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Reylo Fic : <the layovers> - by anopendoor
holiday fic for #24daysofreylo on twitter prompt: traveling for the holidays.
30k / Explicit / Angst with a HEA
Ben and Rey connect over a series of years over the holiday travel season in Boise, Idaho.
A story about love and loneliness and figuring out that the good things in life don't always just fall in your lap. Sometimes, you have to fight for them. Rey learns that if she wants to fight for her happiness, she's going to have to be brave.
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I'LL BE HOME FOR LIFE DAY
It's almost Life Day? Do you know where your rogue Galactic Hero is? Ben Solo has been to bad and ruin since the Battle of Exegol. He's begun to long for the Good Old Days, of Life Day celebrations on Kashyyyk. Ben wants to come out of hiding and spend Life Day with Uncle Chewie and the Old Man (if he came out of the carbonite freezing alive). But Ben is afraid to come out of hiding, lest his mother, the Prime Minister of the Second Republic have his butt thrown in jail for several decades. But he can't stop thinking about Rey. And if she'll be there. So even if it it's a trap? He's going to Kashyyyk, anyway.
Complete and Unabridged.
And there will be another Little Ben Lost Happy Ending Everybody Lives Reylo Happy Ending Life Day Crack Fic For this Christmas.
Happy Thanksgiving!
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Scoby's holiday fics
Holiday season is close, so I compiled a series of all my holiday-themed fics, including:
🧘♂️ Just here for the savasana - DinLuke [T], 5.2k words, modern AU
Paz gives Din and Grogu a well-meaning Christmas gift of a parent-baby yoga course, which delivers a fair share of embarrassing moments and possibly another dad for Grogu…
🎁 Join me, Ken - Reylo [T], 2.6k words, modern AU
Little Rey and Rose playing Barbie Reylo
🍆 Gingerbread house - DinLuke [E], 6k words, modern AU with fairytale elements
Din and Luke go at it in an actual gingerbread house, sex pollen infused gingerbread involved
🎅 He's real - Reylo [T], 2.8k words, modern AU
Rey finds an unconventional Santa Claus to bring her kids' presents this Christmas
🎄 Never too much fur - DinLuke [T], 2.9k words, canonverse
Din and Luke spend Life Day with Chewbacca’s family and discover surprising features of Wookie culture
🛢️ CSO meets Oilio - Rey x Matt the Radar Technician [T], 2.2k words, modern AU
How a company pre-Christmas party turns into a transformative experience. Dedicated especially to anyone experiencing climate anxiety
🎉 Not that shy - DinLuke [T], 1.7k words, modern AU
Din keeps bumping into Luke at Boba’s parties and finds it irresistible to flirt with him because Luke is so shy - until one night, after Boba’s New Year’s Eve party, Din finds that Luke is actually anything but shy…
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A Nanny for Christmas - A Reylo Christmas Story
After her promised dream job is given away and her boyfriend dumps her, Rey Johnson is at a loss. In search of direction, she ends up as a nanny for an acerbic millionaire’s twins right before the holidays. When the family goes to a mountain lodge for Christmas, the nanny and the millionaire grow close. Love and holiday magic ensue.
Rated T
Chapter 1
Chapter 8
Christmas morning brings a big surprise.
#reylo#reylo fic#reylo fanfic#reylo fanfiction#reylo au#reylo holiday au#zoawrites#zoaswips#zoasworks
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The Dicklo Cinematic Universe
Part 1 - You, Me, and He
When they say that Kylo's brain is in his groin, they're not far from the truth.
Alternatively,
In which Kylo Ren is his own penis.
Part 2 - It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year - Written with @jeenonamit
Rey convinces Ben--and his sentient penis--to go with her to a Halloween party.
What could go wrong?
(Working title: "Dicklo 2: Electric BOO-galoo")
Part 3 - i've just seen a face (i can't forget the time or place)
She'd never felt so alone in all her life.
And then it happened.
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In which Dicklo meets Clitreyis and your author invites you to join her in hell.
#reylo#reylo fic#reylo fanfic#rffa writers#celia obsessively posts fic she never posted here 2k22#happy thanksgiving today is the dicklo cinematic universe masterpost day#a new holiday#a better holiday#a brighter holiday#the dicklo cinematic universe
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Click below for Chapter 8!!!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/28396371/chapters/110125719
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Chapters: 3/?
Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren/Rey
Chapter Three, incoming!
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STARS THAT SHOW US: THE 2024 REYLO FANFICTION ANTHOLOGY GIFT FIC EXCHANGE SIGN UPS ARE NOW OPEN
Title inspired by June Jordan’s poem “Poem for My Love”
As a special way to enjoy some Reylo fanfiction this Valentine’s Day, the Reylo Fanfiction Anthology is hosting a gift fic exchange on AO3!
As a participant, you will offer to write a story of a minimum of 1000 words for someone’s request. You will also be matched with another writer who’ll write a gift fic for you based on your sign up request.
Sign ups open on Friday, December 8, 2023.
Sign ups will close at midnight EST on Sunday, December 17, 2023.
You will receive your recipient’s request by Wednesday, December 20, 2022.
All fics are due at midnight EST on Saturday, February 3rd, 2023 to give us time for any pinch hit assignments, if necessary.
Fics will be anonymously revealed at 12:01 A.M., February 14th, 2023.
Authors will be revealed on Wednesday February 21st, 2023.
Please note that that this is an exchange hosted on AO3. In order to participate, you must have an Archive of Our Own account. For questions on how to join AO3, or any other questions, please email us at [email protected].
Please indicate at least three prompts for a fic you would like to receive when signing up, as well as anything you do not want in your gift fic. Additionally, we are asking all participants this year to please include their favorite non-Star Wars book and movie in their sign up.
Example:
Prompt 1: Years after Rey and Kylo are married and trying to live happily ever after, a new Sith Lord rises.
Prompt 2: Domestic fluff - Rey and Ben/Kylo celebrate a holiday.
Prompt 3: Explicit hand holding
I love when Rey and Kylo banter and spar, but I don’t like outright fighting where they hurt each other. Fluff is fine! I really like when they kiss and makeup.
I do not want a gift fic with the following: Extreme violence, blood and gore.
My favorite non-SW book is Neverwhere and movie is Labyrinth!
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Aisle 39. Ben's Hardware
5250 words / Ben Solo x Rey
Warnings: I8+ mdni. Sexual tension, dubcon (via uninformed use of force connection but she wants it), dry humping. I 🖤 Dry Humping. Hardware Store AU but more than meets the eye.
A/N: posting my first fic in any fandom since I never posted it on Tumblr aside from the AO3 link and Tumblr is home now 🖤. I'm resisting the urge to improve it 😅 I'm not even gonna reread before posting. It was originally reader insert but @dark-scape translated to reylo. Lmk if you want the reader insert version instead and that can be arranged.
Rey visually undresses him. He inhales through his strong nose, meets her gaze, and cocks an eyebrow: “Now that’s an idea." He sinks all the way back into the cushions, his huge palms on his thighs, as if to take in the moment with a subtle, satisfied smile. He then abruptly sits back up and starts unbuttoning his shirt. As if on command.
Rey drives through the streets of Jakku. It's a chilly day, but bright for mid December. The sun is in her eyes, but the drive isn't long enough to commit to finding her sunglasses. As she turns into a parking lot, she sees the cafe next door is open and realizes it will be the perfect day to grab her favorite nutmeg butternut squash soup with their signature green tea bread if she can make it out of the hardware store before the lunch rush really picks up. This is a rare opportunity because the cafe's hours are aligned to typical office job hours when she’s normally across town.
Rumor has it the hardware store is locally-owned now, and she wonders how much it’s changed. She's taken a vacation day to finish some holiday shopping and errands, and thought of an easy home improvement project last night to spruce up Finn and Poe’s house while she housesits and takes care of their cat Bebe. She wants to fix the dimmer for the light above their kitchen table. The knob has been missing for awhile now, and even when you twist the naked peg, the lights don't dim, so she assumes the bulbs aren’t the right kind. She figures she can fix this with a new plastic knob, a 4-pack of dimmable LED lights, and five minutes of labor. She can finish it off with a little red bow on the new dial. This will be a nice surprise and will also give her an excuse to procrastinate her other errands.
Turns out, not much has changed. She clip-clops through the sliding doors in her warmest boots and still sees orange aprons with names hand-written in sharpie. She immediately locates the light bulbs and spends a few minutes longer than necessary deciding which pack to get. She looks at her phone and sees she has about ten minutes until the lunch rush, so it's time to find the other item she needs, the knob.
She looks up and sees a worker. He's wearing a dark gray jacket over his apron, and what looks like a lighter gray hoodie under it. It isn’t that cold in here, she thinks . She almost leaves him alone, but something on his apron catches her eye. She can't see the name, but barely sees the edge of an expertly doodled death star. Bold choice.
He's got a nice head of dark hair, chin length, tapered around his face, but out of the way enough to see his eyes are brown. He runs his hand through his hair over the top of his crown as though slicking it back, then some of the strands fall back down. His face is a mix of heart and square shaped with a masculine jaw and strong nose. He has the stubble of a mustache and soul patch but no beard.
He has beauty marks, so many. How many? Are they just on his face or all over? He has an enviously clear complexion and looks like he tans easily. He's kind of tall, but not looming, maybe because his head is bowed slightly as he lifts a crate of lightbulb boxes and begins to unpack it. He seems athletic, hard to tell with what he's wearing. He has a youthful vibe but isn't exactly boyish.
He carries himself like he knows more or less what he's doing, but doesn't take the job too seriously. Rey imagines he wouldn't be the best candidate to tell her how to do a project, but he must know the aisles at least. She doesn't like to be a bother, but hopes it's an easy enough question, and he's standing right there. He can tell she’s about to ask him something and looks up. The whites of his eyes are clear and sparkly. Rey wonders if hers would be like that if she blinked more, which leads to her unintentionally fluttering her lashes.
She finally says, close to a whisper, “Can I ask you something?” I asked… if I can ask him something. She groans inwardly.
She isn’t prepared for the gentle baritone voice he responds with, "Yeah. Sure."
"Uh, where can I find the light switches and dimmers?"
"AISLE 39. I think. Here, I'll show you." He sounds about twice as old as he looks. Those few words he speaks are enough to flip a switch in Rey. Her heart is melting at the same time her mind is racing. She can't tell for sure because he’s so bundled up, but she imagines he has strong arms and is in great shape based on the vascularity of his hands as he holds his barcode reader. He's working in the middle of the school day so he's got to be at least 18, not that he looks any younger, but Rey tends to think in worst case scenarios. Realistically, she would peg him for mid-twenties, but his voice sounds at least two decades older.
He walks her to aisle 39 and stops. She thanks him for his help, and as she turns to walk in the direction he pointed, she realizes she’s slightly blushing and she’s been silent. She doesn't want her shyness to come off as cold, so she makes eye contact and lets a little smile sprout from the left corner of her mouth across her lips, small but beaming. She hopes it doesn't come off as a smirk or make him self conscious. She can't tell whether he's the self conscious type.
She figures she can find the item herself from here, and doesn't think to ask him about the specific product. She wanders nearly all the way down the aisle, but after several minutes of searching (albeit distractedly), Rey is relieved to see him come back with another customer. He's helping a man find a specific thing, not a whole aisle. She’s jealous, even though it was her own fault not to ask. She hopes he sticks around and asks her if she found everything okay, but when he's done with the other customer it seems like he's about to leave.
She quickly approaches him. “Can I- can I ask for your help again?” Asking to ask again. Do I always sound this ridiculous? She tells him about the dimmer she’s looking for, which is apparently called a rotary switch.
To her surprise and delight, he talks far more than he needs to about rotary switches. His dark velvet voice is lulling Rey half into a fantasy while she struggles to continue listening to his words. He repeats almost every word she says back to him coolly and casually. And these aren't complicated concepts. She isn’t sure if he's practicing an active listening technique from sales training or is simply aware of his effect on women. Or his effect on her. She stands inches from him and looks into his eyes. She wonders to what extent her white cheeks have bloomed into roses under her freckles and given her away.
"You need a dimmer?" He looks her in the eyes, but she’s transfixed on every flex of his jaw and twitch of his lip as he talks.
"Yes, but just the knob, not the whole thing,” she says.
He nods thoughtfully then confirms, "So you just need the plastic part?"
“Right, there’s still a stick you can use to turn it, but it’s naked,” Rey confirms. She pulls her phone out of her back pocket to show him what kind of set-up the panel has and what part she needs.
"So on the panel there's an up-down switch, and a rotary dimmer."
“Yeah." She shows him the knob on the store's app and says, "I think the dimmer part is in stock.”
He replies "Oh, it says aisle 2?" He looks in that direction like he’s trying to remember what’s in aisle 2. He must be new.
"No, we’re in the right aisle. It's wrong on the preview page, but if you click into it you can see," she explains.
"Oh, ok. This is what you need though?" He locks eyes with Rey.
Just like that, she’s imagining him taking off his apron and hoodie at the end of the day, revealing meaty biceps that want to burst out of a black, soft washed t-shirt. Running his large hand through his hair. Flexing those beautiful arms as he peels off the shirt. A smooth torso with hard pecs, scant chest hair. At the thought of this, the left half of her bottom lip starts to creep under her left front teeth, and he cracks a smile for the first time, from the right side of his mouth, almost like a mirror image to Rey’s. His teeth are pretty but unassuming. They're close to white and not overly straight.
Her cheeks grow warmer and she looks away, responding to his question with a slight nod, which she hopes doesn’t read as hesitant, before resuming eye contact. “Yeah,” she quietly confirms.
"But you don't need the regular switch, right?" He speaks with a relaxed beat, not rushing the conversation to its end.
"Uh-huh."
He's speaking low and soft and looks back and forth between Rey’s eyes, not at the screen they’re both supposedly studying. "You just need the dimmer."
"Yeah." She feels like this is being drawn out to the point of overkill, but she’s not complaining.
"And you only need the plastic part." Every time he speaks is like music.
"Yeah," she confirms, barely audible, with a smile.
He continues to search her eyes and she repeats, "Yeah."
For a brief moment, he seems to gaze at Rey as lustily as she knows she is looking at him before he gathers his thoughts. She feels self conscious and suspects by the amount that he’s talking he must know the spellbinding effect his voice has on her. But if that's the case, she supposes there’s no harm that could come from him knowing it.
"Okay, let’s go over here," he says as he leads her back to where she started at the front of the aisle. "I think I see it.” He crouches down to get something from the bottom shelf.
"That’s it!" Rey says with a grin.
She feels bad for not crouching down with him. She’s always self conscious of making people do too much work, but then she also doesn’t want to make it awkward by taking over. So it's not that she expects him to serve her, she’s just frozen. He starts to pull the small product off the metal rods. It's the exact one she’d shown him on her phone, but she notices a better color next to it. Rey squats down and as she looks at the package to the right of the one he's holding, he almost looks disappointed that he didn't pick the exact unit she needed.
She says, "This one is even better, it'll match the old yellowed white." As she slides the package toward her, her right thumb almost imperceptibly brushes his left hand which is still holding the other package. She hasn’t even thought about his package yet, but the lightest brush of his skin is enough to short Rey’s circuits. She gets nervous and stands up, thanks him twice with a genuine smile and that's all she can do.
"No problem," he says, and that's all. As Rey watches him walk away, she feels an odd desperation to hear his voice again. She thinks about making up another question and recording him with an app. Is that creepy? It’s a little creepy, but not full-blown creepy, right? It isn't an option to never hear his voice again. She briefly glances around and he's nowhere in sight. She gets a hold of herself and makes her way to the self checkout line and pays.
Scanning the parking lot as she leaves, Rey wonders which car is his. When she gets to her car, she realizes she doesn’t have her keys. She sheepishly walks back inside and grabs her keys and receipt from the self-checkout terminal she just used. She looks at the receipt - “Ben’s Hardware”. So it did change ownership. She feels someone watching her from the aisle straight ahead, but tries to play it cool. She smiles and shakes her head in disbelief as she turns around and leaves, heart pounding.
Rey forgets all about the soup she was going to get and drives on autopilot to the house to install the dimmer and bulbs. What was that back there? When did I become so shy? It’s been a long time since she’s felt a visceral longing for someone, too. She can feel the animal inside of her awakening from a years-long slumber. She isn’t worried about it, she welcomes it. It’s tame. She has the maturity and experience to stay in control.
She pulls into the broken driveway and parks under the carport. Bebe runs to greet her and Rey bends down to pet her when she opens the car door. This should be an easy but impactful little project. She enters the kitchen, and takes the rotary dial out, dismissing a ridiculous passing thought that she should have bought the white one, too, because he touched it. She tears the packaging open and holds the off-white plastic rotary dial in her hand, smiling as she remembers all the ways he described it.
She raises the cream plastic dial to the light switch panel and glances at its underside, confirming it’s compatible. The unsheathed rotary peg juts out from the panel in anticipation. She holds the dial by its outer edge, aligning its hole with the peg, and gently eases the peg inside. The dial slides all the way on and snaps into place. It sticks out a little far from the wall, but it works. Then she unscrews the light bulbs in the cheap chandelier one by one and replaces them with the dimmable ones she bought.
Finally, the moment of truth - she presses the rotary dial, which turns on the lights, but when she rotates the dimmer, it dims nothing. The dimmer wiring itself might not be LED compatible. Of course. It looks like she’ll have to go back to the store, but not today. She does her shopping and begrudgingly runs errands, and finishes off her day with a warm cup of rooibos.
When she gets in bed, her mind drifts back to Him. She’s dying to hear his voice again. He was so calm, aloof, but somehow radiating power. She interprets it as sexual energy, but she wonders if she’s just seeing what she wants to see. To keep his voice in her mind, she imagines him narrating, “So. This is your bed… we’re going to use an extra blanket tonight, because it’s cold.” She feels ridiculous. But when she drifts off to sleep, there he is.
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Rey is in a living room, but not hers. It’s a subtle mid-century style with huge windows and modern touches. It’s dimly lit with a fire roaring behind a glass. He’s slouched on a stool at a wet bar, drinking something on the rocks. He’s wearing black slacks, a form-fitting charcoal button-up shirt, untucked, with the cuffs unbuttoned. He has one foot on a rung of the stool and another with its heel on the ground as he looks at his glass.
He looks at Rey and puts down the glass. “Drink?” he asks, standing up to go around the other side of the bar. Rey watches him. “Whisky? Wine? Water?” he asks, while filling a glass of water. “I’m fine,” she replies. He puts the glass of water down on the smooth granite in front of a second stool that’s still tucked under the bar. As he walks out from behind the bar, he lets his fingers graze the leather seat of the closest stool. Rey notices he’s shoeless, wearing black and gray argyle socks. Why is he so quiet?
Right on cue, he says, “Well, you’re here. What do you want to do?” It’s so vivid. Rey is frozen and says nothing. Her heartbeat quickens. He paces patiently. There’s a teal sectional facing the fireplace. The living room has soft carpet that feels new under her bare feet. He walks across the living room, crossing into It a breakfast nook with an oak table. Behind the kitchen table, he reaches for the wall and lightly touches a conspicuously cheap looking dial that dims the room further. He comes back toward Rey, and pauses between the breakfast nook and living room. There’s a cabinet separating the spaces, about the same height as the kitchen table. It has a record player and a box of records sitting on top of it.
He approaches the record cabinet, which is about hip height to him. He’s facing Rey, with the cabinet and the entire living room in between them. With a casual stretch of one leg, he spreads his feet to lower himself a little and look at the records. He rolls up his sleeves, glancing up at her with his tan forearms flexing. He thumbs through the vinyl records, which appear to have no words on the covers. He has his head down, his hair has fallen slightly in his face, and he’s glancing up at Rey every few seconds as he thumbs through the box.
He starts reading out the names of records, and her butterflies intensify at the low rumble of his voice. “Led Zeppelin III,” “Some Girls,” “Get Behind Me Satan,” “Ocean’s 11,” “Travis” “John Wick 2” The foliage outside rustles gently against the window. The next time he looks up at her, he doesn't look back down. It’s an expectant gaze as though to see if the sound of his voice was effective. She squirms a little and blushes. He holds her gaze, squints slightly, and smiles a little. He’s finished going through the records. He doesn’t put anything on the record player, but a song she likes starts playing anyway. Think, by Kaleida.
He gives Rey a mischievous, inquisitive look, and runs his hand through his hair as he walks over to the sectional. He takes a seat and hinges forward at the hip, putting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together. She admires the shape of his forearms. He raises his clasped hands upright and sets his chin on them playfully, his biceps straining his sleeves as he meets her eyes. He says, “Well, here we are at my place,” which she doubts. Rey doesn’t know what she expects his place is like in reality, but it isn’t this refined. He chuckles, removing his elbows from his knees and resuming a more grown-up posture. With arched brows and an otherwise straight face, he says, “Really.” His brows relax again. “What do you feel like doing?” His voice floods every inch of her body with a yearning to be touched.
She doesn’t know how to answer him. She doesn’t know how she got there or what’s going on, but the combination of his voice, eye contact, and arms are enough for Rey to begin visually undressing him. He inhales through his strong nose, meets her gaze, and cocks an eyebrow: “Now that’s an idea." He sinks all the way back into the cushions, his palms on his thighs, as if to take in the moment with a subtle, satisfied smile. He then abruptly sits back up and starts unbuttoning his shirt. As if on command. . . Holy shit, Rey thinks. She realizes this is a dream. She’s lucid. It’s like a 5-d game where she can feel everything. In theory, she can do whatever she wants. What she really wants at this moment is to straddle him.
He glances down between his legs and coolly says, “sit anywhere you want.” She feels observed, even though he isn’t real. She walks over to the sectional and perches next to him on the edge of its velvet cushion. She feel herself getting wet. She’s wearing a gray stretch miniskirt–something she wouldn’t have picked out for herself–black leggings, and a green cardigan with no undershirt. He finishes unbuttoning his shirt and discards it on the floor. She sees exactly what she’d pictured earlier - a strong physique, his lightly bronzed arms straining against a soft washed t-shirt. “What’s your name,” he asks, and she feel a warmth growing between her legs. She tells him, “Rey.” “Rey,” he repeats, and she fruitlessly responds, “What’s yours?”
He sighs and gazes around wistfully, “Her name is Rey.” Then his eyes are back on her. He places a large hand softly on her knee. Electrified, she reciprocates. It’s not real, she reminds herself. She can do anything. The guy from the store will never know. She dares to run her hand a few inches up his quad and give his muscle a light squeeze. He exhales with the slightest little groan, “yeah,” and moves his hand to the small of back to urge her closer. She’s sitting next to him but facing him now, left leg folded under her, working her right hand up his quad.
The expanse of his thigh dwarfs her pale fingers on his black pants as she leans forward and lets her heel nestle between her legs to relieve some tension. A tsunami of tingling deep inside her spreads through her breasts. She grips his thigh for support, and lifts herself just barely, intending to bring the inner crook of one knee up over his closest leg in a cuddly way while remaining seated on the couch. A tent in his pants catches her eye and her skin starts to burn with urgency. If she moves too quickly, she wonders if she could startle herself awake.
As Rey raises her leg, he brings his far hand to it, gently coaxing her to move all the way onto his lap. Her skirt rides up over her ass as she follows his lead. He seizes one buttock in each hand, gives them a gentle squeeze, and takes a deep breath. She is overcome with arousal and takes her own deep breath, shuddering and blinking slowly as she exhales. Her legs are now spread wide open straddling his lap, but she’s hovering and hasn’t put her weight on him yet. Her head is a little higher than his in this position. He bows his head and nuzzles his nose into her cardigan between her breasts, closing his eyes and taking in her scent.
Rey’s modest chest is heaving against his face and he cradles her with both arms as she breathes. She places her hands gently on his shoulders, and slowly moves them inward to fondle the hair at the nape of his neck. She twirls a lock around her finger contemplatively, but she’s still hovering. His arms are under hers with his face still in her sweater. He drags his nose up to her neck and she feels her cardigan unbutton, exposing a lace bra, which is fastened in the front. He looks up at her and reiterates in an intimate whisper, “you can sit anywhere you want.”
Rey could tell from his breathing what would await her in his lap. Her leggings were already soaked. One by one, she scooted her knees closer to the back of the couch on either side of his expansive torso and let her weight down. She is now truly straddling him, her inner thighs and the intimate seam of her warm, moist leggings fully embracing his arousal. Her wetness spread through her leggings and into his pants. His lumber swells against her, pulsing into her aching nub. “Yeah,” he breathes. “Right here.” She leans forward to feel his full length, which spans from her privates to her belly button as he thrusts against her.
Over the course of a few blissful seconds, she feels his erection press harder against her, slide upward, then come back down, and repeat. His mouth finds her neck, then her mouth. She accept his lips hungrily and grinds back in rhythm. Her lips pull away as pleasure shoots through her gut and breasts. She leans her head back and gasps. He moves his way back down to her heart, nuzzling his nose along her neck then planting a kiss on her collar bone, another kiss on her breast.
Then his teeth lightly pinch her skin as they find the front of her bra. He looks up at her as the clasp flies open and her breasts are free. Her hard nipples are framed loosely by her dangling bra and the top half of her cardigan which is still buttoned, only at the bottom. She’s still wearing leggings, but his cock feels too good to leave it for even one moment to undress further. She continues to slowly grind against him as he moves one hand to her breast, keeping the other behind her for support. He palms one breast, lightly at first, grazing her nipple with the heel of his palm, then softly cups the whole breast, enveloping it in his large hand as he continues to slowly thrust into her warmth He uses his free hand to bring her close enough to kiss her other breast.
Rey is burning up now. He undoes the last two buttons of her cardigan and she lets it fall off her shoulders, discarding her bra at the same time. She reaches down to the hem of his shirt and slides four curled fingers underneath it. He helps her take it off, and she takes in the sight of his shredded torso. His right pec has a scar. She traces it with her thumb. His pecs are so hard. As she explores him, they continue grinding, then he gives a more emphatic thrust, like his cock cannot physically get close enough to her. She reaches between their loins and strokes his arousal through his pants, tracing the outline of his cock in detail. His pants are damp and shiny from her leggings and with a wetter spot of his own.
Rey needs him badly. He isn’t wearing a belt. She frantically searches for his button and zipper and carefully frees him. She holds, and beholds, the glorious, veiny shaft that lands in her hand. She savors the feeling of its soft skin as it throbs in her hand. “You. . . are a vision,” he murmurs into her chest, which is exactly what she was thinking about his package. She moves her thumb to the head of his cock, collects a bead of precum, and swirls around the head affectionately. Her brows furrow with want. He holds her tighter, closing the gap between them. He begins thrusting again, hard and slow. Rey grinds her throbbing warmth against his lower shaft while her hand is still in between them.
She feels the spine of her groin twitching and knows she’s close. She takes a deep breath and lets a sharper pleasure overtake her chest and groin. Her breath quickens as she nears her peak. She still has her leggings on. He reaches his broad hands into the back of her leggings, taking one buttcheek in each hand and moves her up and down against him. “I need you,” he breathes. They look into each other’s eyes and there’s something wild in his pupils, something dark, like a warm, black hole, drawing her in. “Take me,” she says. He reaches a hand behind her neck to cradle her head, and they gaze at each other, breathing, grinding. Then he pulls her face decisively to his.
Rey inhales through her nose as their lips meet hungrily. He kisses her hard, too messily to seal their mouths together, leaving his lower lip between her lips as he draws in a deep breath through his mouth. He then closes his lips on her upper lip, his teeth and tongue slightly grazing it. Half his mouth opens into hers, the other halves of their mouths still breathing heavily.
He shifts her slightly upward, wraps her around his waist, and she feels the head of his rock hard cock aggressively nuzzling her clit, up and down. His tongue finds hers and she lets it brush against her teeth. When she pulls away for a moment, he looks her in the eyes. They’re both moving faster now, and as they’re about to come, she folds herself into him, sliding her lips down his chin to his neck and opening her mouth, breathing against his skin.
His thumb finds her most sensitive place and one touch sends her over the edge. The pleasure is almost too much to bear. Her ass clenches as ecstacy blooms from her groin, her nipples, her ears, and deep within her gut. Muscles she didn’t even know she had shudder in release, and he wraps his arms tight around her, thrusting to the beat of her orgasm. She rides wave after wave, pulsating against his cock, and as another wave swells he groans, and she feels his cock begin its own contractions, intensifying hers.
Rey’s mouth is open against his neck and she’s breathing into his skin and as he unleashes a huge lode of cum, between them, soaking through her leggings, and gluing their clothes together. Her canines dig harmlessly into the side of his neck – she can’t resist – then she brings her lips to the flesh and seals it with a kiss. She collapses into him, loosely hugging him with her legs, and the two of them just breathe. Then he tightens his arms around her in a hug, and she looks up. She sees the mark of her teeth on his neck, and remembers no one else will see it. This isn’t real.
She nuzzles her head into her mark and blinks her eyelashes against his skin. He sighs slowly through his nose, then she feel the vibrations of his voice against her face as he says, “You are… remarkable.” She lies there breathing for a few minutes and he wraps them both in a cream, cable-knit throw. She falls asleep in his arms and wakes up in her own bed, marveling at how a dream can make one feel like they’ve experienced someone so intimately. She hadn’t had a lucid dream in years. She absently scratches an itch between her breasts and wonders how she can be sure to dream of him again tonight. Was it the rooibos, or the sheer will of her want?
#adam driver character#ben solo fanfic#ben solo smut#kylo ren smut#ben solo x rey#kylo ren#kylo ren x rey#toxicanonymity ☠️#reylo fanfic#reylo smut#reylo#inappropriate use of the force#wrong use of the force#tw dubcon#star wars fanfiction
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All-The-Things-2020 Fan Fiction Masterlist
So I’ve decided to create a pinned Masterlist for all of my finished fics. Some of them are posted only on AO3 right now but I will migrate them here to tumblr as I have time.
Pedro Pascal Characters
Year of Fandom Crossovers Masterlist
Masterlist of all the fics I wrote this year as part of the Year of Creation Challenge.
Din Djarin x Reader - A Sprig of Silver & Blue
A holiday inspired one-shot featuring Din and The Child (written before we knew Grogu’s name).
Din Djarin x OFC (Tala Pavan) - Deeds Not Less Valiant
Completed series taking place after season 3. Demisexual Din finds out that maybe romance and love has a place in his life after all.
Din Djarin x OFC (Mariana Loxli) - Finding His Way series Masterlist. AO3 link to 1st title in series
Non-canon compliant series that takes place following season 1. It is canon-compliant up to that point and then diverges. Din and The Child meet a former Imperial slave who changes their lives for good. Featuring cameos from Luke Skywalker, Han Solo and Chewbacca.
Din Djarin - The Man in the Shiny Mask (Futurama crossover)
Futurama script bringing Din and Grogu into the 31st century where they meet the crew of Planet Express.
Javier Peña x OFC (Cassidy Yates) - No Better Place
Completed series taking place in Laredo after Javi leaves the DEA. Featuring horses and some smut.
Joel Miller - Kindred Spirits (Anne of Green Gables crossover)
Joel and Ellie’s relationship reimagined on Prince Edward Island.
Joel Miller - Joel’s Pony Party
You are planning a birthday party for your six year old niece. Turns out the guy who runs the pony party place offers you more than just a pony ride.
Dieter Bravo - Fifty Shades of Orange (The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy crossover)
Dieter ends up on the Heart of Gold and Arthur still can’t find a decent cup of tea.
Dieter Bravo x Orignal Female Character (Emily) - Late Night Talking
Regular person Emily meets celebrity Dieter Bravo. Romance ensues, along with plenty of humor and angst.
Frankie Morales - I Need a Pilot (Star Wars crossover)
Everyone’s favorite helicopter pilot transported to the Star Wars galaxy, with cameos by Finn and Poe.
Ezra x Reader - Lost, Only to Be Found (The Last of Us crossover)
Ezra and Cee in the Last Of Us universe. This one has a bittersweet ending.
Ezra x OFC (Claire) - All Our Future Prospects.
Ezra and Cee meet a corporate scientist and they all learn the importance of found family.
Marcus Morales - Not All Heroes Wear Capes (Star Trek: the Next Generation crossover)
Marcus tries to revive his Starfleet career after losing his wife.
Non-Pedro Pascal Characters
Legolas - A Grey Ship Sails.
How Legolas and Gimli came to leave the shores of Middle Earth after the death of Aragorn.
Samwise Gamgee - Into the West. AO3 link
How Samwise the Brave followed Mister Frodo into the West.
Poe Dameron x Finn - Family Is More Than Blood series Masterlist.
Pure Stormpilot fluff, featuring a few crossovers with characters from the Finding His Way series. Also a hint of Reylo.
#pedro pascal#pedro pascal character fanfiction#the mandalorian#star wars#fanfic#narcos fanfiction#year of fandom crossovers#ezra and cee#joel miller fanfiction#marcus moreno#lotr#stormpilot#dieter bravo fanfic#anne of green gables#hitchhikers guide to the galaxy#star trek the next generation#the last of us hbo#the last of us fanfic#ezra prospect#din and grogu#grogu#frankie morales triple frontier#futurama
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StarWars Masterlist
Includes 18+ material, police yourselves!
Armorer
Armorer x Blacksmith reader pt.1 pt.2
Clones
Overall Kink Headcanons
Din Djarin
This is Our Way (Third and fourth chapter on the continuous fic on AO3, too lazy to post here) pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 pt.6
Paz Vizsla
Savage Opress
The Conqueror- Three parts, don't necessarily all have to be read. pt.1 pt.2 pt.3
In-Universe Character Shipping Fics
Reylo/Finpoe-Games and Prize. Modern AU. Just some fun at a carnival.
Suu/Cut Lawrence-Strange Traditions
Han Solo vs Holdo x Leia-To The Winner Goes The Love. Jealous Han Solo who hates competition.
Non-Shipping works, just fun character stuff
White Christmas-Din spends Christmas with Grogu, remembering his own childhood and the holiday.
#star wars#fanfiction#star wars fanfiction#star wars x reader#mandalorian#paz vizsla#the armorer x reader#armorer x reader#din dijarin#din x reader#x reader#clone trooper x reader#clone trooper#leia organa#han solo#leia x holdo#reylo#finn x poe#savage opress x reader#yandere savage#yandere#swtcw
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Fic author interview
Thanks to @sesamestreep and @glorious-spoon for tagging me in this one over the holidays! But between starting the new job and the holidays and the RCSS, it totally slipped my mind until now 😬
No-pressure tagging: @anghraine, @ladytharen, @luciechat, and anyone else who feels like it.
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
An even 200 if I include both accounts.
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
Just under 650K words altogether.
3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Last Train
I fought the war (but the war won)
left-handed kisses
Fixer Upper
Chain Reaction
4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes! I want to let commenters know they're appreciated, and I enjoy talking about little details or plot turns. Lately I haven't had the time or energy for much more than a quick thank you, but I'm still trying to respond.
5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
At one point it would've been the bad ending of I fought the war, but now I think this Whumptober piece takes the crown.
6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?
Considering canon, most of them have an unrealistically happy ending! Especially inside the vastness of the galaxy, the "Naomi & Filip get a happy reunion" story.
7. Do you write crossovers?
No. I enjoy writing & reading some fusions (i.e. characters from one canon in the setting of another) but traditional crossovers in which characters from two different canons meet don't generally appeal to me.
8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?
Not on AO3, but I've been sent anon hate on Tumblr about my writing a couple of times (find a Reylo writer who hasn't challenge).
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yeah, a fair bit - in fact it's hard to remember sometimes that I never wrote anything explicit before 2016! It's all pretty vanilla, though, minus a few attempts at kinkier stuff which are deservedly anonymous.
10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Kind of; someone commented on one of my stories on AO3 to tell me that another story had copied significant parts of it. (They'd already commented on and reported the other fic, so I didn't take any additional action. The plagiarizing story was eventually deleted.)
11. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes! Bless the fandom translators, for they are amazing.
12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Nothing posted publically.
13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
I couldn't possibly choose a single favourite! In terms of longevity, it's either Han/Leia or Eowyn/Faramir. And Star Wars ships in general seem to have a strong hold on me 😁
14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
The OT3 whumpfic. It's nearly done, but it's far outside my usual wheelhouse so without a beta reader, I can't tell whether it's worth finishing or beyond help.
15. What are your writing strengths?
I think I write decent dialogue, and I'm genuinely proud of the ideas behind I fought the war and pulse to pulse. I can also write a pretty good pastiche of 19C style, although you wouldn't know it from this account.
16. What are your writing weaknesses?
Plotting. Falling back on boring/clichéd beats to flesh out dialogue-heavy scenes.
17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
A sentence or so? Sure. Can't think of a reason to do much more than that.
18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?
It would be either Buffy or Lord of the Rings - I honestly don't remember - not counting the terrible Shannara-fic I wrote as a pre-teen.
19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?
Someday I'd really like to write a Children of Men story telling what happened to Kee and [spoiler] after the movie, plus fixing [spoiler].
20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?
Subject to change by the moment, of course, but looking back at some older stories recently reminded me that I've always been pretty fond of don't go home without me.
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Tagged by @hedgewyse . It took me awhile to get around to it but I did finally! I originally stalled because I've only ever been actively involved in two ship communities. But then I remembered... the third one. Which I've never been involved in, but it's still important. 💀😂
three ships
Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakun / Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat
It's the passion. It's the obsession. It's the angst. It's the fluff. It's the flirting. It's the hidden smiles. It's the stalker4stalker. It's the complete and utter lack of communication skills. It's the sweet pathetic boys. It's the bittersweet ending. It's the fanfiction in fanfiction. It's...
... alright well a lot of it's just me simping over Jeff Satur.
Magnus Bane / Alexander Lightwood
This was my first ship. I wrote my first full novel length fic in this fandom, and I even have a tattoo about it! They will always hold a special place in my heart as the ship that sailed me back into my passion for art and writing.
Reylo
So um, here's the thing. I'm not in the Reylo fandom. I enjoyed the movies well enough, but didn't have any particular interest in them beyond "oh, that was fun to see in theaters, I enjoyed it."
Many years ago, however, before I was involved in fandom at all, a friend of mine sent me a link to a Reylo fic on AO3 that she was obsessed with. It's the only Reylo fic I've ever read.
Long story short (I'll elaborate in another post sometime if I'm ever asked), it ended my impending marriage and changed the course of my life.
I have no idea what the fic was called or whom it was written by.
One day I should track that author down and thank them. I mean obviously other factors played into it, I'm not completely unhinged (well, debatable), but it was the spark that lit the flame.
So anyway, these two will always be important to me even though I'm not part of their fandom. 🖤
Honorable Mentions
I'm currently obsessing over KimVegas, KimArm, and ArmKimChay. If you notice a common denominator, shhh no you don't. ✨ I just didn't feel right using them in the three because they're all just extensions of my KinnPorsche the Series / KimChay addiction. 😅
first ever ship
I generally consider Malec to be my first ship, as they were the first ship I was active in any fandom community for.
However, they're probably not really my first ship.
I was baited into fandom as an adult by a friend who lured me into watching The Vampire Diaries. I kind of shipped Delena, but assumed they wouldn't end up together because he was the second / bad boy love interest and that's just not how the formula goes.
Little did I know 😌 that universe is far too much of a clusterfuck to care about formulas and industry norms.
Anyway I did write an Elijah/Hailey fic and post it on FFnet when I first started writing again after years of no artistic endeavors whatsoever. It's still there, but I choose to pretend it isn't. Straight smut is not my forte. 😅 And it's... well, you can tell I was a bit rusty. 😂
last song
👀🤫😇
last movie
I tend to gravitate more toward TV shows than movies, so I think the last one I watched might've been over the holidays. It's a pretty great musical--Mrs. Santa Claus gets fed up with being taken for granted, takes the sleigh on a joyride, and gets temporarily stranded in early 1900s New York. While there she protests for women's suffrage, fights for the rights of child workers, helps to reunite a family divided by an ocean, and repeatedly demonstrates the spirit of acab.
Yeah, you heard me. It's socialist acab Mrs. C here to sing dank tunes and fight for your rights.
Highly recommend 10/10.
It's also on Youtube for free last I checked.
currently reading
The Prince's Poisoned Vow by Hailey Turner.
currently watching
The latest season of Miraculous Ladybug 🥺
currently consuming
I've been making a lot of duck soup lately. I'm a bit of a duck addict, and there's something so satisfying about making use of the whole carcass and watching it slowly turn into rich, wiggly stock and then the most wonderful soup with duck meat and bok choy and bamboo shoots and noodles. ✨
currently craving
a quiet, vibey cafe to write at, and some peaceful time to spend there. the gay donut shop i used to write at shut down. 😭
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I'll tag... @staykimchay and @justanothervariant if they haven't done it yet.
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A Nanny for Christmas - A Reylo Christmas Story
After her promised dream job is given away and her boyfriend dumps her, Rey Johnson is at a loss. In search of direction, she ends up as a nanny for an acerbic millionaire’s twins right before the holidays. When the family goes to a mountain lodge for Christmas, the nanny and the millionaire grow close. Love and holiday magic ensue.
Rated T
Chapter 1
Chapter 9: Epilogue
Two years and another Christmas later...
#reylo#reylo fic#reylo fanfic#reylo fanfiction#reylo promo#zoawrites#zoaswips#zoasworks#reylo au#reylo holiday au#reylo christmas#happy holidays everyone!#merry Christmas!
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"The Nine Lives of Kylo"
~a Reylo Holiday Textfic~
~Inspired by the Hallmark film "The Nine Lives of Christmas" and featuring certain prompts from #24DaysOfReylo~
~This will be updated throughout the month of December.~
~Testing this on Tumblr, but the fic is also available on Twitter.~
Summary: Firefighter Ben Solo doesn’t want any commitments holding him back. An orange tabby and an overly helpful veterinarian-in-training change his plans one holiday season.
CW // Short-lived Ben/Bazine to make young Solo realize he needs to find someone nicer
CW // Cat Cuteness
PART I:
Meet Ben Solo—who's hoping his fellow firefighters can help him with the new problem in his life.
Meet Rey Johnson—veterinary student, pet shop worker, perpetually single, mother to all her friends, former foster kid, always busy, always caffeinated, probably in need of a vacation. And she tries to help her foster brother understand this...
Meanwhile, Rey's best friend wants attention too.
At the cafe...
Rey moves closer, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible but worried about her favorite cafe owner.
Suddenly a steely, female voice calls out her name.
The new message is clearly from him...and he must've seen her foolish words.
Rey admires the pic—glad he sent one with those dimples.
#reylo fanfic#reylo#reylo fic#reylo au#reylo modern au#hallmark christmas movies#ben x rey#ben solo#rey nobody
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Bad Idea Right? - Part II (Reylo Fanfic)
Part I | Part II | Part III (Complete!)
Summary: Rey Niima realizes she may not be over Ben Solo when Hux’s social media posts show her ex-boyfriend may be moving on at Poe’s Halloween party. Donning a matching costume purchased before their breakup, Rey decides to stop running and confront him. Horny Halloween hijinks ensue!
Pairings: Rey/Ben, Rose/Hux, Finn/Poe
Continuity: Modern AU
A/N: Happy Halloween, rats!! May I present Part II of my holiday-themed fic, or as I like to call it: Rey, please get it together, babe, you’ve giving Ben whiplash 😵
Master list –> AO3 | ff.net | Tumblr
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Bad Idea Right? - Part II
By: sushigirlali
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Boston, MA
Friday, October 31
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Now I'm gettin' in the car, wreckin' all my plans
I know I should stop-, but I can't
And I told my friends I was asleep
But I never said where or in whose sheets
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A week passed and Ben didn’t text again. She would say he ghosted her, but that wouldn’t be fair. Expecting him to put himself out there again given how badly she’d bungled their chance of reconciliation was ridiculous. She had enough self-awareness to admit it to herself at least.
So, in an effort to give him some peace, she had decided not to go to Poe and Finn’s Halloween party that night. Although she had broken up with Ben, they still had numerous mutual friends in common and she didn’t want to make the event awkward for him.
Another mark against her going was that none of their friends actually knew why they had broken up as far as she was aware. She tried to make it seem amicable anytime the topic came up, but she could tell Finn and Rose both low key blamed Ben. It wasn’t fair, but she was too ashamed to give the real reason.
They all knew about her upbringing in foster care, some of the trials and tribulations she went through, but none of them had lived it. And while her motives behind rejecting Ben’s proposal made sense to her, or they had at the time anyway, she didn’t expect her moderately well adjusted friends to understand.
For his part, according to Rose, Ben’s response when asked about their split was always, “Whatever Rey says happened is what happened.” He was too gracious by far and she didn’t deserve it. Or him. Which was why…
Rey started as her phone dinged loudly. Lowering the volume, she looked at the screen and saw that Hux, Rose’s boyfriend and Ben’s best frenemy, had posted something new on Instagram. Curious, she couldn’t remember the last time the stoic redhead had posted anything, Rey opened the notification.
“What the fuck!” She held the phone away from her like it had bit her. But quickly after, unable to help herself, she pressed on the photo and zoomed in and out on every possible angle. Whitehot anger blazed through her at the sight of Bazine, dressed like Jessica Rabbit, sitting on Ben’s lap, her arm around his shoulders while they laughed about something she couldn’t decipher.
The freeze frame was captioned, “Eddie and Jessica, who knew 👀,” and it made her want to throw things.
“So, he thinks he’s over me, huh?” Rey raged, nearly tripping over a new pile of unwashed clothes on the way to her closet. “He’s wearing our couples costume and he thinks he’s over me? We’ll just see about that!”
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And I pull up to your place, on the second floor
And you're standin', smiling at the door
And I'm sure I've seen much hotter men
But I really can't remember when
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Rey adjusted her very short green cheerleader skirt, checking that her ass was covered before stepping through Finn’s front door. He didn’t know she was coming, nobody did, and she supposed she should have let her friends know in case some major drama was about to start, but she wanted the element of surprise. She needed to catch Ben off guard to get a real reaction out of him; he was too good at schooling his features otherwise.
Gingerly twisting the handle, she was relieved when it opened without her needing to call someone to let her in. Pushing the door halfway, a wave of loud club music and strobe lights assaulted her senses.
There was a mass of people moving to the music in the living room, the green velvet couch Finn was obsessed with pushed against the wall to allow for a makeshift dance floor. Cupping her hands over her ears, she slowly walked inside, squinting at the faces before her.
When she didn’t see Ben, and no one paid her any mind, she moved past the study on her right and into the open concept kitchen. Through the glass doors that led to the patio, Rey could see several of her close friends gathered around a game of cornhole.
Rose and Hux were dressed as western Barbie and Ken (how Rose got her snobby boyfriend to wear such a fun outfit was beyond Rey), Finn and Poe were Spider-Men Miles Morales and Miguel O'Hara, Jannah was Starfire, and Kaydel was wearing a giant, inflatable t-rex costume.
Rolling her eyes as her colorfully dressed friends drunkenly missed shot after shot, Rey backtracked to the hallway between the kitchen and study that led to the back bedrooms. What if Ben was back there with Bazine? Were they already fucking? The thought hadn’t crossed her mind until now, but it sickened her.
In all fairness, it shouldn’t. She was the one who ended things. It wasn’t his fault if he’d found someone else. But after what she and Ben had done on the phone last week? Yeah, no, she was…
“Ben.” Suddenly spotting a talk, dark shadow near the end of the hall, Rey released a breath she wasn’t aware she was holding.
He wasn’t in a dimly lit bedroom with another woman, he was alone in the hallway leading to the guest bath, leaning against the wall with a dejected look on his face. Had Bazine rejected him? Was he thinking about her? She had to know.
Pacing down the hallway, she wrapped her hand around one thick bicep. “Ben, we need to–”
“Bazine, I said no. I’m not–Rey?” He looked shocked to see her, but not unhappily so.
“Come with me,” she said over the music.
He didn’t resist when she tugged him into the nearby bathroom and locked the door. She turned on the overhead light and got a better look at him. He was wearing the Stranger Things costume they had picked out together, and he looked damn good in it. The patched vest, tight jeans, and long, wavy wig made him look like a rock god.
She had intended to immediately launch into an interrogation all the way here, but now that she was alone with him again for the first time in months, all she could think about was the other night. His direction, his selflessness, his filthy words…
Without another thought, she dropped to her knees in front of him.
“Rey!” Still shocked. Good.
Looking up at him from under her lashes, she reached for his black belt. He didn’t stop her when she undid it, or when she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, but he did stay her hand when she reached into the slit of his checkered boxers.
“What is this?” he asked seriously, holding her fingers still when she tried to wiggle them against his hard flesh.
“I would think that’s fairly obvious.”
“Fine, then why?” he pressed.
“Because I want to,” she said simply.
“Rey.”
“Because Hux posted a pic of you with Bazine and it made me jealous, okay?”
He shook his head as if to make sense of her. “Rey, you made it pretty clear last week that you–fuck!”
His hands went into her hair as she leaned forward to press her lips against the bulge in his shorts. “I want to suck your cock,” she said impatiently. “Are you going to let me?”
Ben cupped her cheeks, staring into her eyes, looking for something. Whatever he found there seemed to satisfy him, thankfully. “Okay.”
Smirking at her victory, she grabbed the waistband of his boxers and peeled them down over his hips, bearing his heavy sex to her eager eyes. “Yummy.” He staggered a little as she circled him with her hands, testing his hardness. “You’re bigger than I remember, heavier,” she said absently.
“Maybe because I haven't…”
He didn’t finish the sentence, but she knew what he meant. “Neither have I.”
His expression turned tender, but she wasn’t here for that. She was here to wreck him. Stroking the base of his penis in tight concentric circles, she sucked his fat head into her mouth.
“Fucking hell, Rey!” he yelped, supporting the back of her head with his massive hands. “Baby, you really don’t have to–ahhh!”
She loved hearing him groan because of her, so she sucked harder and tongued his tip like a lollipop. His thickness was a little uncomfortable after not being with him for so long, but she just relaxed her jaw as much as possible and kept going.
“I’m not going to last–it’s been 69 days,” he gasped, trying to pull back. “Rey, please, I’m going to come.” He actually sounded kind of embarrassed by how turned on he was, poor boy. “Rey!”
She giggled around his length and wiggled her eyebrows. “69 days, huh?”
He seemed to realize what she was so amused about and choked out a laugh too. Then he was swearing and straining against her again, trying to limit his response to a few quick, shallow thrusts. But she was having none of that. She wanted him out of control.
“Baby, please slow down. I’m going to make a mess all over your pretty costume,” he groaned. “You look so hot, I don’t think I can—uh!”
She smiled at his courtesy, but continued to ignore his pleas, focusing on the motion of her hands, the push and pull of her lips, determined to drive him wild. But it didn’t take much more stimulation before his fingers tightened almost painfully in her hair and his whole body shook as he came in her mouth.
Then she barely had time to swallow before he was hauling her to her feet with his hands under her armpits, lifting her onto the counter, and forcing her thighs wide around his hips. Brown eyes so dark they were almost black, he stared at her lips for the briefest of moments before kissing the life out of her.
Their bodies surged together, their hands and tongues everywhere. It was like the first time, it was like coming home. It was…
“Oh!” Rey moaned as Ben’s cock pressed into her wet slit. If she could only get him to move slightly to the left… His lips suddenly lifted and this time she moaned in disappointment.
Dodging her attempts to bring his face back down to hers, Ben pulled up her skirt. “What–oh, fuck.”
“Yes,” she agreed. “Your place?”
“What?”
“Do you have any condoms on you?”
“No, I–Rey, you’re not wearing underwear.” His tone suggested his brain had disconnected from the rest of his body.
“Right. So, your place?” she said again.
He lifted his eyes in wonder, or maybe it was shellshock, but he nodded.
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My brain goes, "Ah"
Can't hear my thoughts (I cannot hear my thoughts)
Like blah-blah-blah (blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah)
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Rey held his hand all the way to his black mustang and allowed him to open the door and buckle her in. It was like before, they way he took care of her. Smiling stupidly, feeling loopy and weirdly calm, the insistent buzz of her cell interrupted her train of happy thoughts.
Rose: Rey, what the heck? Did I just see you leave with your ex?.
Rey: Maybe
Rose: I thought you weren’t coming to the party?
Rey: Check your boyfriend’s insta
Ben looked sideways at her furious texting. “Everything okay?”
“Fine,” she said blithely. She didn’t care what anyone thought about her relationship–situationship?–with Ben. Not even her best friend.
Rose: I’m going to kill him. He did that on purpose!
Rey: Just realizing that lol
Rose: Look, he’s your ex but he’s also my friend and I know it’s none of my business, but do you think this is a good idea?
Rey: Yes, I know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect?
Rose: Are you together again then?
Rey: I only see him as a friend
“The biggest lie I ever said.”
Rose: Rey
Rey: What?
She could practically hear Rose’s annoyed sigh through the screen.
Rose: Can we at least meet for brunch tomorrow and discuss?
Rey: Sure. Frenchie’s?
Rose: See you there at 11am
Rose: MAKE GOOD CHOICES
She turned back to Ben, amused that his tall form somehow fit into the too small muscle car. It was miraculous, really. He always took up so much space, always weighed her down in bed… “Mmm.” She especially liked it when his big body was on top of hers in bed. “Make good choices?” Rey reached over the middle console to lay her hand on his muscular thigh. “No, I don’t think I will.”
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Should probably not
I should probably, probably not
I should probably, probably not
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They stumbled into his brownstone fifteen minutes later, but Ben’s sense of urgency was seriously lacking as far as Rey was concerned; she pouted while he made her stay still long enough to lock the door and re-engage the security system. Struggling against the strong arm wrapped around her waist, she tried to turn and kiss his face.
“Still such a greedy little thing, huh?” he said fondly, deftly securing the door before ducking to haul her up over his shoulder.
“Ben!” she gasped, loving his display of strength. And the hand that creeped up her thigh and under her skirt. “That’s the spirit,” she simpered, hanging over his body like a limp scarf.
“Happy now?” he chuckled, kneading her ass.
Rey didn’t know how to answer that, so she stuck her hands into his back pockets instead.
“Rey!” Ben danced on the spot like she’d jammed him with a hot poker.
Releasing a peel of laughter, she squeezed his butt cheeks through his jeans. “Have you been working out more, Solo? I don’t remember these buns of steel!”
“Yeah,” he said a little sadly, “I’ve had a lot of time on my hands lately.”
“Well, it’s really paid off,” she replied lightly.
“Thanks.” He cleared his throat. “Are you, um, hungry?”
“Just for your dick,” she said boldly, wanting to sail straight past any awkwardness. “Take me to bed.”
“Fuck, Rey, you’re killing me here,” he complained, but he started moving toward his bedroom all the same.
The trip upstairs was quick and she was happy to see that his bedroom looked the same as it had two months ago when he flipped a lamp on. He even kept the numerous photos of them together, the heavy, expensive looking frames scattered across several surfaces. Clearly, he was about as over her as she was of him.
They really should talk before getting down to business, even if Rey’s natural instinct was to avoid all possibility of rejection. It was clear there was still something between them, that she hadn’t completely ruined everything. But before she could summon the courage to say anything, Ben was flipping her onto the bed and hauling her close to the edge.
Shrugging off her crossbody purse, which only housed her phone, her keys, a slim wallet, and red lipstick, Rey hurriedly tossed it aside. The only distraction she needed tonight was Ben Solo.
Responding to her eagerness, Ben’s hands cupped the underside of her knees, stretching and bending her legs backward like the photo she had gotten off to a week ago. “Ben,” she whispered unsteadily, the position blatantly exposing her core to his needy gaze.
He looked down at her, sprawled in her green and yellow cheerleader uniform and blonde wig, already flushed and dripping. “I don’t think I can be gentle, the first time.”
“The first time?” She licked her lips. “Okay.”
“Can I fuck you in your costume?”
“Please,” she said enthusiastically, reaching for him.
But Ben captured her wrists and placed them above her head on the coverlet. “No, don’t move. I want to taste you first.”
Rey shook her head, so slick from anticipation that she was already primed to go. “I don’t need–”
“I do.” His eyes were saying incredible things, bright and imploring, wanting, loving…
Rey relaxed on the bed, clasping her fingers together where they still rested above her head. “You can do whatever you want to me, Ben.”
She saw the exact millisecond he snapped, the switch in his brain flipping from considerate lover to voracious demon, and it was exhilarating.
Prying her legs further apart to accommodate the width of his shoulders, Ben kneeled on the floor, pulled her close, and jammed his tongue so far inside her that stars burst behind her eyes. This was what she had been missing, what her stubbornness had denied her for weeks and weeks. The instant connection, the burning desire, the overwhelming pleasure only Ben Solo could rend from her body.
Why had she broken up with him again? With someone who loved her to distraction? Someone who took care of her every need and allowed her to reciprocate without measure?
Surely she wasn’t stupid enough to lose the man she loved because of a few silly hang-ups. They could work through them, maybe have a nice, long engagement to get her used to the idea. They didn't have to get married tomorrow, just the promise of commitment was enough. Somehow it all seemed so clear now when it had been murky before.
“Ben, Ben, Ben,” she chanted as he switched angles, distracting her from serious thought.
He growled in response, nipping gently at her clitoris in time with the languid stokes of his tongue. She tried to grind her pussy into his intimate kiss, but he wouldn’t be rushed. Gripping her thighs tighter, he forced her lower body to remain still, single-minded in his pursuit of pleasure. Nobody ate pussy like Ben Solo.
“Ben! Yes! Right there!”
He zeroed in on the spot that had her screaming, stirring her bundle of nerves until tears were streaming down her cheeks from pleasure so intense it boarded on pain. And then she was coming, gushing fluid into his waiting mouth, straining and whimpering while he held her captive.
What felt like an eternity later, she felt him shifting her body on the bed, tilting her pelvis upward to take him. “Ben?” she whispered, utterly boneless, ready and willing for anything.
“I need to be inside you. Right now.” His face was fierce, and the rocker costume he was still mostly wearing only increased her desire.
She’d always wanted to roleplay in bed with him but had been too shy to suggest it. But now, with his pants pulled down just enough to free his pulsating need, Rey knew he would be willing to try anything she wanted.
“I need you inside me,” she echoed, reaching for him again.
He went into her arms willingly this time, planting a knee on the bed for leverage before sinking into her warmth in one smooth motion. They both groaned as he penetrated her, the feeling of completeness bringing more tears to Rey’s eyes.
“Sweetheart,” he murmured, sipping the salty stains off her cheeks, “what’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” she sniffed. “Everything is incredibly right.”
Ben rewarded her words by kissing her upturned mouth in long, drugging pulls, sucking on her tongue until she was moaning harshly again. “I love the way you sound when I make love to you.”
“Ben,” she sighed, wrapping her legs around his waist, wanting to trap him inside her body forever.
His mouth trailed down her cheek to her neck before meeting the edge of her shirt. Huffing at the barricade, he pushed the cheer top and her favorite lacy bralette up to her chin to gain access to her breasts. Ben dipped to capture a stiff nipple and her back arched of its own accord, pushing her small breast halfway into his mouth and choking him a little.
“Bad girl,” he admonished, lightly biting her tip in playful retaliation, but she found the pressure to be oddly arousing.
“Ben! Oh–I really like that! Bite me again!” He laughed, delighted by her enthusiasm, and did as she asked. “Ah! That feels so good! Ben!”
He went to work on her then, biting and sucking at every piece of flesh he could get his lips on, tunneling his thick cock into her over and over again, reaching for an explosive completion that they could only achieve together.
“Fuck,” he said, still pumping hard. “Rey, I forgot to put on a condom. I’m sorry, let me–”
“No! Don’t you dare!” She locked her ankles together to prevent him from pulling out.
His pace faltered, but when she squeezed her internal muscles hard around him, Ben’s hips snapped back into rapid action. “Ah! God, Rey! Are–are you sure, baby? I want to protect you.”
“I haven’t been with anyone else and neither have you!” she gasped, so close to coming again she could taste it. “I’m still on the pill, I never stopped taking it in case…” Ben did stop then and the sudden lack of friction was unbearable. “Ben, please!”
“In case what?” He held her down when she tried to lift her hips. “Tell me.”
“In case you called!” she shouted. “In case you still wanted me after–after what I did.”
He was quiet for a moment before picking up the pace again, pistoning his hips like he wanted to brand her. “Okay, but now I’m definitely going to make a mess all over your pretty costume.”
True to his word, Ben exploded inside her a minute later as she clenched hard around him, his release dripping all over her pleated skirt where it was crushed beneath her hips. As he collapsed on top of her, she made a cursory effort to say something romantic, to tease him about his desire for her, but the mind-blowing orgasm she’d just experienced left her mentally and physically depleted.
Instead, she simply cuddled his dark head to her breast and murmured a weak, “Happy Halloween!” as his heavy body pressed hers into the mattress.
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Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?
Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?
Seein' you tonight, it's a bad idea, right?
Seein' you tonight, fuck it, it's fine
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A/N: I had a great time deciding what to make all the characters be for Halloween. I love dressing up for conventions all year, so cosplay is never far from my thoughts 💃 Check back tomorrow for Part III!
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