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i am veeeeery embarrassed by my lack of activity on this blog ! tbh i had a bit of an off week but i’ll be back into the swing of things soon ! to everyone i owe replies, thank you for your patience and i promise i don’t always suck. 

#i'm sure no one cares but! #☾˙ ˖ * ✶ ❛ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. // 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟. #also mun mascot change #sure no one cares about that either

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forcetied‌:

BOSSY SEXY REY

              “must’ve hit my head.” he says in passing. he’s trying not to give away how much it means to him that she sought him out, and how badly he’d needed her. it must be so obvious that he missed her, the way he’s down on his knees in front of her, like this, he feels like a wolf showing his belly to the enemy. her laugh goes straight to his cock, and he does some more blatant rearranging with one hand. he’d only tried half heartedly to scare her off, and why would he truly try to be a brute, when she was dressed like…. that?

              usually he love to super dom her, loves to tell her exactly what he wants she usually complies. but tonight she seems to be slightly bratty. kylo has only experimented with her, so he has no idea what being a switch is…. (BUT HE’S DEFINITELY A SWITCH) so he simply kisses the inside of her knee, and peppers bites and kisses on her thighs, and then slides her tiny panties off her legs, and he feasts on her core, like his own personal banquet. He slips two fingers inside her, pumping them in time with slow, sensual licks to the nub of nerves at the apex of her thighs. with his free hand he massages one of her breasts. this must be what paradise feels like…. stars! he’s never felt as alive then when he’s around her. he doesn’t speak, but he taps into their bond and sends a wave of pure joy down the force bond. he is falling foolishly in love with her. 

                      a gasp emerges from her throat as those plush lips latch onto her hard nub. her hips are twisting uselessly, fingers twitching with the want to tangle in his hair and drag him even further in. she’s transfixed, panting with excitement as she watches him lick up every drip. she can hear him fumbling around with his pants and it only makes her wetter with anticipation. raising her foot to tenderly slide up his bulge, she taunts, “is that for me?” she couldn’t be more glad she’d swallowed back the nerves to sneak into his chamber. the pleasure rising in her body is like nothing she’s ever experienced before… except for with him. “oh you are such a good boy.” she praises, honing in on the sinful noises he’s making between her legs. the way he examines her folds with his tongue, taking little regard for her body writhing above him. it’s all too much when he presses his fingers inside those velvety walls and she contracts around the intrusion. she knows that no one in the resistance would dare step foot into his room but if they had the chance to be devoured like this, they would dive in feverishly. just as she had. 

                      it’s not long before soft whimpers are mimicking louder, more lewd moans. it’s been so long she’s nearly forgotten just how talented he can be with his tongue. she props both legs over his shoulders, urging him closer and deeper. “i’m...— take me to the bed.” she pleads. it’s exhilarating to have him inside her and mull over his thoughts at the same time. he knows exactly what she wants and how to give it to her. the puddle between her legs only gets worse as he explores her body with his large hands. she’s doing everything she can to contain just how badly she wants release. her eyes flutter shut and pleasure courses through her. she clenches around his fingers, ready to explode. she’s begging him to the point of crying out. “i said take me to the bed!”

#☾˙ ˖ * ✶ ❛ 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮. // 𝖗𝖊𝖞𝖑𝖔. #holy shit did my tag work #nsfw #WE DIE LIKE MEN BABY #none of that fancy stuff just unadulterated smut #☾˙ ˖ * ✶ ❛ 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. // ( 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗍𝗂𝖾𝖽. ) #☾˙ ˖ * ✶ ❛ 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞. // 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊. ( 𝑡𝑙𝑗. )

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forcetied‌:

SEXY ANGRY REY 

         LIKE HELL HE’S GOING TO BED! she is all saccharine words and he wants to punish her, for coming here tonight, because it was so reckless. she’s not in a position to defend herself if she was attacked and the thought of her being her hurt makes his blood boil even if he is spewing vitriol at her. she’s right to think that fighting isn’t in the cards, he’s drunk, quite drunk as a matter of fact but not quite sloppy enough to have whiskey dick. he loves how she doesn’t flinch away from him, as if she can taste the poison in his heart and isn’t afraid of swallowing it whole. and then she calls him baby and he softens, if only slightly. she does have power in this situation, more power than he’d like to admit, quite frankly. 

         “ i don’t want to go to bed, baby.” his voice is acidic. he’d been drinking because he couldn’t have her, and had been denying himself seeking her out, well… it seemed that was at an end now. kylo ren, commander of the first order sunk to his knees and positioned his mouth between her thighs, “is this where you’ve been wanting me?” the light was shining on his face now and there’s a feline smile curling his lips which had been missing for weeks. 

                      REY HOPES THAT in his drunken stupor he is not IMMERSING himself into reading her thoughts because holy hell this is hot. he looks at her like he wants to fuck her through a wall. there’s no DOUBT that he could. “princess and baby in one night? did you hit your head or did you really miss me that much?” the soft pads of her digits run down the flesh of her sides until her thumbs hook around the thin fabric covering her heat. the room is more or less devoid of light so she relies on a mix of imagination and memory. the FANTASIES that have been repeating over and over in her mind like a broken video player will finally come to fruition so long as he can keep it up. she lets out a bubbly, COQUETTISH laugh. it didn’t take her long at all to crumble the wall between the man she longed for and the man he pretended to be. so much for his silly hate speech.

                   “what’s led you to believe i’m interested in what you want?” the question is thick with austerity. she’s not submissive in nature by any means but ordering kylo ren is an accomplishment nonetheless. if she knew any better she would be pensive about all the ways this could be a mistake. with his mouth so CLOSE to where she’s yearned to have him, it’s nearly impossible to reason with this desire. she swallows thickly then. rey needs to maintain some level of composure for the time being. it’s too early to lead on just how much he’s driving her wild. “take them off.” she commands albeit too passive. she straightens up her posture and looks down at the man, “NOW. take them off now. i haven’t got all night.”

#no icon you knew it was coming #nsfw

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forcetied‌:

cadavcrss‌

             he shrugs, and his shoulders droop unevenly, he hadn’t been expecting her because the force bond got a little fuzzy when he was drinking. he’s a disaster area, and he wants to pin her against the wall and take her the only way he knows how to, hard and fast. “does it look like i’ve been drinking, princess?” his tone is snide even though he’s tripping over his words. his cock is misbehaving terribly, and he’s about to do some blatant rearranging when he hears the garter snap. his eyes comically widen at the sight of her, as if the sound is the most sobering thing he’d heard all night. 

              he’s not wearing the mask, but the cowl is his favorite. he runs his fingers through his hair once more, and then when she snaps at him, he feels all the fight reverberate through him. he wants to fuck her, and knows he shouldn’t. she talks about putting him to bed like a goddamn infant and something snaps, ben solo is gone and kylo ren is fully present. her body is petite and soft under him as he drags her against the wall, and he pins her hands above her head with one massive hand. his other hand is on her throat, not hard enough to crush her windpipe, or hurt her but enough to tell her to stop provoking him. his hand is big enough that he can stroke her cheek while he chokes her. “do you have any idea,” his words are far clearer now, “how much i hated thinking about you, how badly i wanted to never see you again.” his words are meant to cut deep, but if she reads deep enough into them she’ll realize they’re all for show, and that he really is begging her to stay, in their own, twisted,  love language. “you want to get fucked? you want me to treat you like a slut? then so be it.”  

                    every time she is around him, she swears she’s attracted an unhealthy ability to roll her eyes. maybe it’s the way he is able to say the dumbest things with so much confidence. this is different though. she’s never seen him so unhinged. as far as she knew nothing transpired between the resistance and the first order so why in the stars is he so unlike himself? under the dim lighting it’s hard to make out any real features or expressions. his face is shaded from her inquisitive gaze, though his mind wasn’t that hard to crack. his brain is a shit show of the deep-rooted conflict inside him. lucky for him, she doesn’t have the energy to unpack all of that damage. “who would have thought: the knights of ren master gets pissy drunk when he can’t have his way.” she challenges, mimicking a pitiful voice. a routine thing the pair has been known for challenging every word the other says with a much better, harsher opinion. with her upbringing she’s tougher than most, never accepting someone’s awful, or cruel taunt without putting up a fight. her lips part to further the verbal dig but then her back is pressed firmly to the cool wall. 

                   rey isn’t quite sure she’s ready to see his fist fly through a wall but he’s set on getting his aggression out a different way. his rambling proves to her that fighting isn’t in the cards at all. she’s caught the tail end of exactly what he was about to say and it resonates with her. there’s a vulnerability there, clouded by decades of fear and layered with anger. her ears became more sensitive to his lowered tone. she doesn’t flinch under his touch at all. “you were thinking about me baby?” her tongue glides against her lesser lip. she feels like she has some sort of power in the situation, which is really all she needs. that being said, she’s more than happy to go along with this for now. taking his words as an immediate challenge, fervor lit itself inside her mind, insistent on showing him that he can’t control her. “actually, i came here for good sex. like, the world shattering kind. it’s obvious that you can’t deliver in that capacity right now.” she says, saccharine voice laced with ominous undertones. “let’s just go to bed.”

#first goes the formatting....then the icons #i'm into it #nsfw

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               if she could be stronger, she would be and usually she is, but the urge to be near him is triggering heart palpitations. it couldn’t hurt to see him once more. that’s all the encouragement she needs to drape something revealing over her figure and sneak into his chamber. there’s no morality in what she’s doing and for the first time in her life it doesn’t matter to her if she’s making the right choice. she just needs to feel his hands around her waist. as soon as the door slides open she’s engulfed in the pungent odor of alcohol. she nearly coughs, or so she does for theatrical effect. his sentences are running into each other and his hair is a disheveled mess on his head. “have you been drinking?” there’s a level of DISGUST laced in her words. she’s not entirely against alcohol, it’s just that she expected more from him. 

               “MIND your words.” she warns. his remarks didn’t bother her, the majority of the time she let them roll right off of her. ben was easy to read. the things he says are merely cheap jabs to get a rise out of her. she’s neglected to bring her saber but in his drunken state he is more or less DEFENSELESS against her. petty name calling was just that, petty. “well i definitely didn’t intend on BABYSITTING an inebriated commander tonight but it looks like that burden is all mine.” her hands drop down to the strap along her crimson garter. she plucks it, absentmindedly and it slaps her porcelain skin. she’s a bit embarrassed at the lengths she’s gone to just to get this lackluster reaction. it’s not all for nothing though. sucking in a deep breath, the woman’s hands toy with the cowl hung around his shoulders before removing it. “you think your stormtroopers can hurt me? that’s hilarious.” rey gives a genuine smile then as the pads of her digits fumble with the fasteners of his outer robes. “why is it always so karking dark in here? putting you to bed should not be so difficult” she huffs then, clearly growing agitated by the simple task. her rigorous movements finally force the pins open and they fall to the floor. 

            kylo ren was not one to drink, but when he did… well… the stormtroopers knew to keep a clear distance, hell even general hux knew to stay the hell away ( not that hux was invited to the bar on starkiller base very often, the man was a crier when he was drunk ) . he wasn’t an angry drunk, a least not tonight. he’d been having… well there was no other way to put it, he’d been having an affair with rey. he hated himself for it. and he knew she’d be here tonight. he was a traitor, and she was… e v e r y t h i n g he’d ever wanted. he finishes his last drink, as the bartender had decided to stop serving him, he was so far gone. was it five or six drinks he’d had? it could’ve been more, it could’ve been less. all he knows is that his throat feels like it’s on fire, and he’s stumbling back to his spacious quarters. he lines his eye up to the retina scanner, and as the door opens he walks inside and is faced with rey, she’s dressed in something slinky and he feels his pulse roar to life. 

           “you should go back… to whatever resistance hole you climbed out of.” he says sounding like every bit of the tyrant he pretends to be, a severely drunk tyrant, as he’s slurring every word. he goes to kick off his boots but he overbalances and lands nearly on top of rey. “what are you doing here?.” his voice is soft, and hurting. because they had slept together and it had been the best few nights of his life. she’d actually stayed in his room, and hidden in the spacious quarters while he fucked her senseless. it had made him feel alive for the first time in so long. and then it had all come crashing to a halt when they both came to their senses and realized that they were at war with each other. his cock is surprisingly ready for this. he hates this, because he wants more, always more with her. he hadn’t told her but it had been the first time for him, his cheeks tinged pink at the thought of her splayed out underneath him, bare and wanting. “rey, you can’t just show up here, you could be killed!” // @cadavcrss​ / plotted. 

#i'm not even gonna try with my tags #nsfw #ish?? #but i do have a closed verse tag for us #shhhh shhh it's perfect #did i proofread this?? you better your ass i didn't

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flirt-suke‌:

Role play blogs aren’t just about cliques and it shouldn’t be about who you’ve known the longest either. Well it should be but also- there are a lot of shy cinnamon rolls out there waiting for you. But they don’t know that you can vibe with them right off the bat if they’d only send in a meme or a starter or something!

So reblog if you’re the type of blog that is open to NEW friendships even if you are already connected to old ones. New friendships mean new experiences and more people to talk about your muse’s together. This is a clique free blog despite the people who love sending me in asks and there’s much love for them but I’ve also got love waiting for you if only you’d send that one message. 

#hi ily all <3332

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forcetied‌:

cadavcrss‌

                    IT’S ALL A BIT TOO MUCH, his ribs are aching painfully, and her words are making his chest feel even heavier. he collapses onto their sofa and pulls her close, “rey solo does have a nice ring to it.” his smile is tired. crying is exhausting. sleeping in a separate room from her had nearly killed him, he had nightmares of the pit and the sounds of his bones breaking and rey dying. he knows she’s probably having nightmares too. how could they not? “and no, i haven’t slept in about three days, well, i’ve gotten a few hours here and there…” he looks away, feeling guilty. he desperately wants to show her how much she loves him. 

               “i’ve never wanted anyone before you either. i’ve never even considered taking a lover, it was always too dangerous.” he swallows hard, thinking of the nightmare that would’ve been sneaking around with a stars-forsaken stormtrooper. the thought makes an unpleasant shudder go through him. but then… she’s saying that she’d be an idiot not to marry him and he just wants to hold her, and touch her soft skin. “i love you, baby.” he says, and lifts rey into his lap, his ribs scream in protest, but no sign of pain shows on his face. he’s just so glad to have her back. 

                before he knows what he’s doing, he’s cupping her face in his huge hands, and kissing her sweetly. oh, how he’s missed this, and it seems he’s not as worthless as he’d originally thought, he had been worried that the trauma of nearly dying would scare off his ability to fuck her, albeit temporarily, but her skin is warm, soft and she smells like vanilla and roses. his cock seems to have woken up from it’s slumber, and he hopes she’s alright with a little makeup sex. she’ll have to ride him, of course, but he can imagine she’d enjoy it. 

                             THEY’VE SHARED VARIOUS moments similar to this one in the comforts of his ship chambers, yet it feels so different as their eyes meet, puffy and longing for each other. rey, at least, is terrified. not of ben, of course. she’s afraid of all the awful nightmares. it’s something that keeps her up at night even though it makes her seem pathetic. if she has to, she’ll take that title. “you have them too?” maybe she’s being dramatic but there’s an emptiness inside her that’s as physical as it is emotional when she wakes up in a cold sweat. “stars, i’m so glad you’re alive.” she can see it all— palpatine, ben falling stories below and finally, the love of her life dying in her arms. the terrors invade her head like clockwork. it’s like they’re tying her up and SUFFOCATING her and laughing at her while she struggles to free herself. “why didn’t you tell me you’ve had trouble sleeping?” concern spreads throughout her features. her own troubling thoughts have been abandoned for the sake of making sure he’s okay.

                             this was her happy place. this is exactly where she’s meant to be. she straddles him, bracing nearly all of her weight on her knees as a means to be cautious. it’s not a very far off idea. he was much too busy dealing with all the pain in his life to search for romance. she’s spent most of her life trying to survive too.“that’s the ONLY reason then? because it was dangerous?” she presses further, a grin tugging at the corners of her lips. their connection leaves little to the imagination. a lot is still left unsaid. she’s toying with him now, even though she can see what he wants to desperately. “ben...” she breathes. she craves him in more ways than one. his touch is like lava to her skin and somehow rey is immune to being burned.

                             jaw becoming tense, rey was unaware of the air she was harboring in her lungs as her eyes intently followed every minuscule movement of his. “we shouldn’t. you should get some rest.” she advises between kisses. it’s the more responsible thing to do. they were both long overdue for sleep and somehow this still seems more urgent to the man. her face is flushed and she can practically sense all the blood rising. more than anything, she’s distracted by the growth in his pants. from screaming all his wrongdoings to being moments away from screaming his name, today’s events are moving so quickly she’s prone to get whip lash.

#tros spoilers #death mention #nsfw #ish #my tags still won't paste so brb logging out forever

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ben solo has literally only one brain cell. this man was so focused on getting to rey in time he took a running leap into a fucking hole WHICH HE KNEW HAD A PLATFORM BUT HE DECIDED THAT WAS TOO SLOW I GUESS JKFJDKFHKJ

#ben solo is my last brain cell listening to sunflower vol 6 at 3 am

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if  i  follow  you   ,   i  want  to  write  with  you  !   so never  hesitate  to  send  in  a  meme  or  write  me  a  starter  or  shoot  me  an  im.    i  want  to  write  with  all  of  you   /   talk  with  all  of  you.   hell  ,  come  talk  to  me  about  your  children  ,   about  how  much  you  love  them  /  hate  them  ,   what  they  love  ,   what  they  hate  ,   how  they  feel  ,   etc.   bc  i  love when  people  talk  to  me  about  their  kids  okay.   so come  do  it  !

#what they said !!!!!

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due to personal reasons I will be cheating death

[cadavcrss]

                                 KISS ME AND TELL ME YOU’RE MINE                                           LIKE NO ONE’S WATCHING,                                           LIKE TIME IS  S T O P P I N G.

        𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐤𝐮 // 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭. 𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐨

@forcetied

#sw rp #hi ily <3333 #star wars rp #reylo rp #idk why i can't tag using my actual tag for us.... my tag for us is cute #wtf #promo ! #☾˙ ˖ * ✶ ❛ 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭. // 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊. ( 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯. )

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darthlegacy‌:

@cadavcrss​

      He purses his lips playfully at that, FEIGNING annoyance even as he takes another step in her direction. “I’m afraid I’ll have to try and take it easy on you all over again. Can’t have you feeling too bad about yourself, can we?” 

he’s cocky, she’ll give him that, even if she doesn’t want to give him anything right now. she rolls her eyes for emphasis, “are you going to keep talking or are you going to WIN ? ” she replies, no hint of humor evident in her tone. it’s a bad idea, but he obviously doesn’t care. “why don’t you just FORFEIT now ? i promise i won’t tell.”

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bondforce‌:

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   gripping the bunk rails his knuckles going white with the mere thought of losing rey. he had lost everything he couldn’t bare to lose her. he would do anything to keep her alive. even if that meant his own life. he finally looks up at her watching the rage within her grow more and more. he had gone overboard. but hadn’t she known? a sigh releases him as he stands up, closing the distance between the two of them. a hand coming up to touch her cheek softly. “but you’re so precious to me, rey.”

@cadavcrss​

the lack of eye contact is TERRIFYING and it makes her stomach turn in ways she’s not at all fond of. the butterflies feel more like hornets buzzing around and stinging angrily and leaving pinpricks in their wake. she can feel it all over her skin, in her hands and her feet as the world spins wildly around her. then he’s touching her and that burning SENSATION only grows more intense. through their bond she can feel it— worry, concern, agony. it’s there in his eyes too if she’d just bothered to look closer. “i’m sorry.” she mouths to him. now she looks like the asshole. selfishly, she acted to quickly and without consideration for his feelings. “it won’t happen again.”

“why are you mad at me?"

eyes close slowly as he listens to her words. why are you mad at me? how could she be so foolish? so RECKLESS? it makes his bones shiver as his core utterly shakes. he’s sitting down on a bunk, slightly hunched over as he settles into his anger that slowly turns into defeat. “you could’ve died,” he says finally. 

asks  /  ben.

[cadavcrss]

she was TEETERING on the line of responsible indulgence and blackout drunk. maybe that’s why she was leaning against his side, hands holding tight to his arm, or maybe she just wanted to be close to him for a little bit longer. “its all fun and GAMES until someone stumbles in here looking for the bathroom or more accurately, a place to get handsy.” it’s uncertain what exactly is on the agenda tonight but none of that really matters with ben at her side. she’d spend the night in SUBZERO temperatures if it meant she could get him out of the house. she obeyed him then, downing the contents of the cup despite the BURNING in her throat. “is that why you lured me here? are you trying to hook up with me, ben?” there’s a playful SPARKLE in her eyes. 

@cadavcrss​​ said: "We should probably get back to the party.“

NEW YEAR’S STARTERS /// ACCEPTING.

◤— ❝ …We should, but I would prefer staying here. ❞ Remaining here in the QUIET, unperturbed by the silence as he had been with the NOISE of the party going on inside, was something that APPEALED to him ; & being here with REY only made it all the more enticing in the best possible way. ❝ Stay here with me and finish your drink. ❞ He didn’t wish to worry her or to speak of his anxiety, so Ben managed a REASSURING smile before taking a swig from his bottle.◢

#alcohol mention #alcohol tw

[cadavcrss]

What girl? Rey. Rey of Jakku. The other half of your soul. inspo

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#promo !

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     ben isn’t sure he’s entirely okay with rey feeling responsible to cook for the two of them. he’s not the most experienced himself and it’s been a while, but at the very least he can take half the work load. saying this much takes him a moment, though. “you should let me do it.” he blurts out clumsily and then purses his lips, a crease forming between his brows. “not that i don’t like… obviously, i’m enjoying everything you make, but you don’t have to do it all yourself. i’m not going to throw plates across the room if you don’t like it, either, i’ll just get better.” he explains, but it still doesn’t feel quite right leaving his mouth. there’s so much he’s been leaving unsaid. they’re living in such… domesticity. it’s staggering, the difference between this quiet life and the one they’d been living not that long ago. it can be unsettling, too. ben feels as if he has to keep everything in check inside himself. 

     his mind zeroes in on something she’s said, twisting it around in his brain until he unloads, gaze focused on the table below him. “is that how you feel about this place? does it feel like home, to you?” he questions, feeling an influx of worry that somehow she’s not there by choice. has he done anything to make her think she needs to remain, that she needs to take care of his fragile feelings? all of it is probably too clear on his face, but he can’t help himself, his emotions exhaust him with their intensity, now that he’s not hiding them behind a mask and aggression. 

admittedly, rey is feeding into age old traditions. does being a homemaker suit her? the verdict isn’t out just yet. so far her only concern is trying to impress him. “you want to cook for me?” teeth grazed over the skin of her bottom lip. she’s anxious that he isn’t being transparent with her. was he only sparing her feelings? a tinge of relief falls over her as he explains further. “i didn’t think that would interest you. pardon me for making such a baseless assumption. thank you for wanting to try with me.” all of the words come out slowly, almost robotically. she isn’t just referring to his willingness to put food on the table. it’s clear that she’s being cautious. she’s not afraid of him in the slightest. she just doesn’t want to say the wrong thing. a dyad in the force and yet she knows so little about him, about ben. 

she hasn’t taken her eyes off of him. she wants to learn every crevice of his face, every line at forms and what each one means. he’s overwhelmed with something can only label as agitation or unease— both of which are never a good sign. her own chest swells with anxiety. “i...i’m sorry if i’ve said something to offend you.” she’s flustered and stuttering as her thoughts are traveling faster than her mouth ever could. she’s eager to let this conversation go but it’s impossible to find the right sequence of words that will get her off the hook. she has yet to sit back down and perhaps that’s the source of all his stiffness. of course she could have used their Bond to heir advantage but it just doesn’t seem fair. she doesn’t want to pull it out of him. “can you please tell me what’s troubling you? i’m here for you. i’ll do anything you ask. just talk to me.” it sounds very needy coming from her. a small part of her wants to backtrack but instead she settles back into her chair, wishing she could just fuse into it.

#☾˙ ˖ * ✶ ❛ 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞. // 𝖗𝖊𝖞𝖑𝖔.