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.
[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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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. ]