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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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[ 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. ]

[ It's almost as if Rey and Kylo have different sexual appetites and needs. But yeah, he notes her shift and doesn't have much time to ruminate about it. Like honestly, he's getting super into this because emotions and connecting to them-- is as forbidden as fucking Kylo Ren is to Rey. This is Mr Boner's Wild Ride and no one is getting any tickets off. Well..

WE ALL KNOW HOW THEY ARE GETTING OFF

Still. She nips at his gloves and pulls his hands free. As inelegant as the display may be, he's still utterly enchanted. Feeling and hearing his heart beat clearly, a soft inhale before she moves on to the other hand and-- he's honestly not quite sure where to stick his free hand now. He lets it fall for the moment. She's in charge right now-- she can decide what she wants to do with him. ]

I love you, Rey.

[ He hardly has to think before responding. ] I want every part of you that you will allow me to have.

[ She waits, but he doesn't leap into action, doesn't give her much of a signal beyond blanket permission. This — isn't quite how she pictured any of this would unravel, and she's left trying to gather her bearings as a result.

Her uncertainty culminates in that heavy, uncomfortable silence that follows his confession. The curve to her mouth isn't a smile, but it has relaxed into a considerably softer expression at the repetition of what she already knows, even as she deliberates on her options. Answering would be the wise move, if she were wise. In this, however, she isn't — and is even less accustomed to communication. Not a skill in her skill set, it seems.

At a loss — for words and actions both — she doesn't give him much warning before she's dropped to her knees and begun fumbling with the zipper of his trousers. Maybe there's no room for words. She has already relayed everything she can in every way she can envision; undoing his pants in order to wrap her hand around the base of his cock is, as it turns out, somehow easier for her than continuing to talk about her feelings or the future. It's straightforward, simple, and she doesn't have to think twice about gathering the precum at the red, bulbous head of him to smear it along his shaft. ]

[ ----???????????????? The pause is awkward and he nearly thinks maybe he said entirely the wrong thing. She wavers and drops to her knees so suddenly he's worried she's injured herself somehow and-- then she wrangles with his fly. This has to be the least sexy start to a blow job he's ever heard of but-- that's not really a good measure of anything given how uninterested Kylo Ren is in porn.

He nearly opens his mouth to make some sort of commentary, but thinks better of it once she's got her hand on his cock.

Conclusion: He's said something right-- so right she's flustered enough to just go for the cock. No foreplay, no galaxy wide. Just straight to dick. Which he can ruminate on later, because for as much as he gets off on emotions and all that bullshit-- there is somethin' to be said for a girl into his cock.

His breath stutters and he nearly reaches out to thread his hands into her hair-- but??? He still feels like Rey's "in control" here. So-- ] May I touch you?

[ I mean, he's trying to play by the rules which Rey just is having any trouble upholding because apparently Ben Solo makes her lose All Fucking Sense and need to dominate IG idk. she's a goddamn mess. this tags a mess. wtf. ]

Yeah.

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

What a mess.

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

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

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

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

Good.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like this?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rey--

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

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

okay but "say my name"

BILLS BILLS BILLS?

I feel personally attacked by your content (Also this is just the surprise blow job icon)

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

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