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[vaderstan]

Ben Solo
Kylo Ren

The protein shakes, where are they?

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GENERAL PROMPTS

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

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

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

Ben Solo Pre-First Order

Ben Solo as the most obnoxious Resistance Member idek

Jedi Hippie camp with Luke

BEN AND HIS FAMILY

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

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

Becoming his father's son

Also being just like his mother

AND ALSO BEING JUST LIKE LUKE

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

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

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

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

Kylo and Anakin. KYLO AND KENOBI

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

Rebuilding the Jedi Order

Post War Threads

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

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

Drunk texts are the best don't tell me otherwise

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

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

Hand touching

I love you. I know.

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

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

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

FORCEFULLY GIVING REY A BIRTHDAY AND MAKING HER CELEBRATE IT

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

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

CLEANING HER DUMB HOUSE

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

Rey finding out how bad Snoke really was.

Visiting Ahch'to together

Empress Rey

Empress Rey Working to secretly undermine the first order

Meeting before TFA/in different circumstances

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

Just re-enact Pride and Prejudice with me

Either one suffering from insomnia and helping the other sleep

Public Sex

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

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

CHARACTERS/CROSSOVERS

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

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

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

Brienne of Tarth because i'm still laughing about it

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

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YES

text messages, actionspam, lengthy brackets, prose.

ous/ au/ all us tbh

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

EMOTIONALLY HEAVY BULLSHIT

FLUFF

contact me if i drop a tag you want picked up

Angst

redemption arcs

intense emotionally heavy threads

Smut

general

hurt comfort

Kylo or Rey getting injured

Kylo being a huge fucking brat.

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

NO

Rape.

Dull RP.

Taking this character WAY TOO SERIOUSLY.

Me doing the work of moving a scene along

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

scatophilia, emetophiloa, necrophilia.

gender/sexuality play.

degradation involving racism or ablism.

power-gaming and ooc dick-measuring contests.

AUs with no information

OCs with no information

Maybe

Dub con

torture

killing

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APPEARANCEINFOHERE

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Mental health

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

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

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

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its okay you were distracted by mulan i forgive you

[vaderstan]

[ His breath slows as she explores him. It's gentle and honestly kinda perfect right now. No rough grab or tearing at his clothes which-- he would have been fine with if it had been Rey before, but he's struggling with that now.

So this is good. ]

Perfect.

[ It's deep and low on a breath. Entirely true. He continues solid pumps of his fingers into her, he's able to work them more deeply now. And for this moment he feels safe with her, there's no good way to express that verbally. Not with the jelly of their vocabulary of this moment so-- instead he kisses her. Firmly. It's still sloppy and their mouths bump against each other indelicately, but through it and their bond he tries to express how taken care of he feels. How she's protecting him and he knows and he just


Really Appreciates that right now. ]

she's distracting w her beauty it's true

[purpose]

[ It's the kind of kiss that knocks all of the air from her lungs, all-consuming and edged with desperation. The kind she continues long after her chest is burning with a need for oxygen and her head has gone light and hazy, a little like floating and a lot like — melting, like pouring every ounce of herself into him until it's been scorched away and there's nothing left for her to give. She draws back to heave in a quick breath, an anguished gasp, before her mouth seals itself back against his own with the same ardent passion that suggests she might implode into scattered pieces if she doesn't get to taste him again. ]

I like the way you sound, [ she murmurs with no shortage of sincerity, fingers sliding his zipper open without any rush, sure to brush her thumb along his shaft on its way down.

Maybe it isn't the deep baritone to his breathy praises. Maybe it's the glowing pride in knowing that she's caused them. Maybe it's the overwhelming realization that she's affected him so profoundly with just a few caresses of her fingertips. Maybe it's some combination of all of the above, but Rey doesn't stop to analyze herself. She's too interested in investigating him the same way she's examined sandy blueprints and scattered shipwrecks — keen, narrow-focused and determined. It's better because it's Ben, because she isn't calculating values in her head — how many portions a piece of equipment will net her, what's salvageable and what isn't. She's only interested in what makes his breath hitch the most, the smooth but rigid texture of his hard flesh, how it twitches against her palm.

Her thumb drags through the pre-cum at his head and spreads it across the underside, traveling along the vein until she's reached the base. It's there that her fingers wrap around him and lazily stroke upward, eyes dipping to watch the way her hand fits and squeezes around his shaft, flushed red and hard against his stomach when she releases his cock to still his wrist where it's wedged between her legs. ]

Show me how you do it. [ Her tongue darts out, wetting dry lips. ] How you touch yourself.

Well. She is a girl who has a brain and always speaks her mind

[vaderstan]

[ He's a little surprised because he's been, admittedly, a little quiet, but the encouragement is enough to bolster him for the time being. Especially with the way her cunt spreads open for him and he's fingers aren't meeting the same amount of resistance.

And her touch is so gentle and exploratory-- he has to inhale slowly and quietly once she spreads his precum over his tip and starts to dart along him to learn him. He's just getting into it when she stops his fingers from where they're fucking her and--

Oh well.

A bit of a warm and almost bashful look as he pulls away enough to get a good look at her. ]

I don't do it very often. [ What a thing to admit at a time like this, but he only says it to prep her for the fact that it's-- super boring and there's not a ton of ways she could fuck it up.

He will, carefully, draw his fingers from her (With so much regret) but fortunately, she's soaked him enough that once he wraps his fingers around his shaft and starts to slide it up and down he meets little resistance. And, surprise, this is so much easier with her here considering.............. well you know. Everything. She was the ghost who haunted his masturbatory day dreams. It's an easy and slick glide, with a twitch of his wrist to just get it right where he needs it, occasionally he runs his thumb across the tip but there's not much finesse or grace. It's never really been about that. ]

and beats the shit out of ppl like a badass. aesthetic

[purpose]

It's okay, [ she cajoles. And she means it; after all, she's only ever placed a hand between her legs for the purpose of stress relief, a method to exhaust her into sleeping. Slowly, she lowers herself to the floor so she can observe him tug at his cock above her. She can almost convince her mind to fall into a fantasy, persuade it into believing he's so impatient to slide into her that he has to grip himself to alleviate the ache. ] I want to watch you.

[ Because it's an educational demonstration, yes, but she's fascinated by the twist of his strokes and how his cock glistens where he's coated his shaft in her arousal. She groans aloud at the sight, unabashed by the roaming path her fingers outline along her collarbone and toward her chest. Her fingers roll and pinch the tightened bud of a nipple without mercy, refusing to look away from the filthy sight he's granted her. ]

Do you think about me? [ She tugs harder, whining at her own roughness. Abruptly, her hands slide downward, tracing gentle circles at her abdomen. They seem to drift lower and lower, and lower still, until she has a thumb just barely brushing her clit. It's the alternative to what she truly wants to do, compelled to take him in her mouth and revel in how he tastes of her. ] Do you think about me when you touch yourself?

and is swift as the coursing river

[vaderstan]

[ Let's be real, Rey.. We all know that the impatient one here is your ass, at this point we are all along for the ride.

He snags his lower lip into his mouth once she starts to touch and play with herself, still holding back on the noises his mouth wants to produce. It's an unconscious foothold of control in the situation currently.

A bursting inhale of breath before he answers her ]

Sometimes. [ Again, he never did the deed all that often in the first place and he hardly ever thought of her lewdly. Just the impression of her, of who she was and how she was.

He takes a good long look at her, eyes drifting from where she's touching herself and finally catching her eyes. Mouth parted with soft breaths ]

What about you?

[purpose]

A few times.

[ In the weeks they had been separated by war, by the barrier she had erected between them, the rare times she had allowed herself to give in and cram her hand between her legs. Waking from dreams, flushed and drenched in sweat, hadn't helped — but neither had mauling her clit just to get back to sleep, an empty satisfaction that never lasted.

Her fingers slow to a halt and drift away to the juncture between her hip and inner thigh. ]

I don't do it often.

[ Not so dissimilar from his methods, then. Every other time, it's been a quick venture done without thinking, focused entirely on sensation rather than any stimulating fantasy. Like scratching an itch, truthfully. There isn't anything thrilling about it, she knows, and so she leaves the specifics of it unsaid.

Raising to her elbows, she has to stretch out an arm to reach him, laying her palm over the back of his hand as she joins in his movements. Trying to coax him into allowing her to control his hand, sliding his fingers along his shaft. ]

[vaderstan]

[ Well, you know. It's not like he thought she was whacking it to the thought of him torturing her.



....He'll have a great time figuring out later that Maybe... She's kinda into it.

Yikes tbh.

But once her hand reaches up to cover his, he'll relax his arm and let her glide his hand across his length. He's keeping a controlled facade but this is slowly chipping away at him. the biggest tell being how he leans down over her, eventually his damp hair will brush along her forehead and it becomes more obvious how slow and controlled his breathing is. This all testament to the fact that he's holding back. A lot right now. ]

[purpose]

[ His hair tickles where it grazes her temples, but it's the combination of his steady breathing and controlled stature that motivates her to push it back from his forehead and expose the entirety of his expression to her. Even without the curtain of dark strands barring her view of him, she can't discern if it's too much or too little, if she should stop or continue. Fingers clasping the edge of his jaw, she tries to guide his gaze to her, eyebrows creased in consternation as she scans him for any telltale signs. ]

Are you okay?

[ Welcome to Rey "never holds anything back, ever" of Jakku. It doesn't occur to her that anyone else might have reservations about making their pleasure known, especially when they're alone as they can be in the galaxy. ]

[vaderstan]

[ Ohhh he's fine Rey. Just about to whine because bY gOD juSt KEEP toUCHIng HIm?

Another huffing breath and his eyes close for a moment. Gathering his thoughts and wits together which is really hard when you were just three fingers deep in the object of your desires so plz someone give him a medal. ]

Yeah. [ He nods against her hand and his voice is hoarse as hell. Rough around the edges and she should be getting an idea of how good he is. ] I'm fine.

[ He turns his head so he can press his lips to her palm. An affectionate display of appreciation, he can feel her brimming with energy and want and the fact that she wants to take this at lightspeed and is slowing herself down for him. So here you go. Here's a gift, Rey. ]

I just want you to touch me.

[purpose]

[ Oh. The wrecked quality to his voice shoots heat directly through her, but much as she revels in the rough, overwhelmed scrape to it, it's in direct contrast to how quiet he's been. Naturally, she has to wonder if she's making a fool of herself, clumsily fumbling through the motions, if he's still capable of such astounding self-restraint. Maybe he's only tolerating her exploratory attempts at getting him off, in that case. Determined to improve, she makes a sound of assent and drops her eyes to what she can see of her hand leading his, mimicking the twist to his wrist she'd witnessed earlier. ]

I am touching you.

[ She isn't even hiding the fact that she's being a brat, lips quirking at the technicality. From her position, she can only reach his chin and the underside of his jaw, nipping at it in concession to his want. A touch of a different kind, so to speak. ]

[vaderstan]

[ Oh my god what a brat. If he wasn't already on top he'd be flipping her over on her back right now, what a bratty comment. Excuse him as he juts his chin up and gives her access to his neck and murmurs: ]

How about we trade? [ He's still sounding like pure sex rn but he's managing full sentences. ] Your hand on my cock and my fingers in your cunt?

[ Seems fair tbh. ]

[purpose]

[ Where Ben has avoided marking her, Rey has no such compunctions. The moment his neck arches, she drags her mouth across his pulse point and sucks it into her mouth, painting a trail of purple-red splotches to his shoulder. It isn't a conscious decision, but one driven by instinct and enthusiasm, like a teenager with raging hormones leaving her first hickey. ]

My hand is on your cock.

[ Or her hand is on his hand which is on his cock, to be more precise. Not bothering to hide her amusement, her laughter openly vibrates against the base of his throat. It's suffice to say she's enjoying bartering and bantering with him entirely too much. ]

You'll have to do better than that.

[vaderstan]

[ ??????????????HE THOUGHT HE WAS DOING PRETTY GOOD REY. Then again like. She wants banter but she's also already come and he's officially reaching blue balls territory given how he's had to deliberately slow down his hand and lessen the pressure just to Not bust a nut right now. He's just. HoW dO i PlEaSe ReY???

Shit. He's had enough words. Remember that thought about flipping her over? It's happening. A hand braced around her waist and on her back as he adjusts both of their positions until he's the one with his back flat on the... blanket ridden ground and she's poised over him, hips spread across his thighs.

TAKE FUCKING CHARGE REY. END HIM. HE'S LOOKING LIKE HE NEEDS TO BE ENDED. SPLAYED ACROSS THE FLOOR HAIR TOSSED ABOUT LOOKIN LIKE A SNACK NOW YOU KNOW HOW HE FELT LOOKING AT YOU PLEASE. ]

Better?

[ Breathless, maybe even playful. There's a hint of a rogueish grin there. ]

[purpose]

[ He understandably takes her off-guard, but she'll continue to deny the surprised (and a little delighted; she won't pretend that isn't the more favorable outcome when badgering him incessantly) squeal that spills out of her, should he ever mention it. Falling forward, she braces her weight on his shoulders, thankfully held upright by the support of his hand at her back.

The quick reversal of their position is all the permission she needs to straddle his hips in a way she had been denying herself, forbidding herself from it. She doesn't know if she can completely trust herself not to become overzealous when he's spread out beneath her, beautiful and all hers, but the unhurried roll of her hips means she's willing to try. ]

Could be better.

[ Try as she might to give an impression of nonchalance, rubbing her clit along the length of his cock makes her bravado falter. Rather than give him any opening to comment on it, she leans down to nip at the curl of his mouth, diligently working to wipe the grin from his face. ]

[vaderstan]

[ A sharp gasp when she ruts her heat right against his cock, like. Yo. Unfair. Super unfair. But also precisely what he asked for so there's just-- His hands grab at her hips now- not to stop them, but roll them against his cock again. He's a little close to losing his mind now, probably precisely where Rey wants him. His hips rutting into hers and him completely desperate for release.

Uh but. I mean. If it's not obvious. He can't say the magic Please word right now because of Reasons. Yikes reasons. So do not expect that from him at this very moment. This is struggle enough.

He mumbles into her mouth as she nibbles on his expression ]

Then take me.

[ Normally, he'd be saying that the other way around but-- he feels like he needs to give her explicit permission right now. Show her he is okay to go. Plz. Go. ]

[purpose]

[ It is precisely where she wants him: uncontrolled, liberated, unhinged by desperation. Though she's lost herself somewhere in the process, leaning into his gripping fingers and allowing him to grind her down onto his cock, head rolling back and her eyes pinching closed as she gives herself away to sensation.

Fucking him is a concept she's almost entirely forgotten by the time he next speaks, lays himself and permission down at her feet. Her eyes look glazed over, blown wide and dazed, when they flutter back open to find him. To assess if he means it, if he's certain, if he knows what it is he's asking from her. We don't have to, she nearly says, but she won't insult him by questioning what it is he wants. He's reassured her repeatedly, and she has to trust that he trusts himself in that regard. ]

Be careful.

[ She says, like she isn't the one that has the control over how fast and how deeply she takes him to begin with. Nevertheless, it's her own way of informing him that he can't shove her down onto his cock too quickly unless he means to split her open on it. With that out of the way, she digs her knees into the hard floor and lifts her hips, gripping him at the base to hold him in place. She descends on to him no farther than the head, raising herself to slide back down onto the tip of his cock, over and over again — not to torment and tease, but to prepare herself to take him, adjusting to the newness of this particular stretch. ]

[vaderstan]

[ Part of the reason he stuck her on top is because he's vaguely heard it's better for women if their first time is with them on top? But also half the time he can't even be bothered when losing that in the V card so. Whatever. And Honestly, this is fine. More than fine. Amazing. Another slow sucking breath and-- excuse him. He finds one of her hands (both if she'll grant him both) with his and pulls them down so they're braced next to his head. He needs her hand right now and at the same time doesn't want to accidentally dislodge her and... there's just a lot.

Even just the tip of him in her is amazing. She's hot and slick and tight and-- ]

Rey.

[ A prayer. A praise. A plea. All in one. He realizes she's working herself back open for him so he's trying very hard to keep his hips from jumping up into the air. But it's hard. It's hard and he's hard and she feels perfect. ]

[purpose]

[ She lets him snatch both of her hands, but there are repercussions for it. Namely that he slips out of her in an inelegant display and forces her to unlock their fingers just to grasp him at the base again. This time there isn't any hesitation; the only way to overcome the painful stretch, in Rey's mind, is to sink onto him fully in one jerky, graceless movement.

Even with preparation, it's an uncomfortable fit. She grits her teeth, unaware that she's crushing his hand as she breathes in, breathes out, in an effort to ground herself. ]

It's okay, [ she reassures roughly, misunderstanding the whisper of her name completely. Leaning forward, she sears their mouths together as a distraction, and waits several minutes before she begins to move along his cock in grinding half-circles. The discomfort is still prevalent, but she can feel it start to subside as her cunt acclimates to the intrusion. ]

[vaderstan]

[ The storm carries on outside, loud enough and strong enough to make the door shake and shudder. Drowning out the rest of the galaxy as they lose themselves in each other. And thank the Force for it because, he cries out when she sinks on him all at once. It might be worrying at first but it's clear by how he grips her hands and keeps her there that it's the good sort of crying out. It's the type that would (under not storming circumstances) draw the ire of every fish nun on the island.

For now he's breathing into her kiss, trying to kiss back but he's lost in her. He has to work hard to find that inner peace because every bit of him wants to rut in her like mad right now, but his toes curl and his eyes stay shut so tightly that he's already seeing dots.

It's overwhelming and wonderful and she's holding his hands and-- right now he feels as if he's picked some piece of control back. Back from Hux and Snoke and even Kylo Ren. Ben Solo is here with Rey in such interlocked intimacy. And tears start to build and roll down the sides of his face. ]

I-- [ Shit. She starts to move and he curses. Loudly. In an alien language. God is it good. It's tight and wonderful friction, tugging at his cock and drawing him in deeper-- another gasping breath and he feels as though he won't be able to breathe correctly for a while. ] -- I'm good too.

[ He's reassuring her and himself. Tears aren't always bad. ]

Tell me when I can move.

[ He wants to take every inch of her possible. Fuck away everything and everyone else. ]

[purpose]

[ Somewhere in the back of her addled brain, she realizes he's begun to cry, that the briny taste on her tongue comes from the tears tracking across his cheeks. She pulls back to examine him, his face no longer obscured by the wet curtain of her hair. I'm good too, he says, and the flash of uncertainty in her eyes is indicative of her skepticism.

Her mind probes their connection for any blooming panic but can find none. She only unearths the explosive heat in his gut, all-encompassing arousal radiating off of him in waves, and grows slicker and tighter around his cock as a result of that feedback loop of sensation. ]

Okay, [ she mutters, quiet, instead. ] You're okay.

[ The muscles in her stomach flex when she comes to an abrupt stop for no other purpose than to rub soothing circles into the backs of his hands, to mouth at the paths of salty moisture trickling along his skin, to console him. You're okay, a silent repetition meant to reassure. ]

You can move, Ben. [ The words sound like they've been punched out of her, hoarse and winded. The small, barely there gyrations of her hips begin anew to goad him. ] Move me onto your cock.

[ That sounds like the best idea she's ever heard when it leaves her mouth, aching and urgent. Yes, she wants that, more than she's ever wanted anything before. Planting her knees more firmly against the ground, she thrusts sharply to emphasize the point, pleasure overshadowing the little stings of soreness. ]

[vaderstan]

[ He's no longer coherent. Like. Can't speak the same language as her lost his mind sorta deal. She moves and all he knows is the friction of her squeezing around him and--

Shit. Yeah. He's ready.

A few agonizing moments to get his legs in order. Knees bent upwards as he shifts her weight on him and then grinds his hips up. Driving into her. Another desperate breath because this is the most he's ever felt all at once and he moves into her again and again and again. Soon a steady rhythm of his hips slam into her and he's hardly able to see straight. He wants her in everyway possible, wants to stay locked in this moment because it's as if everything was coming together for this moment. All the hurt and pain and misery for just a second is wiped clean, and it's just him and her fucking in this hut in the middle of a storm on a planet that was nearly forgotten. ]

[purpose]

[ The hammering of his hips is in such direct contrast to his earlier caution and softness that he nearly unseats her from his pelvis. Reflexively, her hands clutch onto his shoulders to steady herself through each drive of his cock as it knocks the air out of her lungs, unexpected and blissfully, intensely good.

And that's why it takes considerable control to humor the idea of slowing themselves down. She had been waiting for him to lose himself in this, put all of himself forward until he couldn't think; now that she has him frantic and unleashed, however, she feels the compulsion to remind him that there's no rush. That she's here, and that she'll still be here when he's finished. This isn't a one night deal — not for her, anyway. He doesn't need to worry about her disappearing.

What it means to him — she'll think on that later. The possibility of rejection is too unarousing, too dispiriting, to contemplate while he's inside of her. ]

You don't have to rush this, [ she reminds him, and she'd almost hate herself for it if she wouldn't feel so guilty to learn that this might not be how he wants to be fucked, devolving into something rough and primal that's spinning out of their grasps. Her voice wavers throughout it, destroying what's meant to be comforting, because he keeps jostling her — to the point she has to straighten her back and cup her breasts to keep them from constantly bouncing. ]

[vaderstan]

[ On record. Cupping her breasts so they don't bounce Isn't Helping Him Slow Down. But her plea gets through his lusty haze and-- by god it was good. Like good doesn't even begin to cover it, every bit of him feels as if he's on fire and--

He slows and-- blinks a little confused and breathless like. Hadn't she been the one who was driving him crazy just a second ago and seemingly ready to pounce on his cock like a woman with a Thirst (Which is exactly what she is but you know). But he's having trouble forming words or coherent sentences or cohesive thoughts. He can't exactly find the words to ask her what's going on and-- this doesn't seem to be the moment to do it anyway.

A few deep breaths to try and center himself and it's Not Working Well. Rey, maybe choose a time when Ben Solo isn't balls deep in you for the first time to try and comfort him. ]

Come here.

[ He's reduced to primitive cave man speak, but there is intent behind the words. One hand finds a hip and holds her there, the other slides up her back until he can full her forward and into him. Trying to assure her that he's with her and this new angle forces them both to go slower. He drags her hips forward as he ruts into her to give her a solid indication of how he wants it. Caged in by her, thorough and solid and jesus fuck woman he's not trying to rush but this is what you get for forcing him to tug himself off while you HOLD HIS HAND THATS TUGGING HIMSELF OFF?????

Rey.


Rey no. That's not how any of this works. ]

[purpose]

[ Let the record show that, in spite of her best efforts to console him, she bites out a series of agonized whines at the change in pace. It's too unhurried for a body that wants to take, take, take like it may never have the opportunity again, but she suffers it for his sake. And her own sake, in a backwards sort of way, to keep from imagining that this could be the last time — that he may not want her again after this, that the war might tear them apart.

Her cunt has different ideas, squeezing and fluttering tight around him. Grappling for self-discipline, she forces herself to go limp and relaxed against him, subjecting herself to feeling every drag of his cock, the heaving of his chest as her breasts graze him, the wetness that drips down and honeys her thighs. It's all too much, isn't enough all at once; she presses her face to his throat and whimpers loudly again, a broken plea, as she clumsily rotates herself against him. From this position, she can't force him as deeply, but it's a sacrifice that's worth making for the support of his hand at her hip. The rhythm she sets is still erratic, without any particular elegance or predictable tempo, but she relies on the pull of his hand to lead her — to grind her down onto his cock as he wants, the strain in her legs thankful for the respite. ]

[vaderstan]

[ It's agonizing and slow and-- he can feel her conflict, but not quite what it's about. He'd have to sort it out later, when his mind isn't half blown to hell from pleasure and he can form coherant thoughts.

His head falls back as he gasps for breath, she's not the only one struggling here. He wants it all at once, but even this is tipping him over the edge too quickly. His fingers dig into her hips as he feels the edge coming, he's not sure if he wants to prolong this or keep himself teetering here with her for longer, but the decision is made for him as the rutting of his hips increase in tempo and intensity. Not quite as hard and fast as he'd first gone, but there's a notable difference.

The cry he lets out this time is nearly inhuman. Deep, gutteral, and desperate. Almost a growl. He's not going to last much longer. ]