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.
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. ]
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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. ]
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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.
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[ 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. ]
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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.)]
But I don't think it's going to work like this.
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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. ]
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[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.
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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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]
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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.]
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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. ]