bakerstreet | I brought you some smut picture prompts

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[ooc: Sure! I'm not having a very good time coming up with words today, but I like #1, so if you want to take that and run with it, I'll reply once I can create a sentence again.]

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All that has happened is as the Force wills it. How many times had Kanan heard those words, or ones very like them, while he'd been a Padawan? Hundreds? Thousands? And yet, as his life grew more and more unusual and unbelievable, the harder it was to accept.

Enough time had passed that he could no longer remember if it had been he who had arrived to find Rey, or the other way around. In any case, he knew that he was content. More than content, he was quite happy where and when he was, and with an apprentice like Rey. Not only was she powerful and clever, but their connection had proven far more intimate than either of them could have imagined.

After all, it was almost certainly very rare for a Jedi to be laying back on his bed, bare to the waist, with his student stretched out on top of him in the same state of undress, their mouths meeting in a hungry kiss.

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Rey has heard those same words more than a time or two before, mostly from Kanan himself, and although she had a hard time believing that there had been reason for spending so many years on her own, the further removed she was from the situation, and the more time she spent learning how to control and wield her newfound skills.

Truth be told, it was easy to let go of past hurts while she was with Kanan. It was easy to concentrate fully on her training, because he was an excellent teacher. And their bond ... well, that went deeper than she ever thought was possible.

It was unorthodox, this part of their relationship, but Rey couldn't imagine not being able to act upon it, the desire to be together, the way it always felt so right when they came together. And now definitely wasn't the exception.

She breathes out harshly, eagerly returns the kiss, barely managing to murmur the one thought she's been having all day - "Want you to touch me, please."

She was needy, yes, but she still had some sense of her manners.

Kanan smiled broadly. "Well, since you asked so nicely," he drawls, his hands resting for a moment on her bare shoulders.

His eyes take the young woman in first-- her long, lean figure that was deceptively strong, forged as it was by her struggles growing up. Kanan could also recognize the way it was filling out a bit now that she was some time separated from her desert world.

Hands followed his gaze then, sliding up and down her sides and back until turning under to cup her small, firm breasts. "Something like this?" he asks teasingly, then begins to roll his fingers over her nipples. "Or more like this?"

Some combination of that smile and the way his voice sounded when he answered, and a pang of desire to rock her body - which he most likely felt, given the strength of their bond.

She loves that she was still learning lessons, even in moments like this. Despite her impatience, he still took his time in teasing her, in teaching her to enjoy the anticipation, how to draw out the pleasure for as long as possible. But, to be honest, what she loved the most was the way that he appreciated her so unabashedly. Even just a heated glance was enough to make her blush, enough to make her knees go weak.

And his hands, strong and gentle all at once, and as he traced along her skin, she sighed brokenly. And then when as he began teasing her sensitive nipples, her back arched, pushing her all the more fully into his hands. "B - both. Anything ... so good ... "

Kanan certainly could feel her rising desire through their connection, and he was sure that Rey could feel his-- perhaps even literally, depending on how she decided to shift her position.

He smiled up at her, enjoying the feel of her skin under his hands immensely, even more when she pressed her breasts into his touch. He gave her nipples a slight pinch, wanting them rosy and aching.

"Mmmm, we will have to work on your focus. You won't always get to have it all. For the moment, though, you can have all you want." Kanan gave her a mischievous look as he moved one of his hands down to start pushing at her trousers. "What do you want right now, Rey?"

Both. Rey felt both - and, if the way she shifted closer and moaned softly as she rocked against him with just a little bit more intent in her movements. No, she never anticipated any of this, but it always felt so good, how could it be wrong?

Her moan stuttered as she shuddered, his fingers sharp but not cruel as they pinched already hard nipples all the harder, hard enough to ache so deeply that she felt it throughout every inch of her thoroughly overwhelmed body.

"Th - thank you, Kanan. Uh - Master. Thank you, you a - are so kind - ", she replied, her voice little louder than a huff of breath. "I - I want ... I want ... want you to fuck me, please."

The old bans against personal attachments among Jedi had always seemed foolish to him. As a Padawan, he had idolized his master, and that affection had bonded him to her all the more powerfully, even though her demise broke his heart. Yes, attachment risked loss, but so did living.

And he was determined to encourage Rey not only to learn and thrive and become more powerful, but to live and honor the Force through that life. And when they discovered they could celebrate living with a more intimate relationship, neither of them hesitate.

Kanan grinned as Rey moaned out her plea. "Mmmm, with pleasure." His hands left her breasts to slide down her slim body and push at her trousers.

The more she learned about the old Jedi traditions, the more Rey tended to believe just how wrong they were. What was life if not for the friendships (and more) you made along the way? She'd be nothing if not for Finn, and Poe, and everyone else that had welcomed her so readily after her escape from Jakku.

And although she never expected her relationship with Kanan to be anything other than master & student, but they've fallen into an easy intimacy, and although she was still learning the ins and outs when it came to navigating so many new emotions, she wouldn't change anything about their relationship for the world.

Her breath caught in her throat as his hands slid to her hips, holding steady for just a moment before he pushed at what's left of her clothing. "Take them off, please - ?"

Kanan is more than happy to do exactly as Rey asks, wordlessly pushing and tugging at the garment. With a bit of cooperation from Rey, he gets them slid down her legs and off. While the young woman is still stretched out over him, Kanan slides one hand down her taut stomach until his fingers curl over her sex.

"Are you ready for me yet?" Kanan asks, his own breath starting to turn rough. Deft fingers stroke Rey's slit, soon parting her folds to let him touch every bit of her. Craning his neck upwards, his mouth meets her again for more kissing.

He is so prompt to reward her when she's done something to deserve it - perhaps that's part of the reason that she's such an attentive student, and such a quick learner, as well. She can't help the way she trembles as she's undressed so quickly and efficiently, nor the rough moan that escapes her lips as he caresses her most sensitive areas.

"Yes", she murmurs, hiccuping out a sigh against his lips, the words she offers muffled, but audible. "Always ready. Always wanting. Need you so badly."

Kanan doesn't mind the way she speaks, especially as it's his mouth pressed to hers that's making her speech a bit more difficult. But he can feel her desire and readiness, not only from the dampening flesh under his fingers, but through his connection to her emotions. Her energy radiates into him, warming him so that he can reflect back with his own need for her.

"Then I think you know what you're looking for," he tells Rey with a smirk, and then concentrates. A moment later, the young woman is supported over him not by his hands, but by a cushion of his own power, giving her room to reach down and work at his trousers now.

It's just so hard to pull away when she's so addicted to his kisses and the way that they make her feel. That isn't even taking into account the way his fingers make her feel, nor the rest of his body, but her enjoyment, her desire, she knows he feels, because she feels his own, and it just deepens her own.

And then, suddenly, she's breathless, held aloft by the power of the Force, and it might take her a moment to acclimate, but eventually, she gets the idea, trailing her fingertips down his chest, down his stomach until she's working to get his pants open, to get her hands on him fully.

It's a circle-- a kind of feedback loop of sensation and emotion, and as close as Kanan has felt to other people in the past, he knows that having it be this intense and affecting, only another Force sensitive would do. So having Rey so enthusiastically pouring all of her excitement into that loop electrifies Kanan.

When Rey balances herself and begins to work at his pants, he raises and tilts his hips as needed for her to get the trousers open, and then helps push them down his legs far enough to kick them the rest of the way off. Now his stiff, freed cock stands almost straight up from his hips at her.

Rey is still learning - not only about the Force and how to use it, but also what it was like to feel so much for another person, and what sharing intimacy was supposed to be like. Not everybody could experience this sort of feedback loop, which just makes her all the more adamant about enjoying it to the best of her ability, letting it take her over completely.

And once she's managed to help him undress more fully, all she wants is the moment that he pushes inside her fully, and all the pleasure it can bring. A soft whine escapes her lips even as she closes a hand around his cock, stroking quickly, even though he doesn't need any help whatsoever in getting ready for her.

"You're so hard", she moans, licking suddenly dry lips. "Wanna feel it inside me. I want you to fuck me hard ... "

Rey really is getting the very best kind of education in this particular subject, Kanan thinks. Indeed, even with his own fair amount of experience, he's never been able to share things with someone like this. It's exhilarating in ways even beyond the typical excitement and pleasure of sex.

The young woman's hands are rough from hard work, and yet the furthest thing from uncomfortable when she strokes his cock. He smiles at her, a mischievous kind of grin.

"Then that's exactly what you're going to get," Kanan told her, his eyes flashing while he reached down to move her hips into the perfect position to where his tip was lined up with her entrance. Rolling his hips, he began to push his way inside her.

It was their bond, she thought, and the emotions and sensations they were able to share with each other through it. But part of it, too, was Kanan's willingness to teach her everything she was curious about when it came to intimacy, and sex, and the ways that two people could become close.

And this was certainly pleasing enough, being able to tease and excite him, making him move and moan for her, but Rey could not hide the fact that she wanted so much more. Lucky for her that he never denied her anything that her heart desired.

And while she might not be able to stop the softly disappointed little groan to escape her lips as her hands were nudged away, and her position was shifted into something more in line for what she'd just asked for, it soon shifted and changed into a moan once the head of his cock parted her lips and began pushing into her warmth, always accommodating, always welcoming to him and him alone.

"A - ah, yes, please - "

As Rey sank further down onto his length, Kanan knew it would take a few moments. Although they'd had sex numerous times by now-- too many to count?-- her sheath was still tight and unaccustomed to the intrusion. And he was the last person to simply drive his cock into her, unless, of course, she asked him to.

Soon enough, her body settled tight against his, their stomach pressed together with Rey's legs parted to each side of his own. Kanan looked up and smiled. "Maker, you feel so good," he groaned, then began to slowly rock his hips up towards her, stroking into Rey.

It always took a little bit of time for her body to acclimate - it was always slow going until she stretched and settled into accommodating him. And once that happened, sometimes, she did ask (and sometimes she begged) to be fucked hard and fast and without mercy.

Tonight, though, she didn't want that. At least ... not at first, although it very well could come to that, once they got lost in each other, and the pleasure that being together like this always brought. Rey's breath caught in her throat, and she pressed her hips down to meet him halfway, shivering as she felt him as deeply as she ever had before.

"S - so do you. L - like w - we were made to fit like this."

Slow and easy was fine with Kanan. Indeed, during their more frantic, frenzied couplings, he did find himself missing the sense of deeper connection to Rey that the gentler pace afforded. Which of course, was not to say that he didn't enjoy the hell out of cutting lose and fucking the young woman like an animal. Just not always.

Kanan let out a few small groans as her sex slowly gave way to his girth. Rey was as hot as a furnace inside, and even as wet as he could often make her, she was still tight enough to make him ache until she was accustomed to him.

He sighed as he felt Rey settle completely onto him. His hands roamed over her back and rear, tracing random patterns and simply enjoying the feel of her skin. "Mmmm, who knows? I'm just happy we found one another, especially if that's so."

Rey loved variety, being surprised with the whens and the wheres and the hows, but just like this was her absolute favorite; when they're really able to take their time, and tease each other until neither can stand it, and they fuck, don't get her wrong, but it's more about connecting and sharing their feelings than it is simply getting off.

Yes, it might take some time for her body to acclimate and relax and accept him fully, but, oh, once it did, once they could move against each other creating delicious friction, she'd be lost in too many sensations all at once, just as she liked it.

Kanan groaned and sighed and touched her so carefully that there was no helping her softly pleased little moan in response, nor the tentative way she rocked her hips, testing and teasing and wanting, but not in a hurry as of yet.

"Me - me, too. Very happy with - with you."

"Glad to hear it," Kanan replied, smiling before he tilted up his head to lightly kiss Rey on the lips. In a galaxy filled with conflict and lives that were prone to such chaos, finding someone with whom to share these slow, quiet moments of connection was truly a blessing of the Force. Kanan couldn't remember the last time he felt so at ease and aroused at the same time.

When Rey started to move, he responded in kind, just a gentle movement of his hips to counter hers, his cock just barely rocking back and forth inside of her heat. And even that movement drew a low groan out of the man. His hands slid down, cupping the tight cheeks of her rear as they writhed.

Honestly? Rey found herself happier than she ever thought she had any right to feel, given the state of the galaxy as a whole. And sometimes, when she felt guilty for it, she tried to remember that this was the point, this was what they were trying to save. If only everyone could feel so content ...

This pace wouldn't last, because it never did, but she was adamant upon enjoying their slow movements until the need to quicken was too intense to ignore. He groaned, and she grinned, her breathing only faltering in the moment that he slid his hand down and squeezed.

"O - oh, Kanan, yes - !"

I brought you some smut picture prompts

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