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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.

- Everybody loves "couples forged by less-than-ideal circumstances" tropes!
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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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[ What a debaucherous note to start their rule on, really-- he shouldn't be so tempted by it. But good reason aren't often at play in his mind. Especially not with Rey bare and shaking for him. ]

I suppose a show of power wouldn't be too preposterous. [ Okay-- even in his lust-filled state, that's said with an edge of sarcasm.

He leans over her, presses his lips to the nape of her neck as he slides one more finger into her. It's slow and cautionary-- the real test before the final act. He'll try to distract her from any pain with the heat of his body above her, his dick pressing tantalizingly close to her ass, and that voice of his. ] What else would you show them? To let them know that their Jedi and Empress is a whore for Kylo Ren.

[ She cries out then, the last intrusion not quite painful but just on the verge of simply too much stimulation. Not because it's any more than when he has forced climax after climax upon her in their previous encounters, but because it's a new and jarring kind of pressure compared to what she is used to. A feeling of intrusion that is strange and unfamiliar, and now amplified.

Despite her cry she begins to rock back into him, arching herself up for his consumption, desperate to feel his desire pressed into her backside. To remind her that he wants this too, that she is wanted, that what she's doing has a purpose. A whimper comes out then. Her cunt clenches around nothing, wishing for his cock to be buried deep in her, even though she rationally knows it would be bad to try right now.

Words. She needs to muster words. ]

I'd beg for you to hurt me. [ Her voice doesn't sound like her own. It is too ragged and low and hungry to be hers, surely. But it is. That would surely shock. ] Because I need it. Because you're so good to me and I take your cock so well and you give me that.

[ She starts to move her hips again, trying to help him fit. It's a not unpleasant stretch, now that she's getting used to it. And the neglect of her cunt only leaves it more hypersensitive while this other part of her is being used. Yes, being used. That's part of it too. ]

Please. Please, give it to me. I'm ready. I can take it.

[ funny story. was gonna tag this at work today and then realized it was gonna get Deep (emotionally not anally) and get into dissociation so I was like BETTER WAIT.

It's interesting, being witness to her like this. He feels her desire and need to be used. Her want to be a mere toy to his pleasure and in so many ways he realizes it's the other way around. He pulls his fingers from her ass and has to grab more of the lotion and this is really the worst time to be thinking about anything else than fucking her, but really-- he was doing this act for her. And not even the butt sex but--

This entire fucking marriage.

This ceremony today, the restructuring of everything-- It's for her. His mother may see that-- probably sees it in her own way, her friends have no way of comprehending it (Hux certainly couldn't understand any one person sacrificing their own self interest for another)... and he hasn't really grasped it yet either. He's working moment to moment, he knows the implications and logically understands it. But emotionally? Mentally???

It takes him a moment to pack all that away, this is all hitting him side ways and-- Right now deep psychological scars and working through them aren't welcome. This is a space just for Rey and himself and their needs.

So his fingers slick over his length, covering himself completely as his other hand grabs a hold of her hip and pulls her closer to him. A physical assertion of control and an assurance he's okay and all in. He's just... Kylo Ren and everything associated with that. And it takes a short burst of frenzied thoughts to parse through how he should act and what role he is playing when he throws coherent thought out of the goddamnn window. It's not helping him right now.

So it's here in this space that he shoves in-- A bit more forceful than he had initially intended, she squeezes his cock all at once and it's all he has in him to release a loud choked noise from the back of his throat, nearly buckling under the sudden pressure and pleasure overwhelming him all at once. Even if he wanted to be the Asshole Dom right now and start ramming into her like a man starved--- he needs these next few seconds to adjust to the feel. ]

[ Pushing him to take control like this keeps her grounded, assures her that he's a willing and eager participant himself. It makes his desire for her clear and unmistakable where he can be otherwise hard to read in how much he's really wanted her like this. His hands feel natural on her hips, and it does what it always does: dismisses what came before. His fretting fades, and though she notes to prod at it later, she's not going to heed it now. Not when he is moving past it.

She pushes her ass up high, dropping her head against the covers, and her back bows and her fingers fist in the blanket as he enters her too-fast. A keening noise rolls out of the back of her throat and her eyes squeeze shut. It's loud. Too loud to be reasonable.

His stillness, then, is welcome. She's gasping, panting to try and collect herself, saliva slipping past her lips and dribbling onto the comforter because the towel is busy down by her hips for other purposes. Her whole body heaves with the effort of reeling it in, getting herself comfortable. She's shuddering and hovering too close to overstimulation, the suddenness contributing to hyper-vigilance. ]

Oh. [ A warbly noise of approval comes next as she comes down enough to actually appreciate the strange, foreign sensation of stretching. It's not the same. Not even comparable, really. It makes her cunt feel emptier, somehow, and her walls clench down around nothing. That denial somehow spurs her forth, sates something profoundly needy. ] Yes. Ben, yes.

[ She clamps down around him. It takes conscious effort to relax her muscles. Something she's never had to do by force, but if she doesn't, she'll never be able to move. It verges on pain to be as tense as she is. Slowly, though, cautiously, she starts to rock her hips forward, dragging herself off of him. A trembling whine comes out of her. It's a lot to process, and the newness makes it all the more overwhelming. ]

Slowly, please.

[ If he remembers to, he'll apologize later. It's a bad habit of his, ruminating on thoughts and getting too tied up when he should be concentrating on the moment. Especially when the moment involves penetrating her.

And he's working through this. Gasping for breath and-- yes. Still. Still because if he moves too quickly he'll come far too soon for it to even satisfy him and he can't imagine how it feels for her.

Well-- that's a lie. Rather. An oversight. One he makes as he gathers his wits and-- right. Yes. He can actually refer to her, make sure he's not hurting her or going too fast and... even that thought is interrupted by the way she sings his voice. Her approval means everything and by god maybe they could both laugh later about how ridiculous it is that they both became paralyzed by anal fucking. But now he bends down and presses his mouth to the nape of her neck and murmuring soft praise before he can truly find his voice. ]

As you wish.

[ A despite his pushing and shoving and entering her far too much at once, it's earnest. Not obeying her out of a will to please but because even in this they were working together.

Slowly his works his hips against her. Its cautious and almost excruciatingly slow for him. He's hyper aware of the sweat and slick between them, the slide of skin on skin and the heat of their bodies. The temperature rises slowly and he feels nearly too hot as the flush rises in his cheeks. But every rut grows a bit faster and a bit more firm, matching every grind of her own hips back into his. ]

Good?

[ Breathless, absolutely, struck dumb by the sensation-- but don't let it fool you, its absofuckinglutely smitten even through that desire. ]

[ A groan erupts. She grips tighter to the sheet, and her whole body clamps down around him, trying to stop the intrusion, the rhythm. Trying to control it, but she can't. Every breath is a tremble, a shudder that she can't control. It's a mirror of the work of her muscles fluttering around him, pulling him deeper and holding him there. Pushing him out when he tries to thrust in further, too. Never allowing him the movement he wants.

The slew of noises to follow fall closer to sobs. Overstimulated, haunted by his mouth at her throat, by his willingness for her, need to be hers, to please her. She reaches one hand up, struggling to release the sheet at all, and she grabs onto a fistful of his hair over her shoulder so she can keep him there. ]

Good. Yes. [ So good. So fucking good. She moans. ] Don't stop. [ But she can't quite bring herself to rock against him. He's more willing than she is, readier for a quicker pace, and she can't bring herself to quicken it further. She'd die. Or melt. Or both, probably. She can, however, focus on relaxing, on allowing him to thrust deeper without that degree of resistance. It might help them both. ]

[ The hand in his hair helps, lets him know where he's needed. He's aware she's stopped rocking back into him and he's fucked exactly 0 other asses so-- he's not entirely sure of how this should go. But she confirms that it's good and wanted and pulls him close, he continues to mouth at what skin he can reach as he snaps his hips to hers, driving himself deeper even as she resists and fights. It's too much and not enough and each moan from him feels pulled from his soul. Deep and resounding and almost inhuman.

He speeds up his thrusts, having to adjust his hold on her, pull at her hips and change the angle slightly. Her skin is slippery and he's losing his grasp on his control. His mind wanders briefly, wondering if she imagined him taking her like this before-- before they became promised to one another-- before this insanity. Maybe in the lift to see Snoke. Maybe before that. When she was at Luke's? On Starkiller?

Is it weird to get off on the idea of dub/non conning your wife before she was your wife? He's feeling kinda problematic but that's their kink so. No boner killer here.

And in direct contradiction to those thoughts? He moans softly into her ear. ] I want to kiss you. [ Slurred and a little drunk. But astonishingly honest. Her mouth and their intimacy was truly getting him off. ]

[ It's an uncomfortable twist, the way she arches and turns to look over her shoulder at him. The hand in his hair helps guide him to her mouth, and she knows she can only hold this for a short while before it becomes too taxing on her already overtaxed body, but she wants it too. She wants his mouth on hers. She wants him to love her, hold her, not just fuck her. It's easy to fall into the latter like this.

But she can't quite focus on the kiss. It's a messy thing, all tongue and spit and parted lips. She feels like she's slipping, drowning in him, barely aware of the bed beneath her. A good thing too. The position she's in isn't terribly comfortable, the arch of her back demanding some release. But she needs him, just as she has always needed him. He makes her feel whole again, after a lifetime of the world chipping away at her.

They're connected more than just physically. So it's not even a conscious thing at this point when her mind opens up in direct reaction to his thoughts, as if their minds were shared drive space, communicating freely without their intent as interruptions. It's Starkiller. She's spread open in the interrogation chair, and he's fucking her like this, tears in her eyes. Fear is attached to the memory, as well as a guilty sense of arousal.

It all skates by without ever bubbling up to the conscious part of her mind, which is too preoccupied with what is happening here and now. One hand slides down underneath her, fingers pressing against her clit. It's surprisingly easy. At any other angle, she struggles to rub herself with him there, pounding into her, but there's enough distance with him in her ass that she can press her fingers into more vigorous circles without interruption.

Each rub, though, has her fluttering around him, tensing, and that draws from her whimpered noises of pleasure-pain. It's so foreign that she can't quite pin what's discomfort and what's satisfying at this point. She's just trying to figure out how she feels about it in the first place, but her whole body is alive like a raw nerve. ]

[ He feels her everywhere. And-- at one point that would have been overwhelming. Especially considering the last person to have had that position was Snoke, but she'd replaced his old master so seamlessly. Easily. In these moments the darkness is chased away from his mind... Or perhaps just invited into hers, they each share it seamlessly.

This kiss has to do for now, more about the emotion then the action. His breaths are too harsh to gain a real foothold on the show of intimacy, the sound of his hips snapping against her ass is distracting and she shares her thoughts so freely, he's nearly confused as to where they are in time and space.

He feels her hand sliding up her body and he whimpers because he's a selfish child and wants her hand on his body, but he won't deny her that touch. She needs it more than he does. He's right at the edge of coming completely undone and it's understandable that perhaps she needs more stimulation beyond her ass to get all the way there.

So, tit for tat. Or something along those lines. He'll glide his fingers along her stomach and up through the dark thatch of hair until he meets her hand. He's not being pushy about getting at her clit, focusing his touch around her fingers, to the skin protecting it an as well as waiting for any instruction or guidance she wants to offer. It's her body, she knows what she wants best. ]

[ The way she surrenders ownership of her clit to his fingers happens almost absently, groggily. She braces that hand on the mattress instead, and across the bridge between their minds, she shares every twitch of pleasure, every warm, wet sense of prickling tension that the pads of his fingers draw out of her.

And beyond that, the whimpered sounds of her pleasure slip out of her throat, halfway to sobs. She can feel him everywhere, and pushing towards her climax has her squeezing her cunt around nothing, but her ass also tightens around him. It makes every thrust wobble on that line between discomfort and pain, but not in a way that demands she stop. Just in a way that contributes to how many different sensations her brain is trying to juggle at one time.

Her head drops, presses her forehead into the mattress. Every rasped breath is swallowed by a groan. Beyond it echoes only the clap of skin and the wet shlocking sound of his wet thrusts.

A variation in the stroke of his fingers tips her into the steady, inevitable tumble towards her ending, and she reaches to grip his hip behind her, surrendering a prolonged groan that is swallowed by the bedding and the mattress as she clamps down on him, her cunt twitching and pulsing.

Still sore and sensitive from its recent and sudden overuse, she has to flinch forward, bending her knees, pulling partly off of his cock in order to discourage the touch of his hand for any longer after a fresh surge of slick starts dripping down her thighs. The tremors rumble through her whole body. ]

[ She comes and so does he. Permission to let go comes with a bursting breath of air and a moan cracking through him. The bond is wide open and their pleasure refers to one another, shouting back and forth and it's nearly too much-- way too much as he releases inside of her, thick ropey strands. Overwhelming and hot between them.

Thank god no one is breaking down that door right now, who knows what they'd think.

His hand pulls away from her clit and by some miracle even after he's finished coming he's able to hold her up by her hips-- A short respite for him to catch his breath and try to get his vision straight before he settles her down fully on the mattress and he lays next to her. Practically sprawled out like a starfish as he entangles his limbs with hers. It means he slides out of her with a slick noise, but her being able to get her limbs into a more comfortable position and him being able to cuddle the fuck out of her and zap away her heat takes precedent.

Once he's come down he's gonna kiss the fuck out of her but. They need a breather. ]

[ The towel, as it turns out, was an unnecessary caution, but Rey keeps it under her anyway as she flattens out and rolls onto her back, breathing hard, sore and stiff. There's an empty, stretched feeling to her ass, as though she could still feel him there, as though she were waiting to have him inside of her again, but it's a faint ache too, like her body is trying to knit itself back together.

They're not quite cuddling, not like this, but she keeps one of her legs tangled with his, and she holds at his hip with one hand while her other reaches up to push hair from her face. She has to collect herself. Cool down.

Maybe that's his instinct, borrowed across the bond, but it's not a bad one. ]

That was good.

[ They both know it already, of course. Can feel it. But it bears mention. ]

[ Yo the towel is good cause she's gonna leak all the fuck over the sheets anyway okay? Okay.

Especially as he just. Presses his forehead to her shoulder and takes a breather. His hairs a matted sweaty mess, he's fairly sure Rey is never gonna walk straight ever again, and he's just. Laying here sweaty and well fucked (well fucked--er???) with her. He's good here, we are good here. The bend is awkward, he's awkward, this is all awkward here, but good awkward.

He'll hum an affirmation as he starts to feel his limbs again. That was definitely good. Can't bring a thought together good. ]

I think I need water. [ And jesus. Definitely Jesus. Get some holy water in here.

And also because he's not a dick and remembers that Rey needs reassurance: ] It was very good.

[ It's true for once they saved their sheets. ]

Well, I'm not getting you any.

[ She says this matter-of-factly, assuaged immediately by his agreement to the point that she doesn't mind moving on from it to exempt herself of that favor. ]

I wouldn't get out of this bed right now for a hundred portions. I ache. [ She reaches up for his face and adds, ] Good ache.

[ Good. More evidence for Hux to see that he is infact just Raping her night after night after night. He won't ruin this by bringing his work husband up. Instead he bows his head and presses his cheek to her hand and is every bit a tamed beast.

His lips upturn slightly at "good ache". Like. Yeah. He did that. He reckt'd that shit. He's proud. Give him this, it's the small things. ] We could call a droid.

[ He says that lazily as if they had the luxury to lay like this together for hours on end. Unfortunately, they were far from a normal married couple at this point. But-- for a moment they could pretend. ]

We can make it bring food too. And hot towels.

[ She says this like it's utterly absurd, and realizes when it's out of her mouth that it's the kind of service that comes with this room, if only they weren't afraid of being caught enjoying each other's company. That's a weird feeling.

All too soon, they'll have to put on the gaudy fabrications of their mutual disdain. And then they'll have to assassinate their top general. And then they'll have to piece together the remaining messy fragments of a government. ]

Maybe they have one that will feed us grapes.

[ Like on one hand, he wants to SHOW her these things like YES LOOK AT THESE FUCKERS DELIVERING US FOOD AND HOT TOWELS AND GRAPES... on the other hand, it's not as if he lavishes in those amenities himself very often. That was up Hux's alley more than his. Hate to see his hotel bill after all of this is said and done, tbh. ] We could probably find one that would massage your ass.

[ -----he's being completely serious right now. ]

What if I want you to massage my ass?

[ She looks up with a very honest, wily and amused expression. Clearly optimistic. ]

[ A short huff of air that could be mistaken for laughter and he'll tease his fingers down to the curve of her hip, pressing into the skin there delicately. ] You'd probably want me to fuck you again--[ Things which are true. ]-- and how would I explain your disappearance tomorrow?

[ RIP Rey, slayed by that dick tho ]

[ She groans loudly and it devolves into laughter that's clearly raspy and fucking exhausted. But her skin still prickles bodily in answer to his touch, despite the fact that she offers handily — [

No, I can't. I'm done. Really. [ She takes his hand in hers. ] Well. That's not true. But want is very different than can as it turns out. I don't have any options left that aren't bruised with overuse.

[ dontsayyourmouthdoesn'tlookverybruiseddon'tsayyourmouthdoesn'tlookverybruised. ] Maybe I can offer my ass massaging services then.

[ You get a gold star my dude.

He will tighten his hold on her fingers and drag her hand to his mouth, a heated kiss placed there. ]

Is this everything you wanted?

[ HE WAS JUST RAPING HER MOUTH LIKE

YESTERDAY

GIVE HER MOUTH A BREAK.

Anyway she's grinning up at him all bright and lazy and at ease. ]

Yes. [ The Dream, tbh. Rey out here like "thank you for fucking my ass, senpai, uguuu~~~" ] Not — [ oh, nvm. ] ... All of it. You. Us.

[ HENCE WHY HE DIDN"T SAY IT OKAY. JEEEEEEEEEEEEZ

And- haha. Yeah. Okay way to just Bring Back Reality in such a harsh way. But there's no faulting her in that. The sex is great, they don't have to sleep alone, and he's experienced more emotions in these few days with her than he has in the past seven years-- But they stil had some shitty circumstances to work through right now. ]

As long as the sex is ideal. [ You're such a bitch kylo wtf. check yo self before you wreck yo self. ] We'll work to make the other things ideal as well.

[ Well, this is your husband Rey. Spouting out dumb cute promises and brushing hair behind her ear and looking at her as if she put the stars in the sky. Ugh. Disgusting. ]

I mean, I wouldn't have anything to compare it to.

[ Helpfully bringing them both back to reality. Maybe they're just having really terrible sex but their standards are super low. ]

I don't either.

[ Have they had this conversation yet? Idk who wants to read over our meme breaking bullshit to try and figure it out? I'm fairly sure they have. Whatever. ]

I guess this means we get to decide what ideal is.

[ Unless they each decide to sleep around to compare???? Not sure how kylo would handle that. like. hold hands with various ppl???? ]

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