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[vaderstan]

Ben Solo
Kylo Ren

The protein shakes, where are they?

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GENERAL PROMPTS

Redemption arc: Kylo leaving the First Order. Due to either slow burn reasons (Figuring out holy shit I don't want this) or Immediate Issues That Need Solving (Rey's kidnapped, Hux turns on him, etcetc)

Re-adjusting to life in the light/in the Resistance. Whether it goes smoothly or Rough is up to the situation

Early First Order Days. Especially when Snoke was breaking his Ben Solo identity

Ben Solo Pre-First Order

Ben Solo as the most obnoxious Resistance Member idek

Jedi Hippie camp with Luke

BEN AND HIS FAMILY

👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

Becoming king of Porgs and other cute creatures and he doesn't understand why

Becoming his father's son

Also being just like his mother

AND ALSO BEING JUST LIKE LUKE

Rey convinces Kylo to come with her and join the Resistance. The resulting tension and rebuilding of trust in him... As well as Jedi training with her

Interactions with his mother, whether it be from the above scenario, or even reaching out through the force

Poe, Finn and the rest of the Resistance reacting to kylo switching sides. Poe hitting on Kylo and having to give him tons of dumb nicknames because Ren only wants his mom and Rey to call him ben

Kylo being a weird Scary Older Brother to the entire Resistance.

Kylo and Anakin. KYLO AND KENOBI

Discussions/threads with Han Luke and Leia- discussion forgiveness and mistakes

Rebuilding the Jedi Order

Post War Threads

Kylo Ren disappears mysteriously from the war after major internal strife causes the downfall of the First Order. Someone comes across Ben Solo in hiding years later

Kylo on Jakku complaining its hot as balls. Look. I don't know. I'm just saying it would be hilarious

Drunk texts are the best don't tell me otherwise

SHIPPY PROMPTS
SHIPS I AM DOWN FOR
Kylo/Rey hands down

If ur sittin there readin this going "Oh no but so many Reys are bugging them I don't wanna be annoying" I don't fucking care TAG ME

Hand touching

I love you. I know.

Forcebond shenanigans. Kylo or Rey reaching out to touch the other while the other one is busy (GOOD SHIT. GOOD SHIT)

Rey getting seriously injured and separated from the Resistance. Her only option is to force time Kylo

Kylo finding Rey on Ahch'to and them fucking around under luke's nose (Forcebond in person who knows)SMUT HUT

FORCEFULLY GIVING REY A BIRTHDAY AND MAKING HER CELEBRATE IT

Snoke tries to kill kylo in front of rey and it doesn't go like he plans

REY IN A GODDAMN DRESS AND KYLO ACTUALLY NOT KNOWING HOW TO REACT AT ALL

CLEANING HER DUMB HOUSE

Forcebond dreaming shenanigans. Especially if Rey or Kylo are stuck in one anothers nightmares.

Rey finding out how bad Snoke really was.

Visiting Ahch'to together

Empress Rey

Empress Rey Working to secretly undermine the first order

Meeting before TFA/in different circumstances

Fighting/sexual tension/beating each other up. u kno

Just re-enact Pride and Prejudice with me

Either one suffering from insomnia and helping the other sleep

Public Sex

Weird DubCon Sex (Rey taking advantage of Kylo I'm freely admitting to my trash)

SHIPS I AM MAYBE ON
Kylo/Poe: I'm not of the fanon that Ben or Poe knew each other as kids. If you want to play that, talk with me first, we'll need to hash out details. If you wanna do hateship, that's fine too. Again. I'd like to be consulted first
Kylo/Hux: This is such a huge maybe it's almost a no. I am not down for fluffy Kylo/Hux. I don't think Kylo or Hux secretly love each other and that takes form in them wanting to murder each other when they walk into a room and see each other. I do not think Kylo wants anything to do with Hux's dick Ever. I only see this happening as Hux taking advantage of Kylo when he's emotionally compromised and unprotected without Snoke keeping Hux in line.
So Kylux is only a "cool lets do it" if you are willing to play out something unhealthy, toxic, with a huge dose of hate and manipulation. Kylo/ANYONE ELSE: Not against pretty much any other ship, but Kylo's a hard dude to ship with for. A lot of reasons. Talk with me first, and I'll see if we can work something out.

CHARACTERS/CROSSOVERS

I'm fine with every and any star wars characters. If you are doing something from the EU I request that you just have enough info in your profile so I know what your character's deal is

AU characters are fine. I'm not really into Gender Bent characters (sorry y'all), again-- I just need info in your profile about the AU (Unless it's discussed w me before hand)

I Herald from disney princess beginnings. Give me all your princesses I think this combo is fucking hilarious

Brienne of Tarth because i'm still laughing about it

God I will add more later. Really just tag me.

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YES

text messages, actionspam, lengthy brackets, prose.

ous/ au/ all us tbh

previous meme or psl continuations / sequels / c&ping a starter i never replied to.

EMOTIONALLY HEAVY BULLSHIT

FLUFF

contact me if i drop a tag you want picked up

Angst

redemption arcs

intense emotionally heavy threads

Smut

general

hurt comfort

Kylo or Rey getting injured

Kylo being a huge fucking brat.

if there's anything you're not sure about, ask!

NO

Rape.

Dull RP.

Taking this character WAY TOO SERIOUSLY.

Me doing the work of moving a scene along

rape/non-con. Especially with Kylo as the aggressor (This can be changed with prior discussion and prior threading)

scatophilia, emetophiloa, necrophilia.

gender/sexuality play.

degradation involving racism or ablism.

power-gaming and ooc dick-measuring contests.

AUs with no information

OCs with no information

Maybe

Dub con

torture

killing

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APPEARANCEINFOHERE

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Mental health

I know everyone and their mom with an armchair psychologist degree wants to diagnose Kylo Ren/Ben Solo with whatever mental illness checks all the boxes. I know Bipolar and Borderline personality disorder are two popular illnesses to cite when it comes to his mental health. Along with a healthy dose of citing him as a sociopath/psychopath. However, I'm not going to be using those illnesses/personality disorders in how I play Kylo. While they fit on paper, I don't believe "what's wrong with him" presents in the correct fashion in canon for any one of the above listed issues.

I believe Kylo Ren/Ben Solo is suffering from: Recurring Chronic Major Depression it could be passed down through their family given what we know of Anakin and what happened with Luke; Post Traumatic Stress Disorder From his force powers manifesting with him having little control over it as a kid, from being sent away to Luke after his mother couldn't handle him on her own anymore, from his father leaving one day and never coming back, from having a voice whispering in his head his entire life, from that voice being a predator who preyed on his weaknesses and molded him into what he wanted Ben to be, from Luke Skywalker holding a lightsaber above his head, from abuse after abuse from Snoke, and probably a Ton more. Abandonment issues stemming first from his parents (And quite probably friends he had who left for whatever reason, or bridges he burned on his own) and then just. The entire force tbh. And abandonment issues is where he gets his unchecked rage, he, in canon, is quite literally triggered into a rage whenever he confronts someone who he felt abandoned him, or when he feels rejected or left behind. Finally he is a victim of Brainwashing and indoctrination from Snoke. Snoke is a narcissist who was using Kylo as a means to an end, it's been stated and shown that he was ready to kill Kylo after the Last Jedi since he had become unbalanced and unpredictable. If you don't agree with what I am saying here (Which is fine :) ), then I suggest you don't play with me. I am fairly confident in this being the way I see and play Kylo.

I play him as having triggers. I won't get into the reasoning behind each one, but i'll specify the specifics which come to mind: Abandonment (Perceived or real), his family, loss of control (Physically, emotionally, mentally, through the force)

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LMAO god this is such a mess and i make no apologies tbh

[purpose]

Yeah.

[ Her warm breath ghosts over him with her answer, studiously observing the glide of her thumb as it circles his tip. The look she gives him when her gaze lifts upward, however, falls in the realm of confused. Why is that a question??? ??? ?? In her mind, it doesn't need to be explicitly stated. Ben may be expecting continued domination, but the thought — and the scenario — hasn't so much as even occurred to her during the course of this entire exchange.

What a mess.

Rather than wait for him to enlighten her, she balances a hand on his hip and leans in to trace the underside of his cock. His shaft bobs with the movement, but she continues, giving a slow and light lick to the head. She doesn't have any clear-cut instruction manual for how to go about sucking him off, and she's only now beginning to realize that, but she feels considerably less out of her element mouthing her way down his cock and toward his sac than she had discussing who and what they currently are to one another. ]

[vaderstan]

[ You know. Really. Rey just needs to torture some people and then she'll catch on to the dom thing maybe. Probably not. Whatever. Well there's his cue that she's Out of dom mode. Kinda misses it, but it's a good thing she isn't catching on to that right now because then she'd go TOO hard on it and probably trigger him. Hahah its fine. We're fine. How are you????

Either way one of his hands will make it's way to her hair, tangling in to it and tugging at the strands gently. He needs that leverage for when she runs her tongue along his cock and-- his head tips back and hits the wall of the Falcon, his mouth parts to a perfect "O" and he wasn't aware that something could feel this good. It doesn't help his guard is more down because of his confession, his open armed grab at his emotions, and it feels as though everything coursing through him is crystal clear.

His breath trembles as he exhales-- he really hadn't expected reciprocation, but she offers it on a platter and he isn't sure what to do with himself. He curses low and in a language that isn't basic-- something his mother would scrub his mouth out with soap over-- and he tugs at her hair. Pulling her closer to him, urging her for more. ]

Good.

[ Husky and deep, but breathless and wavering. He's been starved for this, starved for her. ]

[purpose]

[ A slight sting runs across her scalp with each pull on the strands he's gathered, but as he had in spanking her, he finds the right blend of pleasure-pain without ever coming close to exceeding her threshold for the latter. By the third tug, she nearly purrs against his cock in approval, little hums that vibrate against the throbbing vein beneath the glide of her tongue.

It's nice, yes, but what amplifies her enjoyment is the blatant appreciation in that action. The desperation inherent in guiding her closer, pulling at her as though he can't get enough of her. Good, he says, and she almost preens with his flattery. She has to be doing something very, very right to inspire that reaction. Inspired, she guides the head of his cock around her lips for another moment — nothing more than a tease before they part and she takes him into the heat of her mouth.

With a flick of her tongue against his slit, tasting the tangy salt of his precum with it, she hollows out her cheeks and sinks onto his length further. Further, and further — until he hits the back of her throat and she gags with it, having to ease off now that she's found her limit. With a harsh, gasping inhale, she pulls off of him — and wastes little time in sliding her lips back down, swirling her tongue around his erection. She has to pause in the sloppy rhythm she's set, gripping him tighter at the base, in order to peer up at him. Wide-eyed, doe-eyed, and drinking in the flavor of his reactions to her. ]

[vaderstan]

[ His eyes flutter closed and he melts in to the wall--really this is partially so surreal because they're on his father's ship and every inch of it serves as some reminder. It even smells the same as the last time he'd seen it as a child. But he tries not to concentrate on that, think too hard about the past he left behind-- the choices he made which led him to that bridge.

He focuses, instead on the feel of her mouth bobbing over him, the velvet swipes of her tongue which have him moaning before he can hold back the noises he's making. She takes him all the way to the back of her throat and he gasps, his hips jump forward and his cock twitches in her mouth. His breathing is markedly heavier, he's battling himself right here and currently the more primal side is winning. Which becomes more obvious when he drags her using the hand tangled in her hair currently. ]

[purpose]

[ Her nose nearly meets his groin when he yanks her forward unexpectedly, and she has to unwrap her fingers from his cock in order to push back his hips and free herself from sputtering and drooling all over his cock. Saliva still pools at the corner of her mouth, a string that connects them when her lips slide off of him with a lewd pop, and finally separates when she submits to her own impatient, incessant need and raises herself from the floor.

There's no belated realization that she should have kissed him, undressed him, before getting to her knees and choking on his dick. And this is certainly no attempt to rectify that, either, but merely a compulsion to crash her mouth against his. He's too tempting, too tantalizing — plump swollen lips, a moaning mess trying to rut into her mouth like an unhinged animal — for her to resist it, or to ignore the own pulsing ache between her thighs. Maybe it's selfish of her, maybe it isn't; she doesn't have the capacity to care for much more than reconnecting, getting him to fill her completely, in the current moment. ]

Ben. [ She grounds out the syllable against his mouth, spiraling rapidly into a whine. As if fumbling to call his attention to her, she snakes a hand between them and cups his cock, giving it a light squeeze. Her incisors graze the corner of his mouth, sharp, until she remembers she'd meant to say something. ] Lean back for me.

[ Walking a few steps toward the cockpit, or talking a stroll down the corridor to get to the crew's quarters, is just Too Much. She has every intention to fuck him just like this, with only the walls of the hull as their support. ]

[vaderstan]

[ It's a surprise when she kisses him-- a quiet realization before she's fully to her feet and suddenly her mouth is over his and his breath is taken from him. He'd have it no other way honestly. He tastes himself and her and his hands find her hair again. Weaving into it. Wanting to connect with her just as much and then her hand is grabbing at his cock and-- in a lot of ways he's grateful she's just leading this right now. Doesn't give him a chance to overthink any of this. Of how much he needs her, that she'll have to leave him because other people need her as well, that he'll be alone. Any other nasty emotion which tries to bubble up is completely silenced.

He follows her instructions, leaning back until his shoulders and head are pushed flush to the wall. He gazes at her, breathless and overwhelmed and completely in love with her. ]

Like this?

[ Doesn't even have the capacity to make smart ass remarks. ]

[purpose]

[ Like this? he asks, and suddenly it dawns on Rey that she hasn't a clue as to how, logistically, this position is going to work. Bending her leg around his hip leaves her with no leverage, no balance, to move; facing away from him isn't a sacrifice she is willing to make when she's drunk on the idea of watching him respond to her. She's left gaping at him as the gears in her brain try to turn, but impulse overrules her once again as she nods vehemently, eagerly.

And then she's pulling his hips forward, forcing herself to her tiptoes. The hard, limber muscle in her thighs strains and flexes with it. She ignores that burn in order to glide his cock along her slit, lubricating him in her slick, and — after more than a handful of fumbling attempts — squares her hips a bit wider to slip down onto him.

Releasing his cock, she has to grip at his shoulder to steady herself. She's too wet, too aroused and prepared, for it be uncomfortable — but it's still been some time since he'd first taken her, and she has to work herself back open. Shifting her weight to her heels, she fucks herself on just the head of his cock until he stretches her, until she can glide down the rest of the way with a moan she presses into his mouth.

It's clumsy and sloppy. Awkward, even, considering she can neither set a steady rhythm or tempo. But it's a testament to how badly she wants him, even if she makes a frustrated sound at the stilted rock of her own hips against him, adamantly trying to make this work. ]

[vaderstan]

[ No one gets to criticize him for going into Snoke's throne room with out a plan. NO ONE. SHE WENT INTO FUCKING HIM INTO A WALL WITH OUT A PLAN. He supposes his size doesn't help-- anything. But you know, Rey's libido isn't thinking about how Ben Solo is the size of a barge. And he has no mind to complain once she slides on him, pressing her mouth against his and starting to ride him against the wall with such earnestness it's as endearing as it is erotic and clumsy.

Even through this hazy lust he knows he can ease this just a bit. He'll do his best. He curls a hand at the nape of her neck and continues kissing her as thoroughly as she's kissing him. Soft stuttering moans and gasps punctuate the movements of her hips against him and-- bracing his free hand to the wall and using that as leverage he'll slide them slowly down to the floor. The hand on her neck tugs her leg up and over his hips to facilitate the movement and from her she can rock against him more easily.

A nip or two at her lips is the only sass he'll give her for the moment. Her rocking and writhing has him well distracted and flushed. ]

[purpose]

[ The flooring is frigid and hard against the jut of her bare, bony knees, but it's — better. Undeniably better. She can set any easier rhythm like this, achieve a deeper angle where his cock glides into her cunt, without having to wrestle him to the floor herself. Her appreciation is everywhere — in the clenching and flexing of her abdomen when she slaps her palms onto the floor and leans back, in the darkness of her stare when her eyes fixate on the point where their bodies slip and slide together, in the moans that continue to vibrate in her chest. ]

I missed you. [ She admits. Free and disjointed, now that she's an incoherent mess. He had been with her, yes, but he hadn't been with her. Too closed off, too distant, compared to the raw, electrically charged vulnerability of this moment. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip but do little to suppress the shallow breaths and whimpers wrenched out of her. ] I missed this.

[ This connection, this intimacy, and not just the sex itself. The bond is in agreement, no longer protesting so vehemently, no longer strangely empty. She gives a punctuated twist of her hips and clenches down onto his shaft for emphasis, reclining further and balancing her hands on the tops of his thighs, instead. Part of her body warns her to go slow with him; she abides, for the most part, drawing off of him leisurely — only to impale herself back down onto him in one full thrust, hips knocking together hard enough to bruise and mottle their skin. Blunt nails press into the pale length of his thighs as she repeats the pattern, breasts bouncing with the harshness of her movement as she tips her head back. ]

[vaderstan]

[ If the deep flush of his cheeks is any indication, he's fine with this as well. A slow building heat pulling his chest tighter, it's taking everything he's got to stay propped upright against the wall and every thrust of her hips and clench of her walls around him has his arms weakening. He slips then, one arm falling out from under him and-- at least he doesn't hit his head, is just at a bit more of an awkward angle.

What a pair they make right now, him fully dressed except for his bare hands and wide open fly, and her with just some boots and this is fucking ridiculous. Han would probably be super proud tbh???

His head tipped forward, his eyes only half open and his lips, flushed and shining are parted with each heated breath. He's a picture right now. Waves of hair sticking to his skin and adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. ]

Rey--

[ A prayer. Always a prayer. Her name will never sound anything less than reverent and pleading from him. For a moment, everything is fine. All he needed was her. ]

[purpose]

[ Though consumed by sensation, she has the sense to readjust the moment his strength is sapped from him. Wobbling, she towers upright on the seat of his hips — and wraps her arms around him, clutching between his shoulder blades, to draw him in closer. A reminder that she can support him, that he is allowed to lean on her.

Her legs mimic the movement, now that they have some room to encircle his waist and lock him to her. It makes for a slower, shallower pace that has her knees and calves scraping against the wall behind them, but she pays it no mind as she buries her face into his neck. ]

Ben. [ She echoes back, no less worshipful. Mouthing at his throat, she pulls back once she twines her fingers through his hair and urges his head back in order to get a better look at his face. He's beautiful, she thinks, looking as ravaged and overwhelmed as she feels. Leaning in, she nips at his lower lip in appreciation, and then gathers his hands in her own to settle them at her waist. ] Help.

[ Eloquence is beyond her, now. She moves into his palms to the best of her ability, the only coherent indicator that she needs him to assist in moving her at this angle. Welcomes it, even. ]

[vaderstan]

[ He draws his own knees up when she entreats him, giving him more leverage as well as a place for her to lean back against if need be. But she asks for help and he grants her wish, hands finding her waist and digging into the flesh-- pulling her motions in to him.

He nearly feels powerless- but not in the same way he had when he was drugged and at the whim of Hux's bruising abuse. But protected and taken care of. He's practically whimpering as she takes his cock and he feels himself rooting more and more deeply inside of her. It's too much, really. His toes curl and he feels a searing hot sensation lick across his skin and every bit of clothing that Rey just LEFT ON HIM feels restrictive and tight. His heels dig into the floor and his hips try and push upwards-- even if Rey's movement is more than sufficient. It's instinctual and primal and he locks their hips together with his hands as he comes on a growling shout. Thank god the door is closed those fucking nuns would never be able to handle this shit. ]

[purpose]

[ The vice his hands create on her hips restrict her from accomplishing much more than rocking to and fro, helping him to ride out his orgasm, wringing what last drops of pleasure she can from him. It's nearly enough to drag her over the edge with him. Nearly. She shakes and shivers against him in the aftermath, but she hasn't come. It's written in the tense, coiled lines of her body, but she doesn't demand more from him. This isn't about her, after all, and she has already derived an immense, perverse pleasure from watching him abandon his control and lose himself inside of her.

Her face is as sticky with sweat as his own, flushed and glowing. Swiping through where it slicks his hair to his temple, her fingers push back strands, moving across his scalp to soothe him through the comedown period. ]

Good?

[ She asks when she can finally find her voice again, nuzzling into the side of his cheek. ]

[vaderstan]

[ He hasn't quite come down yet, everything seems hazy and bursting and she tenderly splays her fingers across his forehead to brush away his hair and-- He's buzzing and light. Feeling like he just wants to rip off every piece of clothing he has on right now. But bouyant.

Until he realizes she didn't get all the way and he's just-- ] No.

[ It's ragged and hoarse and his feet press into the floor to jut his hips into her-- one of his hands grips her hip again and grinds her against him. He's sensitive and this is just doing shit to his cock. Screw refractory periods, his dick is just "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WELL IG UESS WE ARENT DONE YET??/??" and his other hand jams between their bodies to find her clit.

This isn't gentle or a plea. He's aggressive about this, nearly violent. He's determined to get her off. ]

[purpose]

[ That no doesn't have time to hook into her and dredge up insecurity and disappointment in the area of her sexual performance. He ruts into her so quickly that she sways and squeaks with it, delayed in how she squeezes down on the arch of his shoulders to keep herself from being bucked off of him. ]

Ben —

[ What's meant to be an attempt at calming him dissipates instantly into a guttural groan, toes curling in her boots. He touches her like he has something to prove to her or to himself — assertive, demanding, wrenching the ecstasy from her. Dissuading him, even if she had the current composure for it, isn't viable — and she finds she doesn't want to as she should, no matter how tempted to reassure him that it isn't much of an issue. Instead, there's something damnably arousing in how he forces her body to succumb to him, bends it to his whim of seeing her undone.

Uselessly, she claws at the fabric of his tunic, scratching against it as she lets him guide her completely. It alleviates some of the strain of exertion in her muscles from riding him — but, more than that, it feels fulfilling to let him take over. She melts against his chest with a series of high-pitched whimpers, giving herself over to it. Finally, ultimately, she comes with a cry muffled partially by his cheek, cunt clamping down around him as if she can somehow miraculously draw him over the edge with her. ]

[vaderstan]

[ His dick is on a ride right now. Like "Please I'm DONE STOP" but also "okay but that feels awesome. More please.". There's not much room for any in between right now and it has him gasping as she comes around his cock. Drawing out the last bits of his orgasm to a finish.

Once he's certain she's come and he lets her down he lays back and just-- breathes. Deep and slow. Like he's just gone through a series of exercises and not just fucked the living daylights out of Rey. Jesus lord someone get her space karma sutra so she'll find more comfortable positions next time.

He hasn't really got much to say, at this point, he'll draw his hand away from her hip and wiggle the other out from between their bodies to wind them around her torso and just hold her there as he rides this afterglow. ]

[purpose]

[ She has no patience for comfortable positions. His future is going to be awkward, frantic limbs everywhere, all the time.

Weak from exertion and satisfaction, now, she nearly teeters back to relax against the brace of his knees. He captures her before she can, pulling him into her, and she is loathe to resist it. Loathe to leave it, even, but she refuses to ruin the afterglow with the reminder that she'll have to set a course back to the Resistance soon enough. ]

Better?

[ She asks instead, with what is undeniably a hint of warm, fond amusement. Their mutual exchange of pleasure must have satiated some need inside of him if he's keen to melt into a puddle, now that her needs have been met. ]

[vaderstan]

[ A soft hum of approval. Yes this is better. She's buzzing. He's buzzing. This is the only acceptable state that she is allowed to be in after they fuck, okay?

He feels that thread of regret she has and opts not to tug at it. Reality was going to call soon-- and he wasn't about to force the matter. ]

Slightly.

[ Somewhat sarcastic. But-- this wasn't how he thought this morning was gonna go so he DESERVES A BREAK ON HIS BAD HUMOR. ]

[purpose]

Slightly.

[ Repeated completely flat and unimpressed. She'd like to think fucking her would warrant more than "slightly better" as an assessment from him. Half-cocked ( ... pun not originally intended) as her revenge plans are, she rocks against him sharply in retaliation. They're both respectively hypersensitive, but she ignores the slight sting in her clit. A worthy sacrifice, all things considered. ]

Try again.

[vaderstan]

[ THIS IS NOT A BREAK THIS IS THE OPPOSITE OF A BREAK. He hisses as pleasure verging on pain shoots through his system and -- dear god they are both used up for the moment and WHY REY WHY.

He'll revise his previous statement then ]

Ideally, I would have managed to make you come at the same time I did.

[ THE SLIGHTLY WAS FOR HIM NOT HER. ]

But for now, I'm good.

[ He'll mirror her words only because he's afraid she may all out ASSAULT HIM OTHERWISE ]

[purpose]

[ Honestly, the prospect of assaulting him and continuing is tempting, in spite of how frazzled and overwrought they've become. She's too insatiable not to take it into consideration, and the knowledge that she will have to part ways for him — however temporary — has exacerbated her greed. The drive to have this intimacy as frequently and extensively as she can before she is called back to the Resistance, before physical distance becomes an obstacle.

Fortunately, she does take pity on his spent body, and her own nerve-endings that have been rubbed raw. With a smile, she stills her hips and presses her mouth to the corner of his. ]

I don't mind. You made me come earlier.

[ Surprisingly, it's the truth. She may have been left with an itch to scratch, but being able to watch him would have been worth it. Had been fulfilling, in its own way. Belatedly, she pulls back, and raises a pointed eyebrow. ]

"For now"?

[vaderstan]

[ Oh like he even needs to specify. He's sure he doesn't at this point. Rey has proven herself more than capable of being Over Eager for Sex. He's completely straight faced when he responds. ]

I'll have to make you come several times before I'm satisfied.

[ Like that will make it any easier for her to Not assault him further at this moment. ]

[purpose]

[ The laughter that bubbles out of her has less to do with the words themselves and everything to do with his delivery. Leave it to Ben Solo to look so impassive even when he's expressing a desire to make her come until she likely won't be able to stand steadily on her own two legs. ]

We could always start now.

[ And it's here she wriggles, just for emphasis, in that way that is only half-joking and playful because she's certain he needs to recover before that's a possibility. She wouldn't complain if he did take her up on that offer — she is, as he now knows, overeager for sex at all times — but she doesn't suspect that he will, and settles for the more innocent variety of affection she can take from him by mouthing lazily at his jaw. ]

[vaderstan]

[ There's a breathy huff and fortunately he realizes she's joking because-- he's tuckered right now. He wasn't prepared for this to dissolve into fucking. He thought she was upset and was ready to try and EXPLAIN himself??/? Even if it was the Lanai who were the cause of the upset. He needs his rest, he's not a goddamn teenager anymore.

He will tilt his head to the side to give her more access, let her claim every bit of touch and affection from him while she can. Looking around, even in this portion of the hallway he can see the Falcon isn't stocked. She'd have to leave very soon if she wanted to leave him with enough rations to get by on ( He could fish himself, but that would be a funny and sad site, given he wasn't used to living off the land in anyway way shape or form close to Luke or Rey) until she got back.

He tries not to think about it-- her leaving is one anxiety to be sure. But returning to civilization at all has his teeth set on edge as well. There are people who justifiably want his head on a pike, they want him chained up and marched down a street while people scream obscenities at him.

He doesn't begrudge anyone that-- but as of now-- the thought of other people still makes him jumpy. Suspicious. He's not sure how long that will take to go away.

He doesn't linger on those thoughts, instead he focuses on her. ]

Has it been a week yet?

[purpose]

[ Despite the turn of his head, she doesn't pursue mapping every available inch of skin once his question is out in the open. ]

In a day. [ On second thought: ] Maybe two.

[ If she really pushes her limits, but setting out sooner is the shrewder strategy. Their supplies are running thin, the Resistance doesn't have the resources or manpower to spare her, and the power vacuum created by both Hux's demise and Kylo Ren's disappearance has left the galaxy in an even worse state as all sides scramble for leverage. Selfishly, she has no desire to return to the war they've become entrenched in, but neither can she abandon what family she does have. The same faction that took her in, and now needs her possibly more than ever.

Sugarcoating it would only make it worse for Ben, and so she doesn't mince words by offering a vague answer like "soon" or "not yet". They knew she would inevitably have to reunite with the Resistance, after all; better they're both prepared for it, and planning for it, rather than pretending nothing is amiss. ]

I'll be back. [ She offers this with the hope it'll make up for her absence, somehow. Right now, that's the only promise she can keep. ] And I'll be able to contact you now.

[ Now that he has a datapad, that is, for those times their connection can't make contact. ]