History repeats itself.

Send me one pro and one con you could see with having sex with my character.

Send me one pro and one con you could see with having sex with my character.

“ see! you called me nothing again! ”

Send me one pro and one con you could see with having sex with my character.

Send me one pro and one con you could see with having sex with my character.

『 Ren heard her words, but he did not react to them much. Yes, he could feel her wanting him. Having her pinned down, he busied himself with fumbling his pants open. Albeit aroused and heated with anger, he managed it well, giving himself a few quick strokes in preperation of entering her. She would not belong to him. No matter what, she would not. Not truly.

corran’s heart is beating out of chest, adrenaline pumping through his veins. he wants to believe that ben could attack him, couldn’t strike him down in cold blood. but he’s heard the story about what been did to his father, han solo. if ben could kill him, then he was deeper in the darkness than corran anticipated. but the jedi couldn’t bring himself to give up. there was light at the end of the tunnel. there was light inside of kylo ren. this monster would not succeed in killing his friend. 

“ fine. you think the jedi way is wrong, it’s not proper? leave that behind. you want to rebel against your uncle and stand against your friends? leave us all too. but this? this isn’t you. conquering planets, killing innocent people, destroying people’s lives to further your goals. that isn’t right. it isn’t you, “ corran protests, hurt clear and present in his voice. he doesn’t want to stand against his friend. but he would if he had to. only if he had to. 

“ we can leave all this behind. you and me. we can start something new. kriff the jedi. kriff the knights of ren. kriff the first order and the resistance. we won’t pick sides in this war. we’ll do something different. but not this. you’re not a monster. don’t let this anger turn you into one. “ corran pleads, hoping that his plea does not fall upon deaf ears. but even still, his thumb hovers over the switch of his lightsaber. he was prepared to fight for ben solo. even die for him. but he was not about to die at the hands of kylo ren. never would he allow himself to fall so far from grace.

『 Kylo stared at him. With his chest rising and falling, his body hunched forward so that he could attack at any given moment, he looked more feral animal than man. Yet, he listened to the man’s words. HE SHOULDN’T HAVE LISTENED. 

 He could feel the light around Corran, but it did not call out to him. It repelled him. He listened to his words, and something inside of him found them tempting, something inside of him saw them as proof that he still had one friend in the world who would not leave him, but then his eyes flickered towards the other’s fingers and he saw his thumb so close to igniting his saber. Lies. 

—–  »  You say WE but you never mean it. Get. Out. Of my way, Corran, or I’ll SLICE YOU IN HALF.  «

          when it comes to bed, he’s always afraid after a night of drinking. he knows what will be coming, there’s never any escape from it. so when he hears ben affirm that he’s afraid … well. he only sighs and tilts his head, unaware of the fingers hovering near his temple. “ yeah it … happens. ” he doesn’t bother to explain, not right now. he doubts he’d sound sane.

          there’s a sudden calm that comes over him, and he breathes out shakily, blinking. tears spring up from his eyes without his doing, and there’s a slow sinking of his body into the bed, against ben. he reaches a hand back, delicately touching one of ben’s hips and holding it with a gentle squeeze. “ … thank you … ” the edges of fear dissipate, and he breathes out, closing his eyes with a gentle sound.

『 Ben senses that he had been succesful. Dameron feels calmer than before, and even the touch of his hand feels non-intrusive. He allows for his own eyes to close as well. Listening to the pilot’s breathing now feels like true calm. Perhaps this is why he had asked to sleep together with someone else... Concentrating on his breathing, synchronizing it with his own, keeping him safe and sound may keep his own demons at bay for the night.

Thus, Ben Solo decides to stay with him, however ridiculous that may be. He is soon drifting to sleep. When he wakes, he doesn’t notice that he has turned his body more. Most of his weight is now crushing Dameron, his arms around him. His nose being pressed into his curls is the first thing that he notices because it tickles. He pulls it away, groggily trying to pull his entire body away, but they’re somewhat entangled by now. Nobody better see this... 

Her eyes narrowed at his comment about rotting with the apples.  How could he still say he was the kings guard?  He’d become her guard the night he’d fucked her for the first time and she knew it.  Sure he would follow the orders that the king laid out before he but she wondered if that was because it always had to do with her, making sure she was safe and keeping here where she needed to be.

Licking her lower lip, she looked at the hand that he’d placed on her, knowing that the touch was more of someone familiar with her rather then one of her father’s knights.  When he mentioned her betrothed, she could tell there was something in his words and when his eyes diverted hers, she knew he was lying.  He always looked at her, never looking away unless there was something bothering him and with that lie, Rey couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Sir Ren, are you looking forward to knowing that such a good man will have his way with me.” 

She took his hand into hers, running the tip of his first finger over her plump lower lip before nipping at it.  

“Knowing that my body will no longer crave to be ravished by your hands, by your  mouth but that I will learn to cry out his name in my throws of passion.  Will he still be a good man then?  Or will you seethe with jealousy when you must walk by my side knowing he had me in a way that no one else could claim but you?”  She dropped his hand and grabbed his chin, making him face her.  “Nothing is decided until I walk down that isle.  That is nothing is decided except that until then, until my union is consummated, my body belongs to you.”

『 He had nearly turned away completely at her talk. But as she purposefully kept on taunting him, his gaze met hers again, dark and full of stubborn anger at her words, focused on the way his index finger dented in her soft bottom lip. His mind immediately wandered to when they had kissed something else, and she was doing that on purpose, wasn’t she?

—–  »  ...witch.  «

Ren whispered, and that was about how he was able to summarize how her outlandish affront made him feel. He was both, angry, but also, full of longing for her still, which should have been contradictory emotions in itself. 

—–  »  No matter how many times you’ll consummate your marriage. You’ll wish that his hands were my hands. His lips my lips. His cock...  «

He didn’t finish the sentence for it was too brutish to say to a lady even in his anger fueled ramblings, but instead he picked her up, carrying her towards the nearest seating surface he could find -- in this case, the window sill of the cottage that looked as innocent as a building could look. Her dress with all its layers was shoved upwards with ease, with him keeping her legs under his arms so that all she could do was lean backwards. Or hold herself up, but it’d be uncomfortable. In this state she could have attempted anything, even to scratch his eyes out, but the knight would have been relentless.

He’s learning how best to stay alive in this hellhole he’s found himself in. Now he’s lost the chance to be at Ren’s side he has to bend the knee if he wants to get out alive. His obedience is more out of necessity than anything else. Besides, he can’t try and escape or kill his captor until they give him hands.

The pat is condescending when he assumes it was meant to be kind. He really is a pet here.

“Nicer than anything else they’re giving me in here.”

『 He can finally feel some form of submission coming from Dameron. Yet, he does not trust it. He’s the kind of pet that is loyal to its owner even when they beat it --   UNFORTUNATELY, his mother has made this one her pet first. He frowns beneath his mask. Perhaps that is why he is so motivated to make the pilot loyal to him instead. If tha tis unrealistic, he can still make him suffer.

—–  »  You will never leave this room again.  «

There’s sadistic pleasure in speaking those words. His fingers wander from just heavily lying on top of his head to trailing down his cheek, threatening to penetrate his mind again now that he was weak.

@kylorennx​-Princess Kira Palpatine and Sir Kylo Ren

The stallion she’d been riding since she was a kid was running as fast as she could ride it.  Her father had beaten her once more, still pushing the marriage on her that she refused to accept.  She hated him, hated her life and what everyone expected her to do.  Nothing brought her pleasure and as she continued to ride as fast as she could, part of her hoped that the horse would buck and her life would be over.  Although these thoughts went through her mind, she knew the well trained horse would never do this to her, she still dreamed of being free.

Now reaching the edge of the glade she’d been riding through, she found herself in front of an old cottage at the beginning of the royal orchard.  Slowing the horse, she finally got down and led her stallion to a place he could graze while she walked around.  As she walked through the orchard, her mind seething at the treatment she’d received from the King, Kira wasn’t paying attention to anything around her.

Just when she was about to turn around, she felt a hand on her shoulder and she spun around.  Her eyes narrowing as she took a step back. “Sir Ren.  I don’t care why you followed me out here, I am not going back.  You’re his Knight, the King’s knight and I’m sure you were sent here to bring me back.” 

Her eyes still narrowed more as she took a step towards him, getting in his personal space. “What are you going to do, Sir Ren?  Are you going to throw me over your shoulder and drag me back?  I dare you to try.”

『 Ren did not need to look far to find his charge, even though the old mare he would not quite let go, would have had difficulties keeping up with her. Of course she would not ride out of the country. He doubted she had sufficient knowledge of the county around them, even if she did. Nevertheless, with the king brought up and aggressive at her disappereance, it was in his best interests to collect her sooner rather than later. 

She was so lost in thoughts that she did not hear his heavy steps on the grass, until he reached out to touch her. Towering over her, the knight hoped that he did not have to be FORCEFUL at convincing her to come back with him. He was to be strict with her to have his peace, but then she came closer, and his world was drenched in the same painful longing he had felt before. It was good that the king did not know of it. But she surely did. 

—–  »  I am the king’s guard, and I will be yours when you are queen. Unless you have decided to push away the crown and decay here with the apples.  «

His hand was brought back onto her shoulder, laying there heavily, fingers curling to squeeze it. Encouraging, maybe, but mostly to remind her that if he did have to force her, he would be able to.  Ren’s mouth was moving, and his low voice formed the words in a mumble, but he was not really meaning them.

—–  »  Your marriage has been decided. The union will bring only the best for your name, and this county. Prince Dameron is a decent man from what I have been hearing. Come back with me, and meet him just once.  «

NCIS — Season 2   {Sentence Starters}: open!

『 Ren’s gloved fingers curl around the man’s jaw, gently pushing at it so he’d look up at him. Man, he’d thought. A boy it was without his helmet. It was a pity that Kylo would have to take out his life so soon if the bounty hunter did not tell him what he needed to know. 

All it would take was seeing how weak his mind was. Or how few morals he had. 

          it should make it awkward that ben has to crawl onto the bed like he is, how his body presses close, an arm on poe’s body and the bed only bringing them closer. but poe finds a strange comfort in it; even if ben doesn’t swing the way poe does, he can at least take this moment of closeness and pretend it’s some sort of affection. platonic works too, though he isn’t sure ben even likes him in the friendly sense.

          “ … yeah. ” his shoulders shift, and his face presses down into the pillow, but there’s comfort to be had. he doesn’t feel the trickling of fear down his spine that came with nights like this, so it’s worth it, he thinks. “ sorry. ” it comes out muffled, but his fingers curl into the sheets and his eyes slowly close. he wouldn’t be surprised if he woke up alone, but at least this is okay.

『 Ben keeps as still as possible, not wanting to crush Dameron with his weight, no matter how annoying his constant talking was. And then he feels it. An impulse, quiet, but present enough to divert his attention towards it. On instinct, the arm that had been halfway wrapped around him raises, fingers curling, index finger ever so lightly hovering over the pilot’s temple. Yes. He is right. 

—–  »  You're afraid.  «