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Kinktober 2022 -1- No Touching

John’s hands appeared in front of Sherlock’s face, reached down and one grabbed the book from his hands, laid it aside without marking his page.

“John.”

“No talking.” Stern, hoarse, and low, John’s voice just beside his ear, the wind of his breath gently rustling the tips of Sherlock’s hair. Sherlock hummed--some amusement, some arousal--and closed his eyes, bowed his head, inviting John to the back of his bent neck.

John’s teeth pressing the top edge of his ear. “No talking, just listen, I’m going to make you ready because I want you.”

Sherlock catches his lower lip between his teeth, needs the extra space to breathe--already, just from the commanding voice, the desire in it, intolerant of Sherlock’s potential denial.

“Open your trousers, I want to see what gets you hard.” Sherlock wants to reply, you, but has been admonished. He does as he’s told, sliding the hook free from the bar, slipping down the zip. Shifts his hips forward, slumping, and John’s hands rest firm on his shoulders, and he hums beside Sherlock’s other ear, the blur of his face just visible in Sherlock’s peripheral vision. He turns his head, reaches up to catch the back of John’s neck, to pull him close for a kiss or a bite or a moan into his open mouth.

His hand is swatted away with a resounding smack, and stings. “No touching.”

A thrill of imminent torment jags through him, heating the skin of his chest, making him gasp. John’s hands are firm around his wrists as he pins them to the chair-arms. “Like this,” he commands, and Sherlock nods, head light as his blood rushes away from his brain.

John’s lips brushing his ear, temple, the side of his face as he streams a torrent of I’ve been wanting you all day, couldn’t wait to get back to you because I want to feel your hot mouth around my cock, yes, and that tongue of yours, slithering, so that Sherlock’s prick tingles and warms, and his mouth is dry, so he wets it.

Sherlock grips hard, wanting to touch--John, himself--but just digs in his fingertips. Sucks a gasp that elicits John’s approving hum in return. Then he’s back at it, now in the other ear, Look how pink your prick is getting, just listening while I tell you I want you on your knees, want your pretty fingers in my arsehole while I hold you by the hair and fuck your pretty mouth. The open zip of his trousers is an itchy-cool irritant against the base of his thickening cock.

Love to see your tears coming, hear you choke, hear you trying not to choke--yes, darling, look how hard you are; you’re dying to lick your fingers and wrap them around your prick, aren’t you?

Sherlock whimpers and his forearms shake with the exertion of keeping his hands still and steady. His knuckles ache from clenching. The leather creaks. He does want to wet his palm. He does want to clutch and stroke, not gently, he’s aching.

When I come in your mouth, you like that, don’t you?, filling you up, hot, and you gag before you swallow and it’s gorgeous. John moans elaborately, scrapes the edges of his teeth against the back of Sherlock’s neck, wrenching to bite him like a wolf with a pup. Sherlock wants to beg, for mercy, for relief, for John to stop and never to stop. On the razor’s edge of failure to comply, Sherlock is granted the relief of more hot muttering, low and violent beside his ear.

I like to see the spit shining on your chin, mixed with my cum, and your fat lips all dark and wet, and my god look how you’re running with wanting me, your trousers will be ruined.

Sherlock’s right hand comes free, hovers for a half-instant in the air--John growls--then slaps down on his own thigh, and he twists the fabric up in his fist, gritting his teeth, whining in a way that stings him with delicious shame. His cock is hot, throbby, and his hips roll and jerk.

That’s it, darling, John murmurs, and glances the tip of his tongue along the sensitive lower edge of Sherlock’s ear lobe. You’ve listened so well. A self-satisfied sound from John which sets off a clang of alarm in Sherlock’s already rattling, blood-rushing brain. He grips both of Sherlock’s shoulders soundly, gives them a shoring-up sort of shake.

“We’ll give it some time,” he says decisively, releases Sherlock and backs away. Walking away, he mutters a final, low scold.

“No touching.”

#Kinktober 2022 #No Touching #Johnlock

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BITCH PICTURE THIS.

Young Jedi Benji baby and you, always sneaking off and hiding your relationship. There’s sexual tension every time you sneak away to smooch. Any hidden place, sneaking into each other’s rooms after dark. Just think - HEAVY PETTING.

Do with this information what you will👀

did i write this to set up for a commander-ren canonverse fic?

yes.

do i have time to add another fic to my agenda?

no.

am i going to do it anyway?

yes.

enjoy :)

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High Chosen

jedi Ben Solo x jedi Female Reader

kylo ren x female reader

some music for the mood: https://youtu.be/pbyC8wYyoBs

—

There are moments.

Moments, where everything is at peace. When you can sit down and breathe for the very first time, and clear every thought inside your brain. As it bounced around your skull, not punishing it for being there.

Just acknowledging and moving along.

Master Luke loves these moments.

Sends you to different areas of the island, to soak up the sun, breathe in the sea air. Listen to a porg chirp at its family, where you can feel the universe become whole.

There is no darkness, no voices, no threats or danger, there is only you.

He tells you about it every morning when you rise with the sun and join on the morning hike. Bracing yourself against the harsh elements of the world around you, unable to ask for help. Jedis are not supposed to need it-no attachments-be free from the bonds of humanity.

But when you sit, on your slab of rock, smoothed from months of perching upon it. You don’t feel the connection with nature or hear the songs of birds or the cries of people who need your help.

You see a single image, a bright light. The sun, eclipsed by a shadow, standing tall, carved out by ages before it. Knowing of the heritage on its broad shoulders, every day it gets closer and closer until you can see its fingertips almost touch…

“That’ll be all for today, young padawans,” Master luke’s voice breaks the connection, sending a sharp pain to throb at the base of your skull. Only soothed by the touch of another-forbidden.

You slowly stand, brushing off the dust that accumulated while you were meditating. Seeing the others groaning, a few laughing how their backs hurt from sitting so straight.

Years ago, you would’ve agreed, the rigidness of the body has to be as dedicated as the mind. When you aren’t committed, nothing will change.

But that was before.

Before him.

“Join me.”

“Please.”

—— 3 years ago ——-

“Ben!”

You squealed from the shores, ripping off your outer layers so you could run into the ocean. Giggling as the winds whipped your hair away from your face, freezing from head to toe as you stepped into the sharp sea.

There was nothing like it, every Sunday you would run down the edge of the island. Almost falling on your face down the cliff, plummet to your doom. But you’d catch yourself, on something each time. Brought to you by your noble friend, caretaker, Ben.

He had explained to you a thousand times before how you should be careful. Not run away from the group, even if it was the jedis rest day, you had to wake up!

You squealed from the waves, arms flailing in the salty air at the beach where Ben stood. Arms crossed and a scowl on his face, there were days where it would fade.

Maybe even a dimple of a smile would appear, watching the waves crash over you before rushing to the shoreline. Desperate to catch your breath before staring at the sun rising, “Brisk today, isn’t it?”

And Ben would always nod, and say, “Just like before.”

But this morning he changed the routine, stripping on the beach, down to his tunic, you stared with wide eyes as the wraps on his forearms were bared to you and all the gods above.

You’d never seen him without layers of beige you all were forced to wear, unable to see the pale flesh that lived beneath. Littered with constellations of freckles and moles, you stood solid against the current whipping around your shoulders.

Feeling the force thrum through the air as he approached. Ben's jaw was clenched tight, glaring at the sky as you would usually.

“Why do you do this!?”

You stared at his throat bob as he hissed out pained breath after breath, no longer feeling the chill nip of the wintery waves but a warmth in your cheeks.

Spreading down your chest, and deep into your soul.

Your voice was small, barely a whisper over the ocean who demanded to be heard.

“It reminds me that I’m alive.“

———

Every week, Ben joins you in the waves.

Shows you new tricks, recently he’s been throwing balls of water at the back of your head. When you whine about not wanting to get your face wet, the showers were sparse and the ocean wasn’t as cleansing as one would imagine.

You were hiding behind a large boulder, waiting in the waves for Ben to rush out and find you. Mind focused on creating a wave to finally knock him over so you could win your little game, be on top for once!

Ben was silent, slowly moving. You could practically see it, the water lapping across his abdomen. Turning red from the piercing cold of the waves-but he never shivered. Or complained after the first time, so neither did you, instead engulfed by his presence.

You scrunched into yourself more, seeing his hand reach out past the boulder.

Reaching towards the dark gray abyss of clouds that Master Luke had warned was coming. To hide in your huts until it was safe, there was no changing mother nature's course.

You watch carefully, feeling the force flow through his legs. Grounded at the bottom and up towards his finger tips. Crackling with life, how you wished you were as strong as him.

But no one would surpass Ben-he was born to be great.

You wanted to reach out, maybe feel some of the power he exuded when suddenly the sky cracked. Ben's hand shot towards you in a rush of rain and waves over taking your feeble form.

You were sure you blacked out, only seeing the same image over and over again.

A cold layer of snow, blanketing something dark and red, gasping in sharp breaths while the liquid stained whoever’s soul was laid to waste there…

“We have to hurry,” Ben's voice cut through your fogged psyche. He fumbled with your clothes, trying and failing to wrap you in your lavender robes before giving up and hauling you in his arms.

You stared out at the sea, watching the swirling vortex of rain contort into a face. Riddled with scars and screaming for whoever could hear.

And the sharp pain was back, as Ben kicked through the small door of your hut.

Laying you down on your cot, you finally focused on him. His face scrunched in fear, scared, blinking wildly while he tried to brush the bits of sand and sea that stuck.

You tried to speak, overcome with the emotion of seeing him. Needing him-after so long of being friends you felt something different. That you couldn’t ever be without, and you lunged.

Wet hands clasping onto his shivering jaw, succumbing to the most human of urges as your lips met.

Ben froze.

You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to see him reject you, claiming that the jedi are not allowed this mortal feeling. They are above it-you couldn’t let it sway you to the darkness inside.

But instead of the lecture you were sure to hear, he melted.

A soft moan slipping through his lips as they pressed hungrily to your own. You pushed your fingers through his sandy hair, creating two knots to grab onto while your tongues licked for entrance.

He tasted divine, like pure sin and absolution mixed into one. You felt truly at peace, scratching your nails against his scalp until he collapsed on top of you.

Two bodies shivering from the cold, Ben leaned on his forearm, looking into your eyes for a brief moment before kissing you once again.

You pressed your chest into his, nipples tightening through the damp fabric that separates you. His muscles tightening under the light scrape, you gasped into his mouth, “Oh, please.”

The words barely tumbled out before you realized, a whine falling as he pulled away. Hands clasped to his own face as he stared into the lamp by your bedside.

“No-no-no-no!”

You watched him pace the room, talking to himself in low tones. Almost wrestling with a demon, you could feel the air charge around you, as deadly as the storm outside as it raged on inside you both. You rushed to him, without thinking you grabbed his arms.

“It’s okay! Ben,” you gasped before you were zapped with a sharp pain. Cowering against the sidewall of your hut, cradling your hands to your chest.

Ben blinked for a moment, both of you registering what he had done.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, shaking his hands to rid them of the poison that flowed, you watched him re approach your bedside. Leaned on his palms, “I didn’t-I didn’t mean to. It's just-we aren’t supposed to.”

“I know,” you squeaked, trembling as you watched his pointer finger move to touch the tips of your shaking feet. The sharp pain lighter now, like a soft ember glowing in a fire.

You looked down together, seeing his large palm engulf your ankle. Tugging you from the dark corner and flat on your back, Ben swallowed, “I should go, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Leaving you, with only a chaste kiss on the lips that tingle throughout the storm.

——-

You thought about that moment over and over, turning it in your mind while you tried to sleep.

Days went by, and no change in your routine, it was like it never happened to him. Still brooding and silent during your hikes across the mountains, through the dark waves of the island. In meditation sessions, you watched him floating above everyone else, unable to take your eyes off his scrunched face.

But something was different, you could feel it.

A string tied the two of you together, from the place where your chests had lightly touched, you caressed your sternum at night. Under the dim glow of the fire, you pressed into the contusion of skin and bone and took a deep breath.

Seeing it again, that scene in the forest.

Snowflakes cascading down, hitting your frostbitten face. You hummed as you felt it melt on your skin, blinking awake to the sight of a body laying on the ground. Shivering, hulking, a mass of muscle shrouded by darkness.

A trail led your footsteps towards the beast, breathing rasping against the fallen snow.

You reached out, feeling the force flow through the bond. Eternally tethered now to this thing.

Kylo?

Your voice whispered the word, rolled it along your tongue. Oh-yes, it tasted decadent, just like Ben's fleeting kisses. You licked your lips, moaning a little as you approached the being once more, the pain in your chest rising and rising until you were in front of it.

You could almost see its face…

“What are you doing?”

Ben's words ripped you from your vision, shooting off your cot gasping for air. Like you were pulled from the dark waters at the shores of your hut. You clutched your chest, trying to keep your modesty, you’d been laying in the nude.

Caressing your chest by yourself wasn’t something he needed to witness, draping your tunic from your waist over your heaving breasts.

“What?”

He moved into the dim light, the door to your hut closed behind him. Shrugging as he sat down on your cot, creaking under his weight, “What were you doing? I could hear you mumbling something?”

Confusion painted your brow, how could he have heard you? His hut was the farthest away from yours, unless he was… “Were you spying on me, Ben?”

His cheeks flushed, jackpot.

“You were!”

You squealed, leaning into his side playfully to jostle him from another mood.

“I wasn’t-I just heard you and it seemed like you were in pain.”

“I’m okay,” you whispered, rubbing the spot on your chest that soothed with his touch. You nuzzled your cheek into his rough shoulder. Fabric scraping only a little, it felt good to touch him again.

Ben's cheek fell to the top of your head, a heavy sigh followed before he placed a tentative hand on your back. Bareskin under his thumb, slipping it a few times under the top hem, so soft and smooth.

“I’m worried about us.”

You stiffened, mind beginning to race, “Did you-you didn’t tell Luke about our…kiss?”

His exhale took much too long, you shifted. Ready to hear his lecture, or for your mentor to burst through the door and rip you away from Ben. To never see the man next to you again, you weren’t worthy… not of a jedi or even be a jedi yourself.

What if you were taken away? Would the pain worsen? Would the bond sever? Would you never feel this way again, only to be in deep pain through the end of days?

“I feel it too,” Ben whispered, slipping his hand to one of your own. Unclutching it from your dressing, he brought it to his chest, “Right here.” Tapping against the sternum with your fingers folded together between his own.

“What does it mean?”

He kept your fingers between his own, letting the hands sag like his shoulders. You studied his profile, blinking slowly while he stared off at the powdery ground of your hut. Your swallow loud enough for your collective ears to pop, you were about to speak when his voice caught you off guard.

“It can’t be good.”

It was like he was speaking to himself, shaking his head before looking back at your face. You blinked with him, eyes snapping towards his rosy lips, and suddenly he was on top of you. Pressing your mouths together in a desperate passion that caught you off guard, arms slung around his neck while his tongue quested inside you.

Tangling in a duel, you moaned into him. Relaxing under the pressure as more of him joined your limbs on the cot, pressing your bodies together. Ben's hands came to rest on your cheeks, moving down to wrap dangerously around your throat.

Snapping tight around the column, you felt the shaking and sweating from his palms mixing with your slickening skin. Tight-you gasped for breath, kiss bitten lips stringing together with some saliva that snapped onto your chins. You glanced down, your tunic pulled enough to expose your naked skin.

Stiff peaks rubbing against the stringy fabric of his own, Ben looked down. Keeping his hands around your throat, he cleared his, “Oh.”

“Ben,” you whispered, hands coming up to paw at his shoulders.

Unknown if they were to help him get off you, fix the mistake of your nudity, or to disrobe him.

Ben quickly sat up on his knees, thighs between your spread ones. Hands like lightning towards the sash across his chest, it shrugged forward as he divested himself. Throwing it off to the dusty floor in a poof of air. Naked skin, you'd seen it before at the shoreline, but it was so different…

Bruised.

Your brow furrowed, reaching out to touch the largest, “Ben, where-how did you get these?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

His hands landed on your shoulders, thumbs rubbing the skin once, twice, three times before moving to join at your sternum.

Pressing at the center, “I feel you, right here.”

You nodded, sliding your palms up the length of his arms until you mirrored his movements. Tapping the bone under your fingertips, “It usually aches.”

“But does it now?”

“No.”

A deep breath.

“Never when I’m with you.”

Ben smirked a little, barely a movement of his lips before he moved his palms to touch the bounty of your body. Holding your breasts delicately, rolling them under his hand. You sighed in pleasure, you’d touched yourself like this in the past, just to know what it would feel like if the moment ever came. To feel the flesh bounce under another's touch-electric.

His thumbs came down over the stiff budding of your nipples, pinching softly.

“Oh.”

Ben nodded, “Do you like that?”

You mirrored his nod, letting your hands fall away from his shoulders and bounce on the bedding around your head. Lifting your chest into his touch while he pet and pinched every inch of your flesh exposed to him until he made his way to where your sheet was wrapped around your hips.

Wiggling his fingertips between the fabric and your bareskin, you glanced towards one another. The question floating around between the both, you felt a strong pull emanate from the center of your chest. Beating harder and harder as he tugged on the fabric until it came loose from your cocoon. “Ben,” you were breathless, watching him as the ache increased. “Ben, we shouldn’t-”

“Doesn’t it hurt?” he asked without looking at you, just pulling the fabric from your center that was opening for his hungry eyes, “We could make each other feel better, like this.”

Your head pounded with the millions of reasons as to why it was a bad idea, forbidden for you to have such a relationship. But your heart, it was beating for every touch he was giving you. Ache soothed by the balmy touch of his palms against your sensitive inner thighs.

Angled for him to touch and play with, you gasped as his fingers found your center. Playing with the skin of your outer lips, his own opened in awe of your form. Your eyes rolled back as he touched more, rubbing his thumbs up and down on the skin as it grew slick and dewy from your core, hot to the touch.

You gasped as his hot breath hit you, snapping down to see his face inches away. Eyes wide and bouncing around his skull while he leaned in, moaning as his hot tongue flicked out for the first taste.

The noise that fell out of your was foreign, not a cry or a sob. But a squeak as he repeated it again and again, Ben buried his nose against your mound, blissfully taking in your essence as more dripped out from your candy center.

Soon you were riding his face, chasing your release as he ground down. Hands roaming your body before him, squeezing and smacking at your breasts in his hold. Grasping at his silky hair between your legs while your thighs shook from the pure pleasure he was rocking you towards.

“Be quiet,” he mumbled into your skin, kissing your innermost thigh with slippery lips, “We can’t be found.”

“No,” you agreed, eyes squeezed shut as you urged him with your hips to continue. You were so close to something big, cresting over the edge of the hill you tried to climb every day with no one by your side. But Ben was taking you there, hand in hand, with his flickering tongue dancing between your folds and smacking inside your entrance.

Fluttering inside you, scooping out the wetness that smeared across his chin. Oh, you cooed just as the snap in your chest seemed to break. The damp between your legs grew as your legs shook again and Ben's hand smacked around your mouth right as you were to let out a blood curdling scream into the dim light of your hut.

Panting against his skin, you watched as he released your core, wiping his mouth against your sheet before pulling away from you. Standing in the center of your room, hands on his hips and chest breathing in deeply.

You laid against your pillow, studying his face flash through a range of emotions before closing his eyes and exhaling through his nose.

“I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Ben,” you reached out towards him, hand trembling as your chest began to ache more and more the further away he stepped. “Its fine-”

“You’re making me feel things that I know I’m not supposed to.”

You stopped, leaning back with your hands in your lap while his eyes met yours. Different, they were different now. Rimmed with tints of gold rather than the usual blackness you could drown in, bright.

“I have to go.”

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The sky is on fire.

Everything around you billows with smoke and ash, falling on your untainted shoulders as you run from the temple.

Screams ringing in your ears, loud enough for you to know you’ll never live another day without remembering the pained cries. You stood in the center of the temple square, or what was left of it as the alarms rang around you.

Staring at the flames that licked every corner of it, your friends were all trapped inside. You couldn’t get to them, forced to watch everything you’d help build burn to the ground before your very eyes.

Your chest ached, oh, it ached as you stumbled over pieces of rubble towards the hills in the distance. You needed to get out of there, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move. Not until you knew, knew that he was safe.

Ben had to be safe-he had to be.

Tears streamed your cheeks as you thought of the immense pain never going away, tethering you and him together. Only to be soothed by the other touch-you had to find him.

Your bare feet stung as you climbed over a fallen pillar, charred from whatever caused the mayhem to ensue. The staircase towards the heart of the temple littered with bodies that you didn’t know were dead or alive, you didn’t stop to check as the smoke became thicker and thicker.

Coating your throat like his hands had before.

“Ben!” you screamed out, met with nothing but the sound of the wind whipping through the skies, the sea raging on behind you.

“Ben! Ben-please!”

You scrambled up the stairs, running now, determined to find him. Throwing rocks and other debris out of the way with the force and your bare hands, every blank stare met with the cold realization that it wasn’t him.

Where?

Where could he be?

You looked around as you made it to the center, flames all around the hall while you coughed and choked on your very last breaths.

This was it, you’d never see him again.

Your eyes grew tired, blinking slowly as the poison made its way into your lungs. A sound echoing around your skull as you took in the last image of your temple, footsteps approached you.

A figure, shrouded in black, darkness coming to meet you firsthand. Devoid of all light as you scanned up the body, until it stopped at their face.

Half covered by an unknown shadow, a gloved hand reached out for you to take.

“Join me, please.”

And as the words rolled off their tongue, you recognized the face of your dear friend.

“Ben?”

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