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.
[ 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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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. ]