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ĸylo ren ([personal profile] sololoquy) wrote2018-12-23 07:46 am

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WISHLIST (TROS SPOILERS)


anything force-bond related, but especially:
  • slow-burn corruption (either direction)

  • 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.
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[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-03-15 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hearing how he aches for her relays the feeling more keenly. For a moment she pulls her finger out entirely, straightening her back. It's a long enough moment for the cold and the loss to close in between them, but then something wet drips down his backside.

Her fingers move her spit around against his entrance, using it so she can slide both in at once. Not as slowly, this time. Bolder. She's getting impatient too. Otherwise unoccupied, her other hand reaches between her thighs and rubs over the seam of her pants as though trying to alleviate a mere itch.

She doesn't have words for this; only rasped breath answers him, louder when echoed in the void between them.
]
forcevisions: (yeah tell him that)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-03-24 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ She can feel him starting to teeter towards an ending, and some part of her is hungry for it, wants to hear him bite through it, wants to feel him tremble and thrash and shake apart. The early shudder gives her a taste for it, and her fingertips curl, ready to pull him the rest of the way, but—

Instead she stops abruptly.
]

Not yet. Shhh, not yet.

[ She rubs her hand up over his bare skin, trying to soothe him through the loss of that intrusion. Her other hand reaches for his, to stay his movements before he brings himself over the edge without her. ]

I want to give you more.

[ More like she wants to watch him take more, but that's fundamentally the same thing here. ]

Do you have anything handy?
forcevisions: (i wish i knew you when i was young)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-03-24 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
I won't be.

[ She rubs her hand up along his spine, pressing herself along his back. Now that his hand has given up the effort of tugging himself along, she rests her own hand over his erection, a warm but unmoving promise. She wants to keep him with her, not frustrate him into pulling away. ]

Not if you keep yourself open to me.

[ All this time keeping herself cut off from him had taught her something about how it crept in. She feels quite sure of that. Sure enough to stake his satisfaction and dignity on it, at least; it's worth noting that she is much less engaged for her own part, clothed and in control. ]
forcevisions: (two strangers in the bright light)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-03-24 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Some part of her is surprised by his ready compliance. Oh, the shame is there. He's humiliated by his own eager surrender; it churns in the bond, eating away at it like an acid. But he gives himself over to it anyway. Desperate, maybe; it doesn't take a deep delve into his mind to recognize how unsatisfying his efforts to fulfill these needs elsewhere have been.

But more likely than desperation is a reluctant, begrudging acceptance of how natural this state is for him. Surrendering himself to another's will. She's not so self-loathing as to consider herself remotely akin to Snoke — rather, the fact that she will care for him, treat him tenderly, these are the things that salve the wounds Snoke had left in him.

That's what he wants so badly that it makes him willing to bend with only brief protest.

She reaches out, her touch gentle as she pulls his hair back out of his face to get a better look at him like this. There's something loving in that gesture, affectionate and patient despite the thrumming need that runs through the tether holding them here.
]

Trust me.

[ His surrender has opened the bond wider, and with it dilated like this, she is afforded a blurry picture of his surroundings. Sharper the closer they are to his body. She takes the bottle, clear and present as if it were here in the rusted out Rebel base with her, and pours generously into her hand. It's cold enough to deliver a shock, and her body heat only warms it a little before she smears it down the pale curve of his ass. ]
forcevisions: (you and i were fireworks)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-04-22 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's a shame.

In fact, she takes it hard, a visible set in her jaw. She'd hoped — but it doesn't matter. Just because he's not rolling over now doesn't mean he won't. If anything, she won't let it take away that she's seen and felt his longing now, his loneliness. She knows that it's eating away at him, and not in the way that will only make him lash out more.

He'll turn. She just has to give him time, and hope.

Rey makes quick work of slathering lubricant on the toy as well. Its texture makes grooves that are hard to get to, and rather than waste time, she accepts that as good enough. Like so many things, settled for.

And when she presses the tip of it to his entrance, she pushes with a little too great a force. There's no testing. Just certainty that after her slim fingers, he'll be able to stretch for this reasonably quickly. He'll have to settle for the fact that it's a little rough and a little abrupt too.
]

Touch yourself. [ She notes this as a reminder, but her voice is rough.And, truth be told, she's eager. Eager to hear the sounds he makes and watch him curl and buck and — Anticipation shortens her breath. She notices it now, as she shunts the toy in a couple inches, twisting it as if that will help spread the lubricant inside of him. At the very least, its uneven bulk shifts in him in interesting ways. ]

Unless you don't think you'll need to. [ There's some darkness curling on her tongue, apparent in her readiness to remind him how desperate he is for this, how he's begging her to humiliate him. ] What do you think, Ben? Would this be enough for you?
forcevisions: (we coulda got so high)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-04-22 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ He sounds like an animal in pain. Only the bond assures her that it's not pain, and that the way he squirms and writhes is a product of primal desire, not desperation to escape. The sound makes her body clench and release, a warmth spilling in her panties.

The way that he wants to bite back and grapple with her strikes Rey's mind, pouring off of him, telling her that she has to be the one in control. So she won't relieve that ache with him here; she'll wait until he's gone and she's alone in her bunk. (And when she does, tears will come because he's still far away from her, and the next day she will go on as if none of this had happened and hold him at bay again. Edging him to desperation for the contact and understanding only she can offer him.)

He suppresses that fighting instinct to beg instead. She brings up her other hand to stroke his hip, smoothing back over the slope of his pale cheek when he does. Good.

Her other hand works the toy, drawing it back before easing it in deeper. It goes more smoothly this time, but only to a point. She gets the length in smoothly to the point where the base widens, and he's not stretched enough for that. Its progress slows. She takes it painstakingly, soothing him through it by rubbing her hand over his ass.
]

You're doing so good.

[ She praises him softly and kisses the bow of his lower back, leaning just barely over him. It's a wonder, the way he opens up for her, the way he humbles himself — but they both need this release. She marvels over him, something warm and genuine in her eyes despite the way almost brutal way she digs into him. ]
forcevisions: (now you're here it's been so long)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-04-22 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ She unearths her name from him and she realizes it's what she's been waiting for. That strained, sloppy prayer. She seethes out her exhale against his skin, savoring this moment. It will be gone soon, and she will be back to waiting.

Distantly, in the back of her mind, she registers the way his hand slows. It's a full body awareness, the way they trade back and forth when the bond has dilated like this. She doesn't need to look or feel the twitch of muscle in his back helping his arm to move slower. She just knows.
]

Yes. [ She encourages him, suddenly hungry for it. She starts a steady rhythm, settling on pushing it in only as far as he could take it and pumping rather than trying to urge him to take more. ] I want to hear you.

[ That begging, the way he cried and groaned and strained — from the effort of holding himself back, of taking her in. It's a facsimile, this toy. Just like this moment. Of something that could have been, but wasn't. She bites down on tears that try to come early. She strangles it, and her voice is slightly hoarse when she says— ]

Tell me how it feels, Ben.
forcevisions: (i love you)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-04-22 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ This is better, she thinks. This convulsing incoherence. The flush of his pale skin, the choked aborted sounds of his pleasure as he tries to follow her command. If he had been able to get the words out, they wouldn't have been as beautiful as this.

She works him through his climax, slowing her movements until his pleas have cried off and his body slumps with the fatigue of his ending. Then she pulls the toy free and lets it tumble uselessly to the floor. It has no place here anymore, between them.

Only then does Rey crawl up over him and cradle her body against his again, matching the curve of his spine, wrapping around him and burying her face against his shoulder blade. She doesn't say anything more — she just holds him. Her body aches and chafes, seeking friction, but it's a distant thing now; despite it, she is sated. Just breathing him in.
]
forcevisions: (so friday night)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-04-22 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He reaches back for her, and her heart expands in her chest. Some part of her wants to cry for him, but she saves her tears. The fight's not over. This fight, the push and pull between the two of them, isn't over. So she bites down on it and lets the way he cradles her head feed her hope instead.

Slowly, she shifts, picks herself up to help him turn over. His sticky ending will leave a stain on her clothing, but the lubricant already has. It's a foregone conclusion. She wants to see his face. Red and fatigued and close.

As soon as he has turned over, she rests her forehead to his. Their breath synchronizes, and she reaches one hand up to cradle his face. She had spent so much of this seeming a distant figure, a ghost haunting him, yet she can't help but be here with him now the moment the opportunity presents itself.
]

Ben ...

[ She doesn't have anything to follow that with. It's just soft and yearning, a promise. ]
forcevisions: (my name is whatever you decide)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-04-23 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
No, there isn't.

[ She says it sadly. Her thumb smears the tears away from his cheek. It's an effort to wipe them away, to soothe him, but the truth is that the tears don't go away. They just rub in. That's the way of these things. ]

You can still come home.

[ Some part of her had hoped they might make it through this without her having to offer it, that he would know why she was here. That he would let it sink in over time that she had come here, offered this to him implicitly again, but—

He won't.

He's still so far away. He's here, in her arms, and still so far away.
]

Please, Ben.
forcevisions: (who quit too late)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-04-23 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Like this, she realizes the mistake she has made. Opening him to her has also opened her to him. She's vulnerable, and he's crawling in. It will be hard to close the connection again. Harder than the last time, every time. Harder to refuse him, though she knows there is no other possibility. ]

Your home is with me.

[ Surely he feels that like she does. She knows he does. She stays close to him even as she can feel them splitting apart. It's like losing a limb. ]

And being there would kill me.