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.
[ 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. ]
[He is totally exhausted and spent, but he feels her weight at his back and -- he wants more. All he can really do is weakly reach behind him to place one large hand on her head. He is laying in a pool of his own fluids, but that isn't why he wants to turn over -- the stickiness on his stomach will wash away with a long shower.
He might be spent, but he can feel through the bond how she resists furthering her own arousal. Whether or not she wants him to know, he can feel how she aches for him, just as he aches for her.
One of them will cave, one day. Really cave, and cross the galaxy to return to the other.
He fights to find the energy to turn himself over so that they would be face to face. His intent is clear -- so long as the bond holds them, he will haunt her the same way she haunts him.]
[ 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. ]
[Her heart aches, he can feel the way that she pushes tears down, but it doesn't halt the transfer of emotion. He does not resist as she does -- but his tears are angrier. He's not necessarily resentful of her (he yearns for her because of her traits that don't belong to him, after all), but resentful of the circumstances that have put them on opposite ends of the war.
They both know that she cannot make good on her promise, not if Kylo Ren succeeds in his task of ending resistance across the galaxy, and installing a proper autocracy with him at its helm. And even still, he rests her cheek in her hand and closes his eyes to keep more tears from coming and falling down his cheeks.
Even after he's committed to his own fall, he can still feel how it all tears him apart straight down the center of his soul.]
There is still room for you. Here.
[It comes just as desperate as how he had howled for her just a few moments ago. He already knows the answer -- but he has to try, and so when she refuses, he can steel himself for what comes next as he'd done many times before.]
[ 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. ]
[And everywhere. But he doesn't say that. He feels the moisture spread across his cheeks, inhaling and slowly exhaling his tension away. Hearing the refusal grounds him.
A swallow slowly sifts his compassion to the bottom of his stomach, away from his reach where it belongs. In a gesture that mirrors her own, he sifts his fingers through his hair. A tender sort of reassurance, something coaxing and equally yearning.]
[ 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. ]
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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. ]
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He might be spent, but he can feel through the bond how she resists furthering her own arousal. Whether or not she wants him to know, he can feel how she aches for him, just as he aches for her.
One of them will cave, one day. Really cave, and cross the galaxy to return to the other.
He fights to find the energy to turn himself over so that they would be face to face. His intent is clear -- so long as the bond holds them, he will haunt her the same way she haunts him.]
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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. ]
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They both know that she cannot make good on her promise, not if Kylo Ren succeeds in his task of ending resistance across the galaxy, and installing a proper autocracy with him at its helm. And even still, he rests her cheek in her hand and closes his eyes to keep more tears from coming and falling down his cheeks.
Even after he's committed to his own fall, he can still feel how it all tears him apart straight down the center of his soul.]
There is still room for you. Here.
[It comes just as desperate as how he had howled for her just a few moments ago. He already knows the answer -- but he has to try, and so when she refuses, he can steel himself for what comes next as he'd done many times before.]
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[ 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.
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[And everywhere. But he doesn't say that. He feels the moisture spread across his cheeks, inhaling and slowly exhaling his tension away. Hearing the refusal grounds him.
A swallow slowly sifts his compassion to the bottom of his stomach, away from his reach where it belongs. In a gesture that mirrors her own, he sifts his fingers through his hair. A tender sort of reassurance, something coaxing and equally yearning.]
I am home.
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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.