#rey x kylo ren fanfiction

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Art for Scene from Chapter One of "Resistance and Redemption"

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54748156

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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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(Leia & Ben art @o0-snowdrop-0o | Rey/Ben art @hotside | used w/ permission)

Rating Mature

Chapter Summary

🔞 Smut Ahead! 🔞 Ben Solo reunites with his estranged family and Rey with her friends on Coruscant as the Resistance and the citizens celebrate their victory. A month later, Finn, Rose, Poe, Chewbacca, and the droids receive Medals of Honor at a public ceremony while Rey decides to reward Ben in an entirely different way...

Excerpt

Ben Solo stood at the window of a Senate office that had been repurposed into an apartment of sorts for Rey and him, his injuries fully healed from the previous month. While the apartment was far less spacious than his old royal chambers in the First Order Capitol, Ben didn't mind. He had Rey with him. Having Rey with him made the past month or so much more manageable. Even with his mother's unwavering support, The Resistance still distrusted him, even as he freely gave them access codes, base and factory locations, and signed orders to free thousands of the wrongfully imprisoned across the galaxy. He had avoided his own imprisonment or execution, though he was still ostracized. To go to a ceremony like the one he watched from afar would be a bad idea, even though he genuinely wanted to be there for his Uncle Chewie. To show his respect towards Rey's friends, even if they didn't reciprocate. He knew they only tolerated him because of Rey and his mother, but he did hope they could reach an understanding one day. He understood, he was once Supreme Leader of the First Order, after all. He had spent much of his reign trying to wipe the Resistance out and had personally tried to kill several of them. Forgiveness was going to take a long time. Forgiving himself was going to take even longer. Ben felt Rey's arms wrap around his waist, and she gave him a peck on the cheek. "You should be down there with them, too," he said, looking back at her. "They are your friends." "I didn't fight their battle. They deserve this moment without me taking their thunder," Rey reasoned, resting her head on his shoulder. "I've already congratulated them this morning." Ben conceded with a sigh and folded his arms as he looked away from her to stare down at the parade below. "By the way... I think you should be rewarded, too," Rey said, kissing his neck now. "I don't think we'd be able to enjoy continued victories against the First Order without your intel." Ben shook his head and chuckled mirthlessly. "I'm just righting my wrongs. I don't deserve a reward for that." Rey grinned and turned him around to face her. She placed her hands on his chest, prompting him to unfold his arms. "Oh, I think it'll be just as rewarding for me as it will be for you..." she said with a mischievous grin. "Oh?" Ben arched an eyebrow. " Oh ..."

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[paganprankster]

Chance Encounters (Kylo Ren x GN!reader) (SFW)

Summary:

(Y/N) is one of the highest-ranking officials employed for the overseeing of the Death Star construction- a plan ordered by Kylo Ren. They stayed clear of him but could no longer as a sudden breach of an Imperial force supply base was reported- resulting in their paths crossing for the first time.

In the distant future, humanity has expanded its reach across the galaxy, eventually forming a vast alliance known as the Imperial Forces. This alliance occupies a variety of planets, with their influence reaching the farthest edges of the galaxy. Each planet was accompanied by its unique cultures, technologies, and species. However, the Imperial Forces rule was threatened when a military force- known as the Rebellion- began to rise in (population). They were in direct opposition to the Imperial forces, often trying to (ruin) technological research in response to the rumor that they were attempting to recreate the infamous Death Star. Should they succeed through their trials and tribulations, it would be the end of the Rebellion. Wherever the resistance has influence, the planet would be eradicated immediately without remorse- simultaneously serving as a reminder for the rest of the galaxy to never show resistance against the Imperial Forces.

 (Y/N) took another glance at the holographic map in front of them, slowly circling and analyzing the data concerning a recent attack on the Imdaar galactic supply base. To hide progress made on the Death Star, the blueprints were stored safely on the Finalizer under guard of thousands of imperial employees- making it near impossible for spies to find and successfully steal. The supplies used in the construction were scattered throughout most Imperial bases to hide them. The most valuable of which, the near indestructible Quandanium Steel and its alloys, were concealed within the confines of the Imdaar base; and now, they were destroyed. (Y/N)’s face conformed into a scowl. “Who knows how much money we lost in this attack,” they quickly used their fingers to zoom out of the base’s location and onto the nearby regions, “Do we know where they attacked from?” General Hux appeared beside them. “The stormtroopers on site didn't give any information that was useful,” he began, “After the bombing after the battle of Yavin, you would expect that our defenses there would be near impenetrable after it was rebuilt. But here we are-” Hux let out a halfhearted chuckle. (Y/N)’s eyes did not leave the map. They could feel the sensation of Hux’s eyes on them- following their movements- but they paid no mind. Being one of the highest-ranking officials employed for the overseeing of the Death Star construction, it was your job to help recoup after this loss. “General Hux, we are going to need a team to get together and survey the area- see where the infiltration may have occurred and see what may remain. The material there is essential to our project- and if nothing remains in the rubble, we will need proper funding to build from scratch. Another Imperial officer, part of (Y/N)’s operation team, nervously cleared his throat to garner attention.

“We will need to inform Master Ren about this-” he said, and immediately General Hux turned to face him, striking a fear into your poor coworker's body, and silencing him. “You’re overstepping your authority- and by informing Ren,” informally using his name, “Will only create a larger problem than we already have.”

“With all due respect, General,” (Y/N)’s voice cut through the growing tensions in the room, “Not informing him would warrant a bigger problem. We need a team, and funding- It will be impossible without the support of Master Ren.”

General Hux turned to face you, focusing his eyes onto yours. You watched as your coworker gave a small sigh of relief and returned to documenting the net loss of the attack with the rest of his group a safe distance away from Hux. General Hux is notorious for the need to be in control; Rarely anyone defies his orders, and if they do, they suffer the consequences. (Y/N) confidently stood their ground, maintaining their unwavering eye contact. (Y/N) straightened their posture, challengingly. Hux’s eyes searched theirs, not used any show of defiance.

“Ren-”

“Listen to them, if you know what’s good for you.”  

All heads swiveled towards the location of the robotic-like voice- a voice unmistakable. At the door to the meeting room stood Kylo Ren, donning his black mask and matching robes. Quickly, everyone in the room lowered their heads as a show of respect. Only Hux, and (Y/N) raised their heads again. (Y/N) smirked upon noticing the red look creeping its way onto Hux’s face. Whether it be from embarrassment, or anger, they were unsure. The smirk quickly left as they gazed back at Kylo Ren and met where his eyes would be- obscured by his mask. A chill went down their spine, simultaneously breaking eye contact upon noticing the closed fists of Kylo Ren shaking in anger. ‘Shit,’ they thought, ‘Hux has him pissed.’  If Hux’s comments had not pissed him off enough, the news about the attack on Imdaar would surely be his last straw. (Y/N) was the first to break this silence. “Master Ren, there’s been an attack on the supplies base on Imdaar-” nearly immediately, Kylo Rens murderous aura filled the room. He briskly walked to the holo-map that displayed the areas of damage.

“What did we lose?” he asked, turning towards one of the officers on your squad. Terrified, the officer began anxiously scanning the data on his holo-pad. “N-nearly 5.6 million credits worth of damage to the base. Certain areas of the base remain... but all the Quandanium steel has been destroyed. If there are any that remains in the rubble,” He shook his head, “It would be severely damaged and unusable.”

The silence filled the room, save for the increasingly heavy breathing emanating from Kylo Ren. In a rage, he wielded his lightsaber, illuminating the room with a blinding red glow. He angrily brought it down on the meeting room table, quickly splitting it in half, causing the table to collapse on itself and the holo-map to shut down. Everyone recoiled in fear and shuffled closer to the door leading to the halls of the Finalizer- their escape. Sweat began to drip down General Hux’s face as he readjusted his uniform out of nervousness.

“Get out.” Ren commanded. (Y/N)’s squad quickly left the room, hastily handing them the holo-pad displaying the analyzed data of the supply base attack. They would not need to be told twice- observing the anger of Ren was terrifying enough; delaying a response to his orders would be a death sentence. “Including you, general,” He hissed. General Hux held a scowl, before bowing his head and leaving the room. You followed behind, only for the door to be slammed shut before you could pass through. Was that the use of the force?

“Not you- I need you to debrief this attack.”  he said while re-holstering his saber.

(Y/N) took a sharp inhale due to their growing anxiety. Alone with the leader infamous for his anger, they thought, and I must disclose the carelessness behind our defenses that day. (Y/N) cleared their throats before making their way to the (now broken) meeting table. “Well,” they began, placing their teams holo-pad onto a nearby chair and displaying the map of the base that day, “when asking the stormtroopers deployed there, they were unable to give any information about things that may have seemed amiss.” (Y/N) pressed a few buttons to reveal the entirety of the base and pointed to three locations. “When this base was rebuilt, it was rebuilt with strengthened building materials with the previously flawed architectural decisions kept in mind. These locations were considered more vulnerable to attacks,” (Y/N) slightly shook their head, “but surveillance of the area pre-breach didn't show anything out of the ordinary-”

Ren approached and stood directly in front of (Y/N), looking down at them due to their height difference.

“If you can maintain eye contact with Hux,” Kylo ren nearly spat, “Then I expect the same for me.”

Shit, they thought, was my avoidance that noticeable? (Y/N)’s eyes shifted before locking eyes onto Kylo Ren’s mask- where his eyes (assumedly) would be. In an instant, a cold chill traversed through their spine, hairs on the back of their neck standing on edge. A few moments of silence brought the room to a standstill, before (Y/N) cleared their throat before responding, “Y-Yes, sir.” They cringed internally upon hearing the crack in their voice- a betrayal of their body.

Kylo Ren tilted his head slightly- analyzing the person before him. Upon hearing their response, he let out a gruff “Good ... and what have you deduced from this attack?”

(Y/N) maintained their eye contact and nervously fidgeted. No matter the performance, their anxiety would always show through. “...It means there must have been an internal breach. There are spies within our ranks and informed the resistance- at least about the materials. I am unsure if more classified information was leaked.”

Kylo Ren tensed before them, infuriation growing by the second. “Spies?”  His hands closed into fists again, with increasing shaking. He furiously turned, gesturing towards the holo-pad with his hand and used the force to fling it into the wall, causing it to shatter upon impact. (Y/N) jolted in response.

“Get out.” he murmured, back now turned to them. He re-ignited his saber.

I live to see another day, (Y/N) thought, and quickly stumbled over to the meeting room door and opened it via fingerprint. Before exiting the room, they gave a quick bow to Ren, and stammered: “We can discuss further plans at a later time.” (Y/N) hesitated for a moment. “Look after yourself,”

(Y/N) quickly left the room, hesitating no longer without waiting for a response. The door shut behind them, and they could hear the muffled sounds of breaking equipment and furniture from within. (Y/N) began to briskly walk away from the room, heart racing as the anxiety began to overflow.

(Y/N) cursed aloud and began biting their nails. Look after yourself, they mocked themselves in their subconscious.  What overcame me? They let out a heavy sigh. This was the first-time meeting Kylo Ren. And it was certainly not the last.

[thesirenbanshee]

Here’s “Chapter 16”. 👍

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?”

[devdevlin]

i’ve seen you post reylo. do you have any fic recs for them? (perfect opportunity to slip your own anonymous reylo fics in there)

Oh um… heh heh heh

I haven’t written any reylos to share with you, but BOY do I love reading them! Here are a few!! Small disclaimer that some of these I haven’t read in years though, so I hope I’ve remembered them correctly:

Interstellar Transmissions by LovelyThings, ricca_riot - fab canon-verse fic

Rey Tries Things! by andabatae - fluffy goodness

Reyne by itsjustsilver - A/B/O AU

Bad Neighbors by amybeegood - another A/B/O (yes I have a type lmao)

LITERALLY EVERYTHING BY Ever-so-reylo

ALSO EVERYTHING (!!!!!!) BY MalevolentReverie (these tend to be very dark, so read the tags!)

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BEN SOLO RETURNS!!!!!!!!!!!! And if Disney won't do it, we will! Here comes Episodes 10, 11, and 12 as full featured FAN-CREATED films, with a TV series to cover the space in between! This is an 8-YEAR PLAN! So, come along with us! #FansWillSaveStarWars We thought it was time to put our money where our mouths are and do JUST THAT. Here we have a team of nearly 50 amazing fans of Star Wars fans from all walks of the spectrum of this fandom, coming together to CREATE AMAZING FAN FILM, alongside and inspired by so many of you that already create beautiful art and stories. We have all original artwork, original voices, original sounds, and original music! We decided to put it all together into an ANIMATED FILM and this is our teaser trailer, the first of 4 trailers (full trailers coming soon!). We needed "The Last Skywalker" to be resurrected and reunited with his dyad, because we believe his bloodline is very important to the continuation of the Skywalker Saga. Together, Ben and Rey will rebuild a new Jedi Order, one where attachments can be a strength not a hinderance. And they bring forth a new generation of Jedi, including their own children. We believe it was a far more interesting story to let Ben Solo atone for his sins, rather than copy-paste his grandfather's exact same fate. Redemption is cool and all, but ATONEMENT is far better! And Rey will help him do that. He will have to gain the trust of the Resistance, Rey's found family, to forge a new path for himself. Give the teaser a look, tell us what you think, and btw --- make sure to SUBSCRIBE to our YouTube Channel as there will be much much more to come. https://www.youtube.com/@AfterTheSequels Visit our website for more information or if you'd like to be part of the team and we feel you have a skill we can use, you can contact us there as well. https://afterthesequels.com/

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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.  

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Thank you for reading!

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It's the weekend!

So you have time for my longer fics:

P w/ Plot

The Force Of Our Bond

or Plot w/ Porn

Broken Glass

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Did someone mention Exegol?

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✧.* Ahsoka Tano ✧.*

╰┈➤Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Pairing: Ahsoka x reader Summary: Ahsoka and reader talk on the roof of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant. Obi-wan padawan reader, Clone Wars Era, fluff and angst if you squint Word Count: 1066

╰┈➤Jealousy Is The Fear Of Comparison

Pairing: Ahsoka x fem!reader Summary: Ahsoka gets jealous and ends ups confessing to reader Word Count: 2281

╰┈➤Be Honest In Your Heart

Pairing: Ahsoka x fem!Jedi!reader Summary: While on mission, Ahsoka and reader have to pretend to be a fake couple. Word Count: 1.5k

╰┈➤Being Ahsoka’s Secret Bubbly Girlfriend Hcs

Pairing: Ahsoka Tano x fem!reader

╰┈➤ Peaceful

Pairing: Padawan!Ahsoka x Padawan!fem!reader Summary: Reader meditates with a frustrated Ahsoka and helps her connect with the Force again Word Count: 1.1k

╰┈➤To Seek Something Is To Believe In Its Possibility

Pairing: Padawan!Ahsoka x Padawan!fem!reader Summary: When Ahsoka’s crush on Reader becomes a problem, she is determined to fix it. That doesn’t mean the Clones won’t chime in with their advice… Word Count: 3.6k

✧.* Anakin Skywalker ✧.*

╰┈➤ A Loving Heart Is The Truest Wisdom

Anakin x fem!reader Summary: When Anakin is escorting reader back to her planet after the battle of Geonosis, he gets a little self-conscious about his new prosthetic hand, luckily he has someone to comfort him. Word Count: 1k

╰┈➤Every Great Dream Begins With A Dreamer

Pairing: Anakin x fem!reader Summary: Anakin comes back from a mission and needs to confess to senator!reader Word Count: 1.1k

╰┈➤I’m So Proud Of You That It Makes Me Proud Of Me

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!Padawan!reader (platonic) Summary: When reader figures out how to manipulate plants with the force, Anakin is beyond proud Word Count: 0.5k

╰┈➤The Look of Terror In Your Eyes

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!reader; Soulmate au!!!! Summary: Reader is one of padmé’s handmaidens, and while joining her on Mustafar, she finds a familiar pair of eyes. Eyes that shouldn’t be as red as they are… Word Count: 2.6k

╰┈➤Sleep Is The Best Meditation

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!senator!reader Summary: reader has a hard time falling asleep, Anakin helps by talking with her Word Count: 1.2k

✧.* Padmé Amidala ✧.*

╰┈➤ ୨⎯ None Yet ⎯୧

✧.* Bo-Katan Kryze ✧.*

╰┈➤ ୨⎯ None Yet ⎯୧

✧.* Luke Skywalker ✧.*

╰┈➤ Life Grows Lovely Where You Are

Luke x fem!reader Summary: Luke and reader go on a date, where Luke reassures her that he loves her Word Count: 786

╰┈➤You Are Important, You Are Enough

Pairing: Luke Skywalker x fem!reader Summary: When Luke finds reader upset after being bullied after so many years, he tries to comfort her Word Count: 868

✧.* Din Djarin ✧.*

╰┈➤ ୨⎯ None Yet ⎯୧

✧.* Rey Skywalker ✧.*

╰┈➤ ୨⎯ None Yet ⎯୧

✧.* Kylo Ren/Ben Solo ✧.*

╰┈➤ Fear Is The Path To The Dark Side, Unless You’re Already There

Pairing: Kylo Ren x fem!reader Summary: Kylo Ren and reader listen to a scary story that reader loves Word Count: 2.1k

╰┈➤ Old Friends Bring Up Old Feelings

Pairing: Kylo Ren x gn!Jedi!Mataya Summary: Kylo and Mataya, who were friends at the Jedi academy, reunite Word Count: 2k

[missaengg]

You and Me

Technically I know this is a little too long to be a drabble, but I was indulging my nostalgia for the early 2000’s and inspiration hit me as I was listening to Sk8ter Boi by Avril Lavigne and You and Me by Lifehouse. Doesn’t follow the songs exactly, but I totally pictured a skater boy Kylo Ren/Adam Driver, and this story came forth.

And yes, I realize that Rey is not related to Obi-wan Kenobi, but I wanted to give her a last name, and Kenobi seemed to be a good fit in terms of well known names soooo… take it for what it is :P

On that note, this fic takes place in a modern AU so it won’t have anything to do with the actual Star Wars universe.

Hope you enjoy!

* * *

The bar was packed from wall to wall, which was typical of a Friday night in a college town. Even more so in a town that boasted three colleges from the prestigious Jedi University to the more local and not so prestigious Sith College. The bar wasn’t the nicest of bars in town with its beer soaked wood tables and sticky floors, but it did have billiard tables in the back and most importantly a venue for local bands to play, the closest the town would get to live entertainment, even for the most haughtiest of the Jedi University students.

The clack of billiard balls was muffled by the chatter of the individuals who populated the bar, but the lack of sharp clacking noises went unnoticed by the three individuals who stood around the pool table with stout beers in hand.

“And I’m telling you that Professor Snoke is completely right about the Rebellion of Takodana!”

“You know you’re a brown-nosing ass-kisser, right, Hux?”

The redheaded man turned to his darker-haired companion seething with barely concealed anger. “Really Kylo? So says the teacher’s pet.”

“Which you want to be, and it’s not my fault I’m just better at History than you.” The man named Kylo grinned, setting his beer down on the edge of the pool table to take a shot at a rather precariously placed ball by the black eight. The red solid slid effortlessly into the hole barely missing the black ball. “Well, better at everything actually.”

The blonde woman by the two men rolled her eyes at Kylo’s statement who threw his hands up into an exaggerated shrug.

“What? Phasma, you know I’m right!”

The woman named Phasma shook her head before burying her nose in her beer glass. “Keep me out of your childish arguments. Not interested.”

Kylo chuckled, clearly amused at his friend’s disdain whereas his other male companion seemed rather perturbed until he noticed the entrance of three new individuals.

“The girl you’ve been eyeing just walked in.”

Hux nudged his friend whose head followed Hux’s eyes to the front door where there indeed stood a girl, a girl with bright hazel eyes flanked by two men both dressed in the unofficial uniform of Jedi University, bright polos and khaki pants. She was dressed in a light gray chiffon dress which draped ever so fetchingly over her soft curves further enhancing the radiant smile on her face.

“What girl I’ve been eyeing? I haven’t been–” Kylo sputtered, but quickly trailed off at the raised eyebrows both his companions were now sending his way. “Okay, fine. Yes, that’s the girl I’ve been eyeing, she’s drop dead gorgeous. Happy?”

“You should go talk to her,” Hux suggested bringing his beer up to his lips to conceal the sly smile growing on his face.

Kylo glanced at the girl before settling back on his friend. “No way, she’s Jedi University. No way she’d talk to me much less know I’m alive.”

Hux raised an eyebrow tipping the corners of his mouth down. “Won’t know you’re alive until you talk to her. Besides, what’s the worst that could happen, she blows you off, you’re slightly embarrassed, and then she forgets you exist?”

“Well, yes,” Kylo huffed.

“Your loss then.” Hux shrugged and took a long sip of his drink.

Kylo leaned on his cue stick glancing in between his nonchalant friend and the girl who was now making her way to the bar without hers. If he was going to talk to her, this was his chance while she was away from her male companions. With a soft growl, he downed the rest of his beer slamming the glass down on the pool table’s edge.

“Fine.”

He sighed combing back his long black hair and smoothing out imaginary wrinkles in his black fitted T-shirt, and shuffled through the crowd to the bar.

Hux began to giggle like a mad scientist as Phasma turned to him brow furrowed at her companion.

“Isn’t that–” She started to ask.

“Rey Kenobi.” Hux finished for her. “He doesn’t stand a chance.”

“That’s downright evil.”

“I thought we were supposed to be evil, no?”

The redheaded man continued to laugh while his blonde-haired companion rolled her eyes for possibly the millionth time that night.

* * *

Kylo Ren felt his hands begin to clam up, something that never happened to Kylo Ren, not even when he stepped on to stage with his trusty electric guitar. Kylo Ren was never nervous. Never. Except for apparently when he was about to talk to a girl. The girl.

Taking deep breaths, the man wiped his sweaty hands on his black jeans, willing his gray Converses to continue walking towards the single ray of sunlight in the bar. She was leaning against the lacquered wood, palms pressing against the edge centering her weight on her right leg as her left toe tapped against the floor.

Kylo squeezed into the space next to her lightly jostling a bar patron to his left as he did. He ignored the glare that was directed his way, his dark eyes settling on the girl to his right. Her eyes flickered to the new presence by her side before returning to following the bartender.

“Ahem.” Kylo cleared his throat awkwardly, shoving a hand into his pocket and thrusting the other forward. “Hi, I’m—“

The girl glanced at Kylo’s hand, but made no move to accept it in a handshake. 

“Kylo Ren of the First Order,” she interrupted him, face passive, but a cheeky twinkle dancing in her eye. “I know.”

Kylo let his hand drop back down to his side and into his other pocket. “I take it you’ve seen our shows then.”

She turned to face him leaning against the bar, a ghost of a smile flitting over her lips.

“Don’t have much of a choice, entertainment’s a bit limited in Jakku.” The corners of her lips flickered up at Kylo’s awkward silence. “Your band is pretty good, I’ll admit that. I look forward to nights you play.”

The poor boy’s face brightened at the compliment, his hunched shoulders straightening although his hands remained in his pockets. He cleared his throat again. “This might seem a little forward, but I was wondering if I could get your number, maybe call you sometime.”

The girl’s lips parted ready to answer, but her attention was quickly stolen away by the bartender who placed three drinks in front of her. She laid some change down on the bar as a tip and went to grab the drinks with her hands.

“I don’t give out my number, but I do give out my name.”

“A name, then?” Kylo asked, eyes a bit more eager than he intended.

She turned to go, but paused, turning her head to look back at the boy. “Rey Kenobi. See you around, Kylo Ren.”

With that she disappeared into the crowd making her way to the small table her friends found to the side of the bar.

Rey Kenobi.

Kylo Ren felt a gigantic goofy smile bloom on his face. He had a name, a deliciously delicate name.

Rey Kenobi.

His smile soon faltered.

Rey Kenobi. He’d heard that name before. She was Rey Kenobi of Kenobi Consolidated.

There was no shot in hell he’d have a chance with a girl like that. No chance at all.

* * *

“Was that Kylo Ren talking to you at the bar?”

Rey placed the pale ale in front of her friend who asked the question and the lager in front of her now confused other friend.

“What kind of name is Kylo Ren?”

Rey took a dainty seat on the open stool sipping on her whiskey based cocktail.

“If you must know, his actual name is Ben Solo, son of the infamous pilot Han Solo and politician Leia Organa and lead singer of the First Order,” she answered her confused friend’s question first before turning to answer the other male of the group, “and yes, Dameron, Kylo Ren was the person in question speaking to me at the bar.”

“Why do you know so much about Kylo Ren anyway?” Poe Dameron, heir to Dameron Industries, peered at his female friend, scrutinizing the facial expressions that were to cross her face.

Rey coyly smiled at the man. “I’m a fan of the First Order.”

“Alternative rock music?”

Rey shrugged. “What can I say, I like their music.”

“Wait, wait.” The third member of their group put up his hands to halt the conversation. “Who is the First Order?”

Poe chuckled at his friend’s confusion, patting the man’s shoulder sympathetically. “Finn, do you remember the band that was playing about two weeks ago?”

The man named Finn nodded.

“That’s the First Order.”

“But they’re so… evil.”

“Yes, that’s the reason why I don’t understand how our dear Rey can be a fan of their music.”

Rey crossed her legs and slightly leaned back on her stool, arching her eyebrows at her male companions. “And I don’t see how it’s any of your business what kind of music I prefer.”

“It’s not, but I– we care about you, and that includes your mental well-being.” Finn emphasized the ‘we’ heavily.

“That group is bad news, Rey. They go to Sith College, a bunch of degenerates with no futures ahead of them. I mean case in point, Ben Solo attends Sith College precisely because he wasn’t able to get in anywhere else,” Poe pressed. “I’d stay away from them.”

Rey simply gave Poe Dameron an unamused glance and checked the time on her cellphone. “Well, gentlemen, it’s been fun, but BB-8 is home on his own, and I need to head back.”

“What? We just got here!” Finn protested at his friend’s sudden announcement of departure.

“Sorry fellas, but I promised BB-8 I’d be home by ten, and it’s already ten before.”

“Rey, as much as I too adore BB-8, BB-8’s a dog. He doesn’t know the meaning of promises,” Poe said, placing his now empty glass down on the table before him.

Rey rolled her eyes and leaned forward to half hug Poe. “He may be a dog, but he’s my dog, and I keep my promises.”

She moved to wrap her arm around Finn who pulled her into a full hug instead. Rey lightly pressed the palm of her hand against his chest and pushed herself away.

“I’ll see you guys in Chemistry on Monday?”

“Yeah,” Finn glumly answered, downing the rest of his beer.

Rey turned to make her way to the door pushing past the pulsating crowd. Reaching for the door, she glanced back one last time searching for the man who had been making a regular entrance in her dreams. She found him by the pool tables leaning on his cue stick, laughing at something his friends said. His eyes met hers by chance, and the girl shyly smiled, eyes peeking at him under her lashes. The boy smiled back, and then she was gone, out the door to join her dog for the remainder of the night. Kylo Ren’s smile grew even bigger that night as he ran his fingers through his hair.

Back at the small table to the side of the bar, a very dejected Finn Trooper stared glumly into his now empty pint glass.

“She’ll come around,” his friend patted the boy’s back. “How could she resist the charismatic Finn Trooper?”

“Yeah, sure,” was his only reply.

Poe Dameron sighed, retracting his hand. “I’ll go get us another round.”

He’d need a couple of rounds to deal with his friend’s puppy crush whining tonight. On that note, what was going on with Rey Kenobi and Kylo Ren?

* * *

“And in other news, The First Order will be in town come this Christmas. Tickets are selling out fast so make sure you buy yours today for a chance to see this hometown band play live.”

The small TV in the corner quietly blared, mostly forgotten by the inhabitants of the cozy coffee shop, forgotten by all, but three individuals sitting in armchairs in the corner opposite of the television.

“Who would’ve thought that The First Order would become so big?” Finn pondered, squinting at the TV. 

Rey raised her eyebrows, but said nothing as she took a sip of her steaming cup of cafe au lait, a cheeky twinkle in her eye

“I mean, their music isn’t even that good.” Finn continued oblivious to Rey’s amusement.

Poe’s eyes flickered between his two friends and the TV screen, which had now moved on to the next scheduled program, an obscure sitcom of some kind. It had been a year since they’ve graduated from college. Rey had gone on to study Mechanical Engineering under the prestigious Luke Skywalker who had come out of his sabbatical. Finn was taking a gap year doing some soul searching for his life’s purpose. Poe went on to work for his father’s company, mostly in the aviation center engineering planes when he wasn’t learning the business. They were all busy, but still found the time to meet once a week for coffee or dinner or drinks. Whatever caught their fancy.

The First Order, it seemed, was discovered by the record label, Galactic Empire, and once they debuted their first record, they blew up overnight suddenly becoming a global sensation.

Rey uncrossed her legs and placed her ceramic mug down on the side table. “Speaking of The First Order, I have three VIP tickets to their concert if anyone is interested in going.”

“You still listen to this crap?” 

Rey frowned at Finn’s outburst. “Yes, and they’re not crap. I think they’re rather brilliant.”

Finn opened his mouth to protest, but Poe shushed him with a wave of his hand. Finn still pined for Rey’s attention and insulting her choice in music was probably not the best strategy in winning her affections. 

“We’d be happy to go.” Poe smiled and leaned back into his armchair crossing his own legs. 

“Wha–” Finn furrowed his brows at Poe who only raised both his eyebrows at his friend silently imploring the big, lovable oaf to follow along.

“I– Yes. We’d be happy to go,” Finn backpedaled, giving his companion a strange side glance which disappeared at Rey’s beaming smile.

“Great! I’m so excited,” Rey squealed, bouncing up and down in her own armchair. She glanced at the clock on the wall of the shop. “Oh, BB-8 awaits. Got to go. I’ll see you boys at the concert.”

“The dog, again?”

Rey turned to Finn. “Yes, the dog again. Dog daycare closes in an hour.” She placed her scarf around her neck. “All right, I’m off.”

The two boys watched Rey float off still giddy at the thought of attending The First Order’s concert.

“You know, sometimes I think she cares for that damn dog more than she does me.”

Poe chuckled and clamped a hand on Finn’s shoulder. “Buddy, if you want a chance with Rey, you’re going to have to love that damn dog. And The First Order.”

Finn groaned, burying his head in his hands. “Why did you agree to go to that stupid concert?”

“Because she likes The First Order, and liking what she likes will get you in the door, mate.”

Finn mumbled out some response Poe didn’t quite catch. Poe Dameron simply sat back in his chair sipping his white chocolate mocha and watching his friend squirm with much amusement. Although, as he sipped, he mused on how long Rey Kenobi had been a fan of the alternative rock band.

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The crowd in the stadium was restless as they waited for the last song of the night. People were packed shoulder to shoulder, and the air buzzed with excitement. In the VIP lounge, three individuals stood at the railing, two of the individuals looking slightly morose, and the last was fixated on the band on stage.

“Go dance with her or something. It’s their last song of the night,” Poe whispered into Finn’s ear gently pushing him in Rey’s direction.

“I tried, but she’s only interested in the band,” Finn whispered back, resisting Poe’s efforts. “She’s been staring at the stage for the last two hours.”

“Well, yes, that’s what people at concerts do.” Poe reassured the man, but he knew that Rey’s intense concentration directed towards the stage was not solely because she was attending a concert. Her focus was just a little too directed at the band’s lead guitarist and singer, Kylo Ren, and poor Finn knew it too.

“Thank you! We wanted to thank you all for the great turnout tonight. It has been our pleasure having a chance to play for you all here at the Illenium Stadium. You have been a great audience!”

Speaking of the devil, Kylo Ren spoke into the microphone, and as he did, the crowd went wild erupting into a loud cheer. The dark-haired singer raised his hands both in thanks and to quiet the crowd.

“For our last song tonight, I would like to dedicate this song to someone who is very special to me, someone who is in the audience tonight.”

The two boys gawked at the leader of The First Order’s declaration. Kylo Ren did have a soul apparently. In their shock, they missed the growing radiance of their female friend’s smile.

“She has been the source of my inspiration, the sun to my moon, the light to my night, and tonight I’d like nothing more than to let her know how I feel.”

Kylo Ren softly strummed his guitar into a song the crowd had never heard before. 

What day is it

And in what month

This clock never seemed so alive

I can't keep up and I can't back down

I've been losing so much time

Poe Dameron felt his mouth drop. He slowly pulled his eyes from the singer and guitarist over to his equally shocked friend. Finn Trooper did the same, meeting Poe’s eyes. Was The First Order actually playing a love song?

Cause there's you and me

And of all people with nothing to do

Nothing to lose

And there's you and me

And of all other people

And I don't know why

I can't keep my eyes off of you

The First Order was indeed playing a love song. Neither of the two boys in their confusion noticed the absence of their dear Rey who was now being escorted to the stage.

What are the things that I want to say

Just aren't coming out right

I'm tripping on words

You got my head spinning

I don't know where to go from here

As Rey made her way down, a spotlight switched on bathing her with light. Poe and Finn followed the light to the intended target.

“Hey Poe, is that… Rey?”

Poe, who had never closed his mouth, squinted to get a better look. “I think that is.”

Cause there's you and me

And of all other people with nothing to do

Nothing to prove

And there's you and me

And of all other people

And I don't know why

I can't keep my eyes off of you

The boys watched Rey’s descent without a word.

Something about you now

That I can't quite figure out

Everything she does is beautiful

Everything she does is right

The escort gracefully ushered Rey onto the stage from the side, the spotlight never once leaving the beaming girl. She walked slowly to the band, her eyes focused only on the man before her. Kylo Ren didn’t stop singing, but his eyes flickered to hers as she approached.

Cause there's you and me 

And all of the people with nothing to do

Nothing to lose

And there's you and me and all of the people

And I don't know why

I can't keep my eyes off of you and me

And all other people with nothing to do

Nothing to prove

And there's you and me and all other people 

And I don't know why

I can't keep my eyes off of you

Rey blushed, bashfully peering up at Kylo Ren through her eyelashes. They kept their eyes on each other unaware of the crowd before them.

What day is it

And in what month

This clock never seemed so alive

The music faded, and Kylo slung off his guitar before handing it to Hux behind him. He reached for Rey’s hands, and in one swift motion, dropped to one knee his eyes never once leaving hers in the process. One hand fumbled for the ring box in his pocket.

“Rey Kenobi, you are the love of my life, and the best thing that has happened to me. It would give me great pleasure if you were to become my wife.”

Kylo opened the box revealing a simple diamond ring, big enough to sparkle in the stage lights, but small enough so that it wouldn’t hinder Rey’s hobby of tinkering with droids. Rey wiped away the tears forming in her eyes where she could barely contain her glowing smile.

“Yes,” she whispered. “A thousand times, yes.”

The boy jumped to his feet pulling Rey into an embrace. He tenderly placed a hand on Rey’s cheek looking deep into her hazel eyes with his own. Kylo closed the gap between them placing his lips against hers in a passionate kiss.

The crowd exploded into cheers. Even Hux and Phasma, who were quite skeptical of Kylo Ren’s plan, cheered for their old friend, encouraging the crowd to grow even louder.

Kylo Ren pulled away from Rey Kenobi stroking her soft cheek with his rough thumb, lost in the warmth of her gaze. For a boy who was assumed to never amount to anything, he had found the kindest and warmest person in the galaxy. Kylo Ren had everything.

[buffshipper8490]

Rating

Mature (Violence, Language, Smut)

Length

75k+ words, Complete

Summary

A Star Wars Episode IX story using elements of "The Rise of Skywalker" & "Duel of the Fates" with a happy ending

As the Resistance mounts a last ditch mission to break through the transmission blockade on the First Order Capitol of Coruscant, the last Jedi Rey races towards the hidden planet of Exegol to stop the return of the Sith...

Title Crawl

There Shall be Two Halves of a Whole One to Embody Power and also to Crave it A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away... STAR WARS PROPHECY OF THE DYAD The iron grip of the FIRST ORDER has spread to the farthest reaches of the galaxy. Only a few scattered planets remain unoccupied. Traitorous acts are punishable by death. Determined to suffocate a growing unrest and a continued insurrection led by GENERAL LEIA ORGANA and her RESISTANCE, Supreme Leader KYLO REN has silenced all communication between neighboring systems and travels to MUSTAFAR in search of a SITH artifact that promises the power to destroy any challenge to his reign...

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~ Update ~ [Live post] ~ Chapter 25

you, me, and (the kid)

rated e | 135k words

🍓 unexpected pregnancy

🍉 Omegaverse

🍏 romantic dramedy

🍍 lots of pining

🍒 slow burn 

Rey is terrified of being alone, but after her relationship implodes, she thinks she's destined for it. Until her life turns upside down when a certain Alpha enters the picture...

Hello coparenthood!

Chapter 1 🍓 Chapter 2 🍍 Chapter 3 🍑 Chapter 4 🍌 Chapter 5 🍏 Chapter 6 🍉 Chapter 7 🫐 Chapter 8 🍊 Chapter 9 🍐 Chapter 10 🍇 Chapter 11 🥥 Chapter 12 🍒 Chapter 13 🍋 Chapter 14 🍈 Chapter 15 🍓 Chapter 16 🥭 Chapter 17 🥝 Chapter 18 🍎 Chapter 19 🍍 Chapter 20 🫐 Chapter 21 🍊 Chapter 22 🍌 Chapter 23 🍐 Chapter 24 🍓 Chapter 25