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.
[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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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. ]