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“what do you want from me?!” //rey, @somethingxgreater
Kylo Ren charges at the vision. The curtian of rain obstructes the finer details. She could have been a ghost. For there is enough death around him.
But Ren knows enough, like she is young, poorly dressed for the moon, unarmed and rather pretty. She stumbles backwards. Just as stratled by him and calls out. What does he want?
His mind was still plusing from the blood lust he just commited. The smell of blood wafted through his helmet. But his body is on autopilot. Stepping away from his Knights and towards her. A hand out ready to grab. "You." Ren says, he wants her.
And his hand reaches and stretches in to thin air. Having spooked the vision away.
Ren looks down at his hand. As if expecting an awnser.
You. Who are you?
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@ofthestcrs
There was a sense of impending doom. One that Ben could not shake. It seep into everything. Blurring the edge of his vision. It shorten his temper with those around him. Push his hand to do something foolish and rash. It tasted metallic in his mouth filled with contempt. You know the truth, my boy.
Ben looked to his meditation to clear it. Only finding his thoughts a jumble of things. His regrets on his last missions, his arguements with Luke and above all her.
Rey started to haunt his dreams. A dream that never seem to end. Only extending in his next fitful sleep. It shook him violently from his sleep, dripping in sweat.
Help me, he called out into the void. The void awnsering back.
You know what to do.
Do what? Ben buried his face into his hands, defeated.
You know. You already know what you're going to do.
Ben left his hut needing to do something, anything. The rain finally was cleared up. He could hear the Younglings training in the distance. The wild life sang on the wind. Gathering their food before the rain would return and chase them back inside.
A lone signal cut through space. Like a thin cord tugging at Ben's navel. Moving his feet up the slippery slopes and towards her. Rey. "I didn't see you when I returned." His fist unclenched itself.
Unlike everyone else, Rey enjoyed the rain, so she hadn’t rushed to hide when it had started only to come back out when it stopped as most did and it showed. Her clothes were drenched and the hair she usually kept up in buns was over her shoulders instead. Something about the rain helped clear her thoughts. Like the water was washing away every worry. Even if the feeling was only temporary. She’d been taking in the scent for just a moment longer when she’d felt a familiar person approaching. She turned to see Ben.
Rey found herself smiling, almost as if she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t. If Ben is mad, she surely wouldn’t notice in her state. Instead, her head tilts. That smile brighter than two tatooine suns as her hands moved to her hips. Amused or appalled by his question was anyone’s guess.
“Maybe if you came out in the rain every once in a while you’d see me, huh? Didn’t know I needed another parental guardian or whatever.” Rey was jesting, after all, Ben wasn’t that much older than her. Yet he still seemed to hold that air of someone who was much older than they really were. Was it the weight of the Skywalker Legacy? She could only imagine.
“So … how did it go? Your mission? I want to hear everything.”
Ben stared at the water droplets trap in Rey's buns. They glittered like stars in the night sky. How the loose strains of her hair came undone from her updo. Clinging like vines arcoss her brow and temple. Becoming almost hypnotized by her. At the flushness in her bright face. How her lips twisted when she spoke. How pink and soft the skin looked on her bottom lip.
Ben leans forward, like he was falling towards her gravity, being stopped by Rey's question.
How did it go?
Ben pulls back and stares down at his feet, "Master Luke doesn't trust me. He doesn't trust me on a missions. Let alone at being a proper knight."
"Even with-" You.
Ben's words dried up in his throat.
What are you doing? He thought to himself.
@silver-scribbles
His robes still smelled like smoke. There was traces of ash in his hair, and in his boots he felt the grime of pebbles and crumble walls. Ben's crime was still left all over his body when he step off his Starship.
Having landed in a small settlement on a outer rim world. Following the directions Snoke had sent him. Landing in an empty lot of a busy market place. Already filled with farmer, craftsmen and villagers looking up at the stranger. Pausing to glance over his robes.
Ben paused at the end of the ramp. Glancing around, waiting. Expecting the alarm to go off. Of someone, anyone to recognize his face.
Surely, Ben thought, the call would have gone out. His face plastered on Wanted posters. Someone must have already found Luke and his temple in ruins. That the bodies would have been counted and Ben not being amonge them.
No.
Ben shut his eyes. Blocking off that train of thought.
He pulled his hood over his head. Keeping his eyes down. Avoiding the gaze of others. His mind back on his mission.
Following Snoke's words he headed out of town. Towards a canyon. Leading down narrow paths filled with shadows. Here where Ben can sense a ripple through the force. The Knight's of Ren, or one of their members were near.
One hand kept close to his hidden lightsaber, just in case. Every little noise or shadow had Ben stopping in his tracks. Glancing upwards and around him. Poses and ready for danger.
"I know you're here." Ben finally said outloud. "He told me where to find you."
It’s only a matter of time.
That’s what Ren had said. That boy. Ben Solo. A fissured dam, holding in a reservoir of untamed emotion, begging to collapse. Apparently, as new rumours emerged, Luke Skywalker’s school for a new age of Jedi had been swallowed by flame and slaughter. The legacy of the Jedi, once again, reduced to mere splinters.
The very moment Ren caught wind of the massacre on Ossus, the Knights were mobilised. Together, they journeyed to some lacklustre planet in the outer rim; a meeting place, its location revealed through an esoteric transmission from Snoke himself. There, a weary and possibly unstable Ben Solo would make his debut as an official outcast, soon to be taken under the wing of the Knights of Ren.
Amaris was ultimately chosen to be the one to wait at the meeting point. She was younger than her brothers, yet exhibited great skill in stealth. The shadow could be her sanctuary, if she was careful; plus, she was only a few years older than Ben, and perhaps he might be persuaded to trust her without as much difficulty.
Alone, she set out, cautiously advancing to the discussed coordinates. A ravine. Like a deep scar in a canyon of stone and sand. Lifeless, and full of places to stay concealed. Perfect for purpose.
Before long, just as the light of sun had started to disappear over one side of the planet, Amaris sensed movement. Rocks shifting under boots. Not only that, but something tugged at her gut, like a distant strumming on the vast web of the Force. It was him, surely.
Oh yes. Him. Ben Solo. Looking dishevelled and disturbed. He called out to the deceivingly empty chasm.
“No need for hostility.” Amaris spoke, her voice bouncing between cold stone walls. “We aren’t enemies.”
The Knight had found an ideal hiding spot. A cavity in the side of the ravine. She remained there, for now, watching Ben from the shadows, making sure to be absolutely sure of his intentions before revealing herself.
@knightxren
We're not enemies.
Ben shifted. Finding a direction to face and replying. His voice getting swallowed by the cracks and rocks. Only to get bounced back at him.
"We're far from friends."
Ben scan the area. His mind mapping out an exit, just in case. Scanning every hole and ledge that might hide some blaster or well place canon. Luke's training so well ingrain into him.
Ben picked a direction and moved. He kept moving, albeit slow. Always checking over his shoulder. Caculating his next step carefully.
"I remember you." Ben's hand flexed on the handle of his Lightsaber. She would have stood out being the only woman among them. At least when she spoke.
"Mas-" He censored himself on refering to his Uncle in the old ways, "You cornered Luke Skywalker. For the second time. You tried to kill him."
Ben didn't feel the need to dwell on Luke anymore. Wondering if it was he who finally killed him.
"Snoke sent me."
I remember you.
Hiding her own feminine features, like her voice, had proved to be borderline impossible since being initiated into the Knights of Ren. Even a voice modifier could only do so much to keep select parts of her identity hidden. Alas, it hardly mattered now. If her task was to gain enough trust to escort Ben Solo to her brethren, she need not hide. In fact, she’d turned up to the meeting point maskless anyway, hoping to minimise the threat she may pose.
“Yes.” She spoke again, blunt tone resonating inside the tucked-away crevice she’d claimed as a hiding spot. “I was there. Your memory serves you well.”
Amaris began to shift position, attempting to peek some of her head into the open ravine. That way, she could get a good look at her counterpart, and assess his position. She needed to be sure that he wouldn’t attack, so thorough evaluation was necessary.
“He did, and it’s my task to guide you to my master-” A pause. “-he’s expecting you.”
With the utmost caution, the woman shuffled right to the edge of her shadowy perch, gloved hands clasped to any rock that might give her some stability. She revealed only her head into the light, her appraising gaze locked to the man below.
“However-” Another pause, the Knight’s head tilting to one side. “I doubt your trust in me, and I’d rather leave this canyon with my limbs intact.”
@knightxren
"Master, your master is Rin. Right?" Ben recalled that one. The one with the simple but effective mask. And a torso like a prized fighter.
Still Ben couldn't find this Knight.
She was good. Really good in keeping her tracks hidden. Ben would need to use other means. He shuts his eyes. Raising a hand, palm down but fingers bents. Trying to feel that faint pulse. Her force signature. His torso twists towards the pull.
"I've seen what you're capable of. I'd be a fool not to think this isn't a test."
In the shadow behind his eyelids he could make out her figure. Crouched and above him, half hidden.
Ben opened his eyes and with drew and lit his lightsaber. Holding it up before him. Not excatly pose towards her. But ready for an attack.
His body jerked. He hadn't lit his weapon since that night. The feeling of bodies folding under his blade came back to him. As did the smell of their blood.
Ben ignored it and looked at her. Really looked at her.
"Is this a test? Or a trap?" Ben said,
“Yes.” Amaris affirmed. “He calls himself Ren, but that is not his name. He can explain that to you himself, if we ever get out of this ravine.” She added, jabbing a hint of humour into their situation.
The woman knew it wouldn’t take long for Ben to figure out where she was hiding. The Force was his ally, even after abandoning his future as a Jedi. It flowed through him so fiercely. Amaris could sense it. He was reaching out, trying to see what his eyes could not.
The Knights of Ren, although Force sensitive in nature, were mostly untrained. Their abilities had no balance. Little control. Some of them could produce specific abilities, especially during combat, but none of it compared to a student of the Jedi.
At last, their eyes met, and Amaris remained perfectly still, as if she was carved of the same stone she’d found refuge in. The bright light pouring from his ignited blade coated the walls in colour, revealing even more of the Knight’s hiding place.
“No tests.” She said, trying to make her tone sound somewhat reassuring. “You will face trials if you join us, but not yet, and certainly not under my judgement.”
Slowly, with vigilance, Amaris abandoned her refuge. She carefully slid down the side of the ravine wall, bundles of stones and dust coming loose under her boots. Once firmly on flat ground, right in front of Ben, she halted, holding out open palms toward him as an act of amity.
“I won’t raise my weapon to you.” She declared. “Not unless you give me reason to.”
@knightxren
Ben eye'd the woman. Taking in not just her uniform, a mash of armor painted over in black, but also her signature in the force. Finding it strange. If not alluring in a way a deadly planet was. She was nothing like her other dark companions. Nor like any one who had enter Luke's temple.
For the moment Ben ignored that tug at his navel. Lowering his saber. But not turning it off.
"Then take me to the others." Ben said, keeping his distance from her but following no less.
Dispite needing to keep his focus he broke the silence, "You are Force sensative."
It was a question he wanted to ask when he first ran into the Knights.
"Are you Sith?" Half wanting to ask if she alone was a Sith. For some reason more drawn to her. More curious then anything else.
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@ofthestcrs
There was a sense of impending doom. One that Ben could not shake. It seep into everything. Blurring the edge of his vision. It shorten his temper with those around him. Push his hand to do something foolish and rash. It tasted metallic in his mouth filled with contempt. You know the truth, my boy.
Ben looked to his meditation to clear it. Only finding his thoughts a jumble of things. His regrets on his last missions, his arguements with Luke and above all her.
Rey started to haunt his dreams. A dream that never seem to end. Only extending in his next fitful sleep. It shook him violently from his sleep, dripping in sweat.
Help me, he called out into the void. The void awnsering back.
You know what to do.
Do what? Ben buried his face into his hands, defeated.
You know. You already know what you're going to do.
Ben left his hut needing to do something, anything. The rain finally was cleared up. He could hear the Younglings training in the distance. The wild life sang on the wind. Gathering their food before the rain would return and chase them back inside.
A lone signal cut through space. Like a thin cord tugging at Ben's navel. Moving his feet up the slippery slopes and towards her. Rey. "I didn't see you when I returned." His fist unclenched itself.
@silver-scribbles
His robes still smelled like smoke. There was traces of ash in his hair, and in his boots he felt the grime of pebbles and crumble walls. Ben's crime was still left all over his body when he step off his Starship.
Having landed in a small settlement on a outer rim world. Following the directions Snoke had sent him. Landing in an empty lot of a busy market place. Already filled with farmer, craftsmen and villagers looking up at the stranger. Pausing to glance over his robes.
Ben paused at the end of the ramp. Glancing around, waiting. Expecting the alarm to go off. Of someone, anyone to recognize his face.
Surely, Ben thought, the call would have gone out. His face plastered on Wanted posters. Someone must have already found Luke and his temple in ruins. That the bodies would have been counted and Ben not being amonge them.
No.
Ben shut his eyes. Blocking off that train of thought.
He pulled his hood over his head. Keeping his eyes down. Avoiding the gaze of others. His mind back on his mission.
Following Snoke's words he headed out of town. Towards a canyon. Leading down narrow paths filled with shadows. Here where Ben can sense a ripple through the force. The Knight's of Ren, or one of their members were near.
One hand kept close to his hidden lightsaber, just in case. Every little noise or shadow had Ben stopping in his tracks. Glancing upwards and around him. Poses and ready for danger.
"I know you're here." Ben finally said outloud. "He told me where to find you."
It’s only a matter of time.
That’s what Ren had said. That boy. Ben Solo. A fissured dam, holding in a reservoir of untamed emotion, begging to collapse. Apparently, as new rumours emerged, Luke Skywalker’s school for a new age of Jedi had been swallowed by flame and slaughter. The legacy of the Jedi, once again, reduced to mere splinters.
The very moment Ren caught wind of the massacre on Ossus, the Knights were mobilised. Together, they journeyed to some lacklustre planet in the outer rim; a meeting place, its location revealed through an esoteric transmission from Snoke himself. There, a weary and possibly unstable Ben Solo would make his debut as an official outcast, soon to be taken under the wing of the Knights of Ren.
Amaris was ultimately chosen to be the one to wait at the meeting point. She was younger than her brothers, yet exhibited great skill in stealth. The shadow could be her sanctuary, if she was careful; plus, she was only a few years older than Ben, and perhaps he might be persuaded to trust her without as much difficulty.
Alone, she set out, cautiously advancing to the discussed coordinates. A ravine. Like a deep scar in a canyon of stone and sand. Lifeless, and full of places to stay concealed. Perfect for purpose.
Before long, just as the light of sun had started to disappear over one side of the planet, Amaris sensed movement. Rocks shifting under boots. Not only that, but something tugged at her gut, like a distant strumming on the vast web of the Force. It was him, surely.
Oh yes. Him. Ben Solo. Looking dishevelled and disturbed. He called out to the deceivingly empty chasm.
“No need for hostility.” Amaris spoke, her voice bouncing between cold stone walls. “We aren’t enemies.”
The Knight had found an ideal hiding spot. A cavity in the side of the ravine. She remained there, for now, watching Ben from the shadows, making sure to be absolutely sure of his intentions before revealing herself.
@knightxren
We're not enemies.
Ben shifted. Finding a direction to face and replying. His voice getting swallowed by the cracks and rocks. Only to get bounced back at him.
"We're far from friends."
Ben scan the area. His mind mapping out an exit, just in case. Scanning every hole and ledge that might hide some blaster or well place canon. Luke's training so well ingrain into him.
Ben picked a direction and moved. He kept moving, albeit slow. Always checking over his shoulder. Caculating his next step carefully.
"I remember you." Ben's hand flexed on the handle of his Lightsaber. She would have stood out being the only woman among them. At least when she spoke.
"Mas-" He censored himself on refering to his Uncle in the old ways, "You cornered Luke Skywalker. For the second time. You tried to kill him."
Ben didn't feel the need to dwell on Luke anymore. Wondering if it was he who finally killed him.
"Snoke sent me."
I remember you.
Hiding her own feminine features, like her voice, had proved to be borderline impossible since being initiated into the Knights of Ren. Even a voice modifier could only do so much to keep select parts of her identity hidden. Alas, it hardly mattered now. If her task was to gain enough trust to escort Ben Solo to her brethren, she need not hide. In fact, she’d turned up to the meeting point maskless anyway, hoping to minimise the threat she may pose.
“Yes.” She spoke again, blunt tone resonating inside the tucked-away crevice she’d claimed as a hiding spot. “I was there. Your memory serves you well.”
Amaris began to shift position, attempting to peek some of her head into the open ravine. That way, she could get a good look at her counterpart, and assess his position. She needed to be sure that he wouldn’t attack, so thorough evaluation was necessary.
“He did, and it’s my task to guide you to my master-” A pause. “-he’s expecting you.”
With the utmost caution, the woman shuffled right to the edge of her shadowy perch, gloved hands clasped to any rock that might give her some stability. She revealed only her head into the light, her appraising gaze locked to the man below.
“However-” Another pause, the Knight’s head tilting to one side. “I doubt your trust in me, and I’d rather leave this canyon with my limbs intact.”
@knightxren
"Master, your master is Rin. Right?" Ben recalled that one. The one with the simple but effective mask. And a torso like a prized fighter.
Still Ben couldn't find this Knight.
She was good. Really good in keeping her tracks hidden. Ben would need to use other means. He shuts his eyes. Raising a hand, palm down but fingers bents. Trying to feel that faint pulse. Her force signature. His torso twists towards the pull.
"I've seen what you're capable of. I'd be a fool not to think this isn't a test."
In the shadow behind his eyelids he could make out her figure. Crouched and above him, half hidden.
Ben opened his eyes and with drew and lit his lightsaber. Holding it up before him. Not excatly pose towards her. But ready for an attack.
His body jerked. He hadn't lit his weapon since that night. The feeling of bodies folding under his blade came back to him. As did the smell of their blood.
Ben ignored it and looked at her. Really looked at her.
"Is this a test? Or a trap?" Ben said,
@silver-scribbles
His robes still smelled like smoke. There was traces of ash in his hair, and in his boots he felt the grime of pebbles and crumble walls. Ben's crime was still left all over his body when he step off his Starship.
Having landed in a small settlement on a outer rim world. Following the directions Snoke had sent him. Landing in an empty lot of a busy market place. Already filled with farmer, craftsmen and villagers looking up at the stranger. Pausing to glance over his robes.
Ben paused at the end of the ramp. Glancing around, waiting. Expecting the alarm to go off. Of someone, anyone to recognize his face.
Surely, Ben thought, the call would have gone out. His face plastered on Wanted posters. Someone must have already found Luke and his temple in ruins. That the bodies would have been counted and Ben not being amonge them.
No.
Ben shut his eyes. Blocking off that train of thought.
He pulled his hood over his head. Keeping his eyes down. Avoiding the gaze of others. His mind back on his mission.
Following Snoke's words he headed out of town. Towards a canyon. Leading down narrow paths filled with shadows. Here where Ben can sense a ripple through the force. The Knight's of Ren, or one of their members were near.
One hand kept close to his hidden lightsaber, just in case. Every little noise or shadow had Ben stopping in his tracks. Glancing upwards and around him. Poses and ready for danger.
"I know you're here." Ben finally said outloud. "He told me where to find you."
It’s only a matter of time.
That’s what Ren had said. That boy. Ben Solo. A fissured dam, holding in a reservoir of untamed emotion, begging to collapse. Apparently, as new rumours emerged, Luke Skywalker’s school for a new age of Jedi had been swallowed by flame and slaughter. The legacy of the Jedi, once again, reduced to mere splinters.
The very moment Ren caught wind of the massacre on Ossus, the Knights were mobilised. Together, they journeyed to some lacklustre planet in the outer rim; a meeting place, its location revealed through an esoteric transmission from Snoke himself. There, a weary and possibly unstable Ben Solo would make his debut as an official outcast, soon to be taken under the wing of the Knights of Ren.
Amaris was ultimately chosen to be the one to wait at the meeting point. She was younger than her brothers, yet exhibited great skill in stealth. The shadow could be her sanctuary, if she was careful; plus, she was only a few years older than Ben, and perhaps he might be persuaded to trust her without as much difficulty.
Alone, she set out, cautiously advancing to the discussed coordinates. A ravine. Like a deep scar in a canyon of stone and sand. Lifeless, and full of places to stay concealed. Perfect for purpose.
Before long, just as the light of sun had started to disappear over one side of the planet, Amaris sensed movement. Rocks shifting under boots. Not only that, but something tugged at her gut, like a distant strumming on the vast web of the Force. It was him, surely.
Oh yes. Him. Ben Solo. Looking dishevelled and disturbed. He called out to the deceivingly empty chasm.
“No need for hostility.” Amaris spoke, her voice bouncing between cold stone walls. “We aren’t enemies.”
The Knight had found an ideal hiding spot. A cavity in the side of the ravine. She remained there, for now, watching Ben from the shadows, making sure to be absolutely sure of his intentions before revealing herself.
@knightxren
We're not enemies.
Ben shifted. Finding a direction to face and replying. His voice getting swallowed by the cracks and rocks. Only to get bounced back at him.
"We're far from friends."
Ben scan the area. His mind mapping out an exit, just in case. Scanning every hole and ledge that might hide some blaster or well place canon. Luke's training so well ingrain into him.
Ben picked a direction and moved. He kept moving, albeit slow. Always checking over his shoulder. Caculating his next step carefully.
"I remember you." Ben's hand flexed on the handle of his Lightsaber. She would have stood out being the only woman among them. At least when she spoke.
"Mas-" He censored himself on refering to his Uncle in the old ways, "You cornered Luke Skywalker. For the second time. You tried to kill him."
Ben didn't feel the need to dwell on Luke anymore. Wondering if it was he who finally killed him.
"Snoke sent me."
@silver-scribbles
His robes still smelled like smoke. There was traces of ash in his hair, and in his boots he felt the grime of pebbles and crumble walls. Ben's crime was still left all over his body when he step off his Starship.
Having landed in a small settlement on a outer rim world. Following the directions Snoke had sent him. Landing in an empty lot of a busy market place. Already filled with farmer, craftsmen and villagers looking up at the stranger. Pausing to glance over his robes.
Ben paused at the end of the ramp. Glancing around, waiting. Expecting the alarm to go off. Of someone, anyone to recognize his face.
Surely, Ben thought, the call would have gone out. His face plastered on Wanted posters. Someone must have already found Luke and his temple in ruins. That the bodies would have been counted and Ben not being amonge them.
No.
Ben shut his eyes. Blocking off that train of thought.
He pulled his hood over his head. Keeping his eyes down. Avoiding the gaze of others. His mind back on his mission.
Following Snoke's words he headed out of town. Towards a canyon. Leading down narrow paths filled with shadows. Here where Ben can sense a ripple through the force. The Knight's of Ren, or one of their members were near.
One hand kept close to his hidden lightsaber, just in case. Every little noise or shadow had Ben stopping in his tracks. Glancing upwards and around him. Poses and ready for danger.
"I know you're here." Ben finally said outloud. "He told me where to find you."
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//I believe Ben kept to the Jedi code of avoiding attactments. i.e not sleeping around. However- once he left Luke's temple he went a bit crazy. Trying to outrun his past. Drinking- he wasn't too into being out of control. Trying to keep up with the other Knights of Ren. He beds a few who look his way. But finds he isn't really into sex without some emotional connection.
//Heads up I have read the Kylo Ren comic series. Not the Legecy of Vader one, the one before that. While I enjoy it I think I take issue with the deaths at the Jedi Temple. *spoiler alert* I headcanon he did personally killed the other students. While I don't think all of them died- a few might have joined him in leaving- I think he had some grudges with a few of them. So here on out, my Kylo is gonna be the murderer of the students of Luke's.
𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 …
✦ a collection of prompts that can be considered nsfw, with a lot of teasing and tension driven prompts. adjust as needed ; send ‘ + reverse ‘ for sender and receiver to switch spots. Combine prompts by sending more than one.
「 SQUEEZE 」 : for sender to rest their hand on the receivers thigh , giving it a squeeze .
「 LINGER 」 : for senders touch to linger on the receiver.
「 MASSAGE 」 : for sender to give receiver a massage .
「 LOTION 」 : for sender to rub lotion into the receivers skin
「 SLIP 」 : for senders hand to slip between the receivers legs.
「 TUG 」 : for sender to tug on the receivers hair
「CLIMB 」 : for sender to climb into receivers lap
「PULL 」 : for the sender to pull receiver into their lap
「BITE 」 : for sender to bite the receiver ( include the location )
「 MARK 」 : for sender to leave hickies on receiver
「 BARE 」 : for sender to undress in front of receiver
「 HELP 」 : for sender to help receiver undress
「 GRIND 」 : for sender to grind against the receiver
「 HOT 」 : for sender and receiver to share a heated kiss
「 OOPS 」 : for sender to accidentally send receiver a risqué image.
「 CHIME 」 : for sender to purposefully send receiver a risqué image.
「 WHISPER 」 : for sender to whisper something suggestive in receivers ear
「 HOLD 」 : for sender to hold receivers throat
「 THROW 」 : for sender to throw receiver onto the bed
「 PRESS 」 : for sender to press receiver against a wall and kiss them
「 CAUGHT 」 : for sender to catch receiver pleasuring themselves
「 LIGHT 」 : for sender to touch the receiver with a feather light pressure.
「 INNER 」 : for sender to kiss along the inside of receivers thigh
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