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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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[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. ]

[purpose]

[ She can feel the ghost of his tension coiling at her spine, waiting to snap, with the same clarity she can sense how she lags behind him. He's going to come before she does, she realizes. The initial stinging stretch has set her back, lagging behind and nipping at the heels of his burgeoning orgasm, but she gives only a scarce consideration to the idea of pinning his hips with her knees to keep him from racing toward climax without her. ]

It's okay, [ she grits out, swallowing the whimper that wants to scratch its way out of her throat, displeased by the thought of being left behind. ] Let go.

[ On his next stroke into her, she ruts her hips down harder, meeting him with a slick slap of their bodies. If he's making any efforts to hold on for her sake, she means to thwart them, press him to the edge until he can't control himself.

And when he does come, she won't pry herself off of him, continuing to ride him in stuttered movements. It's strangely satisfying to feel the warm rush where he's spent himself inside of her, but she needs more. Releasing a frustrated groan, she chases after the release that's eluding her as she leans back against his upraised knees to achieve a better angle, grinding more frantically against him. ]

[vaderstan]

[ All at once and with a shout he releases into her. And her continuing to ride him stretches out the climax into what feels like infinity. It's primal and raw and for one moment he can forget everything outside of them--

well. Except for the fact that she still hasn't come again and that's not even close to acceptable.

Large hands reach forward and one stays clenched on to her hip dragging her against him while the other snakes between them until he gets to her clit. He presses relentless circles to it as she continues to fuck him beyond his climax.

They're both flushed red and slick from the rain and sweat, panting with their pupils dialed wide open and somewhere Luke skywalker's ghost is going "yeah this is exactly what the fuck I was talking about right here when I say that hand touching shit going on" ]

[purpose]

[ He's better attuned to what she needs than Rey herself is, it seems. She lets out a surprised wail at the rolling pressure of his fingers, an oh that dissipates into a wordless cry once her body goes completely rigid. The intensity of it shocks her, the suddenness of it shocks her; as she comes down, the dazed, glazed over look in her half-hooded eyes hasn't faded. Neither has the strength in her hips, rocking greedily against him to draw out the sensation as her cunt clenches and pulses around him in little aftershocks.

So much for tiring her out. Fortunately for him, she's too overcome with stimulation, too sensitive and sore to goad the both of them into another round so soon. Forcing herself to hold back, she slumps against him with what sounds suspiciously like a satisfied purr, a content hum in the back of her throat. ]

Good?

[ After all of the shouting she's done, her voice is understandably hoarse. Tilting her head, she peers up at him curiously, sweeping the sticky strands of his fringe from his forehead where they've become wet with sweat and rain. ]

[vaderstan]

[ They're both slick and breathing heavy from their activities. Sweat sticking their bodies together like glue and now the fire feels almost too hot next to him. The rain slams against the walls and in the afterglow it's quiet and peaceful. Not left in a heaping mess on silken sheets, no crying, no upending whatever the hell he had for---


Shit.

When was the last time he ate actually?

He doesn't want to think on that too hard because the obvious answer is that it was before Hux took him to his room.

He manages a ghost of a grin as his arms wrap around her, pull her close and tight. ] I could eat something. [ Given a second to think about that statement he adds ] Actual food-- Not you. [ Another beat. ] Yet.

[ That is shaping up to be somehow the best and worst sentence I've ever typed.

But as his breath returns to him, as he starts to feel the full weight of her on his chest as he breathes in and out, he realizes all at once. ] But yeah, I'm good.

[purpose]

Yet? [ she mimics, eyebrows raising toward her hairline in amused incredulity. Her mind hadn't been spinning in that vulgar direction, but now that he's mentioned it, it's going to be nagging at her mind for some time. More significantly, it's a confirmation this isn't a one time deal, that he plans for their to be a next time. Heat unfurls in her stomach imagining the promise of next time, even as she releases a bright, breathless laugh. ] Yet.

[ Said like it's an oath that now binds them both. Yet. She's going to hold him to that. For now, she nudges his jawline with her nose when she turns to press a lingering kiss to the upward curve of his mouth. ]

I packed rations.

[ Which she would retrieve if he weren't holding her hostage in his arms. Not that she minds terribly; selfishly, she doesn't want him to move even an inch when he's this warm, when he feels so safe to her. ]

[vaderstan]

[ He hums in soft understanding but-- is also feeling like her. Wanting to bask in this moment for a while. Though. U kno. Cause he's a thoughtful boy, he'll remember he worry from when they were like. In the middle of fucking. Just give him like. A minute to catch his breath. ]

Earlier-- you were worried.

[ He says it like a statement, but it's a question... rather... leading her into the unasked question of "Why?"

ANd... You know. Good job Kylo. Lets dig into emotionally fraught conversations before eating. GREAT. ]

[purpose]

[ ??? Is that a question or a statement? She looks to him for clarification, expectant. When none comes, she decides it must be the former. Great. He's discussing the feelings he's sensed within her while he's still within her. Rey shifts, uncomfortable, reminding herself that Ben likely doesn't mean for her to feel trapped into giving him an answer.

Even if that's precisely what she's feeling. Her mouth opens, closes, and pinches all in rapid succession. ]

Will there be a next time?

[ "Do you want there to be a next time?" goes unsaid. It seems so obvious now that he hasn't had his fill of her, but that doesn't negate the worry that had struck her earlier. ]

i probably shouldn't respond with Mulan's account should I?

[vaderstan]

[ Sorry babe. He was gonna worry about it in the middle of the night otherwise and he'd like to sleep Decently tonight. Well. Try to. At least if something keeps him up it isn't the thought that Rey's worrying about something.

And then she stiffens and just. Makes so many faces at once he's not sure what to do with them. He'd actually smile about that if he was sure she wouldn't think he was laughing at her. Instead he runs his fingers up and down her spine softly. A glancing touch. ]

If you want there to be.

[ He'd understand if this was a one time thing-- He's hoping it isn't? They're both dumb tbh ]

literally fucked kylo so hard he turned into a woman ig

[purpose]

[ Why would she be asking if she didn't hope there would be a second time? In Rey's mind, it's a stupidly illogical question, and she has no qualms about that judgment appearing on her expression. Her nose scrunches as she reels back by an inch, gawping at him as though he's sprouted a second head. ]

I asked you first.

[ Above all else, she doesn't want to be involved with him if he plans to go along with it only because of her desires, and that's precisely how he's made it sound to her. Someone help these two idiots. ]

No she just made a man out of him

[vaderstan]

[ ???????????????????????????? HES GETTING THIS MISUNDERSTANDING FIRST AND--


ITS KIND OF HILARIOUS. HE'S AVOIDING A LITANY OF ASSHOLE COMMENTS THAT COME TO MIND. THERE'S JUST. TONS THERE. MANY OF THEM. He won't pick any of them because he's smart and tuckered out from... well. Not just the fucking but everything. Ignore the slight grin on his face. ]

Yes, if you enjoyed fucking me then I will gladly fuck you again.

w all the strength of a great typhoon

[purpose]

[ "Gladly". She should be focusing on the relief that pours through her now that she knows with undeniable clarity that he means to have her more than once rather than toss her aside like a used rag, but it falls temporarily to the wayside in the face of his smug, irritating grin. What an asshole.

She sniffs, indignant and prideful, and begins to lift herself fully from his cock. It's difficult to look affronted when his come is leaking down legs that still seem to shake when she stands, but she doesn't let that deter her from trying. ]

I'll think about it.

[ At the very least, she can pretend he has to work for it, that she doesn't immediately want to jump his bones again. She aims for nonchalance as she turns her back to him, hobbling her way over to her satchel to begin pulling out the rations she'd stowed away. ]

man if the most beautiful and rare blossoms come from adversity then kylos advanced level pretty

[vaderstan]

[ That grin softens into something else as she walks.... hobbles away. He feels it bloom in his chest and clamps down on anything that wants to tumble from his mouth. Now isn't the time. She still seems a little spooked and rightfully so-- this was an insane turn around. There's no promise that this won't turn sour for her in an instant and-- quite honestly he isn't ready to promise that. Not because of what he wants, but because of the very fact he's not sure how to process what happened.

He sits up on their pile of blankets and roots around a near by bag of supplies she brought, the same one which contained their clothes and-- ah good. A few towels. Old and mostly useless, but he can at least mop up the mess from his mouth and dick before he rights his pants again. He sets it aside for Rey to use as he just-- bundles himself in blankets. Burrowing. The chill is hitting him now that Rey's not on top of him.

Whenever she starts back he'll open up the blanket cocoon he's made for her to come nestle in and also gesture to the designated Cum Rag.

He has questions. Questions that do need answers, but-- right now he doesn't want to ask them. This is a temporary spell, he's sure. He doesn't want to break it. ]

the biggest rarity

[purpose]

[ The thoughts tumbling through his mind elude her. Their connection is still tenuous at best — a repercussion from the drug that had been circulating his system, no doubt — for her to skim the surface, assess and read him, whether it's intentional or unconscious prodding. She comes away with the vague sense that they're there, rattling around his skull, but doesn't make any attempt to intrude further.

Maybe her moment away from him will prove beneficial. She assumes it should, slow to return as if the seconds away from him will grant some illusion of privacy for his musings. When she does, it's with one ration pack in tow — for Ben and Ben alone. She's already eaten her share for the day; if they want their supplies to last them, they'll have to conserve what they can. ]

Here.

[ Unceremoniously, she plants it on his bare chest. In her movements, the rag catches her attention. Oh. Rey looks vaguely embarrassed as she snatches it up, running up the length of her thigh to wipe it away, and holding it between her legs for a few moments. ]

There's no point, [ she decides, uncaring if she's vulgar when she adds: ] It's just going to keep leaking out, anyway.

[vaderstan]

[ He's not too bothered when she slides back in, grabbing the ration from her and starting to tear into it. Not a five-star meal but he won't complain. ]

You can set it under you.

[ Or just grab your undies, but he's not entirely sure which she's more comfortable with? He just knows she doesn't want to sit on crusty cum blankets. No one wants that. Whenever she makes her decision and gets in range he'll tug her closer to him before starting on a calorie bar.


Ugh. He forgot how bad these were. ]

[purpose]

[ She has no idea where her underwear has landed in the chaos, let alone the motivation to wriggle out from beneath the blankets and brave the cold chill. The rag will have to suffice. ]

It's not that bad, [ she mumbles into the meat of his bicep as his disgust fills the room, and then shifts to press her cheek to his chest, blatantly stealing his body heat. While she lacks the energy for a roll of her eyes, her tone is the vocal equivalent. She's never met anyone so — dainty as Ben Solo, a man who turns his nose up at rations that taste far better than bland portions. The very notion is boggling to Rey; struggling to earn what meager meals she could has given her an appreciation for whatever scrap of edible food she can find. ] And it's all we have for now. Get used to it.

[ If nothing else, the island has resources Skywalker had capitalized on. Maybe they can do the same once they've learned the land for themselves. ]