bakerstreet | The slowest burn is the most painful

[ Yeah he'll be feeling that smarting in his arm later tonight but you know. He gives zero fucks right now. Not when he can feel her cunt tighten around him with that harsh push of his hips. When he can feel her uncoiling and-- maybe if anyone looked closely enough they'd probably be able to tell that he is moving awfully unusually for someone just holding their future wife and they're both hunched in a strange way. But he's committed to this sexual endeavor now, mom did not raise a quitter.

He slides his fingers along the folds holding her clit, pushing her closer and closer to that edge, letting her swallow his length over and over and over. ] Make me yours then.

[ She wanted him to keep talking and by god he will continue until she says stop ] Right here.

[ He's gasping for breath and realizing how true the statement really is even on it's own. He's hers. Entirely. He has been for a while. He would let the stars burn out and swallow every system before he let her go again.

And my god does he want to just. Kiss her and kinda make out with her for a while. Dumb teenage on a couch making out. HE NEVER GOT THAT EXPERIENCE He WANTS IT WITH HER. ]

[ It takes her longer to crest than 'usual' aka than it did last night. Perhaps because she's still raw from that fucking marathon. But when he offers this agreement, when she feels the bone-deep belonging resonating from his end of the bond too, she unravels.

Shuddering and gasping, she seizes up around him, all twitching heat and pressure. She leans back, grabbing onto his tunic behind her hip, clutching him to brace herself and stay aloft.

Welcome to Wild Rides with Rey and Kylo, where having sex in front of people is like 'ya this is nice' but having an emotional connection is orgasmic. ]

[ I mean that's probably why Rey gets confused in half the AU's because it takes her a while to figure out that kylo really gets revved up over emotions and shit. Like yes rey you are an attractive woman and he loves wrecking ur body, but goddamn that "neither are you" got him to half chub at least. It's a dumb wild ride.

So when she's gasping and arching and reaching back for him-- he responds in kind. Leaning forward and groaning in her ear. Emptying himself in her and-- well, his mother probably took care of that??? He'll find the spot later and be Assured of that. Maybe they need to have these discussions before they fuck tbh. But that's not anywhere near his mind right now. Not as he quivers and shakes with her, comes undone and just rests against her. The hand which had been toying with her clit coming to rest around her shoulders and hold her close as he gathers himself.

In this moment, all he can feel is that they belong to one another. Wholly.

Also wow are they getting like. Pre-married tomorrow??? Holy shit. ]

[ No one ever told Rey not to, so she

takes this opportunity to try it on: ] I love you.

[ This comes out in the midst of her efforts to recover some semblance of even breath. Her hand has come up to rest over his arm, not to pull him away, but to hold him there, steady, to embrace him despite the fact that he stands behind her like this.

But no, this is definitely what it feels like. Rey's action oriented. Words are hard, until she has a feeling and a moment to go with it. This is that moment. ]

Not almost. I do.

[ Honestly at first he's kinda confused because he'd been thinking of saying it himself. So he was wondering if he was saying it (You know, despite it not coming from his mouth and being in a COMPLETELY different voice) and then he thinks maybe she was just reading his thoughts and saying what he was thinking aloud. And then he realizes that's a fucking ridiculous thought and everything just catches up to him at once.

Oh.

A shuddering breath that is close to a laugh parts his lips and he presses his nose down into her hair and the side of her face and. He can't tell if it's the flush from their fucking or if he's just honestly blushing right now. But in this moment. Everything is floating and beautiful. ]

Again.

[ A quiet breathless request, his arms squeeze her more tightly and he wants this dumb moment, him inside of her with his pants askew and hers shoved down to her thighs and them watching the ocean and the people below and whispering confessions to each other-- he wants this precise dumb moment to stretch into forever. Maybe life would be tolerable if it could. ]

[ The sudden levity of his embrace startles her, but she welcomes it warmly, tucking her chin and kissing his forearm and exhaling a near-laugh as she then lifts her head to look out a the ocean with him. Peace begets peace, and she welcomes his into her. Good moments will be scarce for them. She savors this one. ]

I love you.

[ And she's sure that she does because this has never felt so easy as it feels right now. For a moment, like this, she can almost pretend they aren't required to perform anything. It is Rey and Ben and the galaxy can see and they are naked before each other — well, figuratively, at least. And there are no masks. No shadows. No politics. ]

[ Lol remember when rey was crying? This punk ass bitch is now crying. At least its not like. An ugly weeping cry but just a quiet "I am super overwhelmed right now and I didn't expect to be so I just gotta cry this out rn???" cry.

And it's just everything. Everything hitting him at once. The realization of this being what he wanted, that he nearly... no -- he should have lost this. And in some ways he has, because now they have the galaxy in their hands and he offered that to her. He wanted to change things. He still wants to change things so desperately. End the chaos and pain and just try to bring sense back to existence-- but doing that requires they cannot truly ever be themselves.

But then he's also just-- ecstatic that after all the shit he's pulled that she could feel the same????

He's just going through a lot right now and doesn't have a lot of good coping mechanisms to handle it or compartmentalize everything he's feeling so.

Excuse him as he just. Holds her tight and murmurs. ]

I love you.

[ And in his mind it reverberates and echos again and again and again. Over and over through his being and he's an emotional goddamn mess Rey. R u sure about this? ]

[ Oh, he's — Oh.

Rey doesn't quite know what to do because like his dick's still up in there and he's hugging her from behind and weeping and she can tell that this is a very emotional moment he's having with her

back.

Slowly but surely she extricates herself, but only so she can turn around and draw him to her in a proper embrace, burying her face in the loosened fabric of his tunic. Yes. This is what they deserve. Out there, performing for everyone, it's easy to feel alone, but as long as he's by her side, she knows neither of them will be. ]

[ He's a fucking mess okay?? At least there aren't porgs watching in astonishment. And Like her back is better than her not there at all but he will take her front as well. Like. Any part of her.

He's just a goddamn wreck and her being so accepting of him being a goddamn wreck is making him more of a goddamn wreck and like. HE WAS BEING SUPER SEXY KYLO REN just a few tags ago and now he's weepy crying mess ben solo (also kinda kylo ren) and he's having a time. Just. A time.

Any audience they had or didn't have is probably super confused. It's okay hypothetical voyeurs. We are as well. ]

Inside.

[ A request. Like. Hey everyone can watch me fuck you from behind but I DONT WANT PEOPLE TO SEE ME CRYING. I think that's fairly reasonable. ]

[ She reaches down to draw up her trousers before she takes him by the hand and tugs him back off the balcony. Once they're both inside, she closes the doors and draws the drapes and shuts the rest of the world away for him. No, not just for him.

The trousers come off entirely then, discarded in a corner of the room. She will wrestle them on again tomorrow, but for tonight, she is alone with someone she loves. She does not need to wear pants. ]

You're very confusing, you know.

[ Just pointing that out. She obviously can't tell whether she's best off keeping her distance now or drawing in close and comforting him. ]

[ He's just getting his pants on right when she's dragging him back to the room and --

Then she's just taking off her pants completely. And now he's in a weird purgatory of "Do I take my pants off or pretend to follow weird social rules about actually changing right now?"

When a trash baby is engaged to a prince tbh.

At her statement, he blinks for just a moment. Looking every bit the red-eye-rimmed fresh from crying, also thoroughly fucked, also weird darkside but also lightside fucking Mess he is. ]

Which part?

[ Like. He's half being a smart ass here, but honestly there are so many parts of kylo ren to be confused about he can't blame her. ]

[ She wipes between her thighs and her hand comes away messy with fluids from the both of them. Will that be the kind of thing she gets used to? Right now it's distracting (though it does bring a pink to her cheeks because it's quite satisfying too).

She looks back up at him. ]

The part where one minute you're ordering me around and the next you're holding me and weeping. [ He contains multitudes ok. She's not judging him, and that's pretty clear in the fact that she draws close to him again and circles her hands — careful not to get the mess on his clothes, though she imagines his pants and the hem of his tunic are already done for — around his waist to hold him close. ] You're a contradiction.

[ Okay-- he totally get why she's confused. Like. 100%. But there's an assumption that he even gets it himself when he's the one crying all the time.

Spoiler alert: He does not. Massive overwhelming emotion, capped off with an inability to properly process them at anyone time.

Well-- and there is a reasoning behind the ordering around at least? ]

You like when I order you around.

[ ...In Bed, but. You know. He hopes that's obvious and he realizes just how quickly he's learning her. Just how seamless it is between them.

And at this moment he's going to concern himself with finding her a towel while simultaneously wanting to hold her again because again.

He's bad at processing his emotions rn. ]

Is that the only reason you do?

[ She's not sure how she feels about that, but she definitely gets the impression now that it's the case. But … at the same time, she doesn't really think it's true. Once she might have imagined Ben Solo had let go of the Dark entirely and now only mimicked it for her, but that doesn't seem to be the case with him. And that's … okay?

Maybe they're both contradictions. ]

[ handing her a towel and ??????? He’s confused by her confusion and line of questioning like “is this a trap???” But it doesn’t seem to be? So he’ll try to parse through his emotions on the matter. ]

I haven’t given it that much thought. [ actually you know what? Fuck handing her the towel he’s actually just gonna help wipe her thighs down himself because. Again. About to be legally his thighs as well. Any excuse to touch her really. So he’ll bow in front of her and start to run the towel over her inner thighs and how over dressed is this fucker tho???? ] I’ll have to order you around more to figure it out.

[ if the look he gives her is any clue he ready to make the sacrifice of fucking her enough to figure that specific kink out. ]

[ Oh.

Oh.

She likes this too, as it turns out. Rey sets one hand on top of his head because it's at the perfect height and his hair is A Gift. But she feels weird half dressed as she is, so she strips off her shirt after a few moments and lets it join her pants on the floor.

There. Now at least he's kneeling before his totally naked fiancé. It feels more right. Her hands settle back in his hair and start combing through it. ]

Is that how you intend to examine all of your preferences? [ She sounds down tbh. ] Experiment with everything until you feel something other than apathy towards it?

[ she’s raving about his hair and he is internally raving over her hands. Like excuse you he’d like your hands to stay in his hair forever???

He finishes wiping her off and— oh. She’s naked. He’s cool with this development. So cool that he’s just going to drop the towel and just hook his hands under her thighs so he can lift her up and she can keep her hands locked firmly in his hair as he walks them over to the bed ]

It’s better than weeping, isn’t it?

[ he’s an emotional boy who has a lot of repressed emotions to express okay rey???? ]

Different.

[ Rey says this with her arms firmly around his shoulders, and therefore her breasts pushed up into his chin inasmuch as her inconsequential bust can squish at all. Her fingers continue playing in his hair, elbows bent behind his neck, her chin on top of the crown of his head. ]

Neither good nor bad. [ Balance? There's a joke here. Her lips quirk. ]

[ Her inconsequential breasts are making this sad boy very happy do not hate okay? Clearly more important than seeing clearly as he takes her further in the room. Honestly the only reason he isn’t paying them extra attention right now is because he is walking so

Give him a minute.

He’ll hum softly in response to her statement of balance of his crying and being an asshole dom. Considering her words before. Hey. There’s the bed. You’re being placed upon it Rey. He thought about dropping her but her hands are still in his hair and he’s not willing to risk her taking his hair out with a fall.

Oh hey remember how he wasn’t paying them any attention before?? Well now that they are on a bed, warm butterfly kisses are pressed to her sternum, he peeks through the dark curtain of his hair. His expression is somewhere between cloying and accusing. ]

So you enjoy my tears?

[ this is not the time to have this discussion kylo.

Especially considering the fucker IS STILL FULLY DRESSED ]

[ That's fine, Rey has brainpower when he's kissing her breasts and distracting her with the fluttering sensation of skin on skin, but she'd be totally Done if his shirt came off so. This is for the best. Kylo knows how to make sure a conversation still happens.

She lays back, welcoming his presence over her, and traces her fingertips down his spine and across his shoulder blades. Hm. He's warm and present and solid. Real. ]

I appreciate them. It's not the same.

[ They represent his vulnerability and being a soft boi, which are things she loves about him. She doesn't enjoy his suffering though. ]

[ the eight pack is solidly packed away for the moment. This is honest exploration— no rush to the finish line. The wet solid drag of his tongue will start to work across her breast and along her nipple however. Tiny they may be but he appreciates your titties tons Rey. Hope you’re starting to realize that ]

You want me to cry now?

[ muffled by said work he is putting into tiny titties. It’s a bit ridiculous but he’s honestly enjoying just. Talking to her about something that isn’t politics, major trauma, or his many failings as a person.

In the mean time he’s pulling both of his legs up on the bed so he’s kneeling above her and his hands curve under her legs and bring them up around his waist to rest. No movement towards fucking her, it’s reflecting his unending desire to be close to her. ]

No.

[ She laughs, but it's slightly breathy because, well, she appreciates the effort of his exploration. He should feel proud. The contact alternates between featherlight teasing and something more probing and deliberate. Regardless, the attention pebbles both her nipples, more noticeable against the small total surface area of her chest. Her breasts tighten against her ribcage with the arch of her spine as his tongue finds her nipple.

It's reverent and exploratory and familiar. In much the same way that they have recognized that the galaxy is theirs and they can extend their reach and take liberties with it, he now takes liberties with her body.

Rey's legs twine around him, not to create friction, but to encircle him and hold his warmth and feel safe clinging to something that won't leave her. It's a dizzy contentment, this moment, and she lets her head roll back and her eyes drift shut. A nice, relaxing end to a hell of a day. ]

I never want you to have reason to cry again. But if you do, I hope you don't hide it from me.

[ he’ll trail his kisses up now. Along her collar and to her neck. Following her pulse up to her jaw. Glad she’s understanding his intent right now for what it is. Maybe in another life they would have ever been normal enough to do this sort of thing hidden away in corners and from parents and teachers. And like. Not with the weight of the galaxy on their shoulders but just the ridiculousness of being young and dumb.

For now making out a few nights before their wedding would have to do. ]

I haven’t before.

[ he cries so easily and openly like??? It’s kind of ???? Insane??? At least she doesn’t know snoke was just rubbing tears from his cheeks. Actually maybe she should so she can get some anti bacterial wipes and just. Make sure those cheeks are extra clean.

Actually. Technically he had been hiding it before. ]

I destroyed it. [ stop being distracted by kissing her kylo. Finish your sentences ] My mask.

[ he’d vaguely brought it up earlier. ]

[ Ben Solo dreaming of dodging teachers and parents is forgetting the BIG OL' AGE GAP between him and his Resistance child bride. It's fine. Everything's fine here, how are you?

But she is more than happy to indulge in this bit of normalcy, something that feels like it's not hyperaccelerated for the sake of the galaxy or the fate of millions of lives or whatever else. If everything wasn't so life or death, if their lives weren't cranked up to thirteen all the time, maybe this is how it would have been for them.

She opens her eyes slowly when he mentions the mask, but doesn't yet tip her head to look at him. She feels more alert, however, across their bond. ]

Why?

[ SHHHHHS HHHHhSHHHHHH. He's gotta at least be thinking about like Dodging Luke as Ben Solo should be also teaching students her age and YET IS MAKING OUT WIHT ONE. This is not even mentioning the fact of "Hey maybe if Luke Skywalker hadn't fucked up those 7 years ago he probably would have found Rey wandering around sooner and would have had to fight her dumb ass to get her to be a student and then Ben could have problematic thoughts about her as she went through puberty"

Y I K E S

Dear Anakin these fuckers are so problematic, my May December romance kink is showing (Is this may december? feels more May September). Honestly just following in the footsteps of dear old grandpa Space Hitler.

His mouth twitches slightly and he'll smooth leather gloves across her sides and rib cage. A soothing gesture for her-- or maybe himself. Either way, now they are on some crazed tipping point of frenzied passion he feels more ready to talk a little about.... Problematic things. (Not accidental grooming of a prepubescent Rey problematic at least???) ]

Snoke admonished me. [ 'Admonished' sounds so... quaint compared to the memory. It's not as if he tries to keep his time with Snoke from her-- but it's hard to speak completely openly about it.

Through the bond she'll experience a glimpse of it. A dark surge of the Force, tears mocked, a ghostly touch, electricity crackling across skin. Anger, despair, sorrow and grief.

His father.

It's all compacted, an area of himself he doesn't often touch, too raw to be ready to heal.

He slows his affectionate assault, aware he may scare her or overwhelm her even with the brief peek into what his life had been. For the moment he presses a soft kiss to her freckled shoulder. At the very least trying to assure her that he is okay in this moment. There's no tears here. Not now. ~~Probably soon with this fucker who knows. Tears or screaming and breaking shit with his hot topic exclusive lightsaber~~ ] I was tired of living up to the expectations of the past.

[ And he killed the fuck outta that past in an elevator, okay? ]

what if i am mad about how cute he is tho???

i mean ok fair

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Almost home free. One train ride to freedom.

SO CLOSE

One more breakfast. I’m gonna gear up for some starters tonight. ＼＼\٩(๑`^´๑)۶//／／

registers a request for ben solo reintegrating into the resistance in one of our 500 redemption aus

I got an idea for drugged out porg au. Which started as rey rescue au. But is now druggy bj porg au

excellent i'm looking forward to more porg voyeurs

Is Rey looking forward to it?

probably not

/ House season finale of "YOU CANT ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT" STARTS PLAYING