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.
[ A lewd moan, open and bold and from deep in her chest, fills the cramped space of their hideout here in the dregs. Her thighs and ass tense up in his grip, hips lilting, a stutter that's not sure whether she wants to lean into it or jerk back from the intensity of the sensation as he sucks the flesh of her cunt between his lips. It's hot and slick and gentle, just the right kind of pressure, and the scratch of the hair on his chin against her entrance is just enough to distract her from the intensity of suction near her clit that might have made it too much. ]
That's right. That's it. [ Her grip on his hair tightens, holds him steady and firm. The wet sounds of his mouth against her folds competes with her hungry praise. ] Get me ready for you, Ben. Show me you can make me cum like this, and I'll ride your cock next.
[ She doesn't give him the guidance he needs. Not verbally. Not being tugging at his hair to try to steer him, but there is more complexity to it than that. Pressure. Speed. She doesn't guide him on any of these except to pull his head in a sudden jolt when it becomes too intense, and forcing his face into her harder, suffocating him between her thighs, when she needs more. ]
[His pleas and praise are lost in the muscle of her cunt when she crushes his head between her thighs, his nails dragging hungry lines across the top of them. Every now and then his hips thrust upward into the air, seeking any sort of relief or friction that never comes.
The red covering his face spreads to the rest of him, his chest blooming with color in a line down to his cock, swollen with need and shining with precum.
So hungry is he to please her that he raises one hand off her thighs to slap her ass down into his face the same time he sucks backwards on her clit. Saliva dribbles down his chin and neck, soaking the underside of his hair.]
Like this, she finally gets it. There's something intoxicating about how badly he needs her, how he drinks her down like a man who'd gone weeks without water. Rey should know. She's seen it. Feeling him buck beneath her is its own reward, aware of how needy and desperate he is, but instead of attending himself, fisting his cock for relief, he holds onto her.
If she were anyone else, or if she had not yet learned not to fear the Dark Side, it might be terrifying to realize how much she could enjoy how powerful she feels, pinning him like this. But it's perfect. Uninhibited. ]
Good. Good. You're doing so good, Ben. Keep going. [ She encourages him, a ready rattle of praise spilling out of her without ever stopping for examination. ] I'm almost there. Use your fingers, too. Want something inside when I come. I'm so close. You're so good for me.
[He struggles to comply with her demand in spite of the angle they've created for themselves. He can barely twist his arm enough to slot two fingers inside of her, but at no point does he stop gulping her down. His other hand claws back across her thigh and down his own body.
He doesn't have the wherewithal to stop himself from touching his cock, but he manages to avoid fisting it straight off. He merely takes it between his fingers and gives it one swift jerk. That single act alone sets off a string of involuntary moans that vibrate against her click. He jerks his chin some to butt up against her pubic bone, seeking that praise and the tug of his hair -- enough that he slows down his attentions just slightly in hopes that she will do it again.
The growl that comes from between her legs is challenging.]
[ For the first time, she acts on impulse, not carefully curated awareness of how she thinks he wants this to go. Rey's hand snaps out against his forehead and pushes his head down when she feels his other hand draft southward. ]
I didn't tell you that you could touch yourself.
[ The ache and loss of a nearly missed orgasm does weird things to her blood pressure, leaving her slightly airy and dizzy. But she's resolved, jaw tight. So she denies herself for the sake of them both. If only Ben had done the same. ]
You want something for your hand to do? [ She shifts to dig her one knee under his arm, dragging the hand up and away from his cock so it can smother one of her tits, his palm warm against her skin. She has to lean and stretch her thighs wider apart to keep herself accessible to his mouth, this way, but it'll mostly be harder on his neck, and she's almost there anyway. ] Here. Try again.
[He grunts in both surprise and resistance when his head is shoved backward, one eye closing to relieve some of the pressure there.]
Yes--
[He bites off the "ma'am" that nearly follows that, an old habit from childhood, taught by his mother, that he would not see resurface here. It's easy enough to do when Rey presents her cunt to him again, allowing him instead to focus again on pleasuring her. His cock aches and throbs for lack of attention, but the way blood slows down its trail to his head makes the swirl of his tongue more sensual and deliberate.
The hand that was guided to her breast works the tissue there, rolling her nipple between his fingers in an effort to do as he was bidden. But most of his fine motor attention is focused on rocking his fingers up into her in the small space he's been given. He takes her clit and its hood between his lips, his worship there gentle but laser focused once he can feel her approaching her end on the other side of the bond.
Would he come too from the sheer force that he feels building? He likes to think so -- but he is not focused enough on his own arousal to sense the usual signs (which, on its own, should be answer enough).]
That's it. [ After such a cold and sudden interruption, Rey takes a few moments to really sink back into her pleasure. Her eyes gradually drift shut and she lets the warmth of arousal envelope her. She can feel his need in the back of her mind, an insistent throb that makes her own heavier in contrast, for it exists in the context of her perpetual awareness that he is prioritizing her need instead.
A service. An offering.
It isn't long. Especially not when he gets his lips around her clit with a direct pressure that would be too much, if he weren't otherwise distracting her with his hands. She cannot shy away from the intensity because there are other sensations to pull her attention. So when it hits, Rey's whole body shudders with the force of her orgasm. It's like being in hyperspace, adrift in nothing and watching lights streak by and only distantly recognizing them as stars.
She wrings her grip on his hair desperately, hips jerking, at first, to both chase and flinch in a confusing stutter. But when it crests fully, and the wave breaks, she finds that she's too sensitive for ambivalence. Rey pushes him back down into the mattress, her breath spilling out forcefully, shoulders heaved forward as she supports herself beside his head on the mattress, staring down at him with wide eyes, pupils ragged and huge. ]
Good. [ She starts on that immediately, filling the silence that comes after. She smooths his hair again, more gently. ] You did so good. You're so good for me, Ben. Thank you.
[ She needs to budge. To make her legs work again, to catch her breath, so she can give him what he deserves. That's the deal. Rey feels like collapsing, but that wouldn't be fair to him. Just a moment, she tells herself. Just a moment, and she'll get right to it. ]
[At first, Kylo Ren hisses when Rey yanks backward on his hair to force him into the mattress. He inhales deeply through the pain, locking eyes with her--
And he chuckles. Pleased with himself, far beyond any words that might come to him, to see her come undone like this after rutting against his mouth like an animal. It was exactly what he had wanted, and not doubt the only reason he hadn't erupted into shuddering with her was the lack of direct stimulation to his cock.
But he's still chuckling long after her orgasm is finished, while she's got him pinned by his chest and struggling to catch her breath.]
Too much?
[His voice is just slightly horse and he has yet to wipe his mouth clean, leaving it shimmering with the fluid mixture he'd been instructed to clean up.]
[ The rumble of his chest beneath her is so warm and full that it makes Rey's chest swell. Satisfaction blooms. He feels so at ease with her like this. Beyond anything they've ever had together, this moment, this intimacy, connects them. She settles back more fully onto his chest, letting herself sit a moment.
But when she can do more than pant and flounder, she gathers her pride and says, ] Not so much that I can't give you what you deserve.
[ And he does. Deserve it. Rey picks herself up slowly, climbing down his body like he's one of the enormous corridors of a star destroyer. She presses her torso flat to his, sinking into him and leaning up to kiss the edge of his jaw, his chin, his mouth. She can taste herself on him, tangy and full, and she sucks at his lip indulgently just as her hips slide into place against his, the curve of her pelvis following the length of his cock, brushing unsatisfyingly against him.
She's still sore from the night before. At this rate, she'll never stop being sore. That's a risk she happily takes. ]
[The kiss is long, soft, and indulgent when she rests it on his lips. Whenever she goes lower, he studiously lifts his chin so that she can reach where she wishes to be without a fuss. But when she slides down and brushes her pelvis against his cock, he nearly bucks her off involuntarily.
He flushes again, embarrassed for his reaction thanks to oversensitivity. His hands reach up to smooth over her ass, and his voice stutters a bit.]
[ She grins, actually. Wide and warm and genuine. It breaks that air of firm dominance that she's been affecting a little, but it's so pure and bright as to be entrancing in its own right. She bites down on her lip and hums softly when his palms slide over her ass, and she rocks back into it, savoring the touch.
It feels good to give him that much room to take for himself. ]
Do you want me to use your cock, Ben? [ She reaches between them to grip him, angling his cock between them instead of behind her. She presses it between her cunt and his abdomen, rubbing against him in slow, easy movements. ] You can hardly take me touching it. Are you sure you'll be able to handle it?
[It might almost seem as if Kylo Ren is afraid to smile, without it comes and it goes as Rey manages to pin him under his own truth. He can hardly take her touching his cock, but it's only because he wants her so badly. She slides easily across him thanks to his prior work on her cut, but it means there is a distinct lack of the real friction he desires. It's a tease, one that causes his hips to lift again against his will. That is enough of an answer to her first question.
As to the second:]
No, I'm not.
[A half-smile follows, and there's something frank and honest in the way he offers that reply. But it's not really about him being able to handle it -- the whole point was to make it so he couldn't, and that was how he would end up getting off. He knows it -- he assumes Rey knows it to, and that was why she had asked.
So she could not have possibly been expecting another answer.]
[ That grin she's wearing widens. His honesty feels like a balm for a number of wounds, most of them inflicted by him in the past. He'd never lied, of course, but he held so much back. Seeing the flickers of an easy smile, even intermittently, and hearing him admitting his own weakness feels like rapture. Rey nudges her nose against his cheek, not quite shy but indulgent, charmed. ]
I will. I want to be full of you. [ This, she offers like a confession. She has not wanted to hold it out of his reach. It means denying herself, too, and Rey is no good at that. It's the primary source of her uncertainty about being suited for the role he has encouraged her into, but at the very least, it seems Ben is getting what he wants from it as well.
No complaints, at least. She's encouraged by that. And this next remark comes from someplace more honest: ] Don't come until I do.
[ She says it as she notches the head of his cock at her entrance and presses her hips down. Her chest slides against his as she does, wrapped close to him, and she lets out a prolonged, aching sound of appreciation as he stretches her open. It's easier, this time. Her body more ready, or maybe already adjusted. That's a relief all its own.
The earlier bucking makes her anticipate him grappling with her to some degree, so as she takes him in, her hand slides up his body to close around the base of his throat, the firm wedge of her thumb and forefinger slotted around his throat to bear pressure down. She uses that grip to push herself back up to a sitting position, shifting him inside of her so she seethes and croons. ]
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That's right. That's it. [ Her grip on his hair tightens, holds him steady and firm. The wet sounds of his mouth against her folds competes with her hungry praise. ] Get me ready for you, Ben. Show me you can make me cum like this, and I'll ride your cock next.
[ She doesn't give him the guidance he needs. Not verbally. Not being tugging at his hair to try to steer him, but there is more complexity to it than that. Pressure. Speed. She doesn't guide him on any of these except to pull his head in a sudden jolt when it becomes too intense, and forcing his face into her harder, suffocating him between her thighs, when she needs more. ]
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The red covering his face spreads to the rest of him, his chest blooming with color in a line down to his cock, swollen with need and shining with precum.
So hungry is he to please her that he raises one hand off her thighs to slap her ass down into his face the same time he sucks backwards on her clit. Saliva dribbles down his chin and neck, soaking the underside of his hair.]
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Like this, she finally gets it. There's something intoxicating about how badly he needs her, how he drinks her down like a man who'd gone weeks without water. Rey should know. She's seen it. Feeling him buck beneath her is its own reward, aware of how needy and desperate he is, but instead of attending himself, fisting his cock for relief, he holds onto her.
If she were anyone else, or if she had not yet learned not to fear the Dark Side, it might be terrifying to realize how much she could enjoy how powerful she feels, pinning him like this. But it's perfect. Uninhibited. ]
Good. Good. You're doing so good, Ben. Keep going. [ She encourages him, a ready rattle of praise spilling out of her without ever stopping for examination. ] I'm almost there. Use your fingers, too. Want something inside when I come. I'm so close. You're so good for me.
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He doesn't have the wherewithal to stop himself from touching his cock, but he manages to avoid fisting it straight off. He merely takes it between his fingers and gives it one swift jerk. That single act alone sets off a string of involuntary moans that vibrate against her click. He jerks his chin some to butt up against her pubic bone, seeking that praise and the tug of his hair -- enough that he slows down his attentions just slightly in hopes that she will do it again.
The growl that comes from between her legs is challenging.]
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I didn't tell you that you could touch yourself.
[ The ache and loss of a nearly missed orgasm does weird things to her blood pressure, leaving her slightly airy and dizzy. But she's resolved, jaw tight. So she denies herself for the sake of them both. If only Ben had done the same. ]
You want something for your hand to do? [ She shifts to dig her one knee under his arm, dragging the hand up and away from his cock so it can smother one of her tits, his palm warm against her skin. She has to lean and stretch her thighs wider apart to keep herself accessible to his mouth, this way, but it'll mostly be harder on his neck, and she's almost there anyway. ] Here. Try again.
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Yes--
[He bites off the "ma'am" that nearly follows that, an old habit from childhood, taught by his mother, that he would not see resurface here. It's easy enough to do when Rey presents her cunt to him again, allowing him instead to focus again on pleasuring her. His cock aches and throbs for lack of attention, but the way blood slows down its trail to his head makes the swirl of his tongue more sensual and deliberate.
The hand that was guided to her breast works the tissue there, rolling her nipple between his fingers in an effort to do as he was bidden. But most of his fine motor attention is focused on rocking his fingers up into her in the small space he's been given. He takes her clit and its hood between his lips, his worship there gentle but laser focused once he can feel her approaching her end on the other side of the bond.
Would he come too from the sheer force that he feels building? He likes to think so -- but he is not focused enough on his own arousal to sense the usual signs (which, on its own, should be answer enough).]
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A service. An offering.
It isn't long. Especially not when he gets his lips around her clit with a direct pressure that would be too much, if he weren't otherwise distracting her with his hands. She cannot shy away from the intensity because there are other sensations to pull her attention. So when it hits, Rey's whole body shudders with the force of her orgasm. It's like being in hyperspace, adrift in nothing and watching lights streak by and only distantly recognizing them as stars.
She wrings her grip on his hair desperately, hips jerking, at first, to both chase and flinch in a confusing stutter. But when it crests fully, and the wave breaks, she finds that she's too sensitive for ambivalence. Rey pushes him back down into the mattress, her breath spilling out forcefully, shoulders heaved forward as she supports herself beside his head on the mattress, staring down at him with wide eyes, pupils ragged and huge. ]
Good. [ She starts on that immediately, filling the silence that comes after. She smooths his hair again, more gently. ] You did so good. You're so good for me, Ben. Thank you.
[ She needs to budge. To make her legs work again, to catch her breath, so she can give him what he deserves. That's the deal. Rey feels like collapsing, but that wouldn't be fair to him. Just a moment, she tells herself. Just a moment, and she'll get right to it. ]
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And he chuckles. Pleased with himself, far beyond any words that might come to him, to see her come undone like this after rutting against his mouth like an animal. It was exactly what he had wanted, and not doubt the only reason he hadn't erupted into shuddering with her was the lack of direct stimulation to his cock.
But he's still chuckling long after her orgasm is finished, while she's got him pinned by his chest and struggling to catch her breath.]
Too much?
[His voice is just slightly horse and he has yet to wipe his mouth clean, leaving it shimmering with the fluid mixture he'd been instructed to clean up.]
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But when she can do more than pant and flounder, she gathers her pride and says, ] Not so much that I can't give you what you deserve.
[ And he does. Deserve it. Rey picks herself up slowly, climbing down his body like he's one of the enormous corridors of a star destroyer. She presses her torso flat to his, sinking into him and leaning up to kiss the edge of his jaw, his chin, his mouth. She can taste herself on him, tangy and full, and she sucks at his lip indulgently just as her hips slide into place against his, the curve of her pelvis following the length of his cock, brushing unsatisfyingly against him.
She's still sore from the night before. At this rate, she'll never stop being sore. That's a risk she happily takes. ]
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He flushes again, embarrassed for his reaction thanks to oversensitivity. His hands reach up to smooth over her ass, and his voice stutters a bit.]
Sorry.
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[ She grins, actually. Wide and warm and genuine. It breaks that air of firm dominance that she's been affecting a little, but it's so pure and bright as to be entrancing in its own right. She bites down on her lip and hums softly when his palms slide over her ass, and she rocks back into it, savoring the touch.
It feels good to give him that much room to take for himself. ]
Do you want me to use your cock, Ben? [ She reaches between them to grip him, angling his cock between them instead of behind her. She presses it between her cunt and his abdomen, rubbing against him in slow, easy movements. ] You can hardly take me touching it. Are you sure you'll be able to handle it?
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As to the second:]
No, I'm not.
[A half-smile follows, and there's something frank and honest in the way he offers that reply. But it's not really about him being able to handle it -- the whole point was to make it so he couldn't, and that was how he would end up getting off. He knows it -- he assumes Rey knows it to, and that was why she had asked.
So she could not have possibly been expecting another answer.]
I want you to use it anyway.
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I will. I want to be full of you. [ This, she offers like a confession. She has not wanted to hold it out of his reach. It means denying herself, too, and Rey is no good at that. It's the primary source of her uncertainty about being suited for the role he has encouraged her into, but at the very least, it seems Ben is getting what he wants from it as well.
No complaints, at least. She's encouraged by that. And this next remark comes from someplace more honest: ] Don't come until I do.
[ She says it as she notches the head of his cock at her entrance and presses her hips down. Her chest slides against his as she does, wrapped close to him, and she lets out a prolonged, aching sound of appreciation as he stretches her open. It's easier, this time. Her body more ready, or maybe already adjusted. That's a relief all its own.
The earlier bucking makes her anticipate him grappling with her to some degree, so as she takes him in, her hand slides up his body to close around the base of his throat, the firm wedge of her thumb and forefinger slotted around his throat to bear pressure down. She uses that grip to push herself back up to a sitting position, shifting him inside of her so she seethes and croons. ]