired with a faint sting, but Kira relishes it with small, satisfied noises.
But it all grows faintly more frustrated as just thrusting onto his fingers doesn't get her anywhere either, just like their rutting with him inside of her hadn't. ]
Here.
[ She grabs his wrist, then drags her own fingers up to the apex of her slit, pulling back the fleshy hood protecting her clit and exposing it with a sudden shiver. It's oversensitive. ]
Like before, with your thumb.
[ He'd been nudging at it. It had been working. She could cry with how frustrating it is to try and guide him through what she could have done faster and more efficiently herself after she'd successfully brought him over the edge. But he is smart enough to keep his mouth shut, to stay intent on remedying it.
If only she can convince her body not to be too overstimulated and raw to accept it now. ]
[Like before. He takes that as permission. First, he lets her guide him to the small bundle of nerves, and rubs them as asked. He starts slow when he sees her shiver, and when he spots how swollen with blood everything still is.
A swallow slips past his nerves. At the same time, he curls his fingers inside of her when she attempts to pull back from a thrust, and he hope sit has a similar effect to what his original attempts had on her.
It doesn't feel like enough, but -- as stated, he really has no idea what he is doing. So, absently, he smooths at the skin on her inner thigh with his other calloused hand in an attempt to work through his nervous energy.]
[ It happens by small measures. His gentleness helps her slip back into it gradually. Her head lolls back, eyes drifting shut, and like she's sinking into a warm bath, Kira lets the pleasure wash over her. Her hips roll and squirm with his movements, but more noticeable is the way that her lips part and her cheeks flush and her breath grows ragged.
Oh, it's good.
She's oversensitive, still, and occasionally his thumb catches too directly against her clit and she shudders, twitching with her whole body, a single convulsion that rights herself, puts him back in safe territory. Her cunt is slick with their mixed fluids, his cum dribbling out of her with each thrust of his fingers, leaking out around her stretched opening. The flush spreads gradually down her chest, her nipples stiff against the cold recycled air.
Kira makes a series of soft, appreciative, noises and her chest heaves as trembling breaths twitch in her throat, rasped and unexpected. His fingers aren't quite as deft as hers, but he's diligent, and the foreignness of it keeps her from figuring out what to expect, which is its own appeal. ]
[Watching her squirm over his fingers and feeling his own cum slip between his knuckles is an experience he hadn't quite expected to be so aroused by. There's something about seeing her so vulnerable, enjoying just the simple attention from his fingers that enraptures him. He can feel himself starting to get hard again -- but he tries not to think about that so much this time.
Kira might kill him.
Still, it grants him some boldness. By now, he has figured out that the little nub she had directed him toward is the key to her pleasure -- rub it too hard, and she twitches out of his control. Go too soft or infrequently, and she squirms impatiently to get more friction. It gives him an idea, sparked from the way she had spit on him to offer more lubricant when she was trying to jerk him off with her hand.
He twists his fingers inside of her in favor of slipping down off the bed. It messes with the rhythm of his fingers some when he drags her to the edge of it, leaning in to replace his thumb with an experimental drag of his tongue.
It leaves a saltiness on his tongue he wasn't quite expecting -- he wouldn't call it pleasant, but it isn't enough of a deterrent to keep him from watching her for a reaction.]
[ Like she's been struck by lightning, Kira jolts under the sudden lave of his tongue. Her eyes snap wide and flutter and she draws her gaze full down to search his out. She can't fathom it until she sees his mouth there between her legs, and even that she doesn't have a schema to suitably process.
Wonder has softened all the hard edges of her expression. His tongue is firm yet pliant in ways his fingers are not, smooth and slick and at no such risk of overstimulating her if he rubs too hard. ]
Perfect.
[ It doesn't sound like it's meant for him. More of a whispered observation as it strikes her, really. She threads her fingers through his hair, squeezing tight to pull him in closer against her cunt, encouraging him. To further the point, she rocks her hips up, whines as her clit drags against his lower lip by force of her own will. Her muscles contract around his fingers, squeezing him, trying in vain to hold him inside. ]
bringing it back to drakstaden because there's nothing here to stop me
[It had been raining for nearly a week, and suffice to say that Kylo Ren was tired of staying indoors -- even with the curfew in place and various areas of the lower city beginning to flood. They just couldn't drain the water fast enough. It is one of the few things keeping him from busting out into the streets: they couldn't afford to leave their newly found safe space until they absolutely needed to. Once they opened the door, it would flood up their calves and the space would be unusable.
Of course, it was convenient now -- with their names plastered as fugitives and the rest of Ophelia separated from them, the flood was the only thing keeping the Vakdir from chasing them down into the slums. It bought them time to mess with the tech they had stolen...or, it would have, if they hadn't been told not to activate it.
Kylo Ren cannot help his urge to pace, scratching at the presently useless magitek around his neck.]
The second we leave, they are going to be on us again.
[He is stating the obvious, of course -- but he'd never been cramped in one spot in his adult life for so long, let alone with another person. He does not know what to do but state the obvious. It's dark. It's cold. It's damp. And they are being hunted like animals.]
[ rey has the device in her hands. she has since they settled in this cramped space, and though she has not yet taken tools to it, or taken the risk of moving any components on it lest they risk activating it, she has been analyzing it in every way she can from the outside. searching it for answers helps her pass the time, just as rifling through star destroyers had passed it on jakku.
there is an art to waiting.
pacing isn't it. kylo ren's impatience at the edge of her awareness wears on her, but she keeps chewing on the inside of her cheek in that borrowed technique for keeping herself quiet, thoughtful, in place of some outburst.
rey knows, though, that you have to keep your head on the present moment and off the looming fear. the city is on the verge of ruin. the rebellion has only gotten worse, and if they stay, it will surely swallow itself. if she worries only about the device in front of her, she won't think about those things. but kylo ren breaks her spell by speaking. of course he does.
she lifts her eyes from where she sits on the floor with the piece of tech. ]
Not long enough for you to be asking that question.
[ not by her standards, anyway. not as long as she had waited on jakku. hardly even long enough for her to start thinking about their supplies, though they will need to soon. she hates it too, though. the rain makes it less tolerable than jakku had been. it's a different kind of poverty in the slums here. sicker. ]
[Kylo Ren's temper snaps like a rubber band when Rey gives him an order, and he whirls on her to loom over where she is sitting. His shoulders are tight, his fists are clenched, and there is something murderous in his eyes -- but it passes like a stormcloud once he gets a good look at her face. The tension doesn't quite bleed out of him all the way, but he turns it away from her before too long.]
Our time here was meant to be short.
[He starts to reach for the magitek again, but aborts the motion half way, opening and closing a fist in midair. Its an awkward gesture, especially when he is garbed as he is -- in threadbare clothing, arms scarred and on display.
Eventually, he turns back around and looks down at the tech in her hands.]
Perhaps we can exchange it for clearance to depart from here unmolested.
[ she snaps that out. it's a matter of principle. talk of bartering for things draws it out of her, makes her think of what precisely people would sell to get out of desperate situations. a droid. a daughter. ]
We're not putting it in the Vakdir's hands.
[ it's beyond unacceptable to her. in order for it to be worth their escape, it would have to be a weapon or contain some intelligence. that's not worth giving up for their escape. ]
Ophelia will come back for us. The rest of the team will find us. We just have to sit tight.
[The way Rey snaps at him has him recoiling just slightly -- enough that he straightens his posture and furrows his brow down at her. He'd not been expecting such a strong objection.]
They will not. We are only two people. For all we know, they may be gone already and we may be stranded.
[He'd been reaching out to try and feel someone familiar, but the population was too dense. It was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. So instead, he gestures down at the tech.]
If Rost wanted it, then it is either a scrambler or a weapon.
[He pauses, licking his lips uncomfortably before crouching down in front of her to get a better look at it without demanding that she hand it to him.]
[ the force bond fills in what he won't say. an extra sense -- or an extra limb, more like. she intuits his intentions as easily as her own now. she passes the device off to him with a stubborn resentment that drives her to her feet and to the door.
for a while, she doesn't address him. only peers out the window at the storm, as if she'll be able to see from down here when it's liable to let up. some sinking part of her wonders if it never will, if the water will just flood in eventually because it rises high enough to swallow the whole level. ]
They'll come back for us.
[ she repeats it then, quieter, firmer. but her hands are fists now. already, though, her thoughts are spiraling to other possibilities for her to latch onto: rost could come looking for them instead. they won't just be left down here. they'll only have to remain until it's safe, until the storm ends. ]
[Kylo stays quiet in his squatting position for a while, fiddling with the tech. He's not the expert here -- she is. But he smooths his fingers over it all the same. His muscles tighten reflexively as her tension bounces across the bond.
Softly, he offers:]
Like your parents came for you?
[Harsh, perhaps. But something that obviously needed saying. With it said, he stands and turns, tech still cradled in his bare hands.]
We are replaceable to them. There is a fair chance they have already assumed us dead.
[He taps the jewel in the choker around his neck uselessly.]
[ the 'them' he's talking about could just as easily have been her parents, and his. up until the next comment, anyway. they'd both been replaceable to them too. it makes her expression as she looks back at him flushed and furiously defensive. the cramped quarters aren't doing anything for either of their tempers. only driving them to jab at one another.
if she were feeling generous, she would acknowledge he had at least tried to soften his honesty. she would acknowledge that he was right, and that she had thought it first, then buried the thought. she is not feeling generous. ]
Don't.
[ the word is brittle. don't bring them into this, don't force the comparison into words. ophelia is different. ophelia is good. even for all that, though, his arguments are sound. she twitches her nose as she glances away, trying to work back the stinging of her eyes. ]
You hate being trapped here so badly, come up with a better plan than throwing ourselves at the mercy of those monsters.
[ and stop going for the jugular with her. it's obvious now that she's displacing some of her resentment that he has brought up her parents onto the fact that he's twitchy and ready to leave, like he can't stand to be stuck alone with her that long. he'd leave too, if he got the chance. ]
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