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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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[vaderstan]

[ ---He's just


No rey.


None of this is comfortable. Honestly she'll get the most comfortable spot because-- ]

You'll be sleeping on top of me then.

[ Seriously the cot is tiny. ]

[purpose]

I won't take up much space.

[ Ben should be the one most concerned about what position she's going to be splayed out in if he's worried about tiny tits right up in his face. In the meantime, Rey is adamantly in denial and will continue to repeat to herself that they'll make it work. Yup. She won't have to sleep uncomfortably on top of his sculpted shoulders or have to press herself against every crevice of him. This is fine. This is all fine. ]

Does it bother you? I thought you said it didn't.

[ Someone please get her a manual to figure this shit out, preferably ASAP. ]

[vaderstan]

[ ---- Well. She hasn't had experience sleeping on top of people has she? He supposes not. And it's not as if he's done it in a while-- the last time was before his father left and he was still... very very small.


But he's done it enough to get the concept of what she's in for. Which is just a Lot of Galaxywide. ]

It doesn't. [ He states that simply because it-- should be pretty apparent from him molding himself to her back last night that it doesn't bother him in the slightest. ] But--

[ Excuse him, he's just-- going to pluck her up into his arms and then put her in his lap so she can get a Semi Galaxywide experience. There's just shoulders and pecs and arms and hahaha don't look too hard at the collar of his shirt and he still smells like the leather of his armor and now you can see those moles and scars you've been wanting to see up close right in your face. ] Is this okay?

[purpose]

[ There's a whole lot of manhandling going on without any warning. Rey doesn't have time to register it. At most, there's a split second where she grunts out a guttural noise of surprise, and then she's being confronted with her fluctuating, rampant hormones. Arms. Chest. Shoulders. It's probably better for the both of them that her brain is shorting out; otherwise, he might have inadvertently startled her into clawing and spitting at him like some stray desert cat being picked up for the first time. ]

Yes. [ She says once she locates her voice, pretending to overlook the rough scrape it has become. She wouldn't have suggested it if it wasn't fine, she wants to impatiently snipe. Instead, she curbs the urge by clamping her teeth down onto her tongue and wriggles around experimentally. Yes, this is fine. Her ass is too bony for it to be comfortable without squirming, but she eventually settles into her new position. ] Why wouldn't it be?

[ Aside from the staring contest she's engaging in with his chin, lest her eyes start to wander where they shouldn't. ]

[vaderstan]

[ --squirming is a thing that happened and he is just dealing. JUST FINE.

But she's hilariously stiff and notably staring at his chin and you know.



She's not getting the full effect.

There's a bit of shuffling and his arms tuck around her more tightly as he lays back on their tiny bench which is hardly any bigger than the cot and just: ]

And now?

[ Full. Galaxywide ]

[purpose]

[ The new distribution of his weight makes her careen forward, but she catches herself with a reflexive grab for his shoulders — a move that's undoubtedly an error in judgement. She's regained her balance, but only at the cost of her sanity. Towering above him like this, straddling him like this, brings to mind a series of filthy images she has to actively work to repress. Time to adamantly not envision what this would be like without clothing acting as a barrier.

Her fidgeting only worsens the matter, exacerbates her dilemma with the slight friction she mistakenly generates. Correcting herself, she slides her pelvis up and away from his, and plants her fingers on either side of the bench. ]

Yes. [ Repeatedly a little more firmly this time, a little more vexed. Sexual frustration is becoming a prime factor in her mounting impatience. ] You didn't answer me. Why wouldn't it be?

[ Probably because of that aforementioned sexual frustration. Just an idea. ]

[vaderstan]

[ Rey this is everything he warned about. And why do you fit so nicely on his chest??? Not to mention the friction.

This is some really dumb feeling out right here because he's still Not Sure about if he could kiss her and


This is a confusing time for both of them.


But her more because he's enjoying how hilariously determined she seems to be at proving this is Fine. ]

You said you aren't used to sleeping in the same space as someone. You should know what you're getting into.

[purpose]

[ This is fine. This is very fine. If she sticks her head in the sand, she won't have to acknowledge that she's grappling with herself and her conscience, not to mention the copious amounts of sexual confusion this encounter is invoking.

The floor wouldn't be much better, now that she reconsiders it. Not when her ass was pressed flush against his crotch while he slept behind her, where he could easily lift her leg and slide into her in one smooth stroke.

— No. No, she's not going to think back on that, either. Someone help her. ]

I knew what I was getting into when you crushed me in your sleep last night.

[ Pointedly, she fixes him with an accusatory look. He hadn't, not really, but the levity is a distraction from... everything. ]

[vaderstan]

[ She's growing frustrated and he can't quite pin why. Because like


Isn't it more weird that she's super okay with being this close to him than the other way around. Like yeah he'd seek reassurance he's kylo fucking ren no one should be okay cuddling him

And I swear he's gonna do something really dumb soon but not before sitting back up with her and quipping ]

And what if I wanted to be on top?

[ I hate the both of you, I hope you die virgins ]

i can't stop laughing at "I hate the both of you, I hope you die virgins"

[purpose]

Stop moving so much.

[ Because now she has to latch onto his shoulders again and subject herself to the bunching of his muscles as he moves. Combined with the realization that their hips have slotted back together again, he's doing wonders for tormenting her.

A heavy burst of air exhales from her nostrils, huffing out her tension as she coaches herself into relaxing. Predictably, it doesn't have any effect. She's still unnaturally still, fearful that one movement from her will spark the same frustration and friction. ]

I don't see how that would work. You're too big.

[ Wow that is some choice phrasing at work. ]

as u said they deserve it.

[vaderstan]

[ So much choice phrasing and-- She's still no pushing him away?? Even as she whines about him moving and makes questionable comments about his size. And their hips are definitely together and--

There's a lot of things going on here-- his want for her, his want to kiss her-- his desire to get rid of the feeling of Hux's mouth against his and

Just a lot of things he should be seeing therapists for right now. ]

I think you've proven yourself capable of handling me.

[


okay but seriously.

Maybe it's the trauma. Maybe its the circumstances. Maybe its the fish nuns screaming at them. Hell it could be Luke's Ghost screeching from Jedi purgatory.

But he wants to push this. See what it is. See what it isn't because otherwise he's gonna be up at ass'oclock listening to porgs and Rey's breathing and no one wants to read that angsting.

He's leaning in. AND HES NOT MAKING THE LEAP TO HER MOUTH YET (because he has a feeling she hasn't had her first kiss????????????) But. Maybe she'll think he's just being a snuggly bastard until his lips press to her pulse. ]

truer words have never been spoken

[purpose]

[ It's a mistake, she tells herself. A fluke, a brush of lips she's misconstrued as purposeful when it could very well prove accidental, a movement that's led him to nudge his mouth to the column of her neck. Allowing herself to hope it could be an unspoken proposition, an expression of want, feels — wrong. Shameful, like she's taking advantage of a man still recovering from his trauma.

Worse yet, she doesn't want to assign meaning where none exists. If she were to convince herself he sees her as desirable, the disappointment when she discovers the opposite is true would be, in some ways, crushing. She tells herself to retreat before that becomes her reality, before she acts on the impulsive surge of arousal that flares from her, but her lips part with a gasping moan and derail her attempts to pretend she's unaffected before she can rein in her dissolving self-control.

For fear of ruining the moment, she doesn't dare speak, to ask him why he's deliberately mouthing at her throat. Coherent thoughts have temporarily fled from her mind as her focus narrows to the palm cupped at the back of his skull, pressing him closer to the drumming rhythm in her neck, like her pulse is trying to leap out from its cage beneath her skin and into his mouth. ]

except that horatio is evil

[vaderstan]

[ The sounds that rockets out of her mouth and the hand pulling at his hair is--- a pretty good signal, all things considered. She's confused and questioning, he can feel that, but there had been not smoothing ease into this so he's not going to take it as her like. Not being happy about this. She'd probably make it Very Known that she isn't happy about this if that were the case.

Still, he's not going to rush her (or himself). Every step is careful, and it's obvious in the way he softly explores her neck with his mouth, enjoying the feel of her heart beat leaping under ever press, eventually finding her jaw while his hands... Well. They're finding a gentle path up and down her back. For a time. A short amount of time because-- he wants to make his intent clear and what easier way to do that then cup those damnable breasts in his palms.

Totally gettin those nips warm. Duh.

He holds there for the moment. Mouth pressed to the corner of hers and this is still a question and not a demand. ]

Now?

he would take over the world if he was smarter

[purpose]

[ He doesn't want this, doesn't want her. He must be confused, she wants to say. Confused, lost, desiring her only because she's a constant — a fixture of the safety and familiarity he must crave.

What she does instead is illogical, driven purely by instinct and the arousal pooling low in her abdomen like warm brandy: she nods vigorously and arches her spine to push the small weight of her breasts into his searching palms, whining loudly when his callouses scrape over the hard, sensitive peak of her nipples. ]

Yes. [ She breathes out, a heavy and stuttering exhale that's more reminiscent of winded encouragement than a solid statement. But the glide of her mouth toward his, plush and begging for the bite of her teeth, seems to shock her out of an ill-timed fantasy; she draws back and blinks her eyes open, dark and dazed and vainly clinging to her last thread of rationality. ] You're sure?

[ And if he confirms that he is, can she trust he's in the right state of mind to agree? ]

And squeak for food constantly.

[vaderstan]

[ There are a lot of layers to this right now. A lot of layers including this being the place they first touched, them wearing Han's old clothes, it being probable that Luke is screaming "FINALLY" in relief, the night before last, and like


Everything in between and outside of that.

But rain and wind roar outside, combating the glow and heat of the fire. He feels the prickle of the Force just-- dancing around them, inviting them and enticing them and.. Just all of it. ]

Yes.

[ He is, at the very least, sober. Emotionally???? Who knows right now? But it's his choice and his alone. Looking at her now he wants her to know that.

Leaning in, his lips brush against hers. Softly. There's no rush to passion here, just a need to take back what was ripped from his hands. ]

and stare into windows creepily

[purpose]

[ What she lacks in experience, she makes up for in curiosity and exploration — and would account for in enthusiasm, if she weren't so wary of driving him away. Slowly, she parts her mouth and opens to him, experimentally flicking her tongue against his full bottom lip. He doesn't taste much like anything, aside from a flavor she can identify as uniquely Ben, pursuing it with indulgent, teasing strokes of her tongue against his own.

Her hand molds itself to the angular set of his jaw as leverage to investigate other angles, how it feels to tilt her head and suck his lip into her mouth until it's enticingly swollen and slick with her saliva. Her efforts are sloppy and without finesse, and more than once she bumps their noses and foreheads together, but it doesn't have to be perfect. Heat still flares in her regardless of the clumsiness involved, coloring her skin with a pink glow. ]

Okay. [ She says it to herself as their mouths disengage, a vocal acceptance of his decision murmured under her breath. And then her lips are on his skin like she's been magnetically pulled there, trailing just beneath his ear. ] I want you so badly, Ben.

[ Maybe she should be disgusted with herself for that, but she won't deny him the truth. Even then, she's remarkably restrained. The control, once stolen from him, should now be in his hands. That's agony for her and the little twitches of her hips rocking into his pelvis, but — she wants to give him that gift. That feels more important than chasing after instant gratification. ]

SHIT ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE SOMEONE PULLED AN ELLIE

[vaderstan]

[ A muffled sound into her mouth and-- quite honestly the enthusiastic and clumsy bump of her nose and forehead are a reminder that this is Rey. Rey and no one else.

He'll figure out if it's her first kiss later, right now it doesn't matter...


Especially as she declares her confession and-- all the jerky stiffness of the encounter is making more and more sense. Like. Oh you were actually thinking about doing this and that's why you seemed ready to jump. And-- he'll be super flattered by that later, well he is now but. You know. Again. She wants him. He's concerned about other things now. The way her hips start to rock against him and-


Wait a second. ]

Is that why you let your tits hang out?

[ It's good natured, he's aware she's being a ton more delicate than she'd probably be otherwise and he super appreciates that right now. He'll show his appreciation by kissing her neck again and slipping a hand under that practically see through shirt to flick his thumbs against a nipple, pert and at attention. ]

I LIKE HOW FORGETTING SUBJECT LINES IS NOW CALLED PULLING AN ELLIE

[purpose]

They're not — oh.

[ Argument momentarily forgotten, her hips and voice jump in tandem at the first brush of his thumb, surprised by the sheer magnitude of her reaction. The sensation shoots through her like electrical sparks arcing, nerve-endings transformed into a live wire, until she's pulling in agonized gulps of air. Her head lolling back precedes the flutter of her eyelids, pinching closed to concentrate fully on the ache that shoots from her nipple to her throbbing clit. ]

They're not hanging out.

[ She finally manages to say in ragged spurts, miraculously retaining the ability to sound mildly affronted about his accusation, good-natured or not. They're not hanging out?? Not in Rey's mind. That should be glaring evidence that she hadn't planned on any of this, that she had been too wrapped up in obliviousness and therefore blind to his own want.

But none of that feels like it matters now. Now, with his thumb plucking at her straining nipple and the grinding of her hips increasing with all of the determination of a woman trying to ride him into the bench despite the restrictions of their clothing. ]

ITS THE MOST ELLIE THING WHAT TRULY SEPARATES U FROM TIFA

[vaderstan]

[ This little fight doesn't even matter, at all. But he's enjoying the way she can't catch her breath and she's helpless and writhing against him in pleasure. Did he really do this to her? He'd been misreading


a lot. in that case.

Whoops??? ]

Why do you think I handed you that blanket?

[ He was TRYING HIS BEST. AND THEN YOU RUINED IT BY BEING ALL TSUNDERE AND CUTE TITS AND JUST BEING REY.

His cheeks flush as she grinds into him harder and his body is just-- really appreciating that friction right now A ton. Especially given the chill in the air and the growing ache in his pants and-- ]

Wait-- [ A hand finds her hips to help still her movements he needs a second to catch his breath ] -- Slower. Please.

[ Ugh. UGh. He's really hoping he didn't fuck this up. But the sudden escalation has his mind a little spooked right now Sorry Ready To Go Rey. He is ready and willing but at a slower pace that isn't quick and dirty for... obvious reasons. ]

it's true tbh forgetting subject lines is basically my signature

[purpose]

[ Wait, he says, and it takes her longer than she would have liked to process and heed that command. It feels like she's hearing him through water, the words unintelligible, but the fingers gripping at her hips to force her to be still — that conveys a message her body can translate for her lust-addled brain. She chokes back the high-pitched whine that wants to claw its way up her throat, mourning the loss of that rough friction, and freezes in place.

Kriff. Her muscles lock in her fit of mortified shame. Of course it would be too much too soon. She should have known, should have kept a tighter leash on her reactions, but she hadn't thought — That's the problem, isn't it? She hadn't been thinking — certainly not with her brain, at least. Adjusting, she slinks back, flitting away from his hold in order to stand. ]

Sorry. [ But she isn't looking at him. Her gaze has darted to the disheveled mass of woven blankets strewn out across the floor where they'd slept the night before. ] I don't think I should be on top.

[ If only because she understands her lack of self-discipline can and will be off-putting. ]

Lol you did it again

[vaderstan]

[ Oh no he feels her mortification and fear and-- HES JUST. HE DIDNT WANT TO FUCK IT UP SHIT. BUT. BREATHE KYLO. BReathe.

Cool. He slips his arms around her and holds her tight to his frame and just lets her heart thrum against him for a moment. ]

It's okay. [ He will get back to it in a moment he just wants to reassure her. He is Enjoying himself. He's definitely hard already it's just a matter of taking it his speed for the time being

Also in every other case her need for him to fuck her Now Now Now would be Super hot Honestly kinda in disbelief at how quickly she wanted to jump his bones. Tip toeing was not even working. ]

I was just surprised.

[ A soft murmur and he feels where she's looking and

he fukkin TOLD YOU the floor would be the best spot GOD REY.

Fingers lock under her ass and lift her up. Still aching but he doesn't want to let her go. He will risk ache-y muscles for this. A couple of shuffling steps and avoiding the fire and spilling her back gently across those blankets.

Man this fire lighting and him hovering over you is probably doing nothing good for your panties right now Rey. ]

WAIT WHAT DID I DO

[purpose]

[ Look, she's being practical. The cot is compact but adequate for resting, but for fucking? Someone is bound to tip over the edge of it and split their skull open. Not hot, definitely not a kink she wants to engage in.

Being hoisted about like she weighs nothing is going to take some acclimating. To some degree, the loss of control over her own limbs is frightening in how it forces her to rely strictly on him to support her, but she trusts him. She trusts him inexplicably, she realizes with an awareness that strikes her like a blow to the head. The revelation dawns on her as his shadow eclipses her from above, hovering over her and bathed in firelight.

He looks ethereal, surreal, in their surroundings — as if she's dreamed him into her memories. When her fingers smooth along his shoulder and follow the line to his shoulder, it's to remind herself that he's real rather than an intangible projection of the Force that's come to keep her company. ]

Don't be surprised by how badly I want you.

[ The words whisper out of her, but they aren't lacking in conviction. How could she not want him that desperately? But those are only words; actions speak louder, and she means for hers to relay his desirability, to reveal the depths to which she wants him. ]

Here. [ She watches him closely, eyes trained unflinchingly on his, and reaches for the hem of her shirt to slowly inch it upward. Her nipples pebble in the chill of the room, stiffer still from her arousal, but she ignores their demand for attention and glides her hand across her sternum and to the front of her pants. With some shifting, those similarly find their way across the room to leave her bare. It's an intentional move on her part to be so vulnerable while he remains clothed and armored, and a display of trust to provide comfort. ] You can touch me however you want.

[ Here, he has control. Here, he has the freedom of choice. Her arms stretch above her, lengthening her torso, to offer herself up like a sacrifice to both his gaze and his touch. ]

YOU FELL FOR ME SaYING YOU DID SOMETHING HAHAAAAAAA

[vaderstan]

[ Of course some part of her understanding can be boiled down to their bond. To the feelings and thoughts they share but-- it's more than that here. It's quiet paitence and willingness to let him try and find healing. Honestly, this is why he's so desperately in love with her, though those words will stay locked up for the time being. Not because they aren't true or he thinks she isn't ready but--


This just isn't the time. He can recognize that much at he very least. He leans into her touch, grateful for the warmth of her fingers and the fire. And-- honestly ]

You're beautiful.

[ Naked in the warm glow, eyes hooded and so vulnerable for him. This is a gesture that means a lot from her. She was always on guard, for good reason given where she came from. And yet for him she was willing to lay before him like this.

He'll take this moment to find both of her hands with his own, lacing them together and watching them for a moment. A strange recreation of their first night.... Touching. Possibly a bit ridiculous but he's sure she understands the significance of this moment as well. He takes one hand and presses his mouth to the back of hers, a warm lingering memento; Then leans down to capture her lips in his own.


I'm sorry, Rey. This is gonna be it's own type of torture. ]

wow i feel bullied just like horatio

[purpose]

[ She waits with bated breath for that appraisal, supplicating him in her own silent way. Am I good enough? Tell me I'm enough, her stare seems to say, anticipatory and pleading. She's felt the indisputable evidence of his attraction to her already, hot and hard where he'd strained between her thighs, but his compliment — you're beautiful, spoken without any ulterior motives or insincere charm — seems to soothe an ache inside of her.

Overwhelmed, she relies on the squeeze of her fingers around his to communicate what she can't and twines them impossibly tighter. Her knuckles still tingle from where his lips have grazed their bony edges, romantic and sentimental, when they fall back against the blanket and drag his hand down with them. She would have expected to feel trapped, cornered, pinned into place by the gesture — but, with Ben, it isn't a thought that flits across her mind even once.

Maybe it should be startling just how comfortable she is with him, but that's a moment of self-reflection best saved for another time. Rather than fall into it, she falls into him, straining upward to return the soft press of his mouth. The muscles in her neck ache with the movement, but the suppleness of his mouth is worth the price of a crick in her neck, though she does have the foresight to unlace a hand and wind it into the silken strands at the back of his head to pull him down to the blanket with her.

Like this, she's attuned to every hard plane of muscle fitted against her, arching up insistently just to revel in the press of his body weighing her down to the floor. Her hands itch to touch, to delve beneath the front of his shirt and dip into the contours of his abdomen, but she should be congratulated on her self-control for resisting. Channeling her urge elsewhere, she settles for gingerly sliding her teeth across the pillow of his lower lip, teasing nips of her incisors that hint at her want for more. Torturous as it is, she intends to follow his lead, regardless — even if it means clamping her legs together to deter herself from coiling them around his hips. ]

But ur athena ur bullying me

[vaderstan]

[ There's a sigh that passes his lips and he gives her hands another good squeeze to try and express his appreciation because-- honestly. If anyone knows how hard it is for Rey of Jakku to hold back it's Ben Solo. Fukkin comes at him turned up to 13 every time they run into one another so. He's appreciating this and her.

And just-- sorry. Since we are stuck at Ben Solo pace there's gonna be a good solid few minutes of kissing. At the very least this is not chaste kissing this is very much, exploring every crevice of her mouth, sucking on tongue, full gross wet mouth noises kissing that is honestly kinda hot but when you're a kid you're just like "wow that looks and sounds like the worst tho". I would describe it more sexily but i got a subway sammich right here so: He kissed her. A lot.

Only when her mouth is kiss bitten and red and he's got her squirming a bit does he change his trajectory. Pulling back (And there's even a dangling bit of spit which. Again. Kinda gross but also kinda hot) and looking down at her before pulling his hands from hers and slowly starting to map her body. Fingers first, tracing sinew and bone and dipping over her flesh-- feeling the scars she has scattered over her skin-- and very quickly after his mouth.

No hickies today. Really for practical reasons (he's not sure what their plans are and hickies are bad for making her not look compromised), but he won't stop himself from kissing and licking a line down her body. Starting at her neck and to her collarbone, finding a breast and then to her navel-- all the way to her hips and.

Give him a moment. He's swinging one of her legs over his shoulder. You can now proceed to be an indecent wanton creature Rey. He has opened your legs.

But his eyes are still locked on her face as he presses his mouth to the inside of her knee and up her thighs. He'd spend an entire day teasing her if he could. Honestly, sounded like a good way to forget all his circumstances right now. But you know. We will save that question of "is that a healthy coping mechanism" for a different time.

For now, his eyes have a question which he's pretty sure he knows the answer to. But. You know. Consent is kinda... important to him right now.


Can he.


Dive in.

He wants to Eat. You ]