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ladyinwriting18 · 5 months

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Return (Rey x Ben)

Summary: After his death, Rey longs for the touch of her other half. That is until he comes to her and gives her hope that maybe…..just maybe he's actually alive.

Words: 4195 Warnings: PIV, Virgin Rey, First time sex. Author's Note: Hi everyone this is my first official Reylo writing. I've always enjoyed reading Reylo but never felt confident enough to write it. That is until an artist by the name of Claire (theriseofswolo on twitter) created a beautiful drawing of Rey and Ben that sparked my creativity to the point that I knew I had to write this. I hope you enjoy reading this!

“Rey…..”

Someone is calling her name. But she doesn’t feel like answering. “Rey?”

She groans, irritated that someone would try and disturb her sleep. “Can you hear me?”No. Well technically she could, but she didn’t want to. All she wants is to stay curled up in her bed. She had been restless for hours, like every other night. No amount of tossing and turning could bring her comfort. So now that the blissful oblivion that is sleep finally has finally taken her, she doesn’t like being bothered. This has been her life since settling on Tatooine. She’s able to keep herself busy during the day, but at night? That’s when loneliness creeps in. Slowly and inconspicuously, like a spider crawling along its web. “Rey, are you there?”

She had already said ‘No’. Because waking up now would mean another night awake with a pain reminiscent of her heart being chipped away at. Piece by piece until there’s nothing but an empty hole. She whimpers at the memory. Not wanting to experience that type of pain ever again. But this is her life now. This is what it feels like without her dyad…her other half. Without Ben. “Sweetheart, I need you to hear me.”

Her eyes flutter open then because no one has ever called her that before, and the only person who she’s imagined calling her that is— “Ben?” She turns over and finds him kneeling beside her.

But she is no longer in her bed and they aren’t in her bedroom. Around them is nothing but darkness. Except…it’s not the type of bleak darkness. There’s a glow…a warmth. As if the moon is bathing them in her light. But there is no moon or sky for that matter. In fact, there isn’t even a floor. Ripples of light fan out from where Ben crouches, giving the appearance that he’s sitting atop a pool of water. That’s when she notices that he isn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. “I’m dreaming,” she states, because this wouldn’t be the first time she’s seen him in dreams.

Like her own personal tormentor, her mind has a nasty habit of conjuring him when she’s at her most vulnerable. The sound of his voice, a flash of him from the corner of her eye, or fantasies where his life force hadn’t faded away on Exegol. But Ben shakes his head, looking far too beautiful for someone who had died bloody and bruised. “It’s not a dream, Rey. It…It feels like how it used to. When the Force would connect us.”

She slowly sits up, moving a fraction of an inch closer, and notices how he shifts to close his legs a bit more for modesty. He suddenly seems painfully aware of his nudity, but Rey is too entranced with the feeling of simply being here with him. He’s right. This feels like when the Force started bringing them together while she was on Luke’s island. Except, now they’ve been through so much–both together and separately. “But how is that possible? I watched you die…I felt it.” She grabs the front of her shirt, right above her heart, sounding pained. But before Ben can respond, her eyes shift back to his. “Are…are you real?” His brows furrow slightly, and he looks down at his hand as if to study it. “I suppose…” If he wanted to say more, she doesn’t give him the chance, because she’s throwing herself into his arms. There’s only one way to find out, and this is it. She buries herself into his chest—finding him solid and warm. His arms come around her, holding her steady as he plants his foot to keep them from toppling over. A strangled sob leaves her. “I can touch you! You’re here.” She cups the side of his face, threading her fingers through his hair. They brush against his ear, his—as she just found out—adorably large ear. Tears blur her vision. “You’re really here.” Realization crashes over them and quickly turns into emotions. Raw, powerful emotions that have them both groping at one another. Her hands grip his face and shoulders, while his own cradle the back of her head and spine. “I feel you,” he gasps, his own eyes starting to water. “Stars, I can really feel you.” And then they’re kissing so hard that their tears begin to mingle, but neither of them cares. Not when they feel undeniably whole. All the jagged pieces within them soften and dull until they slip together like puzzle pieces. Everything feels right. No more sadness. No more pain. No more longing. It’s just them. The way it was always meant to be, even before they knew one another’s names. Rey isn’t sure how, but somehow in the midst of their kissing, they had shifted. She’s lying on her back now, with him leaning over her to the point that she’s trapped beneath him. She can feel every inch of his muscular frame pressed against hers, but it isn’t enough…she needs more.

Pulling at his broad shoulders, she coaxes him to rest his full weight on her. He hesitates and she huffs, tugging firmer until he gives in. There can be no separation between them. Not now or ever again. She wouldn’t go back to the numbing bleakness that she’d been living in since defeating Palpatine. Their mouths slant over one another's, deepening the kiss. She feels the tip of his tongue glide along her bottom lip, causing a moan to slip out. He answers her moan with one of his own, except it’s deeper and hungrier. It makes her shiver and her hips involuntarily buck. That’s when she feels something hard pulse against her thigh. Her eyes dart downwards and catch a glimpse of his member. It’s long and thick with trimmed black curls at the base. And though Rey has never seen one up close…or really at all. She’s overheard Poe enough times to know that when a man hardens like that, it’s because he wants to have sex.

Ben Solo wants to have sex with her. Her heart pounds in her breastbone like the steady beat of a drum. She knows she wants this because there’s no one else she feels she’s meant to be with. However, that doesn’t rid her of her anxieties.

She needs to tell him that this is her first time or else she risks making a fool of herself. She doesn’t want that. She wants her first time to be perfect. He’s still kissing her, lost in tasting her mouth with his tongue. She can already feel a wetness pooling between her legs at the skillful way he moves his tongue. It’s near impossible to break away but she knows she has to.

“B-Ben,” she tries to hide the tremble of her words and her blush-stained cheeks. “I’ve…never done this before.” “Do you want to stop?” he asks immediately. “No!” she shouts back, effectively shutting him up. Embarrassed, she clears her throat and lowers her voice. “I don’t want to stop. I want to be close to you…As close as I possibly can be.” His dark eyes seem to soften as a small smile tugs at his mouth. “I want that too, more than anything.” She tries to not let her inexperience show, even though she’s already admitted the truth. “Will…Can you teach me?” A chuckle bubbles up from his chest, momentarily upsetting her. Is he laughing at her? But he chases those worries away when he nuzzles the tip of his nose against hers and then places a kiss on her forehead. “Of course, Sweetheart.” That name again. It has her toes curling.

She’d do anything to hear him call her that again. His fingers tug at the hem of her nightshirt, instantly refocusing her attention. He undresses her slowly, admiring every bit of newly exposed skin. Anytime she tries to help, he shoos her hands away. “This is my job tonight,” he whispers just before leaving a delicate kiss on her right nipple. His lips are so full that she finds herself wondering how they would feel kissing all of her. With his knee, he nudges her legs apart so his fingertips can trace along her belly before traveling further until they reach the dark nest of hair that lay between her thighs. She watches his every move with wide eyes. “Do you know what this is called?” he asks lustfully before moving his hand to his own body and gently gripping himself at the base. “And this?” Heat burns her cheeks all the way down to the tops of her breasts. “Of course I do!” she snaps. “I’m not an idiot!”

His features harden. “Do not call yourself that, do you understand me?” His tone is stern, sounding more like he did when he went by the name Kylo Ren. It gives her pause, but in this context, also excites her. When she doesn’t argue, he relaxes. “I wasn’t saying you’re an idiot. I was only trying to see if I could ask you my next question.” “Which is?” He meets her gaze, looking rather smug. “Do you know what happens between a man and a woman? How they become one?”

Not wanting to lose her nerve, she attempts to answer, “They…You…put yourself inside.” “That’s right.” He grins as he praises her. “And then what?” Rey swears her entire face is redder than the Tatooine suns. “Go on, Sweetheart,” he croons. “Say it.”

“I…” He must sense that her uncertainty is getting the better of her because he finishes for her. “I fuck you until you cum for me.” Her throat has gone dry so she merely nods. “Is that what you want, Rey?” Something tells her that nodding won’t be enough for him. “Y-Yes…And I…I want to know how to make you feel good too.” “Shhhh,” he soothes while smoothing down her hair, “Don’t worry so much about that. Whatever brings you pleasure will do the same for me.” She nods, willing herself to believe him. “Will…Will it hurt?” Refusing to lie to her, he answers honestly, “It might. The first time usually does for women, but I’m going to take care of you and I’ll stop the moment you need me to.” She nods again, and Ben brings his hand back between her legs. “Do you trust me?” “More than anything,” she responds without hesitation. No sooner than the words leave her lips does he cup her sex in his palm. His fingers spread her open, gliding through her folds. “Shit,” he curses breathlessly. “You’re already starting to get wet.” “Is that a good thing?” she can’t help but ask. He kisses her with a nod of his head. “It means you're aroused. It’s your body’s way of getting ready to–” “Take you inside?” she tries finishing for him. The words sound rather juvenile to her, but from the hunger in Ben’s eyes, he very much enjoyed hearing her say it. His fingers brush against that sensitive bud that Rey has only ever accidentally touched. She gasps, feeling her legs unconsciously open wider. He repeats the action and her head falls back onto the floor with a soft thud. “Have you ever touched yourself here? Have you made yourself cum before?” The light touches turn into slightly firmer circles and she swears she can see stars. She tries answering both of his questions at the same time even though all she wants to do is moan. “N-No, never. Not on purpose. And it…it never felt like this.” She’s very aware that she isn’t making sense, so instead she sends her thoughts through their bond. No, she’s never made herself cum before. She’s only ever touched herself accidentally or out of curiosity. But his touch? His touch feels different. He cocks his head to the side. “Different how?” She had been praying that he wouldn’t ask her to explain, but of course, he does anyway. “Feels…better. Your fingers feel better.” The cocky grin tugs at the corners of his mouth, reminding her of Han. He’s more like his father than he could possibly know. His fingers pick up their tempo, rubbing her harder and faster until she’s bucking up into his touch. “That’s it, just like that,” he praises, keeping her caged beneath him no matter how hard she thrashes. “I can feel your clit pulsing against my fingertips. Are you going to cum, Sweetheart?” “I don’t know!” she sobs, her hands gripping his biceps hard enough that her nails leave half-moon imprints behind. “Hmm, let me try this,” he muses, more to himself than to her, but all the same, he shifts the position of his fingers—leaving his thumb on her clit and the rest of his fingers down by her opening. She feels every nerve ending on her body sparking like an electrical wire when one of his fingers slips inside of her. His digit is thick and long just like the rest of him. It feels good but she tenses when she realizes he’s inside. “Shhhh, Rey. It’s alright. You’re alright. I’m going to go as slow as you need me to.” She hadn’t realized that she had shut her eyes, so she opens them and finds Ben smiling down at her. “That’s better. Now, take a deep breath with me.” He doesn’t wait for a response, just demonstrates how he wants her to breathe. This doesn’t seem like the time to argue, so she follows his instructions. Breathe in. Hold it. Count to five. And release. Somehow that pause was all she needed to bring her focus back on the pleasure. She looks at him and gives him a small nod for him to continue. He moves his finger in and out of her depths slowly. So slowly that she almost feels impatient, but he clearly has more experience with this than she does.

The thought causes a crease to form in her brow. However, Ben is there to kiss it away. “Don’t think about that, because they were never who I needed…They were never you.” Tears prickle at her eyes but she doesn’t want to cry again. She links her arm around the back of his neck, pulling him back to her and kissing him as she tells him not to stop. Eagerly, he returns her kiss and resumes the movement of his finger. He works it in and out of her, gradually picking up the pace. She starts making the lewdest, whiniest noises she’s ever heard. She’d be worried about sounding pathetic if he wasn’t rolling his hips into her thigh in an attempt to gain relief from his ever-growing erection. Doing this with him feels filthy, and yet…so right. Like this had always been where she was meant to be. “Can you take another finger for me, Sweetheart?” She’s already a babbling mess so she mumbles out an ‘uh-huh’ and a second finger enters her, filling her up and stretching her out. She wonders if it should hurt, but it doesn’t. Especially not when his thumb keeps its attention on her clit. Her mouth falls open into a tiny ‘o’ and her body trembles while more heat continues to pool and drip out of her. “You’re beautiful. I could watch you like this forever.” Rey shakes her head ‘No’. She’s never thought much about her looks one way or the other, but beautiful? That’s not a word she’s ever used to describe herself. “You are, Rey. So fucking beautiful and all mine.” That part she can agree with. She is his. All of her. Just like he is hers. Desperately, she tries to say that out loud but it’s too difficult forming words when there’s an unfamiliar pressure building up in her lower belly. She whines his name, dragging out the letters in a desperate attempt to get him to understand her needs. He presses his lips to her temple. “I think someone is about to have their first orgasm.” She shakes her head ‘No’, not wanting this to be how it happens. “Together. W-Want to cum together.” Ben smiles wide enough to show his teeth and lovingly whispers, “We can and we will, but let yourself cum like this first.” “No, not yet.” He’s clearly trying to be patient with her. “Rey, women can cum more than once. It’s alright–” But she cuts him off with another defiant shake of her head. “Together, I want it to happen together!” He gives in with a playful huff. “I almost forgot how stubborn you can be.” She’s tempted to debate him on that, but the words die on her tongue when his hand is replaced with his torso settling between her thighs. It was happening—they were about to become one. She’s never felt more excited and anxious all at once. Sensing her emotions, Ben runs his hands along the sides of her body. “I feel it too.” She chuckles at his choice of words, recognizing them from the first time they met. Guiding the tip of his length to her slit, he breathes in deep to keep in control. As much as he didn’t want to cause her pain, the ache in his balls makes him want to bury himself in deep. “If I hurt you, I need you to tell me the moment it becomes too much, do you understand?” “I understand, but you won’t hurt me, Ben. I trust you.” Hearing this renews his confidence. No matter what happened next, he would be here to take care of her. As carefully as he possibly can, he pushes into her. Her walls are slick from being so close to her peak, but still, her face contorts in pain once he’s almost fully inside of her. Ben stops his movements, allowing her to adjust to his size. He can’t deny how challenging it is to not ram himself into her at full force. She swallowed him up, urging him to fill her with cum.

He focuses on steadily breathing through his nose, holding eye contact as he slowly inches out–watching her face for any signs of discomfort. He works on sliding in and out with slow, calm thrusts. The resistance of her inner walls starts to lessen. That is until he presses forward—entering her deeper than before. She winces, making a strangled-sounding noise in the back of her throat.

Ben’s breathing is ragged…uneven. He would do this right. He would take care of her. “Are you alright?”

She responds with a high-pitched, ‘Mhmm’, and he knows she’s lying. He stops moving altogether and cups the side of her face. Closing his eyes, he sends soothing tendrils of the Force through her, minimizing her sensation of pain so that she doesn’t have to suffer. Within moments, her face relaxes. “Better?” he asks and she silently nods in amazement. He tests the waters by cautiously thrusting his hips into hers and is relieved when she sighs in pleasure. It isn’t long until those sighs turn into moans as she holds tightly to his shoulders. He feels her legs shifting on either side of him, opening up for him like a flower in bloom. “Go on, wrap your legs around me.” His permission has her feeling bold so she brings her legs up, interlocking her ankles behind his back. The new position has the tip of him brushing some magical part inside of her that makes her feel like she’s soaring and choking all at the same time.

“Fuck,” he swears with a slight tremble in his voice. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock.” She’d never heard it called that before, but Stars did it sound good when he said it like that. She whines his name, begging for more once she has his attention. He moves his hand between their bodies and finds her clit again. “B-Ben! F-Feels good. I–” She can’t continue because her eyes are falling closed and her breaths are coming out in shallow gasps.

Behind her eyes, colors splash together in a messy portrait that depicts every action that has led them to this moment. It’s overwhelming to the point that she thinks she might cry, but Ben’s hand slides along her cheek. “Sweetheart, look at me.” She does and finds him breathless, panting above her with sweat beading along his brow and his hair disheveled. He looks wild…needy…and all hers. “I love you, Rey.” Her heart swells and fresh tears roll down her cheeks. “I love you too. L-Love you so much.” Her words spur him on, he grips her hip in his hand, hard enough to leave markings of his fingertips behind, and picks up the pace of his thrusts. “N-Need you to cum. I need to feel it.” He doesn’t have to beg for her to hear his plea. She nods, the pressure in her stomach from earlier returning. It’s all too much and yet not enough. Is this what cumming felt like? “I…I feel like I might b-break!” she cries out, unsure, but unable to stop her body's natural reaction. Ben groans, head tilting back for just a moment at the feeling of her clenching even tighter around his cock. He’s so close, just at the very edge, but he wouldn’t fall into oblivion. Not without his Rey. “Yes. F-Fuck yes, just like that. Just let go and let yourself cum.” Her back arches off the floor and her cries go quiet. “Cum for me sweet girl.” Then comes the unfiltered and unrestrained song of her orgasm.

Trembling, pure, and breathtaking. The sheer beauty of it sends Ben over the edge, cumming with a shout of her name and emptying himself inside of her. He can’t remember the last time he came so hard. Maybe it was never. Maybe only Rey could make him cum like this. Together they rock through their aftershocks, clinging on tightly to one another as they refill their lungs with enough air to function. When he no longer feels like a newborn fathier, Ben detangles himself from her and lays down on his side. Rey turns over to face him, coyishly biting her bottom lip. “Hi.” He hums, slinging his arm over her waist and hauling her to him. “Hi there, beautiful.” This time when he calls her beautiful, she blushes, burrowing herself into his muscular body. “That was…” She struggles to find the right word to describe what they’d just done. She tilts her head up, chin resting on his chest, and says the only word she can think of, “Wonderful.” He grins smugly, brushing his lips against hers before huskily whispering, “You can say that again.” Rey giggles. She’s never been flirted with before, least of all by the former Supreme Leader. She decides that she likes this new side of him and snakes her arms around his middle for a hug. He hugs her right back, shifting a bit so he’s on his back and she can use him as a pillow. With her ear placed over his heart and Ben’s fingers running along her spine, it isn’t long before exhaustion creeps into her limbs. She stifles a yawn but there’s no use trying to hide from her dyad. “Sweetheart, I can sense how tired you are. Why won’t you let yourself sleep?” She forces herself to lift her head and shakes it, hysteria overtaking her thoughts. “I can’t! Ben, what if when I wake up, you’re gone again? What if this is a dream?” He firmly takes her face in his hands so she can’t look away. “It isn’t a dream. I’m here, Rey. Do you—” But his voice goes mute. His lips move but no sound comes. “Ben? W-What’s happening?” Rey watches in horror, feeling him slipping from her. His form is fading and so is hers. He realizes it too and frantically tries to hold onto her. “No! Don’t go! Please don’t leave me again!” She goes to grab his shoulders but her fingers touch nothing but air. “Don’t, Ben! Please! Come back!” Rey bolts upwards and finds herself back in her own bed. Alone. Sobs wrack her slender frame before she has time to even fully process anything. She cries like a child who’s lost their mother with hot, heavy tears that stain the blanket in her lap. How could she have been so stupid to think that Ben had actually found his way back to her? She goes to pull her knees to her chest but is greeted with a throbbing soreness from between her legs. Lowering the blankets, she not only finds that she’s naked, but there is a bit of dry blood on the sheets below her. How could that be? Her eyes dart around, looking for any other sign of him but all she finds is a newly forming bruise on her hip. One that distinctly looks like someone’s hand had been there. Ben’s hand.

He had touched her.

It had been real.

Rey turns her head to her bedroom window and looks at the rising Tatooine suns with a new sense of purpose.

It was time to go and find her other half so she could bring him home.

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thesirenbanshee · 3 months

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Happy New Year to my Reylo fam! “Chapter 13” is up, featuring more smut! 🥳🔥

TITLE: Her Dark Prince

RATING: Explicit

SUMMARY:

“Ben Solo is no more; he was destroyed years ago when his uncle tried to kill him with a lightsaber. Now his name is Kylo Ren and he serves his Dark master, Snoke, to vanquish the galaxy. Everyone around him fears him . . . except for his sweet little ward, Rey. The young girl is all he cares for, all he fights to protect. But why did he have that surreal dream that she kissed him?”

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cocotierz · 7 months

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A catalog of all my completed and ongoing fics. These are all explicit, please check ratings and tags.

reylo

oneshots

all the right reasons

Rey Palpatine has a big crush on Professor Solo. When she leaves her diary behind after wasting his office hour, Ben sees just how much he has to teach her.

baby blues

Rey becomes pregnant after a one-night stand. Ben decides to do the honourable thing.

rain on me

The state of California has put restrictions on water usage per household due to drought but Rey’s roommate Ben has a solution. What’s some platonic co-showering between friends?

signals crossing

It's a lot easier to accidentally chrome cast porn to your neighbours TV than one would like

loving you is cherry pie

Rey Niima knows for a fact her pies are nothing short of delectable. So why is it that neighboring criminal defense attorney and resident asshole Ben Solo keeps ordering slices just to pick at it without taking so much as a bite?

don't let it stop

Ben and Rey are no strangers to competition, so when Ben proposes they see who can resist the other for the longest, they both get extremely creative to make the other break.

multichapter - completed

sign of the times

Fifteen-year-old Rey Niima can’t stand her neighbour Ben Solo. So you can imagine her surprise when she wakes up fifteen years in the future in bed with him — especially when he is calling himself her husband.

delivered

The guy Rey hooked up with at that frat party is turning out to be weird, pushy, with no respect for boundaries. And yet…

ask for more

Rey is single and wants Ben as her Alpha. Ben is hung up on some nameless Omega. They make a mutually beneficial and strictly platonic arrangement.

talk to me boy

In which Rey is a romance author, Ben is her editor, and Rey needs help with a sex scene.

multichapter - wip

queen of disaster

Crown Princess Regina and First Son of the United States Benjamin Solo hate each other. Fate, it seems, has other plans.

once upon a dream

Rey and her virgin sisters live and dance by the lakes, giving offerings to the gods. That is until the demon prince Kylo Ren takes a liking to her and steals her away to the underworld, to be his wife.

cool about it

Rey treats her dms with a list actor Ben Solo like a diary of sorts, sending him rants, memes, nudes, and recipes. It’s not like he’ll ever see it…right?

playing house

Rey Niima became an au pair in order to sightsee and improve her French. She did not become an au pair to pine after her brooding host and grow attached to his adorable daughter.

series

loser ben

drive through

Sixteen-year-old Ben Solo isn't used to pretty, kind of scary girls climbing on top of him and taking what they want - that is until he meets Rey.

video games

Rey really wants the snail Squishmallow at the arcade. She also really wants to suck her boyfriends cock.

migwen

oneshots

if you're seeking heaven (then you want to come and get it)

The girl next door is loud and arrogant and only a couple months into legal territory. Miguel shouldn’t be wanting to fuck her like some starved old man.

#reylo #reylo ao3 #reylo fanfic #masterlist #fanfic matserlist #reylo smut #kylo ren #ben solo #ben x rey #rey of jakku #rey niima #rey star wars #migwen #miguel o'hara #gwen stacy #ghost fang #smut #cocotierz

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srorgana1 · 9 months

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Invocation

Paring: Vampire Kylo/Hunter Rey

Warnings: Dark Themes (apporaching Dead Dove, you have been warned), Supernatural/Paranormal, Blood, Violence, Gore, Death, NSFW 18+, Sexual Content, Psychological and Physical Torture, Kidnapping, Hatred towards organized religion, Pain, Major/Minor character death/injury, Demonic Possession

Chapter One

“Another” he says as he stares out the frosted window. The goblet is quickly refilled by deft hands. He doesn’t need to look at them to know they have bowed in his direction and scampered away. He sighs as he lifts his glass, allowing the warm liquid to run down his dry throat.

He can feel it working already. The life force rejuvenating his own. He can taste their joys and fears within as he savors it like notes of a fine wine. This man got too close. Wrong place at the wrong time. He had to be taken out not to raise suspicion among the working class. It couldn’t be known he was one of the monsters they feared above all.

He sighed again, placing the empty goblet down and began to pace. He was bored. He undid his tie and placed it on the side of his desk, his phone and tablet alight with notifications and emails. He shook his head, already annoyed at himself for letting his head of household be off for a week.

He paces to the large marble fireplace, the flames warming his cold dead bones. Staring into the fire, he takes off his ring playing with it idly as he tries to think. What has he done wrong to feel this way?

The emptiness is gnawing at him like a disease. He has everything he could ever want. He has enough land and wealth that he doesn't have to lift a finger for at least another 400 years or at least until the current banking system changes again.

But therein lies the problem. If he were any other man he would be content, but his warrior blood calls for action. He can sate it with a hunt or two but it comes back even faster still. He has been stagnant for too long.

He pulls at his long raven locks in frustration. He will not let himself rot in luxury like others he knows. They sit on their various thrones of power, getting fat and lax, wholly consumed by vapid worldly pleasures. He has seen it over and over. They ascent, they indulge, they wallow, they die. Over and over again.

Lucky for those unfortunate souls, they get to move on. He is not so lucky. He was cursed to walk this plane for eternity, never able to move on - forced to watch this miserable world shift and change. He curses himself once again for being so naïve in his youth.

He hears the sound of wood cracking which pulls him from his spiraling thoughts. He looks to see his hand gripping the decorative arm of a Rococo style armchair as it splinters in his grasp.

He lets go and unclenches his other fist. The symbol of his choice and curse glints up at him, unblemished even after being assaulted by his supernatural strength. Placing the ring back on his finger, he sulks to his desk relegating himself to his fate for the evening.

He quickly sends emails and finalizes payroll as the snow falls harder. Even though his castle has all the modern luxuries, he prefers to work like in the old times. The amber light from the candles and fireplace flicker in the darkness as he ignores emails from The Council, delating them instantly. He moves onto his physical mail, surprised to see a letter from a long time associate. His eyes alight as he reads the words.

…There have been rumors within the community of a rise of another Hunter organization. AXS has claimed they have heard of similar disappearances in some of the other affiliated groups but The Council has not confirmed this, but you know how secretive they are. I fear this could be related to recent political changes and the acknowledgement of the existence of our kind…

Interesting. There hasn’t been a legit Hunter organization since the Catholic Church’s last attempt in what was it…16th or 17th century? He smiles at the memory of him and the others infiltrating and taking them down from the inside. He can hear the echoes of the screams and useless prayers as the Devil’s Elite took them out one by one.

Yes, this may be what he was searching for. One last adventure before he relegates himself to the life before him. He rings for his butler for a carafe of his finest Bordeaux as he dips his pen into the inkwell.

Vicrul,

This sounds intriguing. I will prepare to travel to assist in your investigation.

Kylo Ren

He smiles as he focuses, the paper disappearing from his hands as the butler arrives. “Call Huxley to return” he says “I have received a notice that needs attending to.” The man nods as he finishes pouring the wine. “Will do sir”. He can feel something stirring within as he takes a sip. Oh yes, this will be a grand adventure indeed.

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buffshipper8490 · 3 months

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General Leia Organa asks old ally Lando Calrissian to use his connections to help the Resistance...

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On the bridge of the Skywalker, Leia Organa looked out into the black expanse of space.

So much had gone wrong in so little time.

The message had dropped. They’d lost contact with Finn and Rose. Not to mention Poe, Chewie, and Rey. As she searched the Force for answers, she sensed overwhelming sadness and anger there.

Distantly, she heard Connix’s voice breaking through the fog. “General?”

“General?” came Connix’s voice again, Leia finally turning to face her. “We’ve been at the rendezvous for hours. I think this is all that’s coming.”

Leia’s shoulders slumped and she let out a heavy sigh.

A few freighters and a handful of glorified pirates, that’s all General Leia Organa could command from the galaxy these days.

In the dark days since Crait, they’d learned that the First Order had been pursuing their sympathizers, restricting and blockading communications, cutting off supply lines, capturing or even assassinating allies. In short, no one had answered the call from Crait because very few had even heard it.

Leia had spent the past almost two years reestablishing contact with old allies, calling in favors, recruiting everyone sympathetic to their cause. She sent two of her best on a suicide mission in the heart of enemy territory to put out a message through a peice of ancient hardware that they didn’t even know would still work on the off-chance that the galaxy would finally hear them.

And once again, her pleas fell on deaf ears. All these years, all this time. All for nothing.

Leia felt herself go back to that dark day on Crait. She’d thought the spark of hope had died. She remembered sitting down in the old rebel outpost, exhausted, out of options, while the First Order deployed a siege cannon that would make short work of the armored hangar doors. They were all going to die, and the Resistance with them.

And then her brother had appeared. Luke had distracted the First Order long enough for them all to escape, and their small remnant had survived to carry on the fight.

And carry on the fight she still would.

She turned to Connix, her mind made up. “Prepare an Imperial shuttle. I’ll need valid code clearance.”

“But we’re lightyears from—” Seeing the look on Leia’s face, Connix cut off abruptly. “Yes, General.”

Leia watched her scurry away, chuckling to herself. Well, at least she could still scare the young ones.

But her good humor was short-lived, Leia sighing a second later as she removed the General’s bars from her vest. Maybe Rose would want them. She collected them, after all. That is, if she was still alive.

Leia had a long cloak draped over the back of a chair for the excursion ahead.

She put it on and pulled the hood up over her hair, hiding her distinctive Alderaanean braids from view.

"Leia,” came a familiar voice, that was neither inside her head nor without. The voice belonging to the man who inspired the name of the ship she was standing in.

"I was just thinking about you." Leia responded, like it was just a part of an ongoing conversation. Which, she supposed, it was. It just so happened that one of the parties was dead.

"He's in pain," Luke Skywalker said, voice grave. He was always so damn grave these days. Sometimes she missed the optimistic farm boy he’d once been.

“I feel it, too," Leia replied. Her son was always in pain, and it tore her apart inside.

Suddenly, she felt her brother’s presence next to her, as real and vibrant as when he’d been alive. She turned to face his slightly glowing form.

“If he succeeds in bringing back the Sith, he’ll become more powerful than our father,” warned Luke.

“So will she,” countered Leia. "She's gotten so much stronger already."

Luke waved her off. “She feels too much. Love. Anger."

“Don’t we all?” Leia shot back, her temper flaring. "Even the high and mighty Luke Skywalker himself was not immune to the base emotions that afflict us mere mortals."

Luke gave her a pointed look. “This is why the Jedi live in isolation. The pain of loss only leads to the Dark Side."

“I’ve lost everything and everyone," Leia declared, stone-faced. "And I’d still choose to love.”

She looked at her brother, his familiar face. Let herself miss him for the first time in ages. It was dangerous territory. Her grief was deep and thick and tangled, honed over years and losses and all too easy to lose herself in if she let it.

But today wouldn’t be that day. There was a war to win and a galaxy to save, and she wouldn’t rest until she’d done every last thing in her power to bring about a victory.

Luke was watching her, a look of sadness on his face that mirrored her own. Twins.

“Trust her instincts,” implored Leia. “She may not follow the path of the Jedi, but this time, she’s our only hope.”

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Empire Builders. Ben's Hardware Ch. 3

5.4k / Ben Solo x Rey / ch 1, ch 2

WARNINGS: I8+ mdni. Sexual tension, gaslighting, another woman tries/fails to seduce him, angst, dubcon via uninformed force connection, ben jacks off, unsafe P in V (in force connection). Hardware Store AU explained. Strategic planning humor. Excessive plot. Beta/Star wars consultant: @dark-scape A/N: Written in February 2023. This chapter has far more world building & background than necessary. Like I set up way too much stuff for a miniseries, but I wanted to answer some reader questions. And at least the world is constructed in my head for future use.

Ben opens his eyes and looks around his office. There's a leather couch, a chaise, an end table, a credenza stocked with high-end liquor. It's certainly too high-end for the general manager of a local hardware store, but Ben likes things a certain way, and so do the clientele. He zips up his pants. With Rey, he feels like he's doing nothing wrong. He has his own rules for himself about the force connection, although they continue to evolve.

The first time it happened, it took him by surprise. He felt a familiar tingle in his nose, the same faint tingle he gets when he uses the force. And there she was in her bed. He watched her for a few minutes, growing more and more aroused. Then he gave it a shot - he invited her. And there she was in his house. After that, all she had to do was want him and he could tune in at will.

He may tune into Rey's cute little thoughts about him sometimes, and especially her sexy little thoughts, but he only interacts when he's clearly invited. When she desperately wants him.

In a way, Rey is in control – or, that's what Ben tells himself. If Rey wants something from him sexually, he makes sure she either asks for it or takes it herself. He merely makes suggestions. He opens her eyes to the possibilities. Rey may not understand it, but Ben barely understands it himself. Certainly not well enough to explain it to her. It would be like trying to explain to someone why water is wet or how to breathe. It's not Ben's fault Rey doesn't know she's force sensitive. Most people don't know about the force at all, and they're better off that way.

Ben never had a chance at a normal life. His parents dedicated their lives and his to using their powers for good. He didn't understand why teachers asked what kids wanted to be when they grew up. Did anyone have a choice? Ben even went to the FBI academy at Quantico and started in the Behavioral Analysis Unit. It just . . . Didn't work out. Or, it didn't work out *the way his parents wanted*, to say the least.

His parents' names followed him everywhere. Everyone had this very specific idea of who he was and what he was about before they even met him. Everyone had expectations. His entire career was laid out for him. He'd probably be the director one day. Without the freedom to be his own person, he grew bitter and angsty. It was only once he interacted with the most dangerous criminals that Ben realized the choices he could make.

Ben feels like he's protecting Rey by not cluing her in. The only thing he feels a little guilty for is using a Jedi mind trick on her. It's a little gross in principle, but he was protecting her by making her forget what she saw between him and Hux. Ben works for dangerous people, and Rey is far too curious for her own good. If Rey were to find out the store is funneling supplies to a dangerous criminal organization, it would not only ruin the whole set-up, but her life would be at risk.

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Ben goes back downstairs to the store and passes Hux on the stairs, who's on his way up to the office. Hux asks, "Want me to run those numbers for tomorrow?"

Ben has no idea what Hux is talking about. He sighs, "What's tomorrow?"

Hux looks worried that Ben forgot. "Uh, the retreat, right? Corporate?" He uses finger quotes when he says corporate.

"Fuck me," Ben mutters under his breath. "Yeah. Thanks."

How could he have forgotten? He knows how - Rey is a total distraction. Empire Building's strategic planning retreat - what a joke, but Ben doesn't have a choice. Who plans a retreat a week before Christmas? An organization that considers itself your only family.

Ben wants to get out of it. "Hey, Hux - shouldn't one of us stay here to watch the store?"

"Yup, that's why I'm attending remotely. I'll be here in the office and go down to the store during the breakout sessions."

"Actually, I wouldn't mind staying. You deserve the break," Ben offers.

"Ben, no offense, but you know nothing about running a hardware store. That's why I'm here in the first place."

"It's only two days," Ben says. He's annoyed, but can't really dispute the assertion that he doesn't know what he's doing. He's a hobby carpenter, which used to give him a false sense of handiness, but he's eaten his fair share of humble pie since opening the store. If he had to run any other department besides Wood, he'd be in trouble.

Hux sighs. "Alright, I wasn't supposed to say anything, but you're being honored. You can't skip out."

Honored? That intrigues Ben. He tries not to seem too excited, though. "Whatever," he says. "Yeah, run the numbers, but run them by me before you share anything."

A buzz saw whirrs in the distance as Ben steps back onto the floor of the hardware store. He wants to learn to manage the store himself, he just doesn't want to learn from Hux. He walks by the key-making station and the staff member greets him. He thinks about shadowing the keymaker to learn something new, but he goes to Lumber instead. They're filling an order of custom-length 2"x4"s.

"Want a break? I've got it," Ben says. The woman stops the saw and offers Ben her protective glasses. He takes off his jacket, puts on his apron, and rolls up his sleeves. He pulls on a pair of canvas gloves. He can feel the woman checking out his ass as he bends over to get the first piece of lumbar lined up just right. "15 minute break," he tells her. "You don't have to clock out." She walks off then Ben fires up the saw and cuts the wood.

He's finishing up by the time she comes back. He gives her the goggles back.

Ben puts his jacket back on, collar popped, and goes out to the nursery and picks up the water dispenser. He waters the tropical plant section and inhales the fresh smell of lush foliage mingling in the air with the sawdust from carpentry. He thinks about how much he enjoys the hardware store. He would love to just manage the hardware store one day and have that be his whole job. If only things were that simple.

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The next morning, Ben drives his bulletproof Range Rover with dark tinted windows to the retreat, which is two hours away. He dresses in all black and lays a charcoal blazer in the passenger seat. He pulls up to the hotel at the last possible minute. He opens the glove box and puts his old beat up Glock in the back of his pants. He doesn't carry it all the time. It's truly gnarly, but it works, and it's a family heirloom. It was returned to him from the District Attorney's office after his grandfather died. He puts on his blazer and makes sure the notched Mandarin collar is standing - he doesn’t like his neck exposed. Then, he tosses his keys to the valet

There are two huge guards at the door dressed darkly in plain clothes. Ben knows one of them and gives him knuckles.

There are only a couple dozen people attending but they've branded it like it's some huge event. Ben would prefer to sit with his back to the wall in any given room, but there's a seat reserved for him in the second row. The retreat kicks off with a speech from the Emperor, which is a big deal. No one knows his real name and Ben has never heard of him appearing in public before. He hangs on every word at first, but it's a pretty general speech about the importance of loyalty and how prosperous they are together. Yawn. Then he talks about adversity.

He continues, "As we all know, we had some challenges last year. Now, I don't have anything against journalists - heck, my granddaughter is one - but they tend to stick their noses in places they shouldn't." The crowd murmurs. Ben starts listening closer again

"And it's not like the old days where we can take care of one problem and it just goes away. They've gotten smart. They've gotten digital. Setting up dead man switches and whatnot. Anyway, after the Post article last year, and the boycotts, each of our biggest suppliers suddenly grew a conscience at the same time. Construction came to a total standstill. For two months we built nothing." He lets that linger in silence for a moment, then continues, "Until one of you had an idea." His eyes twinkle as he looks at Ben. A few people quietly cheer. Someone behind Ben pats him on the back and Ben turns his head a little and smiles on acknowledgement but keeps his focus straight ahead.

In truth, Ben saw the Post article coming. The way they were handling their business it felt inevitable. But it would have been a big risk for Ben to try to change how they were doing things. Instead, he started anticipating the fallout and plotting to save the day.

"Ben's Hardware, ladies and gentlemen." He gestures to Ben. "We're back in business." He makes Ben come up to the front and presents him with a ruby signet pinky ring. When he sits back down, Ben sees Hux sends an applause on the Zoom screen behind the speaker podium. Ben's tries not to roll his eyes.

"That was real strategic thinking, and it got us out of a real jam. I want all of you to start thinking strategically. That's why I've brought in a consultant this weekend." He gestures to his right and an attractive young woman stands up. "This is Paige. She's going to get all of you thinking like Ben." She smiles at Ben and he swallows.

Ben wonders how much Paige knows and what's in store for her. This is sloppy. He manages a small smile.

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The first session is a SWOT analysis of Empire Builders. Paige talks through their Strengths, Weaknesses, Opportunities, and Threats. It turns into somewhat of a post mortem of what led to the Post article and boycotts.

Strengths: Reputation, resources.

Weaknesses: Disloyalty, competing priorities

Opportunities: Services. Diversify disposal.

Threats: Attention. Regulation.

This is a load of crap, and Ben is 100% sure Hux is just eating it up, scribbling notes and making stupid plans. He rolls his eyes at the thought. This is worse than a load of crap, he realizes. Nothing good could possibly come from openly strategizing about how to expand this criminal enterprise.

Ben could have walked right into a different crime family and taken his grandfather's seat, but that would have been the easy road, and he wouldn't have been met with true respect. He knew he was capable of sitting at any table he wanted, and chose a different family. A rival family. He's climbing from the ground up by merit. He whacks off a bad egg here and there, but he builds his reputation with brains more than brawn. He's bringing the family into the 21st century.

As part of his plan to make himself indispensable, Ben shared one of his many good ideas - the hardware store. He shared just enough to climb one more rung on the ladder, and now they want all these goons bumbling around trying to bring something fresh to the table? He would hate for this family to implode before he has a chance to destroy it himself and build his own dynasty.

In the SWOT session, they discuss some of the points together, but it's awkward because no one knows how much Paige knows about the organization or when she's supposed to get whacked. They keep trying to be vague, but they're really conspicuous about it. Ben tries to peer into Paige's inner world to find out how much she knows, but he realizes he can't see anything at all, much less read her thoughts. He wants to test a hypothesis that the sexual attraction and tension with Rey is what's creating their connection.

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They take a break and Ben takes off his blazer. He leaves it on his seat and goes to the bathroom. He looks in the mirror as he washes his huge hands, then he unbuttons two buttons and rolls up his sleeves. He feels kind of slutty doing this, but in a hot way, if he's honest. He runs his long fingers through his dark hair and swallows. When he sees his Adam's apple in the reflection he remembers his most powerful weapon. He should've made an acceptance speech.

Before they get back from break, Ben approaches Paige with a twinkle in his eye. He talks about nothing. He uses the lingo. He gesticulates with his massive hands and shifts his weight flirtatiously as they talk. He flashes his charming smile and compliments her on the dumb SWOT analysis. He tries to keep talking. He crosses his arms and watches her eyes drift to his forearms. When it's time to re-start the session, he heads back to his seat and glances back. She's definitely checking out his ass.

"What do we mean by 'diversify disposal'," someone asks, and Paige doesn't know how to answer it. So she doesn't know everything after all.

One of the big wigs chimes in. "You'll recall the Post article was primarily the result of a specific disposal that was discovered at a construction site. Which led them to look at other construction sites, pulling permits, and employment records, and so on and so forth. All that fuss started with one sloppy disposal."

The man still looks confused. The big wig makes a subtle gun gesture out of view of Paige.

"OH, disposal," the audience member realizes. "Okay and diversify that how?"

"Well primarily by considering properties that don't trace directly back to Empire Builders. And techniques that lessen the residue over time."

"Like lye?" The man asks. Paige swallows and doesn't know what to say.

Ben interrupts and saves her. "Have we thought about *reducing* disposal?" He asks the big wig.

The big wig laughs. "It's a core part of our business model."

"Reducing unnecessary disposal? That's when things get sloppy, right?"

"Go on."

"Like say you hire a person for one job, like a conference, but they have a diverse business skill set. That person could potentially be reassigned to, say, logistics and supply chain management?"

"Instead of. . ." The big wig is thinking. "Right. Good question Ben. Let's take that offline."

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After the session ends for the day, Ben goes to the hotel bar. He wants to check in on the store but needs a drink before he can even think about talking to Hux. Mainly he's curious if Rey came by. He knows she wants to. Ben orders a whiskey on the rocks and thinks about Rey. He feels like she has all the control. He only gets to see her when she shows up to the store. He thinks about the way she blushes under her freckles and her dimples and her perky tits and how bad she wants him. He's horny.

As Ben examines his drink in his large hand, a sultry voice startles him.

"Ben's hardware, huh?" It's Paige. She slides her small hand onto his shoulder and puts her other hand on the back of the stool next to him. "Anyone sitting here?" He must have really worked his magic earlier.

"No, please." He welcomes her to sit. His sleeves are still rolled up.

She orders him another drink. "Another one for him. And one for me."

Paige reaches for Ben's large hand and inspects the ruby signet ring on his pinky. She wants to try it on. It's too big for even her thumb. One of the big wigs watches casually from the end of the bar.

Paige asks too many questions, and Ben doesn't give her any answers. He doesn't want to put her in more danger than she's already in. Also, part of him wonders if she's a trap. Maybe they've realized what he's known all along - that he's the future of this empire - they need to know he can be trusted and won't get distracted by competing loyalties. Even if it's not a trap, Paige isn't Rey, so that works against her.

At the bar, Paige is all over him. It turns him on. He's not that interested in her, but he's only human. She finishes her drink and slips Ben a key to her room. She scribbles her room number on a napkin with lipstick. He wants to leave the key and the napkin on the bar, but he wouldn't want a worse guy to bust into her room in the middle of the night, so he takes them with him.

Ben looks at his phone and has a missed call from Hux. He decides not to call him back, lest Hux think Ben answers to him. Plus, Ben is exhausted from being "on" all day. He's a solo creature and having to pretend to enjoy "the family" really takes it out of him. Especially with all eyes on him as an honoree. He felt like he couldn't let his guard down for even a moment.

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Ben retires to his hotel room alone he washes his face and hands and grabs the hotel lotion. He props up two pillows and lies down on top of the bed without unmaking it. He crosses his large feet and studies the pattern of his argyle socks. He really prefers stripes these days. He should overhaul his sock drawer. He reads the label on the lotion, then moisturizes his enormous hands. He holds the napkin in his hand and runs his thumb over the room number, which is just a few rooms away.

He recalls the way Paige looked at him and gets hard. He starts to think about whether he should just do it. It's not like he and Rey are dating - they haven't even gone out once. On the other hand, hooking up with Paige wouldn't do anything but physically get him off, and he still wouldn't be satisfied. He runs his long fingers over the mark on his neck. There is only one person who can satisfy him now. His eyelids are heavy.

Ben palms himself through his pants and debates whether he should try to force connect with Rey. If he does try to connect with her and she isn't already thinking about him, it could startle her or make her question everything. He decides to take care of himself instead.

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Ben takes takes off his slacks and hangs them on the back of a chair and lies back down. He leaves his shirt on and pulls his boxer briefs down. He closes his eyes. He wraps his hand around his hard shaft and despite how big his cock is, it almost looks normal sized in his massive hand. He's proportional.

He's almost too tired to do it, but his arousal wins over. He spits in his hand. He thinks about Rey sitting in his lap and begins to slowly move the skin on his shaft, lazily and in short, firm strokes, just getting warmed up. He thinks about her furrowed brow and her soft little sighs and how her warmth felt against his cock.

Before he can get far, his nose begins to tingle. Ben yanks up his boxer briefs and palms himself through them as he closes his eyes to let it happen.

But before he can see anything, Ben hears a moan echo from the bathroom of his hotel room. He lies there frozen, wondering if his ears deceive him. Then, he hears splashing and squeaking from the bathtub. He jolts up and grabs his Glock from the nightstand. He holds it in both hands, his arms straight, and slowly approaches the bathroom. He turns the door knob with one hand and pushes it open before resuming his stance. Steam billows out of the door and the mirror is fogged up.

The door creeps open the rest of the way on its own, and Rey is in a robe. Thank God she's facing away from him. He lowers his gun and quietly rushes back to the bed, taking huge strides. He puts the Glock in the nightstand but doesn't close it all the way.

The sink faucet turns on, then off. Rey emerges from the bathroom and looks around curiously. She doesn't look surprised to see him. He hasn't done it on purpose, but the collateral gaslighting might be driving her mad. Surely she hasn't figured out how this works.

Ben is lying on the bed in his boxer briefs and button up shirt. He's still hard. Her eyes meet his. "Ben," she says. It's the first time she's said his name to him and it's the sweetest sound. Her eyes scan his body, resting on his underwear longer than anywhere else. She looks away shyly then he sees her remind herself it's not real. She gains confidence and smiles demurely at him. "Where have you been?" she asks. "Where are we now?" She crosses the room slowly.

Ben ignores the questions. "Well, you found me," he says. Her eyes rest between his legs again. He's emboldened by her continued belief that this isn't real. He adds, "And you found me in quite a state." He strokes his hard length from outside his boxer briefs. "Is this what you were looking for?" He looks down to his lap then meets her eyes again as he strokes himself slowly. He knows it's what she wants. He still wants her to say it.

Her hair is damp. Her skin is rosy. He's disappointed to have missed her bath, but glad she's here now. Rey approaches the nightstand, then stands facing the bed, not far from him. Ben wonders how much she can see in this room. Can she see the napkin? The Glock in the nightstand? If she can, she ignores them. She lets her robe fall open "Maybe so," she says. That's close enough to a yes for him.

Ben sits up in the bed and pivots to face her. He sits on the edge of the bed and takes both her hands in his. He spreads his knees. She stands in between his legs, close to the bed. They search each other's eyes. He can feel all her thoughts even stronger now. She wants him bad. He scoots closer to the edge of the bed, barely on it. His large feet are firmly planted on the floor.

She wants his body against hers. He brings his hands around her waist to the small of her back. Her figure is striking and her skin is so soft and smooth. He gently nudges her closer. His knees are spread wide with plenty of room in between. She comes as close as she can and his clothed hardness meets her bare skin.

She starts unbuttoning his shirt. She looks even prettier with no makeup. He strokes her damp hair, then cradles her pretty little head in both of his massive hands and brings her face to his. Their eyes close. Her lips part. Their mouths meet softly, then the kiss grows hungrier. She wants Ben inside her. He slips his tongue into her mouth and she meets it eagerly. She finishes unbuttoning him as they make out.

Ben moves his hands down each side of her neck, then to her collar bone. He slips the tips of his fingers under each side of the robe and slides his hands gently to her shoulders. She shrugs off the robe. His hands slide from her shoulders down to her breasts and cup them gently. He takes one nipple into his mouth and moves his other hand around her back, down her spine as he tongues then sucks her breast.

Her skin is supple and her ass is round. He grabs a cheek in his large hand and pulls her into him, then his hand slides down her ass crack between her legs. His middle finger reaches her pussy and she’s so fucking wet. He releases her breast from his mouth and grabs her ass with both hands. He stands up and lifts her off the ground in one swift motion. Her legs wrap around him. He turns around and lays her down on the bed and their faces meet again. His nose brushes hers as their lips come together. As he reads her mind, he’s struck by the intensity of her passion for his nose. He’s so fucking hard.

Her fingers curl under his undershirt. He takes it off and she marvels at his physique - his sharp shoulders, his broad chest. Her hands trace his hard pecs, then his abs, and his happy trail. Then she slides her hand inside his boxer briefs and seizes his huge, swollen cock. Her hand feels so good. He thrusts into her and her other hand grabs at the hem of his briefs. He takes them off. She wants him inside her so bad, but he wants her to say it.

He reaches a large hand between them to finger her while she strokes him. As his long digits slide against her slick folds, he says, “You can have whatever you want.” He knows there’s only one thing on her mind and it’s his cock.

“I want all of you,” she says. She releases his cock and it smacks against her hip bone, then he removes his hand from between them and grinds his hips into her. His hard cock slides along her folds and her head falls back. Her neck is so delicate. It’s hard to resist putting his hands around it but he doesn’t want to scare her.

“Take it,” Ben snaps hastily. “Take what you want.” She opens her eyes wide and grabs his cock again. She swipes a bead of pre-cum around the head, strokes him for a second, then rubs his cock against her folds again. She wraps her legs loosely around his back.

Ben kisses her deeply on the lips and grinds into her hard. He can feel her wanting something beyond his body, beyond this room. “I want it to be real,” Rey says.

“This isn’t real?” He asks with a twinge of guilt. It’s an inopportune moment for this conversation, in his opinion. He just wants to be inside her.

“I want you in real life,” Rey says.

He slides off her and rolls onto his back, breathing heavily. He cradles his massive, aching erection in one hand, loosely stroking it. “I do too,” he says.

“How do I know?” she asks. She rolls over on her side to face him and hooks a leg over his closest leg. Her face is quizzical, but he can still see the want in her eyes. She traces his pecs and her nipple grazes his bicep.

“You just know.” He laughs. “I know you know.” Rey climbs up and straddles his big thighs, hovering her lower abdomen near his cock as she searches his face. He'd say almost anything to fuck her right now, but he settles on something reasonable. “Give me your number or something,” he says. "then I'll make sure you know it. I promise."

She relaxes. "Okay." She seems to view this experience as some way of accessing her intuition or some kind of mystical guidance on how to get with him in real life. She feels like she has her next step now. She'll give him her number.

“Can we still have fun meanwhile?” He asks and his hips lift up under her.

She smiles. The only thing on her mind is his cock now. She grabs it again and scoots forward more, her warmth hovering over his aching balls. He sits up and kisses her passionately as she grinds into him.

He nuzzles his nose against hers. “Whatever you want,” he says. Her hips roll into him more intensely until she rolls off of him and back onto the bed, lying face up, pulling him onto her. He brings his whole body down into hers and she grabs his cock and nestles the tip at her entrance. Ben kisses her deeply as he plunges into her. She moans as the thick head parts her seam.

He gives her a few seconds, then thrusts again, further into her. She digs her fingers into his back. Her cunt is so hot and tight. He feels like he could come at any second already. “More,” she says.

He pulls out an inch or two then plunges all the way in and she moans. They sloppily kiss as he thrusts into her again and again. They sweat and their hot bodies slide against each other. He knows he’s hitting that special spot deep inside her. He knows she’s close. And so is he, his pleasure is building rapidly.

As Ben pounds into her, Rey begins to whine and her face contorts. “Yes, yes, Ben." He feels a pang of pleasure in his balls at the sound of his name in her mouth. She says it again and he kisses her desperately before his name is gone from her lips, like he's catching it in his own mouth. She comes and her walls clench around him, and he starts to come, too. He slowly thrusts into her as his cock erupts. When his balls are empty, he pries his lips away from hers to look at her. His hair falls into her face and she tucks it behind his ear.

There’s a knock at the door. For a moment Ben hopes Rey can't hear it, but her face screws up. Ben ignores it and kisses Rey's neck sweetly, trying to make her forget about it.

Another knock. "Ben, I know you're in there," Paige says from the door. Rey's eyes water.

Ben wants to explain. ,"No, it's not - hold on. One second," Ben whispers to Rey. He gets up and starts toward the door. When he glances back, Rey is looking at the napkin and key on the nightstand. Before Ben can answer the door, Paige says "Whatever, you've got my key."

Ben turns around to come back to bed, but Rey is gone. He stews over it for a while, but there's nothing he can do.

The second day of the conference, Paige starts off cold toward Ben, but she tries to cozy up to him more during the breaks. He tries to play nice but he's upset about the night before. There's no way she could have known, but it still bothers him. He replays Rey's thoughts in his head and he's fairly sure her infatuation and attachment will win out over apprehension.

Paige's presentation talks about waste and efficiency. One of the types of waste is underutilized resources. Ben doesn't want to say it in front of Paige, but he feels like his capabilities are underutilized. There are so many times they forgo mind tricks in favor of straight-up offing someone. It would be cleaner to just to make them forget.

Of course, a mind trick doesn't always work. He can't imagine it would work for someone like Mitaka who worked full time for them. What memories would the person be left with? Plus, there are different rules for snitches. But as far as Ben knows, a mind trick would've worked for the disposal that ultimately led to the Post article. Ben keeps his mouth shut, though. He doesn't want to draw more attention to himself by bringing up his capabilities. Plus, he knows better than anyone that sometimes your temper just gets the best of you.

After the session, during the social hour, Ben gets invited on a hunting trip. He says he should really get back to the store. A big wig slaps him on the back and asks if he can tour the store the day after tomorrow. Ben agrees.

Ben really can't wait to get back to the store.

Thank you for reading!

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pocketsofdaisy · 9 months

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a masterlist of my fics [✨updated periodically✨]

Hello hi!!! I'm Mish and I write mainly for Reylo but occasionally have fics for other enemies to lovers pairings.

All are COMPLETE and range between M - E ratings. Always check the full list of tags.

This list does not include my current WIPs. Please refer to my AO3 dashboard for them. Also see my monthly schedule for WIPs.

Some fics have commissioned art so check them out under #pocketsofdaisy art

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Reylo

CANONVERSE

breaker of chains (post-TLJ, multi-chap, 45k words) - where Rey has a premonition that Kylo won't survive the war and rekindles their force bond (and feelings for each other?!) | enemies to lovers, forbidden love, angst with HEA

i am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar (post-TLJ, one-shot, 14k words) - where the Supreme Leader's plans for a vacation cruise get shot to hell (but still gets the love of his life) | Halcyon Starcruiser, family secrets & mementos, secretly hooking up with the enemy to let off steam, hopeful ending

i can't get it right since i met you (post-TLJ, one-shot, 800 words) - where Supreme Leader Kylo Ren recklessly names a constellation after Rey and then some | pining, fantasising, hopeful ending

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

never surrender (dystopia AU, multi-chap, 43k words) - where the First Order rules the underworld and Resistance Officer Rey is the mole that Commander Kylo Ren is hunting down | childhood acquaintances to enemies to lovers, forbidden love, espionage, bittersweet ending but somewhat hopeful

but darling, you are the only exception (modern AU, one-shot, 17k words) - cross-country train vacation and there's only one bed (or cabin?!) | strangers to lovers, soft fluff with mild angst

when it's love, if it's not rough, it isn't fun (modern AU with Magic, multi-chap, 15k words) - where Rey and Ben had a "thing" in the past and their misunderstandings come to a head at a party | Vampire Ben Solo x Vampire Rey Johnson, strangers to lovers, soulmates, creatures of the night having a sexually tensed Halloween celebration

MICROFICS

Reylomicrofics collection (multi-chapter, 4k words) - a combination of canonverse and modern AUs microfics done for the @reylomicrofics prompts.

Reylo Hot Ones microfics collection (one-shot, 3k words) - canonverse microfics done for the #ReyloHot1s event.

Post-TLJ: forced proximity & soft hand kissing for Supreme Leader Kylo Ren x Resistance Jedi Rey.

Canon AU: spicy truth or dare with Galactic Republic Pilot Ben Solo x Pilot Rey Niima while on patrol duty.

Canon AU: Jedi Summer Camp shenanigans with camp counsellors Jedi Master Ben "I don't know how to flirt" Solo x Jedi Master Rey Niima.

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GingerRose

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

you're all that i want, all the love (modern AU, one-shot, 3k words) - a screwball comedy of Rose and Hux's double date with Ben and Rey (which becomes hate at first sight) | strangers to lovers, coffee shop, pub date, soft gingerrose

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Darklina

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

one (1) ongoing multi-chap WIP

no completed works at this time

#reylo #reylo fanfic #reylofic #reylo fic #reylo au #reylo canonverse #reylo smut #pocketsofdaisy #pocketfullofdaisies #gingerrose #darklina

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chromisomi · 2 months

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lifebuoy, a reylo fic | ch 15 is up!

After grabbing a few things from her apartment, the rest of the day is spent at Ben’s, with the two on their laptops in the dining room downstairs. Though, in hindsight, she should’ve insisted on being in separate rooms, because studying with Coruscant University’s lecturer Ben Solo proved to be unproductive. Her mind would wander each time his leg brushed hers or whenever she caught sight of the way his hand spanned easily across the laptop’s keyboard. Then that would lead to thoughts of how those same hands felt tracing her skin, her lips, her center.

And when Ben caught her staring?

Well.

“How are you already so wet?”

The words come out in a hot breath against her slickness. He has to hold her stomach down to keep her from squirming, but the table is cold beneath her back. “Ben,” Rey whines.

His nose brushes a sensitive nub and she squirms again. The hand presses down firmer before he closes his mouth on her, drinking in anything he can with long swipes of his tongue. It’s all too much – the view of his dark hair moving between her legs, the wide span of his hand pressing against her abdomen, the way he drinks her in like a man starved.

Another crack of thunder echoes in the sky outside.

“Perfect,” she thinks she hears him say.

And then he sucks.

The pleasure all too soon comes crashing down. Her back arches and a cry leaves her lips, the world bursting white until she’s left pulsing with heat and want and something… different. Something deeper, something that has her nearly in tears as she looks down at Ben. He pulls away from her, his glistening lips tugging into something of a smile – one that fades once he catches her look.

His eyes darken.

With no words, he unbuckles his belt and shoves down his pants and briefs. He rubs himself against her slick, coating himself in it, and then thrusts inside. The table creaks and Ben moves to grip her hips, pulling her closer to the edge, her opening pressed against him. When he pulls back and thrusts inside again, the table shifts backward with a groan.

“Oh!” Rey yelps when he suddenly gathers her in his arms and carries her to the living room, lying her down on the couch and huffing as he climbs over her.

“So much for getting work done,” he rasps before entering her again.

It feels like a sacred practice, the way her legs move on their own to wrap around his hips, the way he peppers kisses down her jaw as he moves – slow at first, then faster once he hears her moans. Arms wrap around her back and hands cup her ass, pulling her closer to himself as if being inside isn’t close enough. They move as one, on a couch in a house of untold memories. And once the hot breaths and roaming hands, grunts and faint cries, spill over, they’re left wrapped together on the couch in a panting heap.

“Do you have any idea,” Ben mumbles, his lips brushing her temple, “how happy you make me?”

Rey nudges closer to his neck. “No. Tell me.”

“An unbelievable amount.” His response is quick. “Unquantifiable.”

Her breathing grows shallow. Underneath her hand, she can feel the quick thumping of his heart, racing at the speed of her own. “You make me happy, too,” she says lamely.

“I do?”

Rey nods. “You do.” She thinks about it some more, trying to find a way to put her feelings to words without cringing at herself. “And… I don’t know, you make me feel safe.”

He hums at that, and his arms wind tighter around her back.

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thedarkcorner-darkficprompts · 3 months

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POV: You're Rey. Fresh out of college. Broke, jobless, mooching of your cousin Ben for a couch to crash on, you just spent the entire day annoying tf out him, and he's had enough

Time to earn your keep

#reylo smut #reylo #reylo prompt #Rey #ben solo #rey skywalker #rey palpatine #darkfic #darkcornerfics

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snowbyrdn7 · 2 years

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Hades and Persephone a Reylo take. An ai generated Reylo piece prompted by me

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stavrogin80 · 2 years

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Commissions open! DM to me for info!

Follow me on patreon for reylo smut uncensored!

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3todream · 1 year

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The final installment is here! @tazwren @evilgrrl @my-jedi-life

@thesparklingway

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thesirenbanshee · 1 month

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“Chapter 2” is up, which means Elevator to Another Dimension is now COMPLETE! Thank you to Elle and Cow for letting me be a part of the Twilight Zone Reylo Collection II. 🤍🖤

TITLE: Elevator to Another Dimension

RATING: Explicit

SUMMARY:

“Long ago, on a stormy night much like this, movie star Ben Solo disappeared after lightning struck the elevator shaft of the Twilight Tower Hotel. Ever since then, the allegedly haunted hotel has sat closed, unwanted, and abandoned. But now, decades later, the hotel is to be renovated. Rey, a lover of classic Ben Solo films, has been tasked with bringing the broken-down elevator back to life.

What secrets does the old elevator hold? And what really happened to Ben Solo all those years ago? When she steps inside the elevator, Rey just might discover that elevators can take you to more than different floors in a building. In fact, elevators may actually have the ability to transport you to . . . another dimension.”

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srorgana1 · 7 months

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Invocation

Paring: Vampire Kylo/Hunter Rey

Chapter Nineteen

As they head down a darkened hallway, Kylo’s mind continues to reel. He has Rey in his arms once again. It was like they never were interrupted. The situation is different now. He had to be responsible and show Rey how to use and control her powers even though all he wanted to do is kiss and taste her.

He feels her groan and slump onto him. “Kylo what…what is happening?” “I’m sorry Rey this is my fault” Kylo says pulling her closer “but can you try something for me?” Her eyes meet his as he stops them in the hallway by the bunker door. “I need to you to focus on making a bubble around us. A protective barrier” he says as he runs his fingers across her jaw. “Can you try for me?”

She nods and focuses, her mind instantly visualizing an iridescent shield like the bubbles she used to blow on the front steps of the orphanage when she was a child. She always thought they were so delicate and beautiful. Behind her eyes, she can see the shield closing around them, dulling everything around them. “Good girl” he whispers “keep going, you’re almost there.”

His voice distracts her concentration, making it weaken a bit. “Focus cyar’ika” he says as he types in the passcode. She opens her eyes, willing her bubble to solidify. She can now physically see the shimmery shield surrounding her and Kylo. She hears him chuckle, opening the heavy door for her.

She walks in and looks around the large conference room as the mechanical locks click and hiss behind her. She had been in here once before when The Order had to lock down when she was younger. She looks around. If she remembers right, the kitchen is to the left and the studio apartments are to the right…

She feels two strong arms wrap around her torso and a pair of soft lips kiss behind her ear. Her magick swirls and peaks happily at his attention. “I can feel the shield, do you still see it?” he says, placing another kiss on her neck. She hums as she looks around. Strange. She can’t see it anymore but she can feel it.

“I feel it, but I-I can’t see it. Is that good?” she asks, turning her head. “Yes, that means it’s stable. Your magick is like your body, it craves hemostasis. Your shield stabilizes your magick and protects it. It’s one of the first things young ones learn” he says as he lightly rocks her side to side.

Her brain swirls with questions and for once she has someone to ask them to. She sniffles at the thought. “What’s wrong?” he says softly. “’I’ve had so many questions for so long and no one to ask them to. I’ve tried so many times and just got pushed aside” she says, her voice full of emotion.

He growls and squeezes her tighter to him. “That will never happen again, I promise you” he says, spinning her around. Her wide watery eyes meet his as he picks her up by her thighs, her body wrapping around his as he walks through the conference room to the lounge by the apartments. He sits down on the wrap around sofa allowing her to settle on his lap. Her legs relax as he wrap his arms around her.

“Okay go” he says, looking up at her. What? Rey was so confused as she sniffed and wiped her eyes. He smirked apparently able to read her face. “Ask me anything. Anything at all” he says as he traces random patterns on her lower back. She can feel her anxiety lessening with every pass of his fingertips.

She shifts on his lap, releasing a long breath. His face remains the same but his eyes flicker slightly. A shiver of arousal goes up her spine at the feeling of him hardening under her. She clears her throat and shakes her head, making herself concentrate on her questions.

“W-when I’m sensing other people, am I feeling their shields or their actual magick?” she asks. “It’s their shields. Now shields can be manipulated by intent but it is still quintessentially their magical signature. When you feel a spike it’s because of an intense emotional or physical response” he says, his hands skimming her sides. “Some people are easier to read then others, most often due to proximity or intimacy. You get to a point where you can read the small fluctuations.”

She thinks back, wondering if she ever experienced that. Her mind immediately goes to Jyn and the other Hunters in her cohort. She has worked with so often that she could tell their mood without having to ask. “You’ve been able to do that already haven’t you?” Kylo says, smirking up at her.

She smiles slightly, silently answering his question. “Now Rey, I want you take your shield off me. It can be taxing to hold another person in for extended period of time. I want you to take a breath and try” he says as he rests his hands on her hips. He can feel her magick shift slightly at the thought of leaving him. “Rey, just try. I’m not going anywhere.”

Rey takes a breath as she takes in the devilishly handsome man under her. Her resolve is weaning. She wants him physically as much as she wants the answers to her questions. A fun little idea pops in her head.

“Okay but once I do, you have to tell me what I’m feeling and sensing” she says, her hands slowly slide up his chest and make a home around his neck. His eyes darken a bit at her touch. “Okay” he say as his hands dip lower, his fingertips lightly ghosting her ass.

She smiles as she shuts her eyes, happy to see the iridescent shimmer reappear. She envisions the shield wrapping around her and her alone like a snug cocoon. Where no one can hurt me, a voice in her head says. She pushes past her insecurities and watches her magick listen to her command.

Before she can open her eyes, Kylo slams his lips into hers. It’s passionate and messy. Their teeth clack together and tongues fight for dominance. “Good girl” he groans as he wraps a strong arm around her back while the other holds the back of her head. Rey sighs into him, her fingers gripping his shoulders as she grinds down on him.

“Kylo you didn’t answer me” she says in between kisses. He hums against her lips, smirking. “I think you are feeling the same thing I am. Passion. Power. Magick” he growls as he kisses along her jaw and focus on her neck again. She shivers, knowing what he is saying is true. She gasps as his tongue traces one of her lines on her neck, making them spark.

She grips him hard, her nails digging into his flesh as he continues to trace her lines. “Kylo” she whimpers as her hips rub against him. “You want me here cyar’ika? You want me to take you like this?” he whispers into her ear as he grabs a handful of her ass.

She moans out a yes, her body reacting both physically and magically. She’s never experienced anything like this before. She growls as she pulls off her sweater, exposing her thin bralette. “Please Kylo” she says desperately.

His resolve seems to snap at her plea as he all but throws her onto the cushions. He crowds her capturing her lips as he rips off his shirt and flings it backwards. He’s so big. Her hands instantly go to his back, her nails pressing into his pale skin as he kisses and nips at her.

Rey moans again when she feels his hand snake between them and tug at her pants. “Needy lil Fae” he mumbles as he kisses down her neck. He nips at her collarbone as she lifts her hips allowing him to pull them down past her ass and thighs. She shifts them off along with her now useless panties as he turns to his attention to belt and zipper.

She is quickly pulled up again and place on his lap again. She groans along with him as the head of his cock rubs against her wet core. She grips his hair, shifting herself over him. “Fuck” he growls, hands clamping down on her hips as she brushes against him again.

She doesn’t get a chance to move again because he slams her down onto him. She lets out a scream of pleasure and pain as her body reacts to the intrusion. He is so big. She is so full of him. “Fuck Rey” he moans into her neck. She shifts her hips in his hands, whimpering at the delicious feeling of him.

His hips rock in response, allowing her to feel every glorious inch of him as he laves at her neck. It’s a dangerous combination and she wants more. “Harder Kylo” she whimpers. He growls lowly against her neck “Is that what my little Fae wants? To be fucked hard?” She keens as she nods, biting her lower lip.

The pace he sets is punishing, hand clutched to her thigh and fingers beginning to stray towards her dripping center. Her mouth drops open, panting and moaning as his angle hits her g-spot perfectly. She feels her lines raise as his fingers brush against her clit.

“Kylo, yes” she gasps, digging her nails into his back as she begins to meet his thrusts with her own. He looks up from her neck, reveling in the beautiful faces of pleasure she is making. “Look at you” he grits around his fangs as he slams her down once more. He can feel her fluttering around him. He wraps an arm around her, holding her in place as he changes the angle.

Her cries increase in frequency and volume as he readies the spot on her neck. “Rey I need to” he huffs as he fights off his impending orgasm. He needs to feel her fall apart before he bites.

“Yes Kylo do it please” she keens, squeezing her eyes shut. “Let go Rey, come for me” he says, nipping lightly. Her body instantly seizes up in bliss as his teeth break her skin. She screams as she climaxes, her magick explodes around him.

It's a mind altering experience for him. Their magick pulses in sensual waves around him. Her blood fizzes and pops on his tongue as he swallows it down. He’s never had anything like it. He moans, clutching her closer to him. He can hear her continued gasps and moans of bliss as he presses his tongue down, allowing more blood to flow to his month.

He swallows another mouthful. Her hands are everywhere. She grips and pulls the hair on the back of his head with one of those perfect small hands. She’s pulling him towards her not away. She wants this as much as he does. He groans as she babbles nonsense, her body squeezing him like a vice. He grunts as he fucks and feeds off her like he had dreamt of so many times.

A soft gasp in his ear is what ruins him. He groans loudly, releasing inside of her. His hips slow as he shifts back onto the couch cushions, allowing a fully fucked and blissed out Rey to lay on him as he removes his fangs gently. She hums as he kissed the spot clean, closing it up with a couple licks.

He nuzzles her hairline as she does the same on his chest, his cock softening inside her. “How do you feel?” he says into her hair. “Hmmm happy” she slurs, laying her head fully on his chest. He smiles because he can feel it in her magick. It dances happily in the air around them.

“Rey do you want to sit up so you don’t get dizzy?” he says softly. She hums again, but doesn’t move. He smiles as he sits up, supporting her weight as he stands. She groans as he slips out, their combined fluids soaking his thighs. He doesn’t mind though as he holds her tight to him, turning towards the apartments.

He reaches the first room, opening the unlocked door. It’s simplistic but enough. A king sized bed and a modern looking bathroom. He heads to the bed and deposits her onto the soft sheets.

She immediately relaxes into the bed curling up on her side. He smiles as he rounds the bed, climbing in behind her and pulling her close. He hears her hum again and melts into his chest. Sweet girl, he thinks, kisses her temple as he covers them both with a blanket. She’s so warm. He shuts his eyes, allowing himself to drift off to sleep as their magick swirls softly around them.

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