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~~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!

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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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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[ Part of it. Which means that maybe it was him, and part of it had leaked through. Those impressions. The desire. The imagined wet sounds, the feeling of skin on skin, the hot breath. She searches his face, a flutter in her chest as she asks — ]

What did you cut me off from?

[ It's putting her back where she was in bed earlier, undoing the interruption, the figurative cold bucket of water dumped by Han.

He's made it clear, almost explicitly, that this can't happen. Not on Han's ship, not under his nose. But that doesn't mean she can't ask the question. ]

[ --She keeps doing this. She keeps doing this and he keeps trying to put up signs like NO THIS IS A BAD IDEA AND THEN SHE JUST BOWLS THEM DOWN AND KEEPS DOING IT HARDER. ]

If I show you, will you get into clothes? [ AND END THIS MADNESS. HOW LONG HAS SHE BEEN NOT DRESSED WITH HER AROUSAL COVERED FINGERS ON HIM??????????

also this is not the way to handle this situation but he's a desperate man right now ]

That depends what you show me.

[ There's something savage and wild in the expression she wears when she tells him this. Her eyes dart around his face, tracing every twitch of muscle. She is getting the feeling, now, that he does not want her in clothes. And that is the trouble, isn't it? But she's still not sure — not completely sure.

So she is still invested in him showing her. Something indisputable. Proof, maybe. She adjusts her grip on the blanket. ]

If I don't get into clothes, I'll lock myself in the refresher or the crew's quarters until I'm ready to put some on. You won't have to look at me. [ But he might have to feel her. Already her thighs clench with anticipation. ]

[ This is the dumbest shit. this is the dumbest shit he's gotten involved in so far. His lips press together and he's sure this fire she's trying to touch is going to burn them both. But it's waaaaaaay too late for that now. Far too late for reasonable action.

He reaches to grasp the hand still at his waist, tracing the arm to the fingers and links their fingers. Yes. The fingers she was about to stuff inside of her. The arousal slick fingers.

Those fingers. ]

Okay.

[ And this will be the moment he sends the image over. Her pressed against the wall of the refresher as water drips over them. His body practically shielding hers as he crowds her entirely. Two fingers are pressed inside of her as his thumb works over her clit. And she would be making noise-- but his mouth is firmly sealed over hers. Devouring any whimpering moan that comes out.

Once he pulls it back, his fingers are clenched around hers tight and cheeks are flushed bright. ]

Good?

[ BEN SOLO. NO. ]

[ It's a vivid picture. The details are wrong. In part because it's his image, and she is not herself in it, but him. Broad shoulders and lumbering over her own form, which is too filled out in some places and too thin in others.

Her eyes are wide, her lips parted and wet and her breath heavy as she stares up at him, hungering for more of it as he snatches it away. The hand in hers tells her that his fingers are bigger than hers, will better satisfy. The picture he paints tells her that he knows his way around her body despite his professed lack of experience. ]

Good.

[ Her voice is a rasp, scratching over her throat. Thick with desire. She wants it. The slick of her arousal sticks to her thighs, pooling out of her. It's never been so overwhelming, so distracting. Her fingers twitch in his, ready to succumb to the desire to pull him closer, to —

She lets go instead. Of his hand. Of one side of her sheet.

It exposes her body to him, tanned and freckled and smooth, but for the hair that blankets her legs and forms a patch that makes an imitation of modesty by obscuring the apex of her thighs like it's just some shadowed area. The rosy peaks of her nipples have hardened — from cold or from arousal, it's not quite clear. She would have to take a guess, herself.

She doesn't linger. She pulls the sheet over one arm and brushes past him towards the crew quarters, heading inside, as she had promised. Either to clothe herself again or to take care of the problem he has created for her — unclear which, just now. ]

[ His brain just. Stops. Like He wasn't asking for full frontal nudity and yet there it was. Underage and just. Skin.

So much of it.

His mouth is dry and Like He's been holding back hormones and boners but his dick is like

"Please. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?????" And so he does the smart thing and sort of just. Steps behind her. Because oh god there's so much teenage ass there but if he has to see full frontal nudity again he's losing it. Let's not even talk about touching her right now. ]

I can help.

[ This has gone from sorta maybe a thing to "oh my god this is a Lot of a thing" ]

You showed me.

[ The fact that he follows her honestly comes as a surprise. She turns around once she's in the crew quarters. She's never been stark fucking naked in front of someone before, surprise, so she's having a hard time not reaching to cover herself up. But she's committed to this. Her cheeks and ears are slightly pink with the effort of maintaining it. It's just a body. They've seen each other's minds. This is nothing. ]

I thought you wanted me to put on clothes.

[ She doesn't sit down on the bunk, not just yet. The door is still open and some part of her mind is screaming in a panic, telling her to get him inside to close the door lest Han and Chewie come back and all those terrible consequences he had mentioned come to pass. But she bites down on it.

No. They wouldn't push her out. No, they wouldn't put her on another ship. ]

[ Yeah he's not concerned about chewie or his dad.

Chewie knows exactly what's going on and is like "yeah like we're stopping that. And he's not That concerned about the age difference. Wookiees are more relaxed about this shit (I'm making this up but i mean plz). Han........................... was just mind controlled and still thinks his son is being Decent but is fooling himself.

Ben is just-- taking a breath and finally taking those last few steps into the room and the door swishes shut behind him and-- ]

What do you want?

[ Her shoulders heave with the effort of her breath as soon as the door shuts behind him. It feels final, that hydraulic click, like they have made some kind of secret deal. She wets her lips, looking him over. She hardly has the vocabulary for what she wants, couldn't even imagine it properly as he had. What she understood in feelings and instincts, he had fully actualized.

He's older, of course. And he hasn't been isolated on a desert planet. Probably she could have bartered for holoporn. Probably it would have been a waste of portions when she got by just fine without. ]

Help.

[ She affirms this despite her fears. He's thinking of those things, surely. He's considering it.

At this point Rey crawls onto the bunk. She sits with her knees extended to one side at first, as though lounging on top of the bunk, then resettles to sit up straight and properly with her knees bent over the edge of it and her heels together on the floor. Yeah, that's better.

Or worse? Not attractive, surely. Her breasts aren't anything much to look at, and what else can he see like this? But she can't just get started. ]

How — [ She looks him over, hungry and nervous. It takes another attempt to frame what she really wants to ask. ] Should I sit like this? I usually lay back.

[ He's going to Jedi hell. Surely. Definitely.

Oh well. If he's going he might as well enjoy the ride down. And this is just all so perverse and weird-- what ever. THIS IS FINE. He steps forward, making his way past the clothes she's strewn on the floor and all of his inhibitions. ]

First thing's first. [ That's murmured softly before he leans over her and cups her face in his hands and presses his mouth to hers. Rey may sex it up in a moment but he's gentle but firm and HE'S NOT ABOUT TO DIDDLE HER WITHOUT GIVING HER A FIRST KISS OKAY. ]

[ She doesn't expect it. Somehow, she should have, but she hadn't expected it. It's soft and enveloping and it's a dangerous path to go down because this intimacy is different than the offer of a service rooted in arousal. This is … affection.

A soft, approving noise comes from the back of her throat, lost against his mouth. She wants more but doesn't know what to reach for, and so the kiss remains chaste, but harder. Firmer. Her hand slides up around to the back of his neck to pull him into it. ]

[ One day she'll note that carnal intimacy is completely wrapped up in affection for him. He's he one getting turned on by her smiles and hand touching. He really feels like the weirdo at this point, but it's devoured by the feeling of their lips brushing together. Like they're completing a circuit.

He pulls back to breathe-- just for a moment before he kisses her again and again and eventually those chaste kisses dissolve to something else. He nudges her to lean back on to the bunk just as his teeth nip lightly at her lower lip and he runs his tongue across the seam of her mouth. Asking for entrance as he pulls both of his legs up on the bed to kneel over her, but not straddle her. Once he gets up there his hand will dare to touch her body and skim lower over her skin. There'd be more attention paid to the process but he's just-- distracted by her mouth right now. His fingers, however, will manage to find that wiry patch of hair and slowly start to press between her legs. ]

[ The gentle insistence of his lips pries hers open, and she's awed by how soft and wet and warm his mouth feels against hers, how natural it is. It's that moment when she decides she wants to feel that everywhere, to dissolve into it. Her tongue is unpracticed and awkward, but it probes against his, her mouth widening a little too far for lack of models of this sort of thing to go off of.

She has not witnessed enough kisses, surveyed them with the intent of one day having her own, to have any kind of technique. Only earnest. It's a little too wet and a little too fumbling, but it's real.

The focus she puts into it leaves her surprised when his hand makes its way to between her thighs. She breaks the kiss then, gasping, staring up at him with wide eyes. No one has ever— Well, obviously. She's too young. Still growing into her longer limbs, practically flat as a board in the chest, and muscled like a fathier.

Still, bitterly, she realizes as his fingers press against her folds that she knows the fair price for trading this sort of thing away, had she ever needed to. She kisses him again in hopes it will help her forget it.

It's a short one this time. ]

Wait. [ She whines. Not because she isn't ready for him, but because she doesn't want it over so fast. They're in a rush — or they should be — because of Han and Chewie, but … his hands feel so good on her skin that she can't help it. She reaches for his hand and guides it up over her stomach to one of her breasts. ] Go slow.

[ She searches his eyes as though trying to make an apology to his pride as she adds — ] I can show you.

[ Yeah he has a larger frame of reference for kissing but doesn't mind her exploratory strokes of her tongue or the way she can't decide what to do with herself. It's actually turning him on more which is just making this experience so wholly more confusing.

A feeling which nearly turns to panic when she says "wait" like. SHIT. Maybe he read this all wrong and--

Oh. Okay.

Yeah. Admittedly, he'd been rushing a bit because his dad and chewie and he's not sure how long he can keep them waiting. But. ]

Okay. [ He presses his mouth to her cheek and then jaw. ] Show me.

[ She skims her hands over his shoulders to steady herself, huffing out a breath. The touch is featherlight, barely getting through the clothes he's still wearing. It only occurs to her then how disproportionate this is, how he gets to keep everything on and she is bared before him. But then, what hasn't she seen yet?

Certainly not this. She's cornered herself into touching herself for him. One of her hands settles on her breastbone and glides down over the slight mound of her uncovered breast. She nods to him, as if to encourage him to imitate on the other one that she had coaxed him into covering. She brushes her hand across the nipple lightly, palm flat, then splays her fingers to knead at it.

Squeezing lasts only a minute before she takes to skimming her fingers over her nipple again and takes then to pinching it, flicking it, rubbing it. Anything to get that sting of stimulation to shoot into her abdomen.

Her breath is rough and uneven by the time she lets her hand coast down to her ribcage, and she takes her time skimming up and down her side, exploring the smooth planes of her waist, of her barely-there curves. She holds his gaze steady all the while, then spreads her legs for him, opening her hips, bending her knees to lift her thighs slightly so she can trail her fingertips up her inner thigh, a light graze. Teasing.

The touches are all shy, the sort of exploratory skimming that comes with a teenager getting familiar with her body — but the heat in her gaze is intense, and after a few moments, there's no hesitation or shyness left in the way she completes the gestures for him, demonstrating the kind of touch she seeks from him.

She lets her fingers finally, as they reach her upper thighs, brush against her folds, dragging some of that slippery arousal along her inner thighs. ]

[ He studies her diligently, fingers pressing into her breast and flicking against her nipple until it's stiff and at attention. But his main concern is watching the trail her fingers blaze. How she drags them across herself, teases and presses and then the way she looks at him. A tempting nymph begging for his attention.

Once she finishes and grants him permission he hums softly in acknowledgement, leaving one hand to work at her breast as the other presses between her legs and begins to touch her delicately. ]

Tell me if it's uncomfortable. [ Like. Even if he imagined himself pressing multiple fingers up her cunt he's not going to rush into that for someone as young as her. ] And we have to try and keep it down. Okay?

[ Once she acknowledges him, he softly brush a thumb across her clit. A teasing gesture to ease her into this. ]

[ That one, simple brush blows her pupils wide. She gasps, her whole body coming alive with it. He tells her to keep it down, but how can she? Touching him anywhere is like touching a live wire, introducing unchecked electrical current directly into her veins. The bond, her mechanic's brain supplies, catching them in some kind of feedback loop.

This is tenfold.

Anticipating it, dreaming of it, breathes new life into the contact. She arches into his touch, hungry for more, and it drags a low whine out of her. Stars, she doesn't know how to keep this down. ]

Inside. [ She draws out the word in a whine. ] I want to feel you. Please.

[ This last word comes out choked. She isn't the 'please' type. She's blunt and direct and utterly desperate for his touch. All the blood rushing to her swollen, dripping cunt has left her head woozy and light. Her decision-making isn't primed right now. But she is coherent enough to accept that this is going to be loud if she doesn't work harder to stop herself.

She looks around and eventually settles on grabbing the blanket. She pulls it towards her and bites down on a mouthful of it like she's preparing to have a broken bone set. ]

[ That soft whine is like music to his ears and the way she demands him inside of her has his dick pulsing in his pants. He's never been this turned on in his life and he's just reeling in the feeling.

He circles her clit with the pad of his thumb and begins to softly kiss and mouth at her neck. He doesn't keep on anyone spot long enough to leave any mark, but it's distracting attention, meant to split her focus as he slides his index finger along her folds, and then inside of her.

She's dripping wet, but tight. And, duh of course, she's young, she hasn't had any sort of experience to train her body to loosen(AKA she hasn't been shoving random shit up there)-- The thought sends a bit of guilt through him, but he'll work her slow. Slipping in deeper and deeper within her as her pumps his finger, occasionally curling it within her and trying to find that specific spot within her. ]

[ Operation Distraction is a success. Rey's eyes light wide when his finger slides in because it catches her off guard and suddenly his finger is in her, finding a steady rhythm. Soaked as she is, it goes in easy. She's never been this slick before. She can feel it smearing across her thighs, dripping along the curve of her ass as the pumping motion of his finger drags some of it free.

She's flushed — embarrassment and hunger alike at war within her. Reason tells her that he wants this, and she can feel through the haze of her own pleasure that he's aching for this, but she can't understand. She can't understand why. She's nothing. Surely he'll see something he doesn't like as she opens herself to him, but not yet.

His finger is thicker than hers. She hasn't acted yet on the impulse to find the handle of one of her tools and press it inside, though she has ached for something bigger than the one finger she has been bold enough to slip in. Now she wishes she had. It feels so good. Not just intrusive, not filling a space that already existed as her finger did, but stretching that space. Her body sings for him.

The sheet between her teeth quiets the sound she makes — it's a groan in the back of her throat, muffled by the ball of fabric she was right to gag herself with. She bites down on it, harder, and starts rocking her hips to encourage his rhythm, to grind herself into the attention of his thumb just right.

Something sparks within her as his finger curls. From what had felt like an odd kind of exploration on his part at first suddenly blooms a new kind of heat. Yes, yes, yes, begs her brain. Her hips swivel, angle, trying to get him there again. She nods her head urgently, afraid to make more sound, but visibly choked up and overwhelmed and still desperate, ragged, silently begging for more of this with her dark, shining eyes. ]

[ The way she rocks against his fingers, fucking herself on him is really one of the most erotic things he's ever witnessed. She struggles and writhes in the blankets and there's no fucking way they aren't going to know that Rey was Doing some shit in here. Which brings up the vague question of where the fuck is he going to get off then but---

Fucking now, worrying about that later.

The hand still at her breast pinches her nipple softly, not nearly as harsh as she had been. And he works his finger deeper into her cunt until he's up to his knuckle. Once he gets there, he'll start pressing a second finger into her.

Shit. He's so hard already it's ridiculous. He almost can't see straight.

He leans over her and presses his mouth to her forehead. ]

Tell me if it hurts too much.

[ Again he works his fingers deeper within her, gentle and caring and nearly sweet. When he feels her loosen up enough he'll curl his fingers in her again- working that angle her body had been insisting on ]

[ Oh. Oh.

Breath catches in her throat. She opens up to him easily, a testament to his gentleness and how ready she is, how badly she wants this, but even slow, it's such a new feeling and the pleasant stretch so intense that she reaches up to grip the back of his neck and holds him against her forehead.

Her warmth twitches around his fingers, tighter in how her body bears down around him, tension and nervousness making her resist the stretch once he's well and truly inside. But he keeps working her, carries her through, and a string of soft whines gets caught in the muffling sheet, which is soaked now with her saliva.

These little noises of approval — ah. Yes. Uh-huh — never amount to full thoughts. Those are beyond her grip. But she arches her back to press her breast into his hand, savoring the little pressure he applies which spreads through her to loosen her back up.

She's never felt so good.

It's like being sick with fever and drunk on pleasure all at the same time. Overheated despite her nudity, dizzy despite the fact that she is laying down and anchored to him, starving for touch despite the fact that no one else has ever felt more of her body than this.

And then his fingers curl into that spot again — once, twice, over and over, and she lets out a sharp keening sound in the back of her throat. Just a moment of it. A yelp that the sheet doesn't smother enough. The electrical pulse travels through her body, bringing a tremor with it, and she's digging her fingernails into the back of his neck and tensing up all over and —

Oh, it's sweeter than it's ever been on her own. She thrashes against him, bucking, fucking herself on his fingers while she comes apart, her muscles tensing and fluttering around him. A fresh flood of slick spend coats his fingers, drips out onto his hand and her thighs. Her breath is ripped from her, leaving her chest heaving unevenly to try and reclaim it.

Spots of color pollute her vision, which is darkened by the intensity of what he's given her. It doesn't feel real. Any minute now, she'll awaken, and Chewie will be shaking his head in the next bunk at her wantonness and she will have to face Ben this morning knowing she dreamt this. But it never falls away. She never wakes up. ]

[ He works her through her peak, pressing circles to her clit and dragging his fingers in and out of her slowly. He's thorough and slow wanting to squeeze every ounce of pleasure from her orgasm before letting her loose once again.

Once her cunt stops fluttering as much and the tremors have died down, he'll pull his fingers from her and reach up to pull the makeshift gag from her mouth. A puff of her own breath is all that will make it out of her mouth before he's kissing her. It's filled with desire and need as his tongue seeks out hers. The slow languid kiss is punctuated by the way his hand presses into her hair-- despite her arousal still sticking to it, who the fuck cared at this point??? His body is pressed tight to her side, his need is obvious even through his pants.

To his credit, he's not being pushy about it. No frantic grinding or shoving her hands towards his dick as if this Had to be an even exchange. Really the original promise was all about him satisfying and helping her, his release was never a part of that contract. ]

[ It's so much better this way than on her own. She keeps coming back to that as he pulls her through, helping her come down slowly. On her own, the pleasure always stopped abruptly as her orgasm hit, and she was left immediately cold and empty. Instead, Ben caresses her, holds her, attends to her.

When the sheet pulls free of her mouth, dark with the stains left by her saliva, she opens her mouth to offer that praise, but he cuts it off with a sudden, devouring kiss. She gets caught up in it, turns into it, moans into his mouth.

That's when she notices … him. It doesn't process at first. She thinks maybe his belt, or something might be — but no. There's more give than that. And when she realizes it, she breaks the kiss, searching his eyes, his face, and taking in for the first time his arousal. The sheer bulk of his body and the insistent way he kisses her seems to make its own demand, even though she knows he would never give voice to it. Having noticed his need, she doesn't know a way out of this without seeing to it.

Her cunt twitches, throbs. She can't quite imagine it inside of her, hasn't a strong enough sense for what it looks like or feels like, but she knows that her body wants it there. She'd seen him through his briefs, just the shape, but it seems bigger now, pressing into her like this. ]

Ben …

[ She practically whispers his name, her voice hoarse with desire. ]

I want — [ She doesn't know what. Her own body isn't a mystery. She has touched it, familiarized herself, surrendered to these feelings in enough perfunctory ways to get the job done for herself of late. But his body is different. It's wide and hard and dense. ] What should I do?

[ He's panting by now, pupils wide with desire and holding back every inch of want he has. He's doin' his best to behave right now and is failing in so many fucking ways but at least he's not just ripping his cock out and shoving it in.

Even then he's reading her anxious tension pretty clear and there's no way he'll do this if she's feeling obligated. ]

You don't need to if-- [ He stops because he realizes how insanely breathless he sounds and. That is also the wrong way to say that sentence. He needs to stop presuming things about her. ]

Do you want to?

[ Do you want. To see the D. ]

Yes.

[ It's an almost automatic reaction. She's never felt that good before. Of course she wants to return the favor. She almost doesn't understand why he's holding back. But she's no fool; he's worried about payment instead of gratitude. ]

Before you found me, I was thinking of you.

[ It's perhaps the one thing she can say to assuage those concerns. ]

You felt so much better than I imagined.

[ Just the thought of more of this has a familiar twitch pulsing through her cunt, as though it's waking up and recalling the motions it just went through. ]

Let me do that for you. [ She sits up a little, reaching one hand for his pants, begging permission. ] Please, Ben. Tell me how.

she sure is

DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT

there are many things she could do about it be careful what u wish 4

DO. SOMETHING. ABOUT IT. (FYI My mom called me in the middle of this tag to talk about saving money)

you asked for this

I did. It's wonderful.

they made it so long

Only because Ben Solo was being an actual good boy but the force and rey got him fucked up

he MIND CONTROLLED HIS DAD

I said **WAS** BEING A GOOD BOY

WELL IT DIDN'T LAST LONG ENOUGH

HOW LONG WOULD LONG ENOUGH HAVE BEEN (4-5 years)

don't be ridiculous we don't have that kind of time

WELL THEN HOW LONG

SHRUGS

this is all according to your keikaku fukkin admit it.

i mean i did once play yagami light

sCREAMS. THROWS POTATO CHIPS AT YOU

eats them slowly

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I said WAS BEING A GOOD BOY