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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.
forcevisions: (we coulda got so high)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-23 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not Snoke.

[ yes. that's very apparent from the fact that she leans in so close to his face that they're exchanging breath at this point. no. there's a warmth between them that the dark side alone could never create. it stirs now, in the bond. ]

He's gone. You have nothing to fear, anymore.

[ and that's really the crux of it. their fears, luke and snoke alike, had been eliminated from the galaxy. this should be a victory, but for the fact that they are both held back by the people those fears made them into. ]
forcevisions: (i wish i knew you when i was young)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-23 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the ability to sense his intent as clearly as she can — not just the usual anticipation that the force provides, but really see it in him before it happens — means she's never surprised when he sweeps into this anymore. it lacks mystery and uncertainty, but it also leaves her feeling ... full. content.

she knows she has him, beyond the shadow of doubt, and that's something better.

her eyes drift shut — they were halfway there already — and she tightens her grip on the front of his tunic, pulling him in by it. if anything were going to chase off the ghosts, it'd be this. she whines into his mouth, her other hand pushing up into his hair. without hesitation she melts against him, finding familiar footing in this embrace.

the road had been ugly, and they'd lost pieces of themselves along the way, parts had come loose, but for this ... she would do all of it again.
]
forcevisions: (baby i got mine)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-23 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ her teeth tease his lower lip. she may wear all the decorations of a regent, but she is still the feral animal she has always been, made comfortable in a life that does not really belong to her. when he opens up to her, she devours him, as though she had only been waiting for permission.

it is not an antidote to his pain, only a suppressant, but it will serve.

rey reaches up from his tunic to unclasp his cape, letting it gather on the ground around him with that sturdy thump of heavy material. it says what they aren't. what the silent space between them has implied from the moment he took her hand to guide her to this spot. there is one thing which they can always offer one another.

she starts to lean back onto the wide desk in front of the theed throne, but her own cape catches, pulls her shoulders back. a grunt comes out. she's still not used to it. it goes too.
]
forcevisions: (we coulda got so high)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-24 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ a thousand tacitly exchanged feelings and thoughts make acting upon their passion a seamless enterprise. even their breath rises and falls together. it happens automatically, slipping into the comfort provided by the bond. it should feel tainted, somehow, knowing that snoke was the one who had bridged the gap, to turn this potential they had into something so all-consuming, but ...

it doesn't.

his influence cannot negate the comfort and belonging that it brought. with her skirts around her thighs, rey circles him in her legs and pulls his hips flush to hers. he's warm and sturdy there between her thighs in a way that feels like home. a scant familiarity in a strange world.

she catches his mouth in a kiss, then turns her chin up and guides him to her throat. this has always been the way of it, for them. instructive — that's a cold word for it. but a willingness to hear and meet the other's needs.

this need comes through clear as day, drowning out the doubts and fears and insecurities that threaten to drown them in distance. she needs him. needs him to show that even if this is all wrong, they are not. that he can be satisfied as long as he just has her, just as she stumbles blindly through this with him as her anchor.

leveraging the hitch of her legs around him, rey bucks her hips up against his, savoring the way the friction both satisfies and exacerbates her slow-building fever. her hands drift down to his belt to continue their work undressing him. it is a brazen confidence that allows her to no longer fear intrusion upon this, or perhaps more importantly, to know that such an intrusion would not stop or humiliate her or demand explanation. not anymore.
]
forcevisions: (so friday night)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-24 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
I know what you want.

[ she ducks her head to whisper it into his ear as he reaches the tendons of her throat and the protrusion of her collarbone. though she can't see, she can feel — what he feels, too. not just the awareness of her fingers fumbling to unclasp the belt around his tunic and then pull it up, out of the way of his waistband and pants. (she doesn't bother to pull his tunic off here and now — there's a franticness about this that she does not want to lose.) but ... a stirring, too. heat. desire.

that unfulfilled promise lingers between them. maybe he doesn't hate her. maybe he doesn't know what he feels about all of this yet. but he has been holding back. perhaps it's not about want, then, but need, visceral and consuming, to let that out.

his tunic belt clatters to the ground, pushed off the desk by her elbow as she gets the waistband of his pants open. her hands plant on the curve of his waist and slide down inside the loose top of his pants to settle at his hips and squeeze. she ruts against him again.
]

Don't hold back on me.

[ there is, of course, no need for speech between them. that she groans this out is then ostensibly so that he can hear this almost plea on her lips. ]
forcevisions: (i'll be as honest as you'll let me)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-24 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the pain sparks like fireworks, sudden and bright and overwhelming, but dulls to ember just as fast. that dim, glowing heat lingers, reminding her of everywhere he's been. she shudders, tensing and bucking into the contact instead of flinching away from it; though it hurts, it feels real. this is primal and animal, offering reprieve from the cold distance of civility, from the silent unease of his efforts to submit himself to her.

she cries out, a gasping sound that encourages him on, and when he loosens his grip on her, she withdraws her hands to support herself on her elbows so she can look down on him with dark and hungry eyes. as she helps him strip her out of her underwear, there's a sense of loss — a lack of friction that the stiff evidence of her effect on him had provided with each rocking motion — but also anticipation that tightens her gut.

and here is softness, near reverence. she reaches down to tousle his hair, to thread her fingers through it and snag and pull just a little too hard until she can feel the sting of it creeping up the back of her neck too. this is what she wants from him. that stinging attention that will take as long to fade as those bruises.

not for the first time she is struck by how beautiful he looks, crouched between her thighs, teeth bared. the galaxy be damned, it is the sense of ownership she feels over him like this that makes this worth it. he's always been a dog of the first order, but he's her dog now. tame, perhaps, but with a bit of the wolf not entirely bred out of him. she bites down on her lip and her heel bears down between his shoulder blades to draw him closer, permission and demand in the same stroke.
]
forcevisions: (tired of all these cameras flashing)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-25 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ oh stars, she hadn't expected that. the steady drag of his lips over her clit does more to arch her back and draw her to him than his efforts to pull her over to the edge of the desk had. what starts as a noise of surprise lapses into a low grunt. rey's never been good at keeping quiet (never needed to), but the sounds she makes aren't lilting and soft either. they come from the bottom of her gut.

through the bond she can taste the tang of her own arousal on his lips. it slicks the way for his fingers to slide inside the warm damp of her, spreading her open for him. the hand that isn't preoccupied with steering the back of his head reaches out to grip the edge of the table to steady herself. she needs that anchor already.

her thighs twitch with the attention of his mouth, her whole body retreating from the direct attention, but he has her by the hips and she doesn't really want to go anywhere except that it's so much to take in. her fingernails scrape against the hard underneath of the lip of the desk.

his slowness, his caution, gives her time to get used to the feeling, to accustom herself to his presence. and it creates an opportunity for a fluttering impatience to crawl up the back of her throat, something building steadily. rey tries to plead with him but the syllables come out in nonsense. it comes through clearer in feelings and impressions that share freely across their connection, but still a chaotic jumble of need and instantaneous, instinctual feedback.

she uses his back for leverage, bucks her hips to draw his fingers in deeper, to swing up into his mouth and demand his tongue back against her clit. she can't budge far — one of his arms, at least, still holds her hip securely — but it sends a message. her fingers curl in his hair, nails scraping his scalp. the kind of gesture that begs to show him the way.

the hand gripping the table loosens and lets go, traveling instead over the material still covering her abdomen, her breasts. seeking to stir something and add to that steady warmth he floods her with. can he feel it? does it roll over him, this fever, as it takes hold of her?
]
forcevisions: (comes from the underground)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-29 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ desire hoods her eyes as she looks down at him, and though the bond makes it so that she can feel the sticky smear of fluids across his face, seeing him flushed and eager and wet with her arousal mixing into his own spit. she would have him looking like this all the time, if she could. hungry and wet with his cock out.

as sad as she is to lose his hand on her hip, she can feel how it moves, and a smile spreads across her face as he takes time only to do what's necessary for him to withstand the continued denial of satisfying her. the ache he feels come through too. she understands it.

once, she had believed him her better. that he would be the one leading the way, leading their people, leading her. but she has come to understand ben. what he needs, and what she does.
]

It's alright. [ her voice is soft with permission. ] Touch yourself.

[ she wrests her arm free of one strap of her dress and pulls her neckline down to expose one of her breasts. cold air prickles her skin and she pinches her nipple until it stings. this motion she pairs with the hard yank of his hair. hard enough that she can feel it too.

with a grunt rey drops her head to the desk and arches her back, rocking back and forth in time with his fingers, with his tongue. she's able to lose herself in that rhythm. the fever inside of her starts to swell, converting to a tension that flexes her thighs and has her pulling him closer. and trembling.
]
forcevisions: (i'll be as honest as you'll let me)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-29 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the erratic nature of his attention, torn between his own pleasure and hers, drags her final ascent out, leaving her softly whimpering and bucking her hips, pleading for more with every sense. that need tightens and twists the bond between them in time with the way she pulls him in by her heels. and in it, a sort of enveloping friction from the way he ruts against his palm, unfamiliar to her and yet familiar in how it reads from him.

in abstraction, it is satisfying enough to know that he had waited for her permission, to have such acute control over him as to decide even how he satisfies himself. and more than that, to be offered such apparent proof of how he loves serving her like this. but it goes deeper. he's a phantom part of her, which further stimulated leaves her gasping.

the tremor turns to a quake. she's coming undone. that certainty ripples out with the rest.

the high ceilings of the throne room catch her cries and echo them around the empty space. she yowls like an animal, thrashing under him, trying simultaneously to hold onto the contact and flinch away from how it overwhelms her. tears sting her eyes, but not from pain. it's just so much. so much that she can't pull air into her lungs.

her heels scramble along the length of his spine until finally she gets enough leverage to push herself back just enough for a moment's relief. she slumps back against the desk, gasping. slowly, her fingertips comb back through his hair, and the rhythmic, absent gesture soothes her as she starts to come down.
]
forcevisions: (they're gonna give you a smirk)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-30 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ the first time she starts to lift her head, a dizziness claims her. she slides her legs against his shoulders just to feel more of the contact, to stir that warmth, to bask in the ambient glow that lingers with her ending. his head tilts in her hands and she hazards another lift of her head to look down at him.

where was the stone-faced killer he had been? he is so raw as he looks up at her now that she is struck suddenly with the contrast. his need broadcast openly for her, unreservedly. she strokes the side of his face and lets her knees slip off his shoulders, spreading her thighs wider.

dampness trickles down the curve of her body, smearing the edge of the desk as she shifts again. they have ruined this haven.
]

Come here.

[ she grasps for him with both hands, pulling at his shoulders to compel him to join her up on the desk. left behind in the wake of their frantic congress was the same soul-deep ache which has always plagued her. for warmth. companionship. closeness. for him. ]
forcevisions: (this guy decides)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-30 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ she pushes up onto her elbows first when he doesn't immediately join her. it takes no time for her to catch his meaning, glancing at his hands. logistics get in his way. she casts a cursory glance around the room and laughs, noticing then just how empty the expansive space is. not even properly decorated, but for this perpetual fixture she sits upon like a pedestal. ]

I didn't think to, believe it or not.

[ a not insignificant part of her reasons that, well, they've already soiled the thing, why worry about clean-up now. but then she has an idea.

rey reaches to take his hands in hers. there's a steadiness about the way she takes her time, though her intentions come clear through their link well before. at first, just a purpose, an intimacy. and perhaps a hint of playfulness. she brings his hands closer. they smell like salt and tang and something she can't place.

she meets his gaze as she sucks at his knuckle, and the same quality of that scent floods her mouth. the noise she makes to savor her own taste on his hands is, perhaps, exaggerated, a fact which would be clear in the space between them. she's tasted herself before. a mere curiosity, then, now something for her to leverage against him to entertain a reaction.
]
forcevisions: (so friday night)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-30 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ she takes her time drawing her tongue over the length of his finger before she wraps her mouth around it. perhaps if he weren't so responsive, it wouldn't be worth the effort. but she has learned to appreciate the nuance of ren's reactions, and that alone is worth savoring.

his next finger brushes against her cheek, leaving a sticky trail there, but she doesn't look bothered.

then she pulls back, saliva briefly bridging the gap between her lips and his fingertip. she pushes his hand back towards him. she's shown him what she wants, and now she expects he'll execute obediently.

her attention, meanwhile, turns to coaxing his other fist open. there's a bit of fire in his reply. were she less invested in scratching this particular itch, she might turn him away to teach him a lesson about biting back at her. instead, she has to take another route to the same destination.
]

I gave you permission to touch yourself. [ she drags her finger through the salt spilled into his palm. ] Not to finish. [ she leans in and her teeth scrape the heel of his palm. bad dog. ] I wasn't done yet.
forcevisions: (we coulda got so high)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-30 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the scrape of her teeth turns soft, lips pressed to his palm, reassuring. she can feel the edge of resentment building. she doesn't want that, not least of all because she has no use for resentment. she has seen what it can do, left untended in kylo ren. that kiss turns all tongue as she cleans his hand of any evidence of that transgression. a clean slate. ]

You can still make it up to me.

[ said as though such an opportunity were generous, forgiving, and not entirely rooted in her own desires. his hand is damp with her saliva now, but she still turns it to cup the side of her cheek as she gazes up at him.

rey gets up onto her knees on the desk so she can lean in and tell him,
] I'll help you. [ and at some point, disguised by all that movement, she releases his hand to allow hers to drift down his chest to where the end of his tunic half-covers his flaccid penis. ]

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