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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: (no i don't like you.)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-30 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she can feel the way his focus tightens on her, the way he drinks her in and steps back for just a moment to examine their position. yes. that's what she wanted from him. someone to make her feel wanted and whole. when he seizes a messy kiss for himself, she is not put-off by the initiative he takes. rather, it seems so wholly unified with her intention that it warms her. they are, as ever, attuned to each other.

when he leans in, a smile spreads over her lips. he can feel it two-fold. she works him with both of her hands, a steady pace that doesn't seem overly concerned with if she'll need to take her time before he's ready to go again.

rey bites down on his lip, tugging at it; it serves the dual function of deepening the kiss and jolting him somewhat. she wants more of what she had felt start to come alive in him. her lips leave his, journey down to his jaw where her teeth scrape again, down to the pulse point in his neck. she had realized some time ago that this body, his body, was hers, just like the rest of him.
]
forcevisions: (this guy decides)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-31 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ she can feel his fatigue in the lethargic way he responds to her, but she's determined, and he's not letting it stop him by any means. frankly she might be a little insulted if he did.

insubstantial as smoke at first, an ambient satisfaction slowly pools in her belly, stoked by his mounting response to her. it brings with it a sort of stifling heat across her skin. she nods her head into his neck, a quiet approving noise coming out against his skin. his sweat sticks on her tongue, a welcome reminder of where it came from.

his tunic stops her from going any further. that thing is still on. and on her, the dress bunched around her ribs and abdomen like some absurd belt. good for haste, not for the long game. she releases him only to pull the hem of his tunic up. he'll have to stop groping her to help her fully rid him of it, so she pulls her hands back then.
]

Take that off.

[ and instead of struggling with his further, she reaches down to pull her dress over her head. the material is light, but it's still heavier than anything else she'd worn before agreeing to this insanity. it weighed her down. she'd be glad to be rid of it and bare as the day she was born in this grand hall. ]
forcevisions: (two strangers in the bright light)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-31 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ that insecurity is like a venom that taints the space between them. it lurks like a shadow, spilling over into the warmth of his reverence. because really, it's not reverence if he's only trying to draw attention away from himself. rey shuts her eyes, sighing in satisfaction of the attention to her breasts for only a moment before those dark eyes snap open and fix on him.

that gaze probes into his vulnerable places, and her fingers lift to chase them, following pocked scars like a starmap. let her fingertips press upon the injuries that she did not leave him with. her palm settles over his ribs where chewie's bowcaster humbled him.

her lips meanwhile find the small circular patch of scar tissue, pink and irritated, which rests near his shoulder. she had given him that. a jab. her tongue laps out to soothe a forgotten injury. then she reaches around him with her other hand, her fingertips caressing the path of her own lightsaber, able to track it in the angry burn that survives their animosity there.

they are gentle touches. assuring. enveloping. and yet glancing and short lived.
]

If you're touching me, I want it to be because you want me. [ she would never presume to ascribe love to this thing. she's still wary to suggest that kylo could even feel something like that, still. but want? need? hunger? yes. all this, and more. ] Not so you can hide. If you can't do that, you can keep your hands to yourself.
forcevisions: (we coulda got so high)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-31 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
You think I'm going to see something I don't like and turn away from you.

[ in the bond as in the material. her fingers probe the sore spaces, the scars that never healed properly and that tell stories of a harder time. she brings her hand around to trace up the fishook that runs down from his collarbone where she had filleted him in the snow. marks of failure, but also of their history together. ]

I won't.

[ if he needs that reassurance, she will give it. that and so much more. she lifts her chin to catch him in a kiss when he presses their foreheads together. it's slower, gentler. the urgency is gone. in its place, a steadiness that she recognizes he needs.

it's probably the wrong time to put her hands back on his dick so she's gonna

not do that

yet.

she does, however, break the kiss to murmur against his lips.
]

You are the one thing I can't stand to lose.
forcevisions: (i wish i knew you when i was young)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-31 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the mood shifts. their awareness of one another serves to amplify what might otherwise be a subtle thing, but with the bond between them, it's like the light filtering in through that enormous window behind the throne changes color. it's a warmer cast. softer. but brighter, too.

her pulse jumps in time with his, and rey melts into the kiss. it's everything she wants to hear. a promise of something that will outlive whatever comes at them for this endeavor. if the new empire turns out to be a mistake, this at least is not. wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she pulls him closer, leaving only enough room for his hands to grope blindly at her breasts between them. even now his lips and tongue taste like her, sharp and cloying.

he is not discardable to her. to the new empire, maybe. but never to her. once she had felt foolish for it, but she's never wanted anything like she wants him.

with steady purpose rey slackens her embrace and lets her fingertips trace light, teasing patterns down the back of his ribs. they take their time and follow the curve of muscle around his hip. her tongue traces the edge of his teeth and she closes her fist around him. she squeezes her grip as she drags her hand along his length.
]
Edited 2018-01-31 15:21 (UTC)
forcevisions: (this guy decides)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-31 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the tip of rey's head exposes her neck and welcomes him in, and she's pleased to find that his attention has a sharp edge to it now. the pressure of his teeth, the sting as he tweaks her nipple, these things draw an airy, satisfied noise out of the back of her throat. he twitches against her, convulses, and the bond helps her interpret it for the flinch it is.

she turns her face to kiss the messy knot of dark hair leaned into her shoulder. it belies her smile. she slows, her hand opening but still brushing along him. a gentle reminder, an effort to bring him back down to a simmer.
]

Shhh. Not yet. [ this is a power she's much more interested in than the power she holds over the galaxy: the power to keep him ever teetering on the brink of some undoing. ] Not like this. [ she nips at his earlobe. it's gentle and playful and most importantly distracting from the soft, rhythmic work of her hand. ] I still want you inside of me. Preferably for more than a few seconds.
Edited 2018-01-31 19:08 (UTC)
forcevisions: (my 9 to 5)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-01-31 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she turns her head into the warm feeling of him brushing past her, savoring it. it seems an absurd thing to still savor each point of contact with him, after all this time, yet it brings with it an unparalleled warmth.

in his eyes lies a deep and growing darkness, that of unfulfilled desire barely staved off. she drinks it down, not breaking his gaze even when the steady movement of his hand has her hips twitching forward — to steal more or to flinch away as he brushes her clit, it's not immediately clear. she's not even fully sure which she wants more.

regardless, there's no masking from him the case of oversensitivity she's also juggling. it was only the distance of his pleasure across the bond and the slow, steady ambience of his exploration of her breasts that gave her the chance to ease down and hold onto control.

her knees spread to welcome him in. the desire for something more substantial settles in the bond between them. only then does she release him, steadying herself instead on his shoulders. the arch of her body draws his finger in, and she bites down on her lip. it's harder, now, to keep eye contact and not to surrender to the feeling.

she doesn't leave that desire without reaction. she reaches down to push at his wrist, nudging him back.
]

Lie down.

[ she shifts aside to make room for him on the desk as she says it. she should let him have control, maybe, but he hasn't demonstrated a solid track record of being able to hold himself back, and thus she takes up the mantle. ]
forcevisions: (on my bedroom floor)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-02-01 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ her breath catches on his disappointment. there's no good down the road of pointing it out and trying too obviously to course correct — they're both already shifting. but she feels … foolish. impatient, maybe. she recognizes something in herself not unlike she had seen in ben, an overwrought desire to be followed and recognized for the authority that he had. but that had never been what they'd found so satisfying in one another. it's only these efforts to perform something, to be the empress, that make her project it onto him now.

there's a frustration in the way her hands ball to mirror his as he settles back. despite her misgivings about the way she'd executed it, she wastes no time taking advantage when he stretches out the length of the desk. he's too tall for it, of course. more evidence of the way she — they? — might as well try to fit a round peg in a square hole. she climbs on top of him anyway, hovering on all fours over him.

she rethinks her haste and takes her time gazing down at him. her hand reaches for his face instead of his cock, her thumb brushing his cheekbone. he's flushed, forehead sticky with the sheen of dried sweat. she lets her hand trace down over his jawline.

there's this sense that she should say something, but … she never says the right thing. so instead she just hopes that he can feel it.
]
forcevisions: (we coulda got so high)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-02-01 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ his resignation to the inevitability of missteps, and his belief in it despite these, makes her chest tighten. maybe it was too much to expect two people so broken by the world to get it right the first time. maybe it was time she accepted that there would be a journey, rather than assuming they'd already reached some pinnacle.

rey shifts her hand, drags her thumb along the curve of his lower lip, inspecting him. he trusts her. that alone should be enough.

her knees bend and bring her down to sit on his hips, the curve of her pubic bone pressed against the length of his erection. leaning down, she brings her mouth to his. this time, the kiss is all tongue and lips. no teeth.

she rolls her hips forward, tilting them up. it's too gentle and stirring to be called rutting, but there's an undeniable search for friction there. she aches for more of what his finger had offered her. still, despite the interruption, a tremor crackles like a current through her thighs and she jerks slightly as his skin drags against her just so. rey's hand comes to rest against the side of his neck.
]
forcevisions: (no i don't want your number)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-02-01 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ the wariness of her own overeager mistakes keeps her restrained and cautious until he digs his nails into her back. she hisses an approval into his mouth, her teeth scraping against his lips as she bites down. heat sparks at the too-sharp contact, spreads through her to add to her fever. it's different than before, appetite mingled now with the pleasant, fuzzy sort of numbness that comes after a satisfying ending.

at his neck, her hand tightens and squeezes, her thumb pressing down against his windpipe. then she settles her weight back on her knees and reaches down to grab him. her grip is strangling there too, reminding him to hold it together as she tries to angle him into her.

for a moment, her hips barely swivel, letting just the tip slip against her cunt. bobbing near the entrance, always unsatisfying. but she can feel the tension squeeze in her as well, that anticipation, that need. she's aching for him. her teasing can't last, not when every last inch of her is screaming out for him.
]

Oh, Ben.

[ his name comes out in a whine. she doesn't mean for it too, and certainly not that name, but it's what comes out. she presses her forehead against his, gasping for breath. ]
forcevisions: (you and i were fireworks)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-02-01 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ if the frantic desperation with which he pawed at and jerked up against her were not sufficient to sway her to succumb to her own desire, the gravity of his blind, senseless, animal hunger would. the senseless jumble, beyond all coherent thought, draws her in across the bond, an overpowering shade of desire that stretches beyond him. it finds its answer and equal in her, and she surrenders her efforts to control their pace.

when he next pulls at her hips, she helps him, sinking down until their bodies are flush against each other. slick desire eases his entry into one fluid motion, burying him deep inside of her, but the sudden stretch of her body to accommodate him still draws a sharp and sudden whimper from her.

this. this is what she had wanted. guiding their rhythm with her hips frees her hand up to support her weight, and she plants it on the desk while she shifts to accommodate him. when she straightens her back, she keeps her grip on his throat. she can feel his breath as if it were her own, making it easy enough for her to give him enough room to breathe, if with difficulty.

she doesn't want him passing out on her.

she lifts her hips back up slowly, dragging out the feeling as her body opens up to him, gets used to the intrusion. her legs tremble as she takes him back in with one hard thrust downward, struck by the sweet friction he provides.
]
forcevisions: (when you can't fall asleep)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-02-02 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ the sound of her name has something inside of her calling back to him in kind, a frantic, clawing failure to hold onto whatever sense and control she has left. no. it's more literal than that. she moans her reply, but a rasping and desperate breath cuts it off.

losing the feeling of his hands squeezing her down against him would feel like more of a loss were he not immediately driven to explore every inch of her. his fingertips bruise her ribs too, pulling her towards him, and when they settle on groping her breasts, she picks up the pace of her thrusting, falling out of rhythm.

want makes it erratic. she can't think about a steady pace, how good that build-up feels. she can't think at all. her mind goes white. as a fuse lights in her gut, burning out towards her extremities and bringing an earthquake with it. she thrashes, she lets go of the table, reaching between them to help herself along as she gets close enough to crest.

the grip on his neck tightens too, all thought of caution gone with the rest. it's briefly crushing, even concerning. she cries out while she rides him through her climax.
]
forcevisions: (and all my thoughts of you)

[personal profile] forcevisions 2018-02-02 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ the panic stabs through loud and clear and she lets up immediately. adrenaline is a hell of a stark wake-up from the endorphin dump that she'd just been on, but she's able to pull herself hastily off of him and press her hands to the side of his head instead of … you know … crushing his windpipe.

ok maybe not trying that one again soon.
]

Ben. [ she utters it again, her head still fuzzy with the neurochemical cocktail of orgasm mixed with panic and fear. ]

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