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anopendoor · 10 months

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Truth or dare / rival-ish to lovers / boarding school / alcohol / groping / dub-con / mature / drabble 😬

~ For ReyloHot1s ~

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It started out as a dare.

“Make out with Ben Solo and slip this hot pepper into his mouth.”

Bazine dangled it by the stem in front of Rey’s face. Her nose tingled as the spice prickled her senses. She could already feel her eyes watering.

Rey glanced over across the auditorium where Ben stood with a group of his friends, towering above the rest of them. White button-down and maroon tie. She wanted to yank him by the end of it. Pull him down to her level.

He looked like goddamn sex on legs. He always did. The bastard.

Maybe it was the alcohol she downed in the dorm pre-game, but something made her think she could do it. She could accomplish this dare. She wanted to.

Was it because this was her chance to see what all the fuss was about? To pursue her thinly veiled crush and have an excuse to do more than roll her eyes at him when he did something so stupidly boyish (while looking hot as hell) with his friends? Was it also an opportunity to wipe that smug smile off his face when she planted one on him and passed that pepper between their lips?

Fuck it. She looked hot. Her tits looked great. She’d give him a kiss he’d never fucking forget—

Rey took the little pepper out of Bazine’s outstretched hand and turned on her heel.

“Oh my god, is she really going to—“

She didn’t hear anything else whichever of her friends had to say because she was halfway across the dance floor already. The stem of the pepper twirled between her thumb and forefinger at her side.

Ben caught sight of her approach, his demeanor instantly changing. He straightened, growing impossibly taller. That smirk and lopsided grin sliding into place in greeting.

Cocky bastard.

She noticed how his eyes scanned her in the darkened room. At the tight black tube top she wore that hugged her chest in all the right places. A similar tight black skirt stretched across her hips. His plush lips pressed together as he pushed his enormous hands into his pockets. The air around him sizzled with heat. His friends part, making space for her, eyebrows raised at her courage.

Rey didn’t give him a chance to say the first word, falling into her earlier compulsion and yanking him closer to her by his necktie.

“You’re coming with me.”

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They moved to a corner of the auditorium to the sound of hoots and low-pitched “Yoooos” trailing behind them as Ben let her drag him away from his friends.

Rey glanced back once to see Vicrul give Ben a bro shake, like he was congratulating him on his accomplishments.

She wondered how smug he’d be in a few minutes. As she had her back to him, Rey put the pepper into her mouth, careful not to bite down just yet.

The beat of the music thumped in time with her pulse as she swung Ben around herself, forcing him against the wall. He hit it with a soft grunt she heard so deep in his chest.

He just watched her, waiting for her to make her move. The air around them was unspoken as the question flitted in her head.

I dare you.

She couldn’t speak with the pepper in her mouth. Didn’t want to accidentally trigger the effects and ruin her chance at winning this dare. She was going to cement her status as Rey Niima: stubborn, (possibly stupid), but a girl you don’t mess with. A girl who doesn’t take anyone’s shit. Least of all Ben Solo.

Without a word she stepped into his space. It was subtle—how his throat bobbed in anticipation, his eyes slightly dropping to this half-lidded expression as they drop to her mouth. His hands didn’t lift to touch her. Not yet. Still waiting for her to determine if they should.

Suddenly, he seemed less like the cock-sure jock that was always messing around with his friends across campus. The rumors of his escapades were endless. He’d often have his arm around a girl in the dining hall, whispering in her ear, making her laugh.

It didn’t make Rey jealous. Not at all. Their dynamic was different. And she wasn’t going to let him know that she wanted to know what all the fuss was about. That their slight rival dynamic wasn’t just because she liked knocking him down a few pegs, but because she thought about the softness of his lips while staring off into space in Chem—

Rey shook her head. Now wasn’t the time for this. Focus.

One hand went up and her fingers curled around his striped Jedi Academy tie. He would wear a piece of his school uniform to the one event where they’re allowed to finally be out of dress code. Rey knew she was pushing it with the sliver of skin exposing her belly. But Ms. Kanata only gave her and her friends a raised brow.

At least, that’s all the reprimanding Rey may get unless she’s caught making out with the school’s star striker in a quieter corner of the auditorium.

Which… is what she should be doing right now. Their friends were surely watching them from across the room. Her friends waiting to see Ben’s reaction. His ready to pat him on the back for getting Rey Niima to actually make a move.

She didn’t just kiss anyone, and definitely not at a school dance. But there’s never been a dare involved before. And she hated to lose.

Deciding it was like ripping a band-aid off, Rey pulled him by his tie and one corner of his shirt collar, closing her eyes as their lips collide.

It was closed-mouthed at first, until she remembered she had a scorching hot pepper on her tongue that she was supposed to swipe with Ben’s. But he was the one who was quick to change that, taking the kiss as his green light.

His hands were on her ass in a second, surprising her as he crushed her against the hard panes of his chest. Rey swore she could feel the ridges of his six-pack against her exposed skin. It was like melding her body against a boulder. She gasped, allowing a small part in her lips which Ben took advantage of.

His tongue dove first, slipping into her mouth and prying her open. She’s so lost in it she forgets about the pepper entirely. Ben didn’t seem to notice. Their tongues tangled together in a dance—or more like a fight for dominance.

The way Ben sucked at her face made her feel like she was his only source of air. And shit, he was really good at it. At making the world fall away and entirely occupying all of her senses.

When it was actually necessary they both breathe, Ben pulled away only to thread one of his hands around her neck, holding her close as he whispered in her ear, “You’re so fucking hot.”

His words made Rey’s molars grind together as the muscles in her body tightened. Heat coursed down her from her head to her toes. Beneath her tight skirt, her thighs pressed against each other, wanting to relieve some of the tension that had sweat beginning to permeate her skin.

As she thought about willing her heart to steady, Ben’s mouth latched back onto hers, satisfied with the effect of his words. When his tongue next delved into her mouth the feeling is sharp, like a white hot slice and—

—and her mouth was on fire.

She must’ve bit down on the pepper, and usually her tolerance for heat is hers alone to tackle, but as the oil from the chili pepper swirled against Ben’s tongue trying to carve out as much space into her mouth as he could, suddenly he stopped.

The spice had to have hit him as Rey sensed her own mouth start to go numb. Ben pulled away and spat on the floor beside them. Rey glanced quickly down to see the half-bitten pepper blearily on the darkened floor.

“The fuck—“ she heard Ben curse as he tried to make sense of her dare.

Except, he didn’t push her away as realization hit in the form of his scorching mouth. Some of the strobe lights from the dance floor flick over to them and Rey could see the intensity in his eyes.

Like a hawk snatching its prey, Ben hunched down.

“You like it when it hurts, Niima?” Ben’s voice grated against her throat. Her mouth was one fire, she couldn’t taste anything. Could hardly feel anything either. Her tolerance for spicy foods was commendable, and yet she burned. Everywhere.

It was a different kind of burn than from the hot pepper she had sliding against her tongue moments before. It was the kind that had all of her nerve endings on fire. A heat that made her heart pound against her chest. This desire to keep it lit is what had her licking a stripe up the column of Ben’s neck. The taste of his sweat tingled against her numbed tastebuds.

She felt his reaction in the grip of his hands on her hips, pulling her tightly against his body as he ground his erection into her. Hard bulge obvious against the soft swell between her hips.

Despite what she tried to do to him, he seemed unfazed. Or rather, the reaction she expected was not what she got.

His mouth found hers again as he mauled at her. As if the harder he kissed her would compensate for the prank she played on him. On herself.

Ben’s hands slid around her ass and he squeezed.

“What I want to do to you,” he growled, loud enough for her to hear as her mouth tore away and she smashed her lips and teeth against his jaw then his jugular.

Her hands scrabbled at his shirt, blindly feeling for his tie and top buttons. He let her do whatever she wanted, mindless to it all except for the task of keeping her close.

Whatever he wanted to do to her, she wanted him to too.

Rey nipped at his skin as his hands kept groping her ass, as if he couldn’t get enough of it. Of her.

His thumbs hooked into the elastic waistband of her skirt and she wished she’d worn a shorter one. One that he could had slid his hand up and touched her where she wanted him to.

Time evaded them as they stayed in that corner. Long enough for the effects of the pepper to wear away. Long enough for Rey to blink and notice the music had stopped and the lights were up.

Rey blinked, tearing herself far enough away for her eyesight to clear. As it does, she noticed Ben’s hair slightly damp and sweaty. His chest panted against hers. His lips were flushed red, likely similar to hers but due to their height difference, Rey’s eyes landed on his neck where pinkish bruises had started to form. His tie was loosened, somehow some of the buttons of his shirt had come undone, likely from her grabbing at him, revealing some of that delectable chest…

At the sound of catcalls and whistles, Rey realized they were no longer shrouded in darkness, that Bazine was cheering her on for fulfilling her dare. That everyone knew just what they were doing.

Surely a chaperone was going to stomp toward them and yank them apart—

“Hey—“ Ben’s voice was hoarse, but it snapped her attention right back to him.

Their bodies were still pressed against each other. She could feel his hand, hot and massive on her back. She couldn’t stop staring at what she did to his neck…

“Wanna go back to my dorm?” That throat bobbed with his words, and while Rey heard them (every deep syllable), it took a while for her to realize just what he’d asked. He was still hard against her, despite their now obvious audience.

It was then that she realized she hadn’t said a word, not since this whole thing started. She wasn’t sure if she even had a voice.

But she did know what she wanted.

Rey’s gaze flicked up to Ben’s, shivering at the look in his eyes. The heat that had nothing to do with the hot pepper (but maybe a little to do with her dare).

She nodded.

Ben reached between them with the hand that wasn’t on her back, adjusting himself, but from what Rey could feel, she wasn’t sure if there was any hiding that.

Guess the rumors about his size were true…

By the expression on Ben’s face as he stared at her, excitement flared in Rey’s belly. Her lips tingled as she licked them, Ben’s gaze darting to it.

“Fuck, Niima.” She liked how he hissed her name.

Then suddenly, he was tugging her away, hand still on her back as he pulled her to his side and made a beeline to the auditorium doors.

“You’re welcome!” Bazine called as they passed their group of friends.

Rey was too preoccupied (and horny) to care.

And maybe she couldn’t feel her mouth anymore—but she knew she was about to feel a whole lot of something else.

(Ben’s 🌶️)

#reylo manip #anopendoormanips #reylo #reylo fic #reylo drabble #reylo prompt #reylohot1s #ben solo #ben x rey #rey #reylo truth or dare #reylo trash #reylo challenge

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the-heartlines · 1 year

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| helaemond reylo aesthetic | "darkness rises and light to meet it." [413 words]

#helaemond #helaemond soulmate #reylo au #reylo #star wars #house of the dragon #hotd aesthetic #hotd fic #hotd drabbles #my writing #aemond targaryen #helaena targaryen #my aesthetic #my edits #my edit #aemond x helaena

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andicillustrates · 1 year

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Uh oh! I’m back on my bullshit again! 🤷🏻‍♀️

#reylo #Star Wars #rey star wars #kylo ren #my art #illustration #digital illustration #fanart #art #if you see me thinking of or writing lil drabbles in my notes app #no you don’t :)

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lily-lilibeth · 7 months

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Safe and Sound

A/N: A small Reylo piece I wrote long ago and wanted to share here.

Summary: Ben is getting nightmares every night about Rey dying in front of him. Is up for his life companion and wife to comfort him and aleviate his pain and fear.

I do not own Star Wars nor its characters.

You thought you could save her?

Foolish child, I expected better from you! And now you will see what happens to those who disobey me.

Ben Solo whimpered slightly as he thrashed in bed, this was the third night in a row that he kept having these nightmares. His Rey, his life companion, his wife, the love of all his life.

Watch her die before you as punishment!

"N-no, Rey..." He whimpered again and tried his dammest to wake up from his nightmare, he can't move, he felt his breath caught in his lungs. He can't move and won't be able to save Rey!

With a movement of his finger, Supreme Leader Snoke snapped Rey's neck with the Force in front of his apprentice.

Now turn your dispair into anger, ignite it. You just lose her!

Ben jerked away and coughed, sitting up in bed. "REY!" His breathed is caught in his throat as he whimpers and hyperventilates, Rey... she just died again, he lost the woman that he loved.

"Ben, hey, Ben!" Rey now has her hands on her husband's shoulders. "Ben, you're okay, you're okay, it's only a nightmare." Her concerned and soothing voice was what brought Ben back to reality and he looked at his wife, there was fear in his eyes, like a fear that he had not felt ever since a long time ago. His brown eyes locked into her hazel eyes, and almost automatically he drew the woman into his arms.

"Rey..." He whispered, holding Rey in almost possessive way as if he was scared that she would disappear the next second he let her go from his tight embrace. "...Don't leave me... I... I wouldn't take it, I can't live without you..." His voice cracked a little, and he felt something wet roll down his cheeks. Tears. He had started crying. "P-Please..." He sobbed softly.

"Ben..." Rey understood now. His nightmare was about her again, just like the past few days where he would wake up in the morning and look so scared and shattered. Her arms wrapped around his back and she held him closer. "I'm right here with you, I'll never leave you. My home is here with you." Her hands cupped his damp cheeks and her hazel eyes looked into his teary brown eyes.

"How... how can I be sure? I'm scared Rey..." Ben was never one to show his emotions openly, he'd learned long ago not to be driven by emotion, currently though, he was quite scared, so hurt and uncertain of what would happen next. "If I lose you... I..."

"Shh," Rey cut him off by holding him closer to him, putting his head in her chest, close to where her heart was, it was beating calmly and gently. Her beating heart was right there, she was alive. Alive and here with him, it was going to be alright, it had to. Rey had to be alright. "It's alright, everything will be alright, Ben. I'm right here, you will not lose me." She whispered into his ear, her hands both caressing his dark hair and his back as he comforted him. "Snoke is dead, you killed him, Ben. He cannot hurt us anymore." She spoke with sincerity. "You're alright, I'm right, my love." She continued with her soothing actions. Ben leaned in her touch.

"Rey, I love you so much. I love no other woman aside you, I must protect you." Even with his teary, broken voice, Ben vowed himself to protect his wife to the best of his ability. It had to be this way, he couldn't bare to lose the love of his entire life. They had come this far to be separated by destiny. Screw destiny or fate, Ben was not going to lose his beloved Rey.

Rey smiled, knowing this was the protective and loving Ben that she loved and adored. "I know you will, Ben."

Ben looked up into her hazel eyes after a while of being nested in her arms and having his face into her chest. "I promise you."

With that he leant in, letting his lips meet with Rey's. They both held each other close as they shared one passionated kiss.

Ben now knew that no matter how scary and painful his nightmares were, they were just nightmares and not a real thing. He would not lose Rey, not now and never.

Without a doubt, he would have Rey until death did them apart, even in the afterlife they would be together and nothing was changing that.

#my writing #star wars #reylo #ben solo #star wars rey #ben solo x rey #kylo ren x rey #ben x rey #oneshot #drabble

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welldonebeca · 7 months

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When do you think Rey and Ben fell in love?

I haven’t watched the films in such a long time, and I don’t want to butcher the canon, so… I hope you like this au from Ben slowly realising he is love instead.

. . .

Ben settled into his chair beside the bed, the first rays of daylight sneaking past the curtains and gently caressing the back of his new wife's form, illuminating her by just over an inch.

Rey, oh, Rey was a vision. It had been only few days since he first laid eyes on her, a mere four nights since they'd exchanged vows before the priest, sealing the alliance between their families.

He shouldn't... Ben shouldn't be this smitten, shouldn't be this utterly entranced.

And yet he was. Yet, he had found heaven in her arms. She was delightful in every way, ever word that left her lips enchanted him, every smile of hers made his heart leap, every tender and shy kiss of her lips made him crave another and another.

Her witty comments and sweet humour filled his days with delight. The unabashed way she expressed herself from the very first day had eased his soul in ways he had never imagined possible.

Ben quietly returned to the bed, whatever had momentarily drawn him away from her side now a distant memory, entirely irrelevant. His wife turned to face him, still lost in peaceful slumber, her arms enveloping him, holding him close as she inhaled and exhaled serenely.

His heart raced within his chest at the sensation of her skin against his, Rey still blissfully unaware.

Was this what his father had spoken of before? The sensation of being utterly taken, wrapped around someone's finger?

Ben closed his eyes and exhaled, his heart overflowing with contentment. Yes, it was indeed wonderful.

#reylo #reylo fanfic #reylo drabble #reylo fluff #reylo au

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kylosbreedingkink · 1 year

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Prompt from @kyluxtrashpit. Trying to keep my word count low and just do a short scene.. I think it worked out? This probably isn't what you expected lmao.

She can't believe her eyes. Finn and Ben just stood there, in an embrace. She would say it was one sided with the way Ben stood stiffly in Finn's arms, which weren't quite long enough to reach all the way around him. But then she saw Ben slump forward into Finn, like he trusts the shorter man to support his full weight. Like he's done it before, a rehearsed reaction to her friends embrace.

She hates how it looks like they belong together.

Hates how the hug doesn't seem to end.

The worst part is that she's sure she's not meant to see this. They're in a small quiet corner of the base in the early morning, no one else around. She was sure she wasn't meant to see it, until Ben's eyes open and lock with hers.

And then she was just the voyeur who had been caught.

Their eyes stay locked as Ben removes himself from Finn's arms and steps back, finally broken when he turns and leaves. Finn himself seems confused, until he follows Ben's eyes and sees her standing there.

"What was that about? Why were you hugging Ben?"

There was a minute scrunch of Finn's eyebrows.

"I think he prefers to be called Kylo"

#fic prompts #kylo ren #ben solo #finnlo #finn/kylo #rey skywalker #kylo fic #drabble #one sided reylo? or is it one sided finnrey. who knows not even rey herself knows #prompt fills

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thereyloaddict · 1 year

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“Dare!”

Poe’s challenge comes more quickly than the rest. “I dare you to find out what Ben’s toothpaste tastes like.”

The two share pointed looks before Rey finally nods then sets her drink down with a bit too much force, foam sloshing over the sides.

Ben frowns down at his boots, “Well that’s gonna be hard to do, my toothpaste is—“

He stills, going utterly silent when two small, warm hands clasp the sides of his face.

The look of determination in her eyes is almost frightening but then her mouth is on his, her tongue against his lips, brushing against his teeth.

He’s lost, a little unbalanced, grabbing onto the only solid thing he can find to keep him upright.

Mind racing he tries to catalog every detail, the way her breath puffs against his cheek, how her fingers curl behind his ears, the taste of cinnamon invading his senses.

And just as quickly as it began, it’s over.

Rey—she’s leaning back but not stepping away and wiping the corner of a cocky grin with the tip of her finger.

He can’t speak, isn’t entirely sure if he should remove his hands from her ass or when they landed there.

“Spearmint,” she calls over her shoulder, not taking her eyes off him. “I think.”

“You think?” Poe laughs.

“Better have another taste,” she whispers. “Just to be sure.”

#reylo #reylo drabble

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zoawrites · 1 year

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In the Fog

For @silverhyacinth, who prompted me (thank you!) with these enticing lines:

“So you’re not at all scared of me?”

“No, we all have our bad sides. That doesn’t outweigh anything about you.”

“Will you be okay with me?”

“I am. If I wasn’t, why do I love you?”

I hope you like!❤️

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The yellow streetlights illuminated him in profile. A black overcoat and black hat protected him from the foggy weather. The hat was tilted a bit rakishly but really it was to cover the scar that rent one side of his face in two. His was a unique face anyway, long and asymmetrical with a large nose and full lips. The scar might have made him grotesque, but it missed his eyes, and his eyes softened everything else. They were whiskey-brown and gentle, exuding emotion even when his expression was stoic.

She supposed that’s why…

“You sure about this?”

Rey pulled the collar of her coat up against a sudden chill in the air. “I’m sure.”

He looked at her askance. “So…you’re not scared of me? At all?”

Turning to face him, Rey shook her head. “No. We all have our bad sides. That doesn’t outweigh anything good I know about you.”

Ben met her gaze, his own grave. “Rey. There’s no going back if we do this. If we go in there, you’re stuck with me for who knows how long. I have to know for certain: Will you be okay with me?”

She couldn’t help but smile, a slight upturn of her mouth, but a smile nonetheless.

“Yes. If I wasn’t then…why do I love you?”

He sucked in a sharp breath. “You shouldn’t say that.”

“It’s the truth,” Rey murmured. “I don’t expect you to feel the same. But I wanted you to know. Before…” He was silent; his hat shielded his eyes from her, leaving his true sentiment unknown. Rey sighed. “We should go.”

She never finished her step into the street, because Ben abruptly caught her hand and pulled her into his arms. The kiss was rough and desperate at first, toothy and crushing, but quickly softened and he took her face in his hands, wide palms covering her cheeks as their lips met again and again.

They pulled apart slowly, but only enough to catch their breath. Rey’s heart drummed in her chest. He felt it, too. In that moment, she feared nothing. Not as long as he was by her side.

Ben had not dropped his hands from her face. He stared down at her, allowing her to see his eyes. As always, they betrayed everything he felt. Fear and worry, but also...

“I love you.”

Rey nodded.

“I know.”

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he swore.

“I know.”

He inhaled deeply and released her, but only to take her hand again. “Follow my lead,” he said.

Together, they disappeared into the fog.

#zoa drabbles #zoawrites #zoasworks #zoa answers #reylo #reylo fic #reylo fanfic #reylo fanfiction

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oh-great-authoress · 11 months

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Happy, Happy Birthday, My Dearest Sister, @welsharcher !!

Ben Solo is a brilliant but grouchy aeronautical engineer, working for Sienar Aviation, at their headquarters in the Pacific Northwest, and when he gets into a car accident, he narrowly escapes with his life, but is left in need of a great deal of physical therapy.

In his recovery, his mother, Leia Organa-Solo, owner of Varykino Ranch in Chandrila, Wyoming, begs him to come home, so that she can help him.

When he arrives, he finds that Varykino has pivoted from cattle ranching to therapy, working with veterans, those with special needs, and most importantly for Ben, those needing physical therapy.

Inevitably, sparks fly between stubborn Ben and easygoing head therapist, Rey Niima.

Will Rey be able to tame Ben, or will he be left as broken as when he arrived at Varykino?

#was i inspired by your gingerrose horse therapy board/drabble?#maybe…#but i hope you like it my dearest sister!!!#reylo #reylo au #western au #ish #reylo moodboard #rey of jakku #daisy ridley #ben solo #adam driver

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hakuoukiandmocha11 · 2 years

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It’s been (I think) a year~ since I posted here, but twitter is falling apart, so I’m back here I guess?

Anyway long live reylo & okichi

…Also haladriel 😈

#mocha drabbles #reylo #okichi #haladriel #twitter is dying lmao #idk what I’ll start posting since I’ve been tweeting garbage for past several years now #enemies to lovers #my taste is immaculate

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castielsxbitch · 1 year

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Someone please take away my phone and bring a priest cuz I have been reading exclusively reylo alpha/omega shit for the last couple of weeks and I cannot take it anymore. I am going mental in horny foggy thoughts help!

#reylo drabble #reylo #reylo fanfic #kylo ren #alpha omega #fanfic #adam driver #daisy ridley #star wars #reylo art #ben solo #rey palpatine

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enligh · 2 years

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Torment: Reylo

“Do I torment you?” He asked once in the dark, a projection sourced from thousands of light years away. He had crowded her against the wall of the ship, his hands pinned on either sides of her head. So close that his breath ghosted her cheeks.

He’s just an illusion, she reminded herself as the knot in her throat grew hard, nothing more than that.

But force if he wasn’t a convincing one, more vivid and fucking real than anything she’d ever seen, ever felt. Something in Rey ached at the thought. She took in the way the dark cut around him, how it mingled with the texture of his hair. The color of his eyes, so pitch she could not find the difference between pupil and iris.

“Well?” He prompted, something different lacing his tone than arrognance and the desire to see her squirm, and in that silted moment the desire to answer him truthfully enveloped her.

“Yes,” she shuddered, “Always.”

She saw how he flinched imperceptively, how his jaw tightened and his gaze went steely. “You’re just like the rest,” he seethed, and his hand came to claw around her jaw, forcing her gaze up. “Just like them.”

She brought her hand up to grip his forearm, tight like a vise, and in the back of her mind she realized that this- this shouldn’t be possible. She shouldn’t be able to feel the imprint of his jacket against her hand, the heat of his skin beneath it. But it was happening, and she did feel it, just as she had on Ach-to.

It stung to think of that day, how those whispered words turned against them both, and she ignored the wound as she said. “I am like no one, you’ve said so yourself. You do torment me, in a completely new way.”

“What would have happened if you had come with me, back in the throne room?” she softly asked, as her gaze flickered all over the contours of his face, “I’m sure you wanted to for a moment, just like I did. That doesn’t matter now,” Rey’s voice faulted even as her mouth twisted wryly, “Because even though I left you then, you haven’t left me, Ben. And I think we could have been happy, could’ve learned to have been anways.”

A heavy silence had fallen as they watched each other. His gaze, usually so guarded and stoic, blistered with a heat she rarely saw as he scanned her. His grip loosened from her jaw, gloved hand moving to cup her cheek as he sank and bent lower toward her, so close to Rey that her veins thrummed and her breath disappated. “Yes,” he whispered as he curled her hair around the shell of her ear. His eyes darkened with a sudden exhaustion, a sadness she knew too well, “I imagined we could have.”

#reylo #my writing #freeform #angst #Drabble: 500 words

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