#so i feel like. idk even if It sounds selfish i will accept comms of things that seem fun to draw so that I feel like I can deliver

[ryartchus]

do you do commissions? im going insane and would love to see sakuma rei in your style LMAO (same anon as before... </3)

tbh my art motivation is in a weird limbo right now so i dont have comms open but ur always welcome to message ur comm ideas and I might be in an Inspired mood and do it wwww

[these-are-the-first-steps]

idk if this exists but how about some body possession reylo! kylo teasing rey! pointing out all the things she thinks are flaws and having to listen to him say differently!!!!! i know this is dark-mushy but i've had a rough day lmao. hope you're doing splendidly

Ok, so I went with my gut on this one. With also a little bit of influence from Farscape. A little bit of fluff, quite a bit of crack, and a dash of naughty- although not as much as I originally intended but that’s just how it played out, haha. Hope you enjoy!


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Neither was sure when exactly it happened. All both of them knew was one moment they were walking down corridors with familiar walls, and the next? Well….next there was nothing. Followed by decidedly unfamiliar walls.

Rey jolted upright, awake. “Where am—“ she choked on the words as they came out of her mouth, her hand curling around her suddenly thick throat, and as she tried to speak again, nothing but a deep, strangled voice would come out.

“About time you woke up.”

A woman was in her room with her. Her room? The walls were a dark metallic silver interspersed with black. The voice was unfamiliar, her brain insisted. Impossible. Her mind rejected that this voice was speaking to her. And it was no wonder. As she looked up, she saw herself sitting in a chair on the other side of the room.

“I—“, she began, choking once more as the voice that was apparently hers defied all logic as to what it should actually sound like.

“Relax,” the woman said.

Rey huffed at the impertinence. “How is my own self going to tell me to relax??” she forced her voice to squeak out of the low-pitched voice box.

The woman’s eyebrow rolled at the sound and the corner of her mouth twitched. “Well maybe because I’m not you!” she gritted out. Her fingers were like talons as they clawed into the armrests as she pitched forward. She launched herself out of the chair and began to pace.

“Ok,” Rey began, grudgingly acclimating to what she had to work with, “what, exactly, is going on.”

“It’s the Force. It’s got to be,” the woman insisted. Her arms clenched into fists at her sides and Rey just wearily shook her head.

“What is?”

The woman whirled on her. “Don’t you get it yet? It’s me, Rey! The Force has pushed us into each other’s bodies!”

Rey frowned and opened her mouth to speak. “I—“ With a huff, she promptly shut it again.

She looked down with a thought, before looking up at her own self and asking, “Then who are you again?”

Nothing could prepare her seeing her own intended expression of moments ago suddenly on her own face. “You can’t be serious!” the woman declared. “It’s me, Rey! It’s…” there was a nervous pause as her eyes darted along the floor searchingly. “It’s Ben.”

It was said almost forlornly. Rey just rolled her eyes.

“Oh, so it’s Ben today, is it?” she asked, before perhaps over-confidently launching herself to her feet. She underestimated the height of the body she occupied and wobbled dangerously before Ben strided over to steady her.

“Do not,” he insisted, “break anything! Now come here.”

He took her (his) hand and led her over to the full-length mirror in the corner of his room. Rey gasped and Ben just pointed.

“Now do you believe me?” he said, letting his hand fall back down to his side with a bit of a smack, which he then rubbed gingerly in wake of the unintended sting. He looked at her and flinched back a little when she looked back. It was strange, after all, having your own eyes look at you with so much life, and in 3D.

“Ben…” she half whispered in that same, high tone. “What do we do?”

He shook his head stoically. “I don’t know.”

Holding her hand tighter, he looked back at the mirror at them both and sighed. Suddenly he frowned and looked down at where he held her.

“I had no idea your hands were so small.”

“Excuse me?”

He tried to backtrack. “Or maybe mine are just big,” he said pointedly.

“You, Ben Solo,” she enunciated, causing him to flinch to her satisfaction, “are definitely too large for your own good.”

Ben snorted. “You’ve never complained before.”

Rey stared at him scandalized and tried to pull her hand away. “Excuse me, but I—“A ring at the door nearly gave them whiplash as their heads both snapped towards the sound.

“What do we do?” she hissed. She felt like she’d asked that question a lot already today. This was getting out of hand.

Ben gripped the loose fabric of his pants as he grit his teeth, mind whirring.

“Rey,” he began, but he could see she was already starting to lose it.

“Rey!” he hissed again, and gripped her head in his hands- this was really getting weird, “I need you to focus! Focus here!”

Rey looked back at him, looked at him with his own eyes beginning to fill with tears.

“Do you remember the last time we got into a fight? You called me every adjective in the book- haughty, rude, arrogant, selfish, self-centered, spoiled- do you remember that?”

The bell rang again, making her jump, but she closed her eyes and quickly nodded her head. He nodded back.

“Good, because I want you to remember all of that, and I want you to pretend to be me.”

“What?”

“You have to. Think of it….I don’t know, think of it as a sort of revenge. You get to be the me you always accused me of being, and this time you get to prove everyone right. Because I actually will become this person, because you’re going to make it happen. Got it?”

“This is a mess,” she sighed, choking down any emotion that threatened to wallow up. Kylo didn’t get sad like a normal person, after all. He lashed out. He got angry.

But Ben just nodded levelly back at her. “It is. It really is. But we can’t begin to fix this until whoever it is,” he pointed, “on the other side of that door goes away. Are you ready?”

Taking a deep breath, she nodded.

“Ok.”

Letting her go, he moved towards the door until a large hand landed on his shoulder to pull him back. The whole act of being pulled back was a momentary shock for him, but this body was smaller than his. It was easier to push around. That idea came with some feelings he had no choice but to file away for later.

“What are you doing? You can’t answer that! No one can see me here!” she hissed.

Ben sighed and moved to the side. He watched as Rey took a moment to center herself, and for just a moment he could even feel the force, her flavor of the force, gather slightly around her. When she opened her eyes, he realized they were no longer her eyes, but his. She swaggered to the door and slammed down the door release button.

“What,” came his body’s punctuated greeting.

“Sir, I’ve come to deliver these documents and also a message from General Hux. May I step inside?”

The officer nearly pushed his way in, and Ben reflexively retreated more into the shadow of his room until he felt a door at his back. Quietly, he slid it open and stepped behind the dark frosted glass.

“I really don’t think that’s—“ Rey tried to insist, but the man barged in and the door automatically slid shut behind him.

The officer presented the documents to her which she accepted. What would Kylo do now? Toss them to the floor in a fit of rage that this guy would ignore him? Or would he just go with it? She squared her shoulders.

“Officer,” she began. “If it is a message the General wishes to give me, he can send it to me himself in a comms.”

“Sir, I apologize but he insisted it was urgent, and to  make sure you received it said that I should deliver it to you personally. To begin, he wishes to say that—“

“Officer, I don’t mean to….begrudge you your duty to General Hux, but now is really not the best time for—“

Oh no. She was slipping out of character. He was arching his brow suspiciously at her when suddenly a rush of running water came from the fresher, and in a cloud of rather thick steam out stepped the shape of a naked Rey in a thin towel, soaked hair strewn across her face. Mostly obscured by the billowing steam clouds, she seemed to coquettishly turn in her knee and covered her mouth with a hand while clutching at her towel.

“Oh no! Kylo, you didn’t tell me we were expecting visitors!” she said in a gratingly high-pitched voice.

That is not my voice! Rey thought to herself through gritted teeth. She was getting water all over the carpet, too. He really is spoiled.

The officer’s eyes widened tremendously before coughing and clearing his throat as if he were having trouble with the very act of breathing. “Ahh, yes sir, right. It would appear you are preoccupied, so…”

She’d never seen anyone leave a room faster in her life.

Rey curled her lip, which she knew looked particularly menacing on Kylo’s emotive face.

“Well at least I know you don’t have any ladies over. He couldn’t wait to get out.”

Ben scoffed. “That’s none of my- your- business!”

When Rey turned for a rejoinder, she was stopped in her tracks at the sight of herself bare naked save for a thin, First Order black standard-issue towel.

“You took off my clothes? All of them?!” she screeched.

Ben rolled his eyes. “Calm down. It worked, didn’t it?”

Rey gaped. “I— But—“

Ben carefully tucked the tail of the towel down and sat on his bed, looking around at his room.

Rey was at a loss, until suddenly she bounded into the fresher, nearly banging her head on the top of the door way as she went in, and came back with an armful of her clothes.

“Alright, stand up! Right now! And close your eyes. These are going back on.”

“Why? I’ve already seen everything.”

Ben didn’t know his face could turn that shade of red.

“It doesn’t matter!” she squeaked. “Because no you haven’t! And you don’t need to see anymore, because…because…!”

Ben frowned. “Because what?”

She swallowed hard. “Just stand up, alright?”

“No. Not until you tell me.”

He was being disgustingly calm while she was nearly at the point of breaking.

“Because….I’ve seen many of those holos, since leaving Jakku. I know I’m not the ‘ideal’ or whatever. But I like myself the way I am and it’s nobody else’s business to see, now come here!”

He easily dodged her reach, unused as she still was to the dimensions of his frame. Meanwhile he was beginning to like the agility and compactness of Rey’s smaller form.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said, “Sure your chest isn’t the size of Ilithor’s twin moons, but—“

She lunged for him, and he dodged further up the bed with a laugh, causing the corner of the towel to come loose.

“I’m joking! Rey, look…”

He rolled free of it, and feeling the air on Rey’s warm flesh and pebbled nipples even made him fight back a blush. He looked up at her as she stared down at herself, the reaction on her face torn between shame and embarrassment.

Her hair, which had grown longer since they knew each other, spread about her head like a halo as he raised her hand towards her.

“Rey…..I am the leader of the biggest force this galaxy has seen since the days of the old republic. If I wanted a woman who looked like she stepped out of a holo, I could have one,” suddenly he snapped his fingers, “like that.”

She stared at him wide-eyed. He dropped his hand to his side.

“When I first woke up like this, all I could do was stare. Stare at myself- your face- in the mirror and marvel. Was this what it was like to be you? To look like you? Feel like you?”

He swallowed hard.

“There have been times, sometimes, where the Force was especially cruel,” he continued with a wry smile. “I would find myself in your room during your night, and you’d be fast asleep. And I couldn’t leave, so I’d just…I’d just stare at your face. Watch you sleep. I learned every curve, every…every freckle. And then one night I realized I love your face. So when this happened and I…I saw myself lying on the floor unconscious, I looked at my face….and I saw you…you…you were there. Even without…without all this,” he said, motioning to her own face, “I could still see by your expression and the curve of your mouth…..that it was you in there. And we’d be having to deal with this.”

Rey looked on in silent shock, unmoving from the side of the bed.

“And while I realize that this, truly, is an insane situation….do not mock yourself. At least not in front of me. Because I won’t listen to it.”

For the third time that day, Rey was on the verge of tears. She wasn’t a crier. What was happening to her?

She sniffed back a sob. “Even if I don’t have an ass like that one holo star?”

“Are you kidding?” he asked archly, and, knowing he was probably signing his death warrant later, he gamely, and forcing a massive smirk to spread across Rey’s face, ran hands down the body he occupied, caressing here and there as he went, before turning slightly to lick his hand and then slap her bottom with a sting and digging his fingers in for a handful. “This is way better,” he concluded.

Rey stared at him scandalized, the emotion warring with grudging intrigue and also the absurdity of the entire situation, still watching his other hand roam across her body.

“Oh,” he said suddenly, “It ah…seems you agree with me. Or I agree with me. Hard to tell.”

“Wha..?” she said in a daze before looking down and seeing Ben’s body at half mast.

“…..Maker, this is not ok!” she insisted, trying to cover it up with her hands and failing as every time she brushed against it it seemed to make it grow more.

Ben giggled, veritably giggled, and Rey just growled.

“We need to change things back, now!”

“Agreed. But how do you propose?” he asked, giving his hands a break. A large, red looming hand print shone on her bottom. Rey grit her teeth.

“I don’t know, but—“

Black.

A loud clunk, like soft meat hitting the floor.

When Rey opened her eyes again, she found herself shining and naked on Ben’s bed, and a dull throbbing along her backside. Her head was killing her.

“…Ben?” she mumbled. Groping her way to the side of the bed, she looked over to see him sprawled on the floor. “Ben!”

Ignoring her head, she scrambled down and nearly sat on his chest as she straddled him, trying to pull his head towards her to gently smack him awake.

“Hey! Wake up! Are you alright?”

Finally, a flutter of eyelids and a slight jot, and he was back.

“I….you’re you again,” he began groggily.

She smiled down at him. “Yes. I’m me. And you’re you.”

He raised his brows. “Am I? Too bad.”

Rey laughed and smacked him in the chest. As she made to stand to her feet to get off him, two strong hands grabbed her by her naked waist and yanked her back, pulling her still damp form against him until the both of them rolled and he was hovering on top of her, arms caging either side of her head.

“You should be wet and naked in my room more often.”

Done with being indignant, she merely arched a brow at him. “Why? So you can smack my ass some more? Yo—“ she shifted as he lowered himself (still clothed) between her legs and she hissed slightly at the dull throb she found there as he brushed against her.

“Why….why does that feel funny?”

“What does?”

Rey pushed her hand between them to investigate, and when she did, she stared at him agape.

“Did you….did you get me off while you were inside me?!”

“Isn’t that what I normally do when I’m inside you?”

“BEN!”

He snickered. “I’m afraid I’m not sure what you’re talking about then.”

She sneered (something she seemed to have gotten better at in the past few hours) and pushed hotly at his chest. “Did you, or did you not, have your hands down there while the Force had our minds switched??”

Well, at least he had the decency to look a little ashamed about it.

“I…..possibly.”

“OH, I cannot believe— wait a second! Yes! Yes I can!” she said, incredibly annoyed, as she tried to push away from him, but he was making it very difficult to escape as he loomed closer and closer until his face was buried in her neck and his hand was soothing that spot that still had his handprint on it and she sighed.

“Forgive me….I couldn’t resist, and really….consider it research.”

His lips were feather-light along the column of her neck and she gave a small smile she knew he couldn’t see despite herself.

“Research?” she asked, trying very hard not to sound especially interested.

“Mhmm,” he returned, and as his hand sunk lower, his fingers found a particularly sensitive spot causing her to arch hard into him with an incoherent moan.

He huffed a self-satisfied smile against her cheek before she turned her head to look him in the eye. She wasn’t happy about this. Not at all. But maybe…maybe he could change her mind.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured against her lips, and very, very gently, they kissed.

I know.