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The slowest burn is the most painful

Arranged Marriage Turned More

To have and to hold, you said, till death do us part, all while the sharp, swinging pendulum of obligation hung overhead. But how could you have truly meant those words? This union has been tainted from the start, forever bearing the chains of an arranged marriage. It would be understandable if you couldn't bear to look at your new life partner, eternal reminder of your stolen future that they are, much less like them.
Much less love them...

Still, things can change.

You could realize that they are in the same boat as you or, that when compared to others around you,
they are the lesser of evils. Perhaps you even open up to the idea of a friendship; at the very least,
an alliance may be in order to become a power couple in a perilous world. From that innocent decision or sense of self-preservation, a new feelings sparks. Something like affection.

Something, you realize in the wake of speeding heartbeats, like love.

Will you acknowledge this? Can the two of you have a happily ever after - happier than if you'd met in another fashion - or will you hold firm in your distaste?

how to play.

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- IDEC where you set your threads, it's wide open. Fantasy world with hairy hobbits, old-timey lands, future AUs, do a space marriage for all I care. I'm sure they're still getting married in Star Wars or whatever.

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Are you planning to make it sound like I need rescuing?

[ Her eyebrow arches. She's never done coy well. It could be coy, out of anyone else, but from Rey, it's just blunt. ]

I know I'm loud, but I hope I don't sound like I'm suffering.

[ At the very least that means she thinks Kylo Ren does sexy or seductive well when he's really just tumbling along with her like "????? Oh you Like my vOICE?" Thank god he's well past puberty. ]

I suppose that depends on how you'd like to be fucked tonight. [ Man, it's a wild card it can go either way.

Also if they get anywhere near that bed he is gonna CLEAR THE CAKE AND SWEETS OFF IF THEY ARE STILL THERE PLEASE WE DO NOT WANT TO BE THAT DIRTY. -- Unless she wants foodplay involved like. Just shoves cake all over his body and licks it off. I'd say that's ridiculous but those are Rey's two favorite things combined. ]

[ It's funny that you think foodplay wouldn't just devolve into "Rey is eating now stop bothering her." Food will always be #1. But like she just ate so she's good, even if it wasn't as much as she wanted. It'll be there for after the sex when she needs more energy. ]

Do I have to choose?

[ She tugs him inside around then and gives him the clear opportunity to move the cake super clear of the bed and give them some room. She's making her intentions known here. She knows what she's about. ]

I figured we'd just go down the list. See when we get tired.

[ It's impossible to tell if this is a joke. Given Kylo Ren actually has the better sense of humor between them, joke status: unlikely. ]

I have an idea. I don't know if you'll want to.

[ Does it involve rape getting raped cause I am super down for that ig.

Also wow Kylo hasn't really eaten yet, but I mean. I'm betting Kylo is the type of person who just Forgets to eat a lot and needs to be reminded. Rey can help him. It's a balance.

But the cake is set aside and he'll eat later. And not in the way Rey is probably about to say but Actually eating food that goes into his stomach. Look this is all about to get turned into sexual metaphor very soon I AM TRYING HERE. ]

I'll have to hear the idea before I make a decision either way.

[ Like, he figured after violently fucking her mouth and then fake raping her for an audience she'd reached Peak Kink but.

Do not. Underestimate. The Rey. And her Thirst. ]

[ She picks up the box from beside the cake and tosses it onto the bed while he carts the cake away. He'll want to look at those, she decides. However right about now she's wishing there were something more … active. Included in the package. Lando's the kind of guy who would know about toys and shit. And yet.

But they're really not in a position to get anything like that for themselves.

Anyway. She's grappling with how to phrase this, obviously, evidenced by her lingering silence. Which is saying a lot because Rey is known for being blunt and honest and just putting it out there. So here it is. Just put out there. ]

You could put it in my ass.

[ She swallows. ]

Your cock.

[ Obviously. Not the box she just put on the bed. ]

I don't know if I'd like it. But other people do, and I've never … [ Put anything ? ?? Up there ? ?? So now she's like maybe that's what I wanna be about. ] We'd have to take it slowly.

[ Okay-- First thought: That's really not that crazy, honestly Rey. He's looking back at just what you've done these past couple of nights between forcing you to orgasm several times on the floor of the refresher and then fucking you on the balcony and then you nearly giving him a handy at a table and then that whole THING with Hux and. Fucking up the ass is pretty fucking tame.

Second thought-- Didn't his dad warn him about this road? Like. Careful not to go up there with out warning because THAT ends in a bad time (Kylo never asked if that happened with mom because he was already traumatized enough to become kylo ren at that point).

So his reaction is a slight pause as he makes sure their sheets are cleared of the rest of the sweets (And jeez, good thing cleaning droids didn't go on strike? Sheets are new too) and he starts to look at the box. He'll glance up to where his wife is just standing looking like his grandmother and asking to be fucked up the ass. ] We'll need to find lube.

[ Not trying to insult your home grown organic lube there Rey, but. Asses need More. He knows enough biology to know that.

Also there is no sexy way to ask "OKay but have you taken a dump recently because you may need to clear those pipes more." ]

[ We'll. We will. As in, this is happening. Agreement. She lets out a breath she'd been holding, then nods her understanding. She doesn't know what else to say. ]

There's, uh —

[ Well, better to just act. She points to the box. ]

You should look through that.

[ And then she vanishes into the refresher for a moment. She hesitates to consider her reflection, slightly flushed and harried from the day, then grabs the glass lotion bottle from the top of the sink. She turns, and on her way out reconsiders and doubles back for a towel, which she bundles in her arms to bring back out into the room.

Alright. Now she has to explain that this was premeditated. She drops the towel on the bed and explains, ] Just in case.

[ Like, in theory, not having an upset stomach (on account of having a stomach made of IRON after eating garbage for her entire life) means this should be fine because there's no disruption in her, uh, usual. "In theory." But then the fact that she's leading with that shows this is premeditated because she wouldn't have known that without — ]

Finn and Poe have been, uh. [ She clears her throat. ] And Finn said this would work.

[ She holds the bottle out for his inspection.

Let's just take a minute to consider that this was also part of the bonding conversation after the wedding. Like. That sure happened. ]

[ Oh good he's just-- practically tossed into this and. You know maybe he should be more revving to go to do ass stuff since like he's the epitome of everything Forbidden and Dirty and Sexual in their relationship but this has thrown him a bit off his groove.

Also the pieces of string which dare masquerade for UNDERWEAR are throwing him for a loop. First off Lando, this is just the wrong thing to try and get Rey into. Like. She may honestly choke herself on these things. Second-- jesus god he's not even sure, his mind is bouncing between Rey actually IN the things and Rey tripping over herself trying to get into them. And just as he's sorting through the rest of the tissue paper and whatever the hell else is in there Rey's just

passing him Lube.

And confirming his theory.

He fucking knew it was Poe. God fucking dammit he's been in that dude's mind and that place is just FILTHY.

Okay actually for a more coherent answer. Poe is the oldest and clearly has the most sexual prowess among the group. Like yeah sure Rose probably got a decent amount of booty, but he finds it hard to believe Rose would suggest ass stuff.

Welp. Rey gets to be the guide on Ass Stuff tonight, because Kylo's got very little idea on how that (hopefully not) shit works. Needs more porn holos.

And no judgement-- he could make quips here but... he facilitated this conversation unintentionally. Like MAYBE he thought she'd discuss how she and Kylo worked up to "I guess maybe we have feelings for each other after trying to chop each other apart" but then again that is a short story. I guess it leaves time for "okay but I want him to stick it up my ass". The math works.

He's gently turning the bottle over in his hand and considering it's contents when he speaks. ] How would you like to begin?

[ He can't imagine she just

wants immediate ass fingering. ]

[ Oh. She hadn't thought about that.

She clearly shifts, out of her element as much as he is in trying to figure out how to deal with this. Then she glances at the bed, the scraps of fabric he has examined. He doesn't ?? look that into them ?? ? Mostly perplexed. So that's maybe a not just now adventure.

To distract from that, and from the uncertainty of their venture, she pulls him into a kiss. It's slow and indulgent and takes its time. There's no cause to rush, now that they're back here. Now that it's just them. She's sore, admittedly, from yesterday. That's part of it. Giving her cunt a day of rest might just be the smart thing she has done for her poor underfed body in a long time. Kissing him with such simmering warmth buys her time to decide how much rest that's going to be.

She releases him from the kiss to back into the bed, letting herself sprawl down over it and tugging her dress up past her knees. It collapses down her thighs in turn, exposing her for bare as the day she was born underneath. ]

I want your pretty mouth on my cunt first, Ben.

[ She at least has the good sense to feel a little hotter for saying it, flushing slightly at her own forwardness, but like. She just doesn't know how else to be. ]

[ Well, it's less that he doesn't want to see her in those items and much more-- he wants to fuck her in this dress. Complicated lingerie can wait.

He's pulled into the kiss easily, letting her direct things since she's the one with the exhausted body. Maybe one day she'll manage to ride him to exhaustion and be the last woman standing, but that's not happening here. And just as he's winding his arms around her she tips back. It's near momentary panic alleviated when he realizes it's all a part of the moment. Cool. No worries. He totally didn't freak out a Little bit. Haha cool.

And all of that is forgotten immediately once she's creating the picture of a blushing bride lifting her skirts for him. Filth sliding out of her mouth and acting as if they haven't been fucking more than strategizing these past few nights.

They really should get to work on trying to strategize.

The bed dips with his weight as he presses his knees to either side of her-- she'll feel the smooth slide of the silken fabric over her legs as he drops down to press kisses to the tops of her thighs--- the knees.... and calves. Yeah he is being a shit tonight. You are married to this shit. ]

I'm starting to wonder if you think my cock is pretty as well.

[ First beautiful. Now pretty. He's not used to such delicate adjectives. And-- don't let him know that Luke used that word to describe his eyes He will Be PerPlexed. ]

Of course I do.

[ She responds with that easily, stretching her legs out as he takes to exploring them, wrapping the leg he's not paying attention to around his shoulder to try and use it to encourage him closer towards her pelvis. She knew precisely where she wanted him, thank you, and couldn't have been clearer in her instructions.

She stays propped up on her elbows, keeps reclined, but she's not above pinning him. Even if she'd rather he bring himself around to it on his own. It'd be worth more if he drank her down because he'd sought her out at request rather than demand. ]

You've got the perfect cock, Ben. I can't wait to have it filling me up. But I want your fingers first.

[ He's getting there lady, gosh. Such impatience. Like he's gonna give up the chance to eat you out.

And wow. Yup. Cock being called pretty is a first as well. Has Rey even seen other cocks? She had to have, living among a bunch of men in the Resistance meant somebody's cock had to be hanging out at some point. He's not going to entertain that thought long, just idly wonder a Rey's definition of pretty.

The pads of his fingers hook under the leg he's paying fluttering attention to (patently ignoring the leg that is aggressively drawing him to her cunt) and set it on his shoulder. There's a few more long searing kisses to her inner thigh, he even teasingly presses into and spreads the flesh of her ass with his now freed fingers, before he presses his mouth over her.

One solid stroke of his tongue over the whole of her cunt, before he sucks at her. As much of her as he can fit in his mouth at once. This is what she gets for being pushy, just-- over stimulation. Immediately driving her to the edge. ]

[ Her legs bend together, grappling to drag him closer, but the minute he succumbs she cries out. Even with the way he'd tried to tease her, work her up to it, her own eagerness prompts too much at once and she writhes under him, her hips twisting and arching, her heels digging into his back as she simultaneously presses into and away from the contact.

It's like every nerve he touches is raw and awake all at once. Demanding attention. Everywhere and pressing and ruthless. She can't quite take it. Bucks to relieve herself of the intensity of it, ultimately scrambling back by inches when she realizes the persistence he wields like a weapon against her. ]

Kriff. Too much.

[ The words are gasped, as though assuming best intent that he'd only been trying to satisfy, to give her what she wants. ]

[ Remember the shower Rey? Remember writhing on the floor while he just brought you to come over and over again? Yeah. You married this dude. Congrats Rey Solo. You're gonna get so many over intense orgasms you didn't sign up for.

He grips tightly at her hips, forcing her to still against him as he works his mouth over her. His nose is buried in her pubic hair and even if she tried to remain... "Clean" for this act tonight, his nose is still filled with the musky scent of her.

At the very least he stops his intense suction against her folds and reverts to long solid strokes of his tongue, almost as an apology really. His tongue laying flat on every stroke, looking to taste as much of her as he can. Every other stroke is punctuated with a soft kiss and-- really. He refuses to give her a break, such pushiness. You don't see him just shoving her face into his dick.

Just do that with hux watching, he'd probably get uncomfortably aroused. Maybe that's how they'll take him out, just have kylo do some serious struggle fucking with Rey around the general until he gets too comfortable and then they kill him in the middle of it.

Would that turn them on more? Killing hux while fucking? Probably. This tag is so off the rails now jfc.

Kylo pulls away from her cunt to kiss at her thighs softly and speak, his voice is even and low, eyes practically glowing as he looks down at her laying prone and beautiful on their bed. ] Tell me what you like about my pretty mouth and cock, Rey. Tell me and I'll let you come.

[ He says this as he presses his lips to her clit, kissing softly before starting to suck at the sensitive nub. He keeps the bond open, keeping track of how her pleasure washes over you, crests and ebbs and crashes. He sucks and kisses at her until she gets too close to climax for his comfort and then he'll back away to kiss at her thighs again. Denying her the heat and pliant, muscle of his tongue, letting her squirm and writhe in absolute agony as he doesn't let her come. ]

[ She doesn't, at first. Doesn't listen. It's the promise of a much more tolerable level of stimulation that lulls her into a false sense of security. It stays on the verge of too much, but she doesn't fight how he pulls her in because she can withstand it. She moans and arches and basks in that, too lost in what he's giving her to think about pulling herself out of that to articulate words.

And then he stops. Her eyes are wide, pupils dilated and darkening her eyes. A strained whine in the back of her throat as she teeters towards the edge, ready to come apart, but he stops. Dead. It's a dizzy moment, one where she doesn't quite know what to do.

It feels like the answer might be to sob at the loss. Her whole body tightens, her cunt clenching around nothing. Her fingers tighten in his hair, and she tugs at him. ]

No, no, don't stop.

[ She sputters it out. ]

I wanna come.

[ How dare he get her so fucking close and then stop. Like, how dare? But she's vaguely coming back to herself now, recognizing what he wanted. What he's waiting for. She blinks hard, levels her breathing some, soothed by the softness of his kisses to her inner thigh. ]

Your — Ah. I love the way your lips look when they're around my clit, Ben. Pink and swollen and so fucking wet. Now please let me come.

[ Another soft lingering kiss to her inner thigh, he can feel the heat of her cunt still, and his breath puffs across her labia delicately. He's got a smirk which she could probably kill him for, and this is just underlining All that "I would fuck Kylo Ren" talk with him in his prince as fuck clothes, bent over her with pink and shining lips and intent on making her lose her mind. ]

My cock as well, Rey. [ Which is certainly demanding his attention at this moment. Any attention. Fortunately these pants are looser than his normal wear, but he can still feel every rub against the silken fabric, every bit of friction sending pleasure pulsing down his spine. ] You want me to stick it in your pretty little ass, I want to know why.

[ He'd probably make her call him "master" at this point, but it IS their wedding night and he should be a LITTLE lenient. ]

[ He's withdrawn entirely, now, not even pushing her back towards that climax. A smart move, really. Her cunt throbs, aches for it. Anything might be enough now to push her over, and he won't let that happen. She bucks, trying to take it for herself, a little whimper in the back of her throat. She's soaking, arousal dripping down the curve of her body, slick between the globes of her ass and leaving a wet stain on the towel beneath her. Probably not its purpose, but it's multipurpose now. It's fine. ]

Kriff.

[ She exhales, heavy and strained. Disappointed in her failure to get more stimulation. ]

Your cock is so big. [ Doesn't he know this ?? It seems so redundant. Almost childish to be pointing out the obvious, to be reduced to babbling his praise like this. ] You are. You stretch me so well. I love how you fuck me. Feels so good, so full. You belong in me, Ben.

[ Man maybe their bed will be clean for once and the maids will be like "wow cool. at least we don't need to change their sheets again" but whatever. He's not concerned. He's more concerned with her compliance. Redundant he praise is, that isn't why he was forcing this on her-- but maybe she'd realize this in due time. ]

Good girl. [ Such a prickish thing to say, but at the very least once that's out of his mouth he latches his mouth back around her cunt, a slow languid kiss and lick as he sucks and laps at her arousal. It might as well be ambrosia with how much he takes in greedily. And once she starts to peak-- hits her climax and sobs in pleasure- he'll put his beautiful pink lips to work around her clit. Sucking and kissing, unrelenting suction and friction. If she tries to push him away, his hands will hold her wrists-- her hips, what ever he needs to down. He's not stopping until she literally cries and sobs from pleasure.

Again.

This is your husband, Rey. ]

[ Good girl, he says, and a shuddering sound of relief comes out of her as if on cue. Yes. That's what she's been waiting for. Good girl, his satisfaction with her, so he'll reward her, relent, give her what she needs.

And he does.

Rey groans low, head dropping back, and she bucks and hums and writhes under him, nudging back up towards the edge. Panic swells in her gut as she nears her climax, afraid that he'll deny her again, that she won't be allowed to make it. So she arches her hips to try and get more direct stimulation, to ensure she gets there.

A choked, shuddering noise slips out. It's good, so good, everything she'd waited for. She expects the wave to crash, but it's like she's suspended there as he brings his lips around her clit — just as she'd mentioned, just as she praised him for.

First comes a yelp. Her feet kick, her heels dig into the mattress beside him as she tries to get her hips in the air to dissuade him, then tries to wrench her body upward, further across the bed. Anything to get away from the source of the overstimulation, but he won't let her go. His palms press into her hips, his arm barred over her pelvis to keep her squarely where she is. ]

Ben.

[ Breathless, rasping, desperate. Her heels kick out, flail uselessly, and she's practically hyperventilating with it. She's coming, still coming, suspended there, trapped by the persistent flow of pleasure. Her chest heaves with it, the breath seizing in her throat. It's too much. Far too much, far beyond what she'd tried to rid herself of him before because of. She can't even sputter out a refusal, discourage him.

Once she's positive she's helpless, overspent, then the tears come. Burning at the corners of her eyes, then trickling down. Then comes the choked shudder, a helpless, silent sob. ]

[ It's perfect like this. Overwhelming her to the point of tears, feeling her writhe helplessly as he forces pleasure upon her. Poe and Finn would probably be MIGHTY uncomfortable with it, but fuck that they aren't here.

He laps and kisses at her clit, slowing his stimulation a bit, but not enough to drop her down entirely. ] If you want me to stop-- beg for my cock in your mouth- and then your ass.

[ He runs fingers along the curve of her ass, her arousal sticking to each digit and-- well. No time like the present to Experiment. He finds her entrance just to get a good coating of that organic free range pesticide free lube and then slowly presses a finger into her ass. It's tight as hell and he can't imagine it feels any more pleasant, so he'll ramp up the attention to her clit again. Loud wet kissing noises accompany his assault. His tongue pressing more tightly against her clit. ]

[ She does, and she doesn't. She wants him to, but she can't imagine asking him to stop. But every second pushes that continued pressure, the way he forces her to pleasure, towards pain. Her palm nudges at his forehead, trying limply to push him out of the way. Oh, it's too much. Far too much. But it's so good.

She draws in a breath that's both panicked and grateful as his finger slides against the entrance of her cunt, needing that sensation to balance her out, the way it makes her feel filled, just — But he trails it down and presses it into her ass instead.

Her eyes blow wide. It's a steady movement, on his part. Insistent. Sure in a way that she knows he isn't, really. And then he doubles down on his assault, and she finds a new, secondary peak, the finger in her ass drawing attention away from the stimulation of her clit and making her open to it again, less resistant. She can barely speak, barely think, but she forces out — ]

Please.

[ Excess saliva thickens her voice. His finger is thick, and the slow press strains her opening, which tightens down to wring him, instinctually wary of the intrusion. ]

Please, please, I want your cock in my mouth. I'll make you feel so good, Ben. [ She's babbling, and some of the spit makes its way between her lips as they press together. ] I want you to fuck me. First my mouth, but then I want you to fill my ass with your cock.

[ God, it's actually humiliating to hear out of her mouth. She flushes red with it, but the path taken by her tears — still streaming — stays white and pale in the field of pink on her cheeks. ]

[ Look we have all agreed to give pussy a break right now, she has worked over time and by go she'll probably get wrecked tomorrow or the day after.

He feels her body convulse around him, hears her cry out so desperately. Honestly he's a little like "How???? Am I Gonna??? Get?? ?my CocK IN THERE???" but he supposes that's a question for a couple of minutes from now.

Man, they could use some of that alcohol that Hux keeps trying to send. ~~No, Kylo won't let that shit near her~~.

But he lets her drop to the bed. Pulling his fingers and mouth away from her, letting her legs fall astride of his hips and just-- enjoying how that dress looks pooled up to her breasts practically, how wrecked and frayed she is. And she's his.

He'll reach forward with his thumb (from the hand that was NOT in her ass a moment ago tyvm) and wipe at the tear streaked cheeks of hers. Soft and gentle after the complete assault of pleasure. ]

Come suck me off in that pretty wedding dress of yours then, Love.

[ I regret not using "Snookums" or "baby cakes" or "pudding pie" or "Shawtie". I HAVE GOT MORE ]

[ She can barely move. It seems cruel to tell her to come anywhere right now. As if she hadn't just come all over his face. A sympathy twinge reminds her that her jaw is sore still from yesterday, from how they'd bruised and exhausted her body to its near every limit, but it's that fact which drives her to where they're going to today, and she doesn't let it stop her from what he has asked for.

In the grand scheme of things, he doesn't ask her for much. Not really. She can give this.

Rey slowly pushes herself up, limbs shaky still, and rights herself. Her dress falls back down to her hips as she sits up, and she pushes him to his back. ]

Do you want to come?

[ She asks it as she goes for the fastenings of his tunic, a tremble in her lip and her fingertips. The same tremble. The one that is still recovering from how he had drained her, but remains nonetheless determined to please him. Gratitude, perhaps. Or debt. ]

Or do you want me to get you ready?

[ He, at the very least, knows to go easy on her this tie around like. Yes make her cum buckets, but also let's not break her jaw. He'll help her up at the very least, until she's shoving him down on his back and--

Well... the most he can do from here is toe off each of his boots carefully. ]

I can wait to come -- [ An appraising look as she starts to pull at his tunic and pants. Again. Much less complicated than his normal armor. It's kinda fuckin' ridiculous tbh. ] -- on your ass.

[ He has a feeling that she would like that.

Also, because of previous fingering of ass and they are at a relatively quiet and sane moment of their whirlwind fucking-- ] Should I work on you more? While you suck me off?

[ Not like they have dildos or butt plugs around, but Jesus girl your ass was TIGHT and that was only one finger. ]

I thought you wanted to watch me.

[ Citation: the wedding dress comment. She's being honest in her question, though. They can only really do one or the other: let him see her in the dress while she kneels before him, or get her turned around with her pelvis up near him and accessible. ]

I don't mind going slow.

[ In fact, it might help to go slow. It might mean recovering more fully before he touches her down there again, everything loose and post-orgasmic still but not oversensitive. She isn't sure if that's good logic, but it's logic that gets his dick sucked sooner where he has an A+ view. Hard to complain about that.

She spreads his tunic open, but doesn't bother pushing it down off his shoulders. It'd be a wasted effort to get more than his chest and stomach exposed, as she promptly sets to kissing a path down there while her fumbling fingers work his pants open. ]

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I squinted at pet names for far too long

my mother-in-law interrupted this twice

That's a terrible pet name. Though now I am caught on Kylo meeting Rey's parents

did you mean murder (i'd be excited for a rey kenobi au tbh so... underage thread direction?)