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ladythornofrivia · 4 months

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MY SCAVENGER || Kylo Ren!Aemond x Rey!Reader

a/n: i’ve been thinking about what one-shot I should do next. Though I’m currently writing Saltburn fanfic, I love Star Wars. Even Reylo! Have fun reading! (Some dialogue in the beginning doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to the movie.)

warnings: interrogation, torture kink, lust at first sight, breeding kink, p in v sex, fight scene, violence, aemond has issues, loss of virginity, aemond is a d*ck, kink size, obsessive aemond, dom/sub, aemond not only uses the power of force on reader but also with his d*ck. Bl*wjob, degradation kink, creampie

pair: aemond x reader

Somewhere in the galaxy far away, the leader of the First Order, Aemond Targaryen, was hunting for the map that’ll lead him to Daemon Targaryen, the last Jedi ever existed. Or so he believed.

While Aemond knew the legends of his uncle and his journey as a Jedi warrior, but those who commanded under Aemond’s order and leadership, not a soul in a galaxy believed Daemon ever existed, not in the history textbooks or screens. The stormtroopers only meant to serve their skilled leader.

As young as he was, Aemond Targaryen is known for his cold and calculating nature. He kept his helmet on, under any circumstances, and wields a red lightsaber. Tall and lethal, no one really knew what he looked like—it left to the imagination far and wide, leading his troops picturing of his appearance. Aemond wouldn’t dare make his troops or his other commanding officers enter his private quarters.

In the galaxy, everyone feared him.

Until you.

A nobody living in the stories of galaxy.

Hunting for scraps and leftovers for the sake of small profit to keep on living. Finding rare scraps in Jakku, was meddlesome. A nightmare. Filled in stacks of desert sand and humid waves lingered and pierced your skin.

Deserted land has been your home. And in your home, inside the AT-AT Walker, after you scratch another tally mark on the metallic wall, you cooked a loaf of bread and fried vegetables and scraps of thin meat. You wondered when your life will begin anew with reborn purpose. A nobody, in the galactic space, hoped your family would return.

You hoped that your life isn’t meaningless.

Jakku has been destroyed; in chaos, you’re forced to leave—of taking refuge, but more companions in your journey agreed that Jakku is nothing but a junkyard, and there you met a legendary shooter and a Wookie Warrior. But the plans failed.

For Aemond Targaryen spotted the map to Daemon Tarygaryen’s location. But the expectant acquirance wasn’t the astromech, droid BB8, rather, something far more interesting.

Aemond captured you—after minutes of chase and defense in the thickened forest. “Bring the girl,” he ordered, as your body fell to unconsciousness by the force, as he carried you and fled away with his ship, brought you to the First Order base, entrapped in metal straps as soon as you woke up.

Luminous lights and thick air provoked your tightened lungs to breath and your skin had broken a perspiration.

The doors opened, unveiling a tall, dark figure between the gaps of archway. Stomping on his shoes echoed until became nothing.

“Where are the others?” you asked, rasping, eyes hazed.

“You mean the murderers, traitors and thieves and cravens you call friends,” he said, taunting, his voice was nearly a merry. “You’ll be in such a relief that I have no clue to where they are.”

The reflection of his mask stared back at you. “You still want to murder me—challenge me,” he assumed.

“Well, that’s what happens if you’ve been chased and captured by the monstrous creature in a mask,” you snapped, low voice laced with venom.

His mask has taken off, long silk strands of silver-blond hair flowed over his chest, as the violet eye and the substitution of his sapphire gleamed at you. For a second, you never thought that your captor is skilled fighter, but it’s also young—young and handsome. His milky skin aglow, a good correlation to his deep stone wedged on the empty socket of his amputated eye, lined with scar that is faded. Outline of his jaw sharpened, shadowed as he strode closer to you.

Thundered, his mask dropped at a nearby stand, the grey sand flew and dissipated as his lithe frame inched closer.

“The droid,” he said, almost frantic. “Tell me about the droid. I know the droid has the map to Daemon Targaryen. Ever heard of him?”

Looking at his eye, you shook your head, “Never heard of him,” you answered, the illuminated lights flashed over your eyelids each time you blinked.

Aemond inched his face closer. “Your heart beat is pounding awfully loud.”

“Must be the heat,” you retorted.

He chuckled. “What a clever liar you are. But not clever enough. Now, tell me about the droid.”

“He’s a BB Unit with a Selenium Drive with a Thermal Hyperscan Vindicator.”

“It’s carrying a navigational chart, which the droid possesses the map.” His head tilted. “You, a scavenger, living on Jakku—a deserted planet with nothing to offer.” His face leaned closer. “You know I can take what I want.”

You swallowed, eyes flicking at his smooth pink-colored lips.

“My,” he said, licking his lower lip. “It appears you have some sort of interest in me, showed no signs of fear.”

You looked away, face reddened from the strict heat in the room and the huskiness in his voice. His hand outreached to your side temple, though no contact. You felt the Force strengthened and battled against the mobility of your system.

“You’re lonely. Alone and desperate. Waiting for someone to show up and rescue you. Waiting for someone to lead you out from the land, from the galaxy and into the great land with trees and life. I can sense the anger…not only that…something far more…delicate…in the matter based on your compromising position,” he cooed.

You resisted, of course, but your energy drained quicker.

His body leaned back, taking a good look of your exasperated form. “Tell you what, I’ll release you, but only if you can give something to me, in one condition.”

You (e/c) locked onto his. “And what would that be?”

Only the corners of Aemond’s lips curled.

“Please, no,” you begged, wrists tied up behind your back while Aemond was sitting on a spare chair, his thick and lithe legs spread wide while you’re in between them, knees already hurting.

“Shhh, trust me, my little scavenger,” he cooed again, his gloved hand flattened behind your head and dragged it downward. “So, are you going to be my good woman, or do I have show you the force again?”

Gulping, you succumbed at his voice. Maybe another way of his “force”.

“Good woman,” he praised, and unzipped his black trousers, his long and thick cock sprung out it nearly hit your cheek below the eye. “Sorry, darling, my cock couldn’t help but to view at the sight of you,” he said, smirking, tugging your locks, hauling you closer to his engorged tip, leaking. Your lips opened, taken his length in, choking. It felt as if your eating a whole uncut rod—or a thicker lightsaber. “All trapped underneath me, my power. The force within can’t abide much later.”

Gagging proceeded in your throat, but you took his length in precarious and fervent care.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his other hand flicked, the force brought your head down further to the end of his swollen cock, his large balls. “Argh! That’s…it.”

It was impressive for him to not only deal with a woman with capable resistance, but also has a coy nature she has been hiding—a tease.

The force no longer hostage you; your mouth watered as you took his cock well, swallowing the taste of his flesh, his warm flesh. Oh, how delightful. You never dealt a Jedi or a commander to have desirable or naughty urges. But you figured that even the force cannot contain beastly urges of a man. Aemond was one. But, has he ever been a woman before you? Jealousy pitted down on your heated belly, flickering.

It felt so wrong, but, your heart was aching for him, despite “meeting” under the matters of selfish urgency and a brink of death.

Aemond sighed, his silver-blond locks befallen on his broad and lean backside, his throat bobbed, heaving and sighing at your warm and slick mouth.

“Your thoughts are troubling you again,” he said. “No, I have never been with a woman.”

You doubted. Tortured at the thought of a previous woman, a torture where a previous woman might do better than you—an inexperienced scavenger.

“I never lie,” he said. His index finger flicked, and the hair ties on your head casted, your longish locks flowed, nesrly covering up your breast. “In fact, I never did.”

Semen spurted in your slippery mouth.

“Take it all in, darling,” he encouraged, hearing your throat quenched its thirst, smothered in his slick and spurt of his thick semen.

The room became hotter as Aemond strapped your wrists above your head onto the prison bed.

“Stay still, woman,” he grunted, his lips inched downward to yours, seeing if the pace of his breath matched with yours.

Your chest steadied from a grasping breath you tried to behold with gentleness. Aemond sensed it, too.

“You’re steady…Good.” And plunged his suppled lips to yours, caging your soft ragged breaths, playing your tongue with his, heavy sighs played out in the air, his palm snuck in your cloth, smooth fingertips tracing the lines of your stomach, the soft steep of ribcage.

“With you under my protection, nothing can go wrong, little scavenger,” he said, his tucked hand withdrew, and flicked a sharp movement, and your clothes shred and tossed across the room under his Force.

Gasping, Aemond silenced your lips again under a deep passion. A sheer underwear tucked your maidenhood. Frustrated, Aemond snatched and ripped in one swoop, his cock engorged twice, hardened, his throat dried and croaked at the sight of your flawless beauty, picturing the lines of stretch marks on your lower belly from the swollen pregnancy. Aemond thought beforehand that if the First Order has been under siege, in one way to promote a difficult position that couldn’t diffuse, he needed an heir, an heir of a stronger, faster and more calculating version of himself.

“Hold on, scavenger, I’m sure this will be painful for you, but you’ll grow to love the feeling of my cock, grinding inside your walls. How do you feel now, little woman? Are you willing to give an heir for me?”

You gasped. There was so much life ahead of you. Unsure of his words, you were sure he’s crazy to know that one, obtaining pregnancy is scandalous—especially if a father is a notorious leader. He could be killed, and could be tortured or his enemies will use you and the child to proceed their victory to reach Aemond.

Gulping and vibrating under him, you uttered. “Why me?”

Your heart is torn in half. What if Aemond is only using you as a spare time hobby? What if he’ll soon find a lover who’s more beautiful and mature and not childlike like you, and for you to be thrown in the dark and be forgotten? Numerous possibilities rushing in your mind—and halted—when Aemond said, “I won’t betray you. Betraying is the enemy’s job.”

“But you’re the enemy,” you remarked.

“In this room, you’ll only see the real me, as the real Aemond, a beast hidden in a skin of a man,” he murmured. “I must have you,” he grunted, pushing his cock into your constricted folds, pumping and sliding in a tremendous pace that the bed rocked.

Moans ascended in the roofs, Aemond’s quiet grunts entered through your ears. Your legs wrapped around his slender waist, bobbing as his powerful thrusts electrified your drenched walls.

Your eyes lulled, but Aemond grasped your face and aligned it to his, violet eye narrowed. “Look at me as I fuck you good—heavy and fast. Your belly will soon swell with a future Jedi, a more powerful warrior than any good-for-nothing troops in the galaxy.”

His legs ached as his one hand untied the knot on your wrist and hauled your body up for you to snuggle him, bed rocking continuously as your voice rasped, airily sighing with your eyes closed, almost seeing pink stars swirling in your closed lids, your mouth sucked Aemond’s neck, offered a low hiss through his teeth.

“That’s it, my good angel,” Aemond purred,the flat of his large hands enveloped and motioned against your naked back. The heat in the room faded, the coldness bumped into your bare flesh; the air condition is activated, encouraged your warm bodies to go at full speed.

“Aemond,” you moaned, head threw back.

Aemond’s pace became sloppy, staggered at you calling his name. “Say it again, my darling scavenger. Say my name.”

“Aemond…Aemond,” your hips gyrated, in pleasurable heat.

His lips curved. “I knew you would love it eventually.”

“Need you to come…inside me..in me…on me…in my mouth or face. Fuck me good,” you begged, corner of your lips salivating, tongue buds prickling, in hopes to taste his cock again.

But you missed the part where Aemond’s eye gleamed in darkened shade, in secret thrill.

Grabbing your hips, nails deepened and bruised your flesh and bones as his thrusts shoved harder, sending your voice wailing through the roof. You were sure that the Stormtroopers would stop and listen over your voice. Aemond couldn’t care less; he loved seeing you like this.

“Almost there, my scavenger,” he groaned, kissing your cheek, last few rounds set in; your arms slightly flailed yet gripped around his neck, face nuzzled onto his lean neck as he blasted hot white liquid inside you.

Kissing on several spots on your face, Aemond tugged your body down with him, with your side profile pressed against his chest, his hand rested on your back head while the other brushed your back.

“The child will soon grow into you,” he reminded.

“What about the droid?” you asked, puzzled.

Aemond scoffed. “Forget about that damn droid. It is you who I am enamored to, who I am now devoted to.”

“Is this the power of force?”

“No, this is my love yearning for someone—for you, my sweet,” he said. “The force is neither the army nor the galaxy. The force is within us, and only us can gather. The force can sometimes break us.”

“You didn’t break me,” you noted, admiring his sapphire eye.

Aemond smiled. “No, but you tamed the force within me.”

And you both shared a tender kiss under dimmed light.

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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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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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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

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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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rainydaybaby · 1 year

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Friends, I need recommendations of the most toe-curling, smuttiest, most beautifully written, idiots in love Dramoine/Reylo fics, please & thank youuu.

Emphasis on the smut, I’m in heat

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makeshiftdraco · 18 days

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“Don’t look away,” Ben whispered in her ear. “I want you to watch their faces when you finally come apart…want you to see the power your pleasure has over them.”

The Thunderbolt

Reylo Mafia AU by makeshiftdraco

Epilogue has been posted!

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Rey/Ben Solo|Kylo Ren

Status: Complete!

Description:

The thunderbolt strikes two lonely souls on one fateful night, and their destinies are forever changed. Rey is the granddaughter of the Palpatine family patriarch, a trapped young woman forced to be a pawn in a never ending game. Ben Solo is a man with a dark past, recently named heir to the Skywalker family legacy and desperate to prove himself. Will the fragile truce between their rival families succeed or will the bloodshed continue?

Rey and Ben navigate the perilous politics of the criminal underworld as well as their dangerous attraction to each other. Their loyalty to each other will be tested as they struggle with their desires for love and power. Darkness rises, but no one can hide from the thunderbolt.

(Check tags on AO3 for trigger warnings)

I can't believe this labor of love has finally come to end after years of writing... Thank you to everyone who read and supported this fic! Hopefully you enjoyed this smutty descent into darkness as much as I did...

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3todream · 1 year

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

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#Reylo #reylo smut #reylo au #reylo medieval #reylo fanfic #reylo art

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welldonebeca · 1 year

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The Duchess and the Bastard (XV) - A Wife’s Kiss

WC: 1.4k words Warnings: Fluff. Victorian AU. Marriage. Smut. Oral Sex (blow job). Virginity loss. Gentle sex.

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Ben gulped before nodding, looking all flushed as he scooted to sit against the headboard of their bed and spread his legs, member bobbing a little as he did, and fisted himself as Rey watched him.

“Do you think I should kneel on the floor?” she asked, a little hesitant.

It wasn’t very comfortable to lay with her belly down and try to raise her head.

“Alright,” Ben mumbled, quickly picking one of the pillows and giving it to her. “For your knees. So they won’t hurt.”

She nodded and hopped off the bed, putting the pillow down, and he stood quickly, rushing around the room and leaving her confused before he sat down on a chair near the bed, which admittedly put him closer to the floor than their tall mattress, and she knelt in front of him.

Ben’s hair was all messy, but she could see how his ears were pink, and could guess her face wasn’t too far from that shade.

“Can you show me how you like it?” she asked, a little embarrassed, though determined.

He nodded, and offered her an open hand, and wrapped her fingers around his thick rod, and Rey shuddered. He was so warm and hard, but his skin was still soft. It was like someone had wrapped velvet around hard metal.

“A little tighter,” he flexed his fingers, and Rey complied.

Her husband inhaled sharply, and she watched his face, fearing she had hurt him.

“Move up and down,” Ben continued, voice now low and dark, thick with desire, and Rey obeyed.

Her fingers couldn’t wrap fully around him, and she was quick to take her other hand up there just as well, moving them together, and his eyes drifted closed.

“Yes,” he moaned. “Just like that, Rey.”

She moved with a little more confident, and observed the red tip of his member, curious, as a little droplet formed there.

Maybe that was where she was supposed to kiss him.

So she did, raising herself up and placing her lips on it, giving him a little peck. Ben shuddered again, but she frowned. Well, this wouldn’t do.

Maybe…

Rey stuck out her tongue and wrapped her lips around him, taking just the red and glistening tip, and looked up through her eyelashes to check on her husband, finding his eyes closed, and his lips parted open. She could see the pleasure on his face.

It was so beautiful to look at.

She sucked on him, following her cheeks, still looking at him, and would have smiled had her mouth not been busy.

“Yes,” he moaned as she tried to make her hands move at the same rhythm as her mouth.

She couldn’t take him fully, but it was too hard - she almost gagged when she tried to take him down to her throat - and just sucked every bit she could have in her mouth, moving her hands along.

Pride filled her as she saw his his face was just showing the pleasure he was feeling, and his hips moved under her before Ben grabbed her by her hair, pulling gently.

“Wait, my love,” he moaned, breathless. “Wait, please,”

Rey moved away, hesitant, and moved her hand to dry her chin from her drool as she looked up at his face.

“Did I do anything wrong?” she asked, fearful.

Didn’t he like it?

“No,” Ben shook his head. “No, but if you make me cum in your mouth, I can’t be inside you.”

She flushed.

Oh.

So he was going to peak. She was going to make him peak.

Rey stood up and kissed his, fuelled by the confidence of her realisation, and pulled Ben closer, pushing her fingers into his soft hair, and climbed on top of him as her husband pulled her to him.

“You made me feel so good,” he squeezed her waist, pulling away to breath, and she tossed her head back as he started kissing her neck. “My perfect little wife.”

She moaned, and felt his hot rod against her stomach, wet with her saliva and his own natural wetness.

His fingers moved to her front slowly, and Rey arched her body when he touched her folds, stroking them slowly.

“Can I make you peak, wife?” he whispered. “Can I play with your pretty cunt and make you cum for me before I fuck you?”

She flushed, falling with her head on his shoulder.

“Please,” she whimpered.

Ben’s fingers touched her curls, already damp from pleasuring him, and his lips touched her jaw.

“My pretty wife,” he kissed her neck, a single finger going into her, and Rey gasped.

“Ben,” she whined.

“You sucked my cock so well,” he pulled his finger and then pushed it inside again, and she felt him rubbing her bud. “How did I get so lucky, finding a wife so fucking eager to such my cock she doesn’t even seem to care about me popping before I’m even inside her?”

She closed her eyes, already stupidly sensitive, and gasped when he put a second finger in her, slowly moving, and the heel of his palm massaged her sensitive pearl,

“Just want to make you feel good,” she whimpered.

“And now I get to make you feel good,” Ben hummed. “I get to make you cum on my fingers as many times as I want from now, because Her Royal Highness, Rebecca Palpatine…” he increased the pressure on her bud, rubbing it as he spoke. “Viscountess of Exegol, is my little wife. And you know what I can do with my little wife?”

She shook her head, dizzy, hot and shivering everywhere.

“I can make her scream and cum as loudly as I want,” he angled his finger, rubbing on a sensitive spot in her. “As many times as I want and anytime I want.”

Rey cried out, clinging to him as her muscled trembled.

“Ben,” she buried her face in the crook of his neck. “Oh God.”

“Cum for me, my pretty wife,” he hummed into her ear. “Peak for your husband.”

She did, shaking and moaning a little too loudly as he played with her, unstopping, until Rey pushed his hand away.

“Ben!” she protested.

He looked at her face, full of adoration, and caressed her thighs and Rey reached for his face, caressing his cheek with a hand and reaching under them, taking him in her hand and pulling him closer to her folds, rubbing herself on him.

“Inside, Ben?” she whimpered. “Please?”

His eyes traced her face.

“Here?” her husband asked, looking a little unsure.

She nodded.

They would have time to use the bed later, right?

They had all the time in the world.

Ben raised her hips, and Rey closed her eyes when she felt his tip getting into her.

God, he was big.

Of course, she knew he was big, But she didn’t know he would feel this big.

“You’re doing so well,” he hummed. “Good girl, my perfect wife.”

Ben moved his nose over hers and kissed her lips, and Rey whined as she tried to take him. It felt like it was never going to end, that his cock - as Ben had called it - was endless as it filled her up.

“There you go,” he bit her lower lip. “Good girl, taking me so well. So beautiful, taking my cock.”

She whimpered, feeling his thigh under her, and Ben grunted.

“Yes,” he moaned. “There you go, Rebecca.”

Rey raised her hips, trying her best to move on top of him, and Ben put his hands on her hips, lifting her up and then helping her down, and his fingers moved on her clit again, playing with her again.

She was still moaning as he helped her, and he was quick to caress her again, gentle but firm.

Soon, she felt herself fluttering again, hungry and foggy in her mind as Ben drove her to insanity.

“Ben,” she cried out.

“Cum for me again, wife,” he kissed her jaw. “Squeeze me in your cunt again, milk me in your cunt.”

She shuddered, resting her head on his shoulder, and Ben moaned right in her ear when Rey tumbled over the edge. She was a little surprised to feel something warmer than normal inside her as her husband shuddered, but his lips on hers took her mind away from everything else.

“I love you,” Ben panted against her lips. “Love you so much.”

She rested her hands on his shoulders, rubbing her nose on his.

“I love you too.”

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WRONG IN ALL THE RIGHT WAYS

AN A/B/O OFFICE AU

Rey Johnson is a woman of resolution. When she started working with Ben Solo, one of the best lawyers in New York, she decided she wouldn’t let anything stand between her and success. Not even her Omega's needs. So against all doctors' recommendations, suppressing her heats was the smartest thing to do. Until she was faced with an unusual scenario that involved going to her boss’ apartment and being surrounded by his delicious scent. That’s when she realized just how ‘smart’ her decisions were…

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Sit Anywhere You Want (Rey x Ben Solo | Kylo Ren)

EXPLICIT 18+ MINORS DNI. Word Count: 5k | Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

@dark-scape and I collaborated on this fic.

He says, “Well, here we are at my place,” which she doubts. Rey doesn’t know what his place is like, but it isn’t this refined. He chuckles, removing his elbows from his knees. With arched brows and an otherwise straight face, he says, “Really.” His brows relax. “What do you feel like doing?” His voice floods every inch of her, and she can't help but visually undress him. He inhales through his strong nose, meets her gaze, and cocks an eyebrow: “Now that’s an idea."

If you're more into x Reader, the original (Ben Solo x Reader) is linked in "inspired by" or on my page.

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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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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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chromisomi · 10 months

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lifebuoy, a reylo fic | ch 13 is up!

Her lips taste of spearmint, whiskey, and the promise of ruin.

Ben will remember this, maybe all his life. As he moves to pull away the band holding her lower bun, he memorizes the way she feels on his mouth. The way she tastes, the way she smells, the way she gasps when the bun finally comes free. He takes it all, greedily. Unapologetically.

And despite the urgent need for more , there’s still a voice that tells him he should stop, that he should pull away and walk her out and never have her come back again. That this has gone too far, that what had started as a harmless distraction grew into…

Rey moans when his fingers weave through the hairs at her nape, tugging her head back. The sound curls at his core, sending blood straight down south until he can feel himself hardening.

Into this.

No. He couldn’t bring himself to pull away from her. Not after everything, after all this time. There isn’t a single thing in the world that could keep him from her now. Nothing could pull him away as nothing else, in this moment and every other in her presence, exists.

It’s just him and her and their lips finally finding solace.

“Unreal,” Ben breathes against her jaw, leaving a thorough trail of kisses behind. “This isn’t happening.”

“Is it not?” She whispers before fingertips trace along his erection.

Jesus.

Ben’s trail of kisses grows hungrier with each descent down her soft neck. Greed takes over as he sucks and nips and licks at her throat, eager for more gasps and moans. “Touch me again,” he breathes against her collarbone. More. He needs more.

A palm wraps around the bulge barely contained beneath his zipper and Ben groans.

Where their faces meet – her cheek to his browbone – Ben feels her smile. He’s almost overcome by the desire to watch it grow. “Like that?” Rey whispers.

“Just like that.”

“Mm.”

The same, damning palm tightens its grip on him, pulling out another breathless groan that buries itself in the crook of her neck. She continues her ministrations, distracting Ben in his pursuit down her throat until he’s left a panting mess. He cannot be close, not now. Not before he’s even seen her.

Fingers work at his belt now, quickly undoing its buckle before he stops them in its movement. Rey looks up at him. “Let’s… slow down.” His hands move to her hair now, undoing the rest of her buns. When he catches the embarrassed downturn of her gaze, panic urges him to drop more kisses along her jaw. “I won’t last long if we go this way.”

Behind strands of her loosened hair, Rey’s cheeks flush. “Okay.” Her gaze is still lowered.

Ben grabs ahold of her hip. “I’d rather you be on top of me if I’m going to finish prematurely.”

She looks up now, her lips parting.

There they are. Those hazel-colored eyes.

With hands glued to her hips, Ben helps Rey as she throws a leg over his lap. She’s facing him now, her thighs pressed to either side of him, his thickness engulfed by her warmth. There’s nothing else her eyes, those beautiful, damning eyes, could do now but rest on his.

“Take your hoodie off.” His voice had grown husky.

A smirk tugs at her lips. “Take it off of me yourself.”

God, how his cock throbs at that.

Ben wastes no time in sliding his hands underneath the hoodie, dragging it up and over Rey’s raised arms, revealing more and more skin until…

A strangled noise leaves his lips.

She isn’t wearing a bra.

Pink, hardened nipples stare back at him as Ben takes in her freckled breasts. His hands move up her sides, slow in their approach to her chest. Rey only watches him, no hint of discomfort or wariness shining in her eyes. She wants this. Or… does she want this? Is this okay?

Ben swallows. “May I…?”

She nods.

Not enough. “Rey, I need to hear you say it–”

With a huff, Rey grabs his hands and guides it to her breasts.

“Touch me,” she murmurs.

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