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~~Ben Solo~~
Kylo Ren

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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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[ A puff of breath is the only indication of her disgruntlement. Blatantly ignoring her is the very opposite of beneficial for her ego, but neither is begging for his attention when he's feigning callous disinterest in her to the point of closing his eyes on her. ]

Fine.

[ That's said with no shortage of frustration or exasperated disappointment, but if that's the way he wants to play it, then that's how they'll play it. Without waiting for a response or reaction, she tugs her underwear down the length of her legs and tosses them aside. Part of her feels shameful for relying on her own touch to take care of the ache between her legs when he's such a short distance away, when maybe she should just leave and take care of the problem elsewhere, but she swallows thickly and ignores it. With a hitch in her breath, she skims her fingers against her slit and gathers the slick there before bringing her thumb to her clit, breathing out a sigh of relief. ]

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Bitch did not just.

She did.

They literally JUST STARTED TO SAY "hey maybe it would be neat if we could be a thing and she's just gonna immediately jump into masturbation. He sees your game Rey. He sees your game but you are Seto Kaiba and he is YuGiOh and he has his fucking Exodia ready and

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS TAG WHY DOES ANYONE PLAY WITH ME???

AHem.

Point is? He's calm. Alarmingly so. ]

While this doesn't count as consorting as of yet, I would be cautious about doing that at this moment.

[ Eyes still closed and trying Not To listen to the noises she's making. ]

I know what I'm doing.

[ She says, miraculously managing to sound terse even while breathlessly working determined circles against her clit. More aptly, she thinks she knows what she's doing, and it doesn't involving partaking in a ploy to lure him between her legs. Ideally, that would be her preferred outcome, but she has resigned herself to having to rely on her own fingers for the night. Years of self-reliance have at least made her adept at satiating her needs, unfulfilling and perfunctory as it's always felt.

Somehow, she has the decency to bite down on the heel of her hand while he's still present, muffling a whine when she sinks one finger inside of her cunt. Despite making for a wanton sight, it feels wrong to openly express any pleasure when he's right there, but his demeanor is too composed for her to feel any compulsion to stop. Without any discomfort radiating from him, she continues, sliding in the next finger when the first doesn't stretch her nearly enough. ]

If you don't like it, you can always leave.

[ It's her hut too ??? She's not going to run off to masturbate where the Lanai can blatantly see her dripping all over her hand. ]

[ Oh but Rey. You have forgotten ~~OR maybe ellie has~~ it's not night. It's morning. And you know what morning means, right?

Lanai burst into the hut. Loud squawking ensues as they were JUST TRYING TO CLEAN UP AFTER YOU FUCKERS AND HOLY SHIT YOU ARE DEFILING THIS ISLAND BY EXISTING AND JUST FUCKING GETTING YOURSELF OFF RIGHT HERE AND THEY JUST WANTED TO SWEEP. ANd like SURE half the time they sweep AROUND you both which was FINE and they stopped being LOUD ABOUT THAT at this point.

BUT THIS IS A MESS. A WHOLE JEDI MASTURBATING MESS.

Kylo, for his part, remains with his eyes closed and unmoved. Even as they point at his all black get up like "I CANT BELIEVE YOU ARE WEARING THAT SITH BULLSHIT AGAIN IN MY HOUSE".

He won't say he told you so, but his body clock is adjusting to this island and it was "Lanai burst in and be disruptive assholes" o'clock. ]

[ Does anyone doubt Rey's ability to masturbate from morning until night??? ??

At any rate, the peace and space from the Lanai could only last so long. Not only is it horrifying, but it's humiliating to have to scramble to cover herself while Ben continues his nonchalant act. Her fingers still shine with slick when she forcefully yanks the hem of her shirt back down to her knees, but they've already gotten a front row view to this Jedi masturbation mess. The flush of her complexion, too, does nothing to disguise her embarrassment or the enthusiasm she had been showing herself.

She doesn't look at the squawking crowd or Ben's turned back when she gets onto her shaky legs and bites out, voice cracking: ]

I'm going back to the ship.

[ And leaves, hobbling into her boots on the way out of the hut and this entire situation before firmly closing the door behind her. ]

[ HE TRIED TO WARN HER. Maybe he just rouses more easily when they burst in every morning. Their squawking and fussing has lessened in volume the past few days and they seemed less intent on trying to shame either Kylo or Rey for simply existing in the space as long as they weren't causing too much trouble.

But masturbating openly was too much trouble and Kylo had not anticipated Rey's reaction simply because she had shown herself to not give a single fuck about being naked to the world so. You know. Again he's trying. He's pushing himself up as soon as she starts to make her move and then-- gets the door shoved closed in his face. Which is just a double whammy since he's so freaking tall that the door is hardly big enough for him in the first place.

Thanks for shutting him in with the fish nuns Rey.

A few moments of squawking and pushing them aside, they seem to crowd him and pick at his clothes and he's not sure if he's getting to know them or if they hate him more??? But He's able to make it out of the hut and finds Rey well on her way to the Falcon--

Where he's actually... at a loss of what to do, because should he intrude on Rey???? Because he can't go back to that hut for like. At least an hour. They're probably dousing it in holy water. And like-- he hadn't intended on making Rey angry??? He's not even sure if she is. Which, she'll get about half way up the Falcon's ramp before Kylo just decides to say fuck it to what ever the fuck is happening. Fuck all this bullshit and pretense and Rey ALWAYS GETTING PISSY NO MATTER HOW HE DOES THINGS.

His glove clad hand will wrap around her wrist, yanking her towards him and pulling her tight against him as his lips descend against hers for a needy kiss. ]

[ Determined as she is to distance herself from the Lanai's open, horrified judgement of her, she doesn't quite sense Ben gaining ground on her. From a logical perspective, she should have anticipated it. Not only has he habitually tracked her across the island, the two of them nigh inseparable in their attachment, but his strides are considerably longer and easily double the length of her own.

But it isn't until his fingers fasten around her wrist and twist her in his direction that she recognizes that he's shadowed her to the Falcon. Still red-faced and radiating mortification, she doesn't have time to do anything but blink in his direction before his mouth is crushing itself against her own. Her placement on the Falcon's ramp eliminates some of the disparity in their height, but she still tangles her hands in his hair to pull him in closer after her brain has registered and her inaction has turned into sweeping her tongue into his mouth and tugging at his bottom lip with her teeth.

Admittedly, she isn't nearly as aroused as she had been. The Lanai's interruption has seen to that, a metaphorical bucket of ice cold water poured over her to temper her desire, but she feels the need to reaffirm that — for all of his composure and disinterest — he still wants her in a primal way. Her fingers twist into the front of his tunic, trying to keep him close — and, to some extent, keep her legs from wanting to give out beneath her when she's still vibrating with embarrassment and leftover adrenaline. ]

[ It's tangled and messy and imprecise and perfect. His mouth clashes with her and their noses bump together-- there's a stuttered surprised breath in the mix and he can feel her legs nearly give out. His arms clutch around her middle more tightly and even with her elevation on the ramp she can't quite meet how tall he is. For how much this shouldn't work it does. Everything about them together collides like two planets and that's what brings electricity along his skin as she kisses him.

He can feel her relief and now he can see a bit more clearly that she was worried she was being mocked. Which wasn't his intention-- he's just not quite the revving always ready to go engine she is and really. He thought she was more aware of the lanai about to burst the fuck in. You could time a clock by their schedule, really.

But there was something in hearing her say it. Hearing her confession.

He pulls his mouth away from hers, pressing it to her cheek as he mumbles. ]

I told you what I want Rey. Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you.

[ Perhaps that should sound a bit more demanding, but given the panting breath and the deep rumble of his voice it will probably have a different effect entirely. ]

You know what I want.

[ Surprisingly, there isn't any sharp impatience there, no defensiveness intended to deflect. Only a breathlessness that rivals his own, panting against the angular curve to his jawline. She has laid it out for him, and that hasn't changed. Plain and simple, she wants him. A future with him, however hazy the details are at the moment. More of what they are and could be to one another.

Her knuckles tighten in the fabric she's gathered in her fists, but pride doesn't prevent her from repeating it. ]

I want — [ She has to release one hand from where it's clutching to yank at his wrist, slot his hand between her legs. That should be straightforward and understandable. The gloves are a new texture where they cup her, where she rocks futilely into his palm, but she isn't in any hurry to remove them. If anything, it's almost thrilling. ] — you. I want you to make sure I don't want to be a good little Jedi.

[ Thickly, she swallows, throat bobbing with it. ]

I want you. Isn't it obvious?

[ Maybe he can't feel it for himself through the barrier of leather, but she's still wet and warm for him. Despite the Lanai dulling her arousal, her body hasn't yet forgotten how he had ignited it, how she had toyed with herself. More's the point, she's too far gone to worry that they'll wander out of the hut and see this, too, in broad daylight. They're too preoccupied, regardless, and the Falcon is too far on the beach to attract any onlookers. ]

[ Well-- it's more obvious as she just tugs his hand to her and ruts into it like a feral beastie. He can feel the heat through his glove, the way she's so slick that he slips along her easily, even with the extra leather. His mouth is dry and there are no good decisions about to be made here. All he knows is he's wanted and he's hungry for it. Wants to make her his and make her know she's his.

He presses his fingers along her folds, running along her and dragging her slick across her and dipping along her entrance briefly before he finds her clit and starts drawing slow lazy circles around it. Then his freehand slides down the curve of her back-- taking a moment to draw up that shirt to expose her breasts and let her flesh find friction against the front of his tunic, and then slip back down to dig into her ass. Clutching it tightly and then dragging her closer, into his body and hand. ]

Be more specific.

[ And then he gives her ass a slap. One that the lanai are probably tittering about. Like. It's one thing to fuck out in the open, but then to have kinky weird punishment sex out in the open????? ]

[ The harsh sound of leather striking skin echoes in the spaces around them. Ill-prepared for it, his fingers sting against her backside, a reddening mark forming from the burrowing and slapping of his hand. She doesn't shy from it; if anything, the sharp intake of air and the straining whimper that follow give her away, cunt clenching down around nothing. A hot rush of moisture coats his fingers anew as she wriggles around more desperately on his hand, now, enthralled.

All of this time she's been tiptoeing around soft boy Ben Solo, fearful of causing him discomfort, and he's been capable of this. ]

I want you to pin me down and fuck me. Hold me still while you give me your cock however you want to give it to me.

[ She admits, nearly choking it out as he strokes around the hard swell of her clit. The tiny jolts of her hips don't bring him any closer to it, but she moves restively in his grasp like they might. The hard peaks of her breasts graze the fabric of his tunic in the process, pulling another ragged gasp from the back of her throat. Offering up her complete loss of control should frighten her, but the prospect of surrendering it to him doesn't. She trusts him with her, with her needs, with this too extensively to fret. ]

I want you to force me to come over and over again. [ Angling her head, she scrapes her teeth against his neck — or what's exposed of it, really, in his current get-up. ] I want you, Ben.

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[ Her honesty earns her a finger pressed into her cunt, thicker now with the leather encasing it, he pumps into her slowly as his thumb finds her clit. Heavy, nearly over-bearing, but probably not enough given what he can offer her if he'd just lose his ridiculous outfit.

But her confession also earns her another stinging slap, right over the last one. Loud and resounding in the durasteel hull of the Falcon. ]

Is that all you want? My cock?

[ He soothes his hand over her stinging flesh, surprisingly light and delicate. ]

Or is there something else?

[ HE WANTS TO HEAR YOU ADMIT YOU WANNA DATE HIM REY. ]

[ The next smack of his palm tightens her cunt until her muscles are nearly strangling his finger. He feels impossibly thicker, that way — nothing so unfulfilling as the press of her own small fingers between her legs — and she only relaxes when he kneads into the flesh he's abused. ]

No.

[ The answer devolves into more of a moan, muffled into the hollow of his neck as she rocks back and forth and into the stimulation applied to her clit. In her current state, overwhelmed and dripping onto a glove that's surely going to be ruined from dipping inside her, that's already testing the limits of her ability to respond coherently. ]

I want all of you.

[ And the only way she knows how to relay it is in what she's already babbled. I want you. Wholly, and completely. ]

[ Honestly, he's probably gotten blood outta these things, he will salvage his last pair of fine leather gloves like his life depended on it. (These are his priorities. IDEGI) Either way that's not his concern right now. His concern is solely dragging her over the edge, one finger becomes two and with the leather it's a tight fucking fit. Still he's want to give her exactly what she asked for so he pushes in deeper with every thrust, twisting his wrist so he can angle in a bit differently and curl his fingers just right. ]

I think this is consorting at this point, Rey.

[ He's teasing her. Hope she didn't think he'd be nice once she admitted what she wanted from him ]

[ The slick stretch of her entrance is perfect, thick fingers spreading her open. Perfect, but different; the ridged leather of his gloves creates a new texture that has her gasping out anguished moans into the meat of his shoulder and clinging tighter to his bicep simply to keep upright. That pressure of her hand becomes nearly bruising as he curves his fingers just right, cunt fluttering around him as she buckles at the knees.

Thankfully, there isn't anywhere to fall. Ben's grasp keeps her stable, a sturdy pillar to keep her anchored. And perhaps that's what they are for one another — a grounding force, even when taking the other apart as calculatedly as he does with the stroking motions of his fingers against her walls. ]

Isn't that what you want? Making the last Jedi a slut for your cock?

[ She manages to grit out rather than the sullen, frustrated I don't care that wants to tear its way out of her throat in a growl. It's true, regardless; she doesn't care for outdated ideals that had alienated the Jedi from their loved ones, nor does she have the scope of focus required to reflect on it when she's as close to coming as she is. The muscles in her inner thighs quake with it, shivering and shuddering against his chest as he pushes her toward that edge. ]

[ He chuckles, low in his throat -- because right now that isn't what he wants from her. Maybe being violated changed his priorities, maybe he's always been a sentimental fuck. But she writhes and moans and collapses on to him and she's perfectly shaped. Bent and curved right into him, hardly able to breathe as he fucks her with his hand.

He spanks her again, honestly enjoying the rebound her ass gives him and the way she yelps every time he does it. And this one is timed with the insertion of one last finger. Stretching her wide as he continues his assault on her. ]

No. [ Low and hoarse. He's able to work his fingers deeper, curl against that spot within her again, press into her clit. He knows how close she is, he is completely intent on snipping that last thread of control. ]

I want to make the last Jedi-- [ He drags her ass into the motion of his fingers ] -- fall hopelessly --[ His fingers press deeper into her cunt, enough to make her lose her footing and have to rely on him for balance ] -- completely -- [ He presses a kiss to the top of her head ] --entirely in love with me.

[ y i k e s. ]

[ This is a startling time in her life, especially when she can't discern whether it's his rough treatment or that devoted sentiment that has her vision whiting out in a burst of sparks. Whichever it is, she comes harder than she ever has in her life; with a strangled sob, her cunt spasms around his fingers like she's desperately trying to pull him deeper, keep him trapped inside of her. To say nothing of the blunt nails clawing uselessly at the back of his tunic until she eventually scratches tallies into the nape of his neck, fastening herself to him as though her life truly depends on it.

It all but saps the strength in her legs. She stumbles simply from withdrawing to look at him, arms hooking tighter where they've encircled his neck to maintain her balance. Still, the dazed look in her eyes hasn't left — she can scarcely keep them open at all — and has been, if anything, exacerbated by that confession. In the middle of fucking her with his fingers until she's a crying mess, no less. Something in her chest wrenches with a pleasant, buzzing warmth. ]

What?

[ #Eloquent. ]

[ If he could frame the look on her face he would, honestly. Wide and doe eyed. He'd intended to catch her off guard, he hadn't expected it to work so... precisely.

Still, he looks a mix of a predator and bemused as he leans in to brush his lips to her forehead. A gentle caress as if that could clear any of what he just said up. ]

It would be far more traitorous thing to fall in love with me than to want my cock. [ On the very base level he's correct. Like, someone with eyes could admit that Kylo Ren was fairly easy on the eyes and Yes Would Smash. Perhaps he didn't see himself that way, but statistically there were people out there who would find him attractive and would like a chance with him in bed. (Lets not bring up Hux here. he's dead cool)

But falling in love is a different story entirely. And entirely the reason he had to kill Snoke. Once you catch feelings, your loyalties shift and those around you have every right to question your motivations. ]

[ Forehead kisses and clarification are a puzzling contrast to the fingers still stuffed inside of her. Reaching between them, she plucks his fingers from her with a squelch, ignoring her flare of arousal at the sight. Beneath the sunlight, the leather glistens from her, drenched in her fluids when she brings his hand to her mouth. ]

You don't want both?

[ The two don't seem like they should be mutually exclusive in her book??? ??? Theoretically, falling in love with him and being a slut for his cock should go hand-in-hand. As though to punctuate the point, she draws his fingers into her mouth and hollows out her cheeks in very obvious mimicry of wrapping her lips around the cock in question. He tastes like an odd mixture of her and leather, but she curls her tongue around the tips of his fingers, anyway. ]

[ He's watching that with-- intense interest. Eyes completely focused on the pink of her lips and how nicely they look around his gloves. Dim dirty fantasies he had stuffed away into dark corners of his mind are dredged up and... this morning actually seems to be going well.

Which is a nice change of pace given any discussion of feelings or intimacy have blown up in their faces before this.

He'll wet his lips, drawing each into his mouth to do so, unconsciously wondering if she tasted the same as last time. ]

That seems a bit greedy.

[ She hums, nearly a moan that vibrates around the tips of his fingers as she watches him worry his lips. Then, she releases his fingers with a wet and lewd pop, nipping at the pads of each. ]

But not out of the question.

[ And not as absurd as it would have once seemed, when she had dismissed him as a monster, condemned and loathed him for it. She's come to care for him beyond what she would have imagined. Beyond her own understanding, in truth, amplified by the unbreakable bond they've shared. He is a part of her, now, and it hardly seems too greedy or too questionable to think that she could eventually fall as completely and helplessly in love with him as he so wants.

It's a possibility in their future. She leaves that implication hanging in the air between them as she untangles herself from him with slow, careful movements. Some of the sturdiness has returned to her legs — enough to rely on herself as she peels away that holey shirt draped just above her exposed tits, tossing it carelessly inside of the Falcon's hull, leaving herself in just her boots as she draws away with a gleam to her eye and a curve to her mouth that can mean nothing good. ]

Don't you want both? Admit it.

[ She holds her hand out to him, then, waiting on the threshold of the Falcon's entrance for him to take it. ]

[ His fingers practically chase the warmth of the cavern of her mouth as she pulls away. Watching her lifts something in him, just slightly. There's a war waging on around them, burning at the galaxy and destroying and gnawing and ripping chaos across the stars. And here she was- the last Jedi, able to act as if all that mattered was the both of them on this tiny forgotten planet in the middle of no where. He won't let his thoughts drift to his uncle, but it was an insane prospect. ]

What I want and what I receive are often two very different things.

[ An honest admission, but he doesn't mean any harm by it. Made clear as he accepts her hand, fingers curling into hers and showing her his clear intention to be guided where ever she saw fit. ]

This is different.

[ Firm, she says it as she weaves their fingers tighter together and leads him inside. The slap of her unoccupied palm against the door folds the boarding ramp until the entrance to the Falcon closes with a click.

She means it — as both a sentiment and a comfort. This is different. She is different. Surely he must have realized that for himself. Stepping forward, she presses him back against the nearest wall, flush against him. It's not nearly as successful as it would be if their positions were reversed, but she still cages him to the best of her ability as she props her hands on either side of him. ]

Ben. [ Leaning forward, she breathes it against his neck. It's all she can reach without bending up on her tiptoes. As if trying to draw his attention strictly to her, she nips at his pulse point. ] You still haven't admitted it.

[ In a roundabout way, she supposes he has, but she needs more. Be more specific, he had said, and now he has to abide by his own rules. ]

[ His head snaps to attention when she smacks that button. Suddenly recalling watching her leave him on Crait and-- things are markedly different now. His fingers squeeze hers a bit more tightly until she pulls her hand away and cages him in.

He recognizes that he shouldn't be intimidated by this woman, as slight and small as she is. And in many ways he isn't- even with her skills in the Force-- her demonstrated strength, he's sure he could break her grip easily. But, of course, that says nothing of the emotional leverage she has on him now. He admitted it so easily-- and the echos of Kylo Ren in him scream at him for it. Rightfully calling him weak willed and feeble hearted. He should be using her, he should have marched right back into his flagship with Hux gone and cleansed the entire galaxy--

But he hardly had power here. And Ben Solo's heart flutters in his chest like a baby bird's. Nerves suddenly crawling up his throat and clenching around his heart and-- even with all of that weight on him. He still feels protected. ]

To which part? [ His eyes study her, dark-- the brown in them only clearer under the harsh lighting of the Falcon. His pupils are blown wide open as he studies her and his fingers press back against the wall-- not sure where else to go. ] I've already relayed my feelings to you. [ His mouth feels dry as her body presses against him and she shifts ever so slightly. A thick swallow and he's able to continue. ] My want for all of you should be as inherent as your own.

[ Short hand for, they are both fucking idiots who missed the obvious ]

To all of it.

[ If he had been expecting an elaborate answer, he won't receive it. She's more preoccupied herself with dragging her mouth across his chin, stretching to reach the corner of his mouth, than she is with extracting a confession. More to the point, the moment has passed and the mood with it; it feels too solemn, now, to go back to whispering filthy things.

And so she leaves it at that, vague, possibly cryptic as she moves her attention back toward his hand. ]

I want to hear it. All of it.

[ She tells him, low and quiet, before she peels the leather of his glove off with the determined resolve of her teeth. It likely isn't as sensual an act as she wants it to be; she feels a bit too inelegant, but suppresses it with a steady confidence and diligence as she pulls back. Once her teeth release it, it falls back to the ground carelessly, and then she begins on the next.

As he's said, he has relayed his feelings to her. That doesn't mean there isn't a thrill to hearing it, isn't something novel in it being repeated. Inherent or otherwise, she doesn't search him for what she wants to find. It's become more meaningful when spoken aloud. Patiently, she waits, intently meeting his gaze. She can't force him into it, regardless of their current position against the wall; with that thought in mind, she retreats somewhat, allowing his other glove to join its counterpart on the floor once she's stepped back. ]

DON'T BE RUDE

You're rude.

at least i'm not yugioh

better than being seto kaiba tbh

BUT HE HAS SLIGHTLY MORE NORMAL HAIR

BUT HE ALWAYS LOSES TO YUGIOH, HES MAKING SOME WRONG CHOICES HERE

BC HE'S A FUCKBOI AND THAT'S THE WORST CHOICE HE COULD POSSIBLY MAKE

KYLO??? OR SETO???? OR YUGIOH??????????????????

I MEANT SETO

maybe ur talkin about light tho

or anakin lbr

this has gotten creepy and meta v quickly

that's what i'm best at

I thought that was forgetting the subject line

that's my secret #3 talent, beaten only by my #2 talent of being trash

u forgot bein my cat

that's #5

but is a bitch one?

i have 100 problems and a bitch is one

Are we talking athena or horatio as the bitch tho.

we're talking about ticks as the bitch lbr

Somehow I read Beyonce in the middle of your tag

GOT ME LOOKING SO CRAZY RIGHT NOW

Again beyonce sings kylo rens feels. Esp Bootilicious

but what about jumpin jumpin