#reylo lemons

[namarabia]

[mercurialrain]

Master Post of my Fics!

Updated as of 12/11/2024! All links are for Ao3 and rated G/T unless noted otherwise. :)

Completed multi-chaptered Felinette fics:

Silver Lining

Ocelli (rated M)

Felinette Month 2021 (collection of unrelated oneshots)

Incomplete multi-chaptered Felinette fics:

The Royal Conundrum (permanent hiatus)

Felinette Spooktacular (discontinued)

Felinette Oneshots:

Fairy Circles

Spring in the Underworld

Blossom

History Lessons in Love

Quite A Life

And That's the Tea

Sand in the Eyes is a Beach

Stare

Delivery!

It Was in the Cards

Cat's Out of the Bag?

Guardian Angel

Kiss of Truth

Scaredy Cat

A Viper Means Trouble

On the Throne (rated M)

A Cup of Sugar

Heart Attack

A Curse Upon You

Gone Fishing

You Rock

I Couldn't Have, I Was Playing Hopscotch with Hawkmoth

Flower Crowns (rated M)

Counterparts

Most Eligible Bachelor (rated M)

Lukanette fics:

Scales and Tails (chaptered fic)

Bluebell Eyes (oneshot)

i can see the colors (when i'm with you) (oneshot)

Multi-Chaptered Lockwood & Co fics:

On the Fence (Locklyle, ongoing)

Lockwood & Co Oneshots:

if i see but one smile on your lips when we meet (Locklyle)

Lemon Glaze (Locklyle)

i'm an apostrophe; i'm just a symbol to remind you that there's more to see(Locklye)

simple as can be, i'm gonna be around (Trio bonding)

don't worry, I got you (Locklyle)

okay, show me (rated M) (Locklyle)

i'd draw you too (Locklyle)

you're the smartest person i know (George & Lucy bonding)

i can't wait for you (Minor Locklyle, mostly trio shenanigans)

do you recognize this? (Minor Locklyle, mostly trio shenanigans)

give me that, before anything happens (Trio shenanigans)

i wouldn't do that if i were you (Locklyle)

it's alright, i'm here (Locklyle)

tell me you feel it too (rated M) (Locklyle)

Use It to Fight For Your Life (TW for suicidal thoughts) (Minor Locklyle)

Hidden Knives (Locklyle)

Locklyle Week 2024:

Absolutely Floored (Day 1: Mission Gone Wrong)

Who Has the High Score? (Day 2: Arcade)

I Wasn't There to Protect You (Day 3: Don't go where I cannot follow)

Under the Umbrella (Day 4: Rain/Storm)

Paint your Heart (Day 5: High School AU)

Hear Me in the Quiet (Day 7: Free Day)

Star Wars:

You Cake My Day (Reylo, ongoing)

Not So Bad (Reylo, complete)

[ragnarlothcat]

trope selection tag game

Tagged by @renlyslittlerose (thank you friend!!!)

enemies to lovers or friends to lovers - although truthfully I do like both! I suppose it depends on fandom and the type of enemies involved. Sometimes I think there's too much legwork that needs doing to make an enemies to lovers scenario click and I've got places to be, you know?

coffee shop au or flower shop au - I was not aware that flower shop AUs were an established subgenre of fanfiction. I don't think I've ever read one! But I have read a couple coffee shop AUs and enjoyed them, so.

hurt/comfort or there was only one bed - I have a pretty low angst tolerance (certainly for someone most active in the "betrayal and child murder" fandom) so while I do like the idea of hurt/comfort more for the catharsis, I click out easily if I start to feel too hurt. Whereas I do always love some forced proximity!

found family or partners in crime - I like both! But partners in crime has a high chance of shenanigans. And I've been known to dabble in shenanigans.

canon compliant or canon divergent - again, I am sad and weak and bad at angst and my most active fandom is already maximum angst. I've dabbled in canon compliant fic but when I'm the one writing I tend to gloss over the worst of it. If I want to be miserable about Star Wars I've already got options!

fluff or angst with a happy ending - look, the suffering market is well supplied. Occasionally I show up and write a fic with no plot and no conflict whatsoever. I fulfill a specific ecological niche and I appreciate others who do the same!

1st person pov or 3rd person pov - yeah I'm with lemon on this one. I'm barely tolerant of 1st person in published fiction but I will click out of it instantly for fic.

soulmates or forbidden love - I imagine there are some neat soulmates fics that do interesting things with the trope but as a concept they underwhelm me. Forbidden love is great though. Who is forbidding it? Were they right to do so?

roommates or fake dating - I read one of those Reylo fics that was turned into original fiction and the whole time I was thinking that the story had not provided a good enough reason for the protagonist to pretend to date some guy. In reality randos don't care that much about other people's love lives. But being into a guy who lives in your house and who you can't avoid is very interesting.

slow burn or meet-cute - what can I say? I love a meet-cute. I like an opportunity to describe these characters in elaborate worshipful detail. I'm a simple creature.

love triangle or polyamorous relationship - I don't think I've read or written either! I'm not so much into multiple people as a concept but with a love triangle I suppose you can write the third person off somewhere and let it resolve itself with my blorbos in love.

royalty au or magic au - I don't feel that strongly about this one but I feel like I've read and enjoyed more of the former. Plus in a royalty AU there's a higher chance of Outfits.

high school/college au or neighbours au - if we're talking about obikin (and I often am!) my biggest weakness is professor/student AUs so I am contractually obligated to pick this one.

mutual pining or idiots to lovers - isn't this the same thing? I'm genuinely asking! I always thought idiots to lovers was just a sillier way of describing mutual pining, as in the idiots aren't aware that they're both in love? Maybe the distinction is mutual pining doesn't necessarily work out? In which case I pick idiots to lovers because I do need my piners to get together.

Tagging: @artemisthehuntress, @disast3rtransp0rt, @bi-wan, @intermundia, @thegingerwrites, @betweensaintsandmonsters, @treescape (but as always, no pressure! I have no idea who has been tagged already)

[reylokisses]

Thank you for the tag, @hazbin-helluva-itch !

Eggs: I have two boiled eggs for breakfast every morning, but my favourite kind of egg is poached, since I can’t make it myself.

Steak: I haven’t eaten steak in my life before, and since I’m vegetarian, I never will.

Milk: Protein-rich chocolate soy milk is my favourite 🍫

Alcohol: I don’t like alcohol- the only sort I can remember tolerating in the past is champagne with orange juice.

Warm drink: Hot water with lemon, like Anastasia 😆 Or any kind of hot chocolate! 🍫

No pressure tags: @affidecrystal @junkyardghost @pandoraspocksao3 @glamourouslife99 @disney-marvel-starwars-blog @l10ng1rl @palettesofrenaissance @angelshizuka @theladyship @reylo-of-light-blog @reyloaddict55 @mattykay and anyone else who wants to do it!

[iolaussharpe-24]

“Nah, he's the opposite for me. Top 3 worst obsessions. Only behind Tom Hiddleston and Adam Driver because there's HISTORY behind those.” Oh hell nah, what did he do?

Okay, let's get into a little bit of lore.

(This is just a sliver of everything. There's more.)

It was 2017. Both Thor Ragnarok and Kong: Skull Island were coming out and I saw the trailers to both back to back.

The realization hit me like a sledgehammer flung out of a catapult. I was excited, more than anything else, to see what happened to Loki after Thor: The Dark World. I didn't like Loki prior to that, at least, I didn't think I did. He didn't fit the mold of what I liked in a character. I tended to lean more towards the heroes. On the surface, at least.

So I stepped back and reevaluated everything I liked in movies and shows. I realized that I did lean towards villains more than I ever actually noticed. I also discovered that I love to draw and write around this time.

My first story was a hundred and fifty page Loki fanfiction that makes me cringe more than I would by sucking five lemons but you gotta start somewhere. And I didn't stop there. I was writing Loki stuff all the time. I was drawing him. Talking about him. Dreaming about him.

Then it branched out to Tom Hiddleston in anything and everything.

There were a few other obsessions along the way, Zuko, Dante Basco, Harry Potter, Sirius Black, Gary Oldman, Dracula, Remus Lupin, werewolves, Hannibal, etc., etc., but the Loki/Tom Hiddleston thing lasted YEARS until I developed a thing for Sebastian Stan instead. And that time felt longer than it actually was. It felt like an ETERNITY of my life was dedicated to him.

Breezing past a couple more hang ups, we reach the Adam Driver period. That was the next BIG one. That was the second atomic bomb. And it was by accident.

I was slowly being influenced by a number of funny things involving him that happened during lockdown (the John Oliver clips, and the Instagram lookalike) and I decided to add him to a PowerPoint I was making to brainwash people into liking the people I like. I didn't have much of a reason other than I like Star Wars and Kylo Ren was easily my favorite part of the last trilogy. (By the way, he still is. I've been a Reylo since the beginning because it gave me Zutara vibes and I ship that too.)

I went looking for a clip of him singing to put in the PowerPoint. I was gonna use the SNL Aladdin skit he was in, but I found "Stepping Back in Time" from the Annette soundtrack. The next thing I know, I have half the soundtrack downloaded and all my Sebastian Stan wallpaper and icons have been replaced by Adam Driver. It was that fast. And suddenly he's known throughout my family as "the new Loki".

Similar to how Tom Hiddleston pushed me to discover my love for writing, fanfiction, and villains, Adam Driver pushed me even further with it. I had started writing an original fiction story inspired by Sebastian Stan, but I had more ideas with Adam Driver as my muse. A lot more. That had the creativity flowing like crazy and I loved every minute of it.

Then I started having the dreams. Really weird dreams. Like that time I dreamt about Adam Driver being one of the aliens from Species and chasing me. Not even a male Species alien like Patrick. He looked like Sil and Eve with full tentacle nips and hair and it was terrifying. And I've talked about the Kylo Ren to insane asylum dream that made me legit worry about my mental health before.

I cut off all Adam Driver related anything for a month. And that's when I found Miguel O'Hara and he led me to Oscar Isaac.

Now there's a new "new Loki."

[vedavan]

Take Me Back Down (where cool water flows)

A 1970's Reylo rock star AU

1/1, 4.7k words

18+, NSFW, explicit sexual content. Mildly dubious consent, somnophilia.

Read on AO3 here

Summary:The year is 1976.

It's the era of Free Love, and of sex, drugs, and rock and roll. And Ben Solo is at the top of his career, as the lead singer of "House of Ren".

And then he meets Rey: but is she a groupie? His number one fan?

Or will she be his salvation?

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Green Bay, Wisconsin

June 18th, 1976

"Fuck,” Ben mutters, watching the hotel key slip from his fingers and land on the mud-brown carpeting. He bends to pick it up and finally manages to wedge it into the lock, and swings the door open.

He blinks as his eyes adjust to the low, ambient lighting. It’s not the fanciest suite he’s ever had, but it’s better than he was expecting– spacious, with darkly paneled walls and a large window, covered by heavy gold fabric drapes. Rust-colored shag carpet with a dark brown upholstered couch and easy chair. A twenty-inch TV sits on a dark wood console in the corner, and a large painting of a fruit bowl in muted earth tones hangs on the wall. The room smells clean, like lemon, with only a trace of stale cigarette smoke lingering in the air. 

It’s hotter than hell– he must have sweat a bucketful during the show tonight. Who knew Wisconsin in June could be so unbearably hot and humid? He walks over to the air conditioner installed into the wall and cranks it up to full blast, sighing with relief as frigid air immediately starts chugging out of the unit.

There’s an open doorway on the far wall that he knows leads to the bedroom and bathroom. He hopes when Hux booked the room he remembered to request a king bed.

Just the mere thought of his business manager makes Ben’s head start to pound. He flops heavily onto the sofa, stretching out his long frame and closes his eyes. They’re burning with fatigue, and he cracks them open just for a second to glance at the clock hanging on the wall. Three twenty-two. AM. Fuck. He knows he needs to go to bed, snatch at least a few hours of sleep before they head to the airport and fly out to the next leg of the tour. Ohio, he’s pretty certain. But after twelve weeks of non-stop touring, it’s getting harder to keep track of where they’ve been, and where they’re headed.  

Where he’s headed, he muses. That’s the twenty-thousand-dollar question, isn’t it. The entire reason he’s still awake at three in the morning, when he should have been in bed hours ago. After the concert ended at ten thirty, instead of his post-show routine of a scalding hot shower and three fingers of Wild Turkey, Hux had insisted that he and the rest of the guys have a meeting to discuss the future of the band.  

House of Ren needs to move in a new direction, Hux had said, and the rest of his bandmates agreed. Ben is the lone holdout. And as the lead singer and songwriter, it’s fucking impossible not to be offended. He’s the creative force behind the music. His own brand of rock, influenced by his Southern roots, originates from his very soul. He’s spent the last six years pouring his lifeblood into the band, into the music, catapulting them to fame. They’ve been on Johnny Carson and The Midnight Special a handful of times and have been featured on the cover of Rolling Stone twice. Three gold albums and a dozen of top-ten singles on the Billboard charts under their belts. But suddenly they need to move in a new direction.

We need to move into the future, Ben. The next decade, Hux had insisted. Evolve into something new, something he called arena rock. Like the mega rock band KISS, assigning each of them a distinct identity, with costumes and heavy makeup, making them appear larger than life. Adding sound effects and synthesizers to the music, writing rock anthems instead of ballads. 

That’s what the kids want, Ben. Flash and spectacle. No more of this earthy, peace and love sentimental drivel.

The criticism still burns, and Ben tamps down a wave of anger. His music was good enough until now, making them a shit-ton of money and garnering them a level of fame beyond their wildest dreams. Hux has a mansion in LA and a garage full of sports cars because of his sentimental drivel.

Ben covers his face with his hands and sighs. He has to make a decision before the end of the tour. Either continue with the new House of Ren, where he’ll be forced to wear greasepaint and spandex and be re-named something undoubtedly ridiculous like Kylo – or quit. Hux has made it clear that the band will go on in their new incarnation, with or without him. Ben doesn’t own the rights to the name House of Ren, which is fine with him– Hux had renamed them years ago when he discovered them, playing small gigs in their hometown of Greenville, Kentucky. Back when they were known as Butterfly.

What the fuck kind of name is Butterfly? he remembers Hux sneering. Ben can smile at the memory now. It was 1969, and he and the guys had formed the band during college, as an outlet for the wildfire of emotions they were all feeling, the younger generation, triggered by the unending violence and social injustice. They were part of the counterculture, anti-establishment. Protests and rallies were the norm. Anything goes was the prevailing attitude on campus toward sex and sexuality, and Ben fully embraced it: eschewing traditional masculine traits by growing out his hair and wearing leather pants, faux fur vests and beaded necklaces. Emulating his musical idols like Jimi Hendrix and Jim Morrison. 

Besides, he’s secure enough to admit, he's always liked butterflies. Blue ones, especially.

He’s twenty-nine now, and while he’s swapped the fur vests and leather pants for mostly plain t-shirts and faded jeans, he’s retained his long hair and rebellious nature.

He’s not going to go along with something that doesn’t feel right, and House of Ren no longer feels like the place for him. Not where Hux wants to take them, anyway.

So what else is there? He has plenty of money. He supposes he could just do nothing for a while, until he figures out his next move. He’s always liked New York. The fast-paced energy, the city that never sleeps. When he starts feeling low, a few days spent in New York usually does the trick, providing enough distraction to almost convince him he’s not totally alone in the world. 

His folks are still in Kentucky, living out their golden years in a sprawling, renovated farmhouse he bought them several years ago, so he has to admit he’s not��totally alone. But he's only ever had two relationships in his whole life that lasted more than three months, which is causing him to worry it might be indicative of some fatal personality flaw on his part. It’s something he finds himself dwelling on more and more lately. Thinking about the one, that one special person who will turn his life upside down. That one woman he’ll scorch the earth for, be willing to risk it all just to be with her.

His mother is that woman to his dad. Ben had asked him once, when he was about thirteen, how he knew mom was the one. His dad had smiled, and ruffled his hair with one of his huge, calloused hands.

"The moment I looked into those big, brown eyes I knew I was a goner. I know it sounds crazy, but I knew right then I never wanted to be with anyone else. And even after all these years, and even though we sometimes fight like cats and dogs, at the end of the day there isn’t anyone else I’d rather come home to.

All I can tell you, son, is that when you meet her, you’ll know.”

Ben scrubs his hands down his face, and glances up at the clock again. Three forty. Shit. He really needs to get some sleep. This couch isn’t doing his back any favors, so he gets up and heads to the bedroom. He decides to skip the shower until later and just crash for now.

He flicks on a switch and a table lamp next to the bed illuminates the room in a soft, warm glow.

What the fuck.

There’s a woman on his bed.

An almost naked woman, fast asleep, her chest rising and falling with each slow, steady breath.

His eyes quickly scan the room. Was he given the wrong key by mistake?  

But no, he sees his luggage on the floor, placed next to the closet. And a bottle of Wild Turkey as well as a gift basket with local offerings, as is usually customary whenever he and the band check into a hotel. 

He approaches the bed slowly, not sure if she’s just pretending to be asleep and is going to pull a knife or a gun on him at the last second.

It’s never happened before, but he supposes there’s a first time for everything.

He gets right up next to the bed, on high alert, his eyes sweeping over her.

She’s beautiful, he realizes immediately. She’s lying on her back, her long, straight chestnut hair spread out on the burnt orange coverlet underneath her. Thick black lashes flutter against the tops of her cheekbones, her eyelids twitching as if she’s dreaming. A light smattering of freckles dusts her dainty nose, and a soft sigh escapes her full, pale pink lips. 

Her body is long and slender, all smooth, tanned skin and toned limbs. Ben notices the supple bend of her knees, the way her toes brush the floor at the end of the bed, as if she had been sitting there and grew tired of waiting and decided to lie back and rest at some point. 

She’s removed all her clothes, with the exception of a pair of tiny pale yellow bikini briefs and a matching lace bra. The bra is sheer and unlined, making it impossible for him not to notice the outline of her dusky nipples, and his dick twitches in his jeans.

Most people would be shocked to find a half-naked stranger on their bed, but Ben isn't. Fans and groupies have tried breaking into his hotel rooms before, or backstage, or onto tour buses, but security never fails to catch them first. He always shakes his head at hearing their disappointed wails as they’re dragged away, or sometimes their cries of Fuck me, Ben!… but never has one been so stealth and so brazen as to not only successfully break in, but then decide to take off her clothes on top of it and wait for him.

He scans the room again and doesn’t see any evidence of a broken window; she must have schemed her way in somehow and entered right through the hotel room door. He begrudgingly admires her tenacity at pulling it off.

But more than anything he wonders why she did it, as his gaze sweeps over her again. She doesn’t have the look of a starfucker, or even a groupie. She’s got a natural, almost wholesome look about her– he’s met enough fans across the country to know she’s a local, definitely a small-town girl. Probably lives right here in Green Bay, or some other nearby town. He’d hazard to guess she’s never even left Wisconsin; has probably never known anything but cornfields and green grass and lazy rivers, where the summers are blazing hot, and winters are so frigid the air in your lungs freezes the second you step outside and take your first breath.

They’d played a show in Milwaukee in February a few years back– he knows exactly how miserable it is.

Ben thinks her life is probably similar to the simple, country life he’d have if he’d never left Kentucky, if he’d never become famous, and his chest pangs with a strange feeling of kinship.  

So, the question of why she’s gone to all this trouble still remains.

He suddenly notices the acoustic guitar leaned up against the far side of the bed. He makes his way over and sees its old, a little beat up but still in good shape– it’s obviously been well loved and cared for. He also finds a composition notebook on the bedside table next to it, and a colorful beaded handbag. Picking up the notebook he quickly flips through it, finding pages and pages of poetry– or maybe song lyrics? – with doodles in the margins. He rifles through the handbag, his conscience twinging with only a fleeting second of guilt– would be pretty hard for her to complain about invading her privacy when she was the one who broke into his hotel room– and finds a small brown leather wallet with a driver’s license.

Rey Janssen

DOB 1/20/1956

He exhales a sigh of relief. She’s not underage. Although he asks himself in the same moment why he’s even concerned about that– it’s not like anything is going to happen. He’s not even going to consider having a one-night stand with a local, no matter how beautiful and intriguing she might be.

And she is quite beautiful, he concedes as he puts the bag down and moves back over to the end of the bed. 

While she sleeps on, he scratches his goatee, pondering why she felt the need to remove her clothes. She didn’t have to go that far; she could have easily seduced him wearing a ski suit. Or did she think she had to do that in order to convince him to listen to her, to let her play him a few songs? He frowns at the idea of this girl– Rey – thinking he’s the type of man who would only be moved to give her a chance if she offered up her body first. He knows rock stars are stereotyped as being promiscuous, and maybe a bit decadent, but he’d never use sex as a bargaining chip. 

Ben decides he needs to wake her up and end this farce now.

But just as he begins to lean down, she begins to stir. He notices her breathing starts to quicken, and her back arches up off the bed. She tips her head back, exposing the long column of her throat. Her eyes are still closed, but they’re fluttering wildly– she must be in the throes of some kind of nightmare. He’s just about to shake her shoulder to wake her when her mouth opens, and she lets out a soft cry.

"Ben,” she gasps.

That’s when he notices her hips are lifting off the mattress in a slow rhythm, her hands clawing tightly at the coverlet.

She’s not having a nightmare.

She’s having a sex dream.

About him, apparently.

The realization makes his head spin, and blood rush to his cock.

He watches her in fascination, her gorgeous features contorting in pleasure. It’s too much for him to resist. Hovering over her, he hooks his thumb in her mouth, and her lips immediately close around it. The inside of her mouth is plush and wet, and she begins sucking him insistently.

Fuck.

He sits back and rakes his hands through his hair, groaning in frustration. This girl is too tempting, too beautiful, and it’s ripping his self-control to shreds. He wants nothing more than to help her out, but how unethical is it to do that when she’s unaware of what’s going on? Even if she did seem to come here with those very intentions.

Her chest is still heaving, her skin glowing with a thin sheen of sweat, and she continues writhing on the bed beneath him. 

"Ben,” she groans again, louder.

That does it. Apparently, he’s not as morally upright as he thought he was, because he stands up and immediately begins stripping off his clothes, down to his briefs.

She’s still asleep when he curls over her on the bed, pulling her up gently so her head rests near the pillows. So small, so oblivious to his huge, looming presence over her. It feels almost voyeuristic, and some deep, dark, primitive corner of his mind is howling at the forbidden nature of it all. Her hips are still moving and he reaches down, his hand trembling, and drags his fingers along her center, over her underwear.

She’s fucking drenched.

Her mouth opens again, and she lets out a breathy cry, her delicate brows knit together, a look of ecstasy sweeping over her features. She’s either already coming, or on the very edge of it.

Jesus. He can’t fucking stand it any longer.

Ben pulls the scrap of fabric down from her hips and off her body, flinging it aside. He reaches down again and runs his fingers through her slit, through her wet heat. His thumb finds her clit and he circles it, feeling it pulse under his ministrations, as his fingers curl into a loose fist, one thick knuckle nudging at her entrance.

His heart pounds and his cock throbs heavily as he drops his head down, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and throat. She moans again and he lifts his head to watch her face, and finds her eyes are open, blinking at him in confusion.

His pulse spikes even higher as a wave of panic washes over him, and he pulls his hand away.

"Is this ok?” he murmurs softly.

Rey’s eyes scan over his face, recognition flickering in the hazel irises. He's immediately entranced by them, the most incredible eyes he’s ever seen, a heady mix of greens and browns with golden flecks– it reminds him of looking up in a forest at midday, when the sun is shining down through the canopy of leaves. 

"Yes,” she nods quickly. “Fuck, yes, Ben.”

He smiles, liking her filthy mouth. Liking the way his name sounds on her lips. Likes this resourceful, determined, beautiful girl a lot, without quite understanding why.

Moving down her body, he hovers over her center. He looks up to make sure she’s watching, and she is, propped up on her elbows, her eyes heavy-lidded and filled with wonder. He leans down and opens his mouth over her, dragging his broad tongue slowly through her cunt, licking a stripe from her entrance to her swollen, pulsing clit. Her head drops back and she moans, making his already stiff cock throb with aching desire against his stomach. He resolves right then to make her come, again and again, as many times as he can, wanting to wrench those pretty sobs from her throat, and make her body tremble and squirm beneath him. 

He’s not sure why he’s so fixated, what it is about this girl that’s making him feel this way, so possessive– but as he draws her clit into his mouth and sucks, she makes the most exquisite, erotic sound he’s ever heard, and his mind whites out, no longer capable of reasonable thought.

She tastes like saltwater and sunshine, and he relishes the task set before him. He wants to make this good for her, make this an experience she’ll never forget.

So she'll never forget him.

The thought makes him inexplicably sad, so he shoves it from his mind, and doubles down on his efforts.

He’s barely got two fingers pushed inside her when he already feels her beginning to come apart, her walls fluttering and tightening around him, her clit pulsating on his tongue. Her thighs bracket his head, and her hands desperately pull at his hair as she grinds her pussy against his mouth.

"Oh my god Ben, yes,” she whines, her voice high and reedy. He keeps up the momentum, keeps curling and sliding his fingers inside her hot, slippery channel even when her clenching muscles make it almost impossible. He's hellbent on wringing out every last bit of pleasure he can from this sweet little cunt, and continues sucking at her hard little pearl until delectable juices dribble down his chin.

He only stops when she furiously tugs at his hair, sobbing and begging, “Please, it’s too much, I can’t take anymore.”

He surges up over her, stopping to mouth at her breasts before kissing her deeply. He wants her to taste herself, to know how fucking good she tastes, to realize how much she’s affecting him. His tongue plunders and ravages her mouth with the same fervor he lavished upon her pussy, and she gives as good as she gets, matching him eagerly, stroke for stroke, and something primitive rumbles low and deep in his chest.

She keeps running her fingers through his hair; she seems to be fascinated by it, twisting and tugging at it while scratching her nails lightly against his scalp, which is more than fine with him. It feels good, and as long as it makes her happy, that’s all that matters to him.

But she shocks the hell out of him when she suddenly grabs his shoulders and pushes him over to the side, on to his back, with an alarming amount of strength. He never would have guessed her to be that strong, but as she smirks down at him triumphantly, Ben realizes he should probably keep expecting this girl, as wild and unpredictable as a summer storm, to be full of surprises.

After tugging his underwear off she straddles him, and he’s graced with an unparalleled view of her body: of her long, lithe torso and the stunning oval of her face. Her skin is flushed, her long silky hair mussed with sweat-damp tendrils curling around her face, tumbling over her shoulders and down her back. She tosses it behind her with an unconscious shake of her head, and reaches behind her back to release her bra, pulling it off and tossing it carelessly across the room. Her breasts are small, but perfect– he imagines sucking those pretty pink nipples, making them shine with his saliva, and his mouth waters while his cock swells to a punishing degree.

Her eyes are luminous as she gazes down at him, full of heat and desire and something, and a mysterious warmth curls in his gut. Ben wonders idly if she’s bewitched him, cast a spell over him, and realizes in the same instant he wouldn’t give a flying fuck if she had.

She’s ruining him, maybe forever, and he couldn't care less.  

But then she slides back, running her dripping hot seam over his dick which now presses painfully hard against his stomach, almost reaching his navel, and he thinks he might explode on the spot.

She braces one small hand on his ribcage and lifts up, the other guiding his throbbing length to notch the fat, leaking tip at her entrance, sheathing herself over him ever so slowly.

Ben watches in fascination, watches as his cock disappears into her glistening wet heat and groans, his head dropping back against the pillows.

She’s so fucking tight, so fucking perfect, he can hardly see straight.

Once she’s taken him all in, she gives an experimental roll of her hips, adjusting herself to his girth, finding an angle that feels good. He grits his teeth, resisting the impulse to start rutting up into her and instead settles for stroking his hands up and down her smooth thighs, allowing her to be the one to begin setting the pace. 

She sits upright and starts rocking on him slowly at first, just getting used to the stretch, making room for him inside her tight, warm cunt. It's the most delicious form of torture, and his breathing becomes more rapid and shallow, each swirl of her body more sublime than the last. He's wholly captivated, unable to tear his eyes from her face, as he watches her expression change from a frown of concentration to a look of wide-eyed wonder.

But then she leans forward over him, her palms pressing on his chest before she reaches for the headboard and begins riding him– faster, more confidently, and his heart thunders in his chest. Fuck. His cock pulses as the waves of pleasure intensify, balls tightening as she rides him, her soft thighs gripping him like a vise.

Ben can’t hold back any longer; he's too worked up and can’t stop from chasing the orgasm he already feels starting to build, coiling at the base of his spine, so he grabs her hips roughly and begins pulling her faster, harder against him. He bends his knees for better leverage, lifting his hips and starts thrusting upward, their bodies slapping together in a carnal symphony of skin against skin.

After only a dozen or so of hard, rapid thrusts her walls begin to clench around him, and she's so fucking tight, the room filling with the sound of her short, breathy cries... so he moves her hips even faster, thrusts up into her even deeper.

"That's it, that's my gorgeous girl," he rasps, because she's right there and he needs to feel it, needs to know the peak of her pleasure begins and ends with him, "come all over my cock."

His fingers dig deeper into her hips and she nods limply, clutching his wrists, her eyes fluttering shut. “Oh god, keep fucking me Ben, just like that, please,” she babbles, along with a stream of high-pitched moans and obscenities. Above her bouncing tits her lovely face is screwed up tightly, her mouth hanging open, when suddenly her skin blooms pink as a rose, her walls fluttering and pulsing all around him, sucking him deeper inside.

She comes like a fucking dream is the sole thought running feverishly through his mind, and even though it damn near kills him not to let go, he resists; determined to draw this out, needing to stay buried in her lush folds as long as he can, forever if possible.

Finally, Rey sighs blissfully, looking down at him with glassy, unfocused eyes. His thrusts are becoming more stuttered and desperate, and Ben knows he can't stave off his climax for much longer.

"I’m on the pill, you can come inside me,” she breathes, and her low husky voice telling him he can come is what seals his fate.

He closes his eyes and hears a guttural, primal moan, only realizing a few seconds later it came from him. He empties into her, filling her up with his hot juices spurting once, twice, three times.

The release is mind-blowing, better than any substance he's ever tried, and he loses track of how long he lies there, just drifting in calm, sated bliss. 

The delicate touch of a cool hand smoothing across his sweaty brow brings him back to the present, and he blinks open his eyes. Rey is still there, kneeling on the bed naked next to him, pushing his damp hair back from his face and looking down at him tenderly, her eyes shining with reverence and awe.

She averts her gaze and bites her plump lower lip somewhat shyly, which he finds both incredibly charming and absurd, considering he was just inside her not more than a few minutes ago.

But then she looks at him again, those extraordinary hazel eyes finding his, and suddenly Ben knows, with a bone-deep flash of clarity, that this is it– his future is Rey, no doubt about it. As much as he hates to admit it, his dad was right. He knows it like he knows his times tables, like he knows how to play chords on his guitar, like he knows he loves strawberries. It’s as if there's something that’s been lying dormant inside him since the day he was born, just waiting for this moment to be unlocked.

He reaches up with one hand and cups her face tenderly, and she leans her cheek into his palm, wrapping both hands around his forearm, and smiles. Her grin is like the sunrise, blinding and miraculous.

"Nice to meet you, Ben. I’m Rey.”

Ben grins back, moving his hand behind her neck and pulling her back down to him, so her cheek rests against his heart, her long hair spilling across his chest, and she giggles softly.

They’ve already been dating for almost five months, and yet Rey never fails to keep him on his toes. This roleplaying stuff began as entirely her idea, but he's the one who can't get enough of it.

"You’re getting much too good at this, sweetheart,” he murmurs lowly as he strokes her hair. “Mind telling me how you were able to get in this time?”

Rey lifts her head and gives him her wide, Cheshire-cat grin he knows so well, the one that sends his pulse racing and his heart stuttering in his chest.

"Babe, you know I’ll never tell.”

*****

[prettycottagequeer]

Who was your first fictional crush?

I don't actually remember but maybe Prince Eric from the little mermaid? another contender though is Puck from a book series called The Sisters Grimm

2. What’s the first colour you think of when I tell you to think of a colour?

sage green

3. Which fanfiction emotionally scarred you and still makes you shudder to this day?

listen I was 13 and sheltered with like no previous internet access ok. It was a really weird and fucked up reylo mob kidnapping thing that I Definitely should not have been reading.

4. I’m coming to your house for dinner, non-negotiable, what are you making me?

Ignoring the fact that I don't have a kitchen, or technically a house for that matter, lemon chicken and pasta with caprese salad and garlic bread

5. Do you prefer lions or kangaroos?

I'm scared of both so

6. Which fictional villain do you brush past the glaringly obvious issues for because you really like them?

Loki. specifically that one shot from the first season where he's kneeling and all bloody. what can I say, I love a sad wet pathetic man

7. What would accompany your picture in the Burn Book in Mean Girls?

autistic dumb gayass bitch and family disappointment :)

8. How many days would you last in the universe of your favourite fandom?

probably a whole life unless the apocalypse and second coming of christ gets me

9. Have you heard of Mischief Theatre?

nope. but globe theatre maggots mention is so real

10. Do you feel sorry for Medusa?

yes. a lot.

11. Which song makes you think of your OTP?

any Hozier, but From Eden specifically and any Queen

12. Which song makes you disassociate and daydream the fastest?

It Will Come Back by Hozier

tagging anyone who wants to join

My own get to know you game:

Who was your first fictional crush?:

What’s the first colour you think of when I tell you to think of a colour?:

Which fanfiction emotionally scarred you and still makes you shudder to this day?:

I’m coming to your house for dinner, non-negotiable, what are you making me?:

Do you prefer lions or kangaroos?:

Which fictional villain do you brush past the glaringly obvious issues for because you really like them?:

What would accompany your picture in the Burn Book in Mean Girls?:

How many days would you last in the universe of your favourite fandom?:

Have you heard of Mischief Theatre?:

Do you feel sorry for Medusa?:

Which song makes you think of your OTP?:

Which song makes you disassociate and daydream the fastest?:

Tags: @weltato, @snarky-wallflower, @feathertru, @barclaysangel, @fanficwriter284, @silvershewolf247, @shadowbrightshine, @luxury-nightmare and anyone else who wants to have a go, feel free!

[namarabia]

[drnucleus]

I had no choice but to hear you You stated your case time and again I thought about it You treat me like I'm a princess I'm not used to liking that You ask how my day was You've already won me over in spite of me And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet And don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are I couldn't help it It's all your fault

- Head Over Feet - Alanis Morissette

Bedroom Hymns - A Reylo Fic by drnucleus

Author: drnucleus Rating: E Genre: Modern AU, Romance, Mild Angst, Semi-slow burn Pairing: Ben Solo | Rey, Minor character pairings Warnings: Healthy BDSM, D/s relationship, Male submissive, FemDomme Summary: For much of his life, hotshot architect, Ben Solo, lived a life full of privilege and entitlement. Son of a Senator and Admiral, the world was his oyster. He slid easily into the alpha male persona that was expected of him. Yet, running his own architecture firm by his late twenties he’d never expected to be saddled with the control behind every single decision. And underneath that façade lay a man, yearning to lay it all down at the foot of a powerful woman. What happens when he uncovers that side of himself and that leads him right to Rey Erso; a psychologist and domme who decides to help him navigate the world of dominance and submission in the local scene. That is until they find they’re more compatible with one another than either of them previously thought.

Story Aesthetic | Story Playlist Master Post | Story Spotify Playlist | Story Misc. Post (Paperwork) | Story Research Master Post | Hymnals & Other Selfish Prayers

I. Prelude | II. Awakening | III. Painted Faces on Parade | IV. Paperwork | V. Defying Expectations | VI. Connection | VII. Burning Desire | VIII. Fight or Flight | IX. Elastic Heart | X. Ache | XI. Pursuit | XII. Off to the Races | XIII. What Kind of Man | XIV. Collar Stays On | XV. Courtship | XVI. Walk the Line | XVII. Lights On | XVIII. In Time | XIX. Body Electric | XX. Say Something Loving | XXI. Head Over Feet

Chapter Playlist: Lovesick – Banks; Arms – Christina Perri; Good to Love – FKA Twigs; Drumming Song – Florence + the Machine; From Eden – Hozier; Head Over Feet – Alanis Morissette

Chapter Sneak Peek

Rey watched him with an intense stare as she held out her hand to him. He turned, seeing her waiting for him and grinned, placing his hand in hers. With a wicked grin, she turned and pulled him by the hand towards the stairs. Mindlessly he followed her, letting her lead him into his bedroom where she began pushing at his blazer and pulling his tie loose. She didn’t want to talk about what was bothering her. 

She wanted to avoid it. Connect. Ascend. It wasn’t the healthiest thing but she knew it would limit the amount of thinking or over thinking her mind could do.

Despite his misgivings he let her for he too wanted to connect, reestablish and reaffirm their connection albeit the physical side of it. He let her go through the motions of undressing each other before she sat on the edge of his bed, and he knelt before her, hands resting on her bare knees. Both naked and silent aside from their in-sync breaths.

“Rey?” Ben asked breaking the silence as he surveyed her face. A neutral expression contradicted by the sheer terror he could see in her eyes. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, lying and knowing he could see the truth beneath the deflection. Rey pushed her fear aside. The fear of losing him one day. Of ultimatums and resentment if she could never say the words aloud. 

I love you. 

The words teetered on the tip of her tongue. 

I love you.

But anxiety was cruel and held her rooted in place. Seizing her throat and reminding her that she was nothing and that he’d leave her one day.

“I’m not. But you can fix that.” Rey admitted, finally pushing the earlier deflections aside.

“How can I do that?” Ben asked, though he was certain he knew the answer to that question already. His hands slid up the tops of her thighs to her hips, gripping them and holding her in place. 

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[artofcrumbs]

Reylo Jedi AU 💛

“Do you want kids?” Ben asked

“We can’t... Jedi Law—,” Rey answered

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Hmm..A boy.. with your eyes... Someday…”

Full (nsfw) illustration on Patreon 💛

[tangerinecherrygal]

Aww thank you for tagging me @podemechamardek. Also I am taking your currently reading as new books on my tbr.

Three Ships: Reylo. I go through a phase every few months where I just become obsessed with them again and then I rewatch Girls (bc Adam). Gwynriel, of course. Merill x Carver from DA2 are my number one. Their party banter made me pause my quests every time I played. All my fantasy romance girls (most of my mutuals) have to experience this ship, they are so cute.

First Ship: I think my first ‘real ship’ was everlark. But when I was a few years younger I wanted Thomas and Violetta, from the disney show Violetta, to be together so badly.

Last song: The dance remix of Shania Twain’s “That Don’t Impress Me Much” because somebody reminded me of her existence the other day and it’s stuck in my head.

Last Film: The Last Jedi. The last time I saw this was in theatres and I think I would need to be in theatres to fully enjoy it again, because it wasn’t as fun this time.

Currently Reading: Nettle and Bone by TK Fisher and Game of Thrones bc I haven’t seen the show and don’t plan to. I haven’t been reading too much bc of burnout, but I want to start again.

Currently Watching: Vampire Diaries again and at any point I have either modern family or superstore in my currently watching list. I guess Girls too but i’m a bit over it.

Currently Consuming: Lemon biscuits, chocolate and a bunch of ibuprofen iykyk.

Currently Craving: A beach day with friends.

Tagging: ❤️ No pressure of course.

@andrigyn @looseleaflettuce @trashforazriel @xstarlightsupremex @castle-calypse @toast-com @mygreendandelion

Nine People You'd Like To Get To Know Better

I was tagged by @transboyzuko, and it's been a minute since I've done anything like this so here goes:

Three Ships: RMS Olympic, RMS Titanic, HMHS Britannic. The only three Olympic-class ocean liners ever built by Harland & Wolff for the White Star Line. Titanic's story is well-known, of course. Britannic was a hospital ship in World War I until she hit a mine in the Aegean and sank. Olympic's career lasted 24 years before she was retired and sold for scrap. Why do I know this? Because I have a morbid fascination with maritime disasters.

First Ever Ship: Heero Yuy/Duo Maxwell. I grew up watching Mobile Suit Gundam Wing on Toonami, and these boys were my bias. I still hold this fic up as one of the best I've ever read. Although, thinking about it, my first actual ship was probably Sirius Black/Remus Lupin via The Shoebox Project by dorkorific and ladyjaida, which I first read on Livejournal. But that was less something I actively shipped and more a ship I actively enjoyed.

Last Song: Hypomania, by Coping Method. My music taste currently vacillates between dance pop/electronica and heavy metal.

Last Film: Uh. Fuck, I dunno. I don't watch a lot of movies anymore. I did do a double Barbenheimer over the summer, though.

Currently Reading: So This Is Ever After by F. T. Lukens and Mistborn by Brandon Sanderson, but progress has been slow. Just prior to starting them both I devoured the Simon Snow trilogy, though, so maybe I just have poor time management skills.

Currently Watching: myself age by steady increments. I also don't watch a lot of TV or streaming series, although that's less from lack of desire to watch and more from being busy with other things. Well, I have been watching Money, Explained, but that's for work and does not therefore count.

Currently Consuming: I'm between hyperfixations at the moment. I have been working my way through Bret Devereaux's collected blog posts on the Battle of Helm's Deep to cope.

Currently Craving: rice. And the next part of Dog's In Love 2. But I can get rice.

I guess I'll tag some folks. Do I even interact with you people enough for this? I'unno. Let's go with: @chiptrillino, @lizardlicks, @three-lesbians-of-the-apocalypse, @schrodingers-bisexual, @deliciousstrawberrythings, @portraitoftheoddity, @sixseisliu, @persnickety-peahen, and @astrababyy

[reylokisses]

Happy Valentine’s Day/belated Galentine’s Day, everyone!!

Up until yesterday, when my wonderful bestie, @affidecrystal , wished me a happy Galentine’s Day, I assumed that Galentine’s Day was celebrated on the 14th 🤣 Next year, I will write this post on the correct day!

Sending love and season’s greetings to:

@affidecrystal

@glamourouslife99

@pandoraspocksao3

@oh-great-authoress

@666symbiosis

@reylo-of-light-blog

@reyloaddict55

@3rdoption

@allgirlsareprincesses

@cas-backwards-tie

@o0-snowdrop-0o

@derpysith

@welsharcher

@craitqueen

@intergalactic-cutie-pie

@aparnasworld

@bellablueb

@benthelastskywalker

@adamdriverisbensolo

@hothmess

@l10ng1rl

@romavitae

@lemon-cake-and-knights

@urfavstargirl1

@hope-lives-in-the-galaxy

@wroteclassicaly

@candycanes19

@clydeluckylogan

@xoruffitup

@theladyship

@supremeprince-bensolo

@frumfrumfroo

@megilins

@ariainstars

@bensolothelastskywalker

@novelsandnerdiness

@shidlovskaya-lena

@tammylou02

@anessthesiaa

@knightsofladyren

@andrinanightshade1

@carylmeanslove

@m1ssjess

@pulltothelight

@juliaaurelia-blog

@thewayofthetrashcompactor

@darkjedilady

@bensoloislove

@safarigirlsp

I would have kept going, but only 50 mentions are allowed per post 😖

[skiplo-wave]

I had a dream last night where Steven Spielberg and George Lucas made one of those naughty movies. You know what I'm talking about👀 And the movie starred Adam Driver and it was called Kylo Ren and his hanging Extra-T***. The man had like three dicks. What the fuck would make me dream something like that?

Lol y’all remember the Star Wars porno set before the last Jedi came out?

OG reylos remember 😊

[affidecrystal]

Wiggling out of her yellow sundress, Rey tossed it to the floor without so much as a second thought. Scooting her semi-nude body towards the edge of the bed, she looked up at Ben as he stood before her. Eyeing him as he undressed, she felt her lust grow with every quick heartbeat. Caught in the torrent of her arousal, she barely registered the oddity of his unmarred torso.

“Do you need a hand?” She asked suggestively.

Casually dropping his black sweater, Kylo quirked the corner of his lips into a devilish smile. Taking a step closer to the bed, he nodded his head in reply. This was the one time where he didn’t mind her inability to be patient.

“Yes,” he said, his voice low and husky.

Draping her legs over the side of the mattress, Rey reached for the waistband of his black slacks. Keeping her hazel eyes focused on his, she made quick work of undoing his button and fly. Pulling the fabric down off of his hips, she let out a tiny gasp when she realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Naughty boy...going commando when you knew your mum was coming over,” she tisked.

Swallowing hard as Rey slid her fingers along his hardened cock, Kylo trailed his eyes from her beautiful face to her bare tits. Focusing his needy gaze on her rosebud nipples, he suppressed a shiver as she teased him with a shallow rake of her nails.

“You should punish me,” he suggested.

Wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock, Rey leaned forward. Holding him steady with her firm grasp, she gave him a dirty grin.

“You do deserve a good tongue lashing,” she purred.

Nyx has Updated-Chapter Eight

Want to read more? Click HERE for the newest update of the Erotic Thriller by CoraRiley

Or start at the begging with Chapter One

[jacenbren]

ooh I just saw this!! don’t think anybody tagged me but I’m doing it anyway :D

3 ships— vashwood (Vash/Wolfwood from the Trigun franchise; they are full of horny religious symbolism which I am a slut for), sandstorm (Cole/Morro from Ninjago; I am also a slut for rare pairs who have never actually interacted in canon but would click SO WELL if they did), Kalluzeb (Garazeb Orrelios/Alexsandr Kallus from Star Wars Rebels; two PTSD-ridden middle-aged men with an enemies-to-lovers arc that Reylo WISHES it was)

Last song— Ancient Aliens by Lemon Demon

Last movie— Surf’s Up

Currently reading— Trigun Maximum manga

Currently watching— Neon Genesis Evangelion

Currently consuming— a shitty gas station donut

Currently craving— lemon sorbet I got at this one street stall in Munich AND I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO FIND ANYWHERE ELSE DAMN IT

9 tags— shite. idk if I know this many people; anyway @kai-nyktos @swanwithhand @lemonberry-conda @cantfrostmybeloved @ilajue @routeriver @raenavolante @hecksee @skipcount1 go nuts if you want to guys

(starting a new thread 'cause the other one got really long)

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

Thanks for the tag, @juniperjellyfish!!

Three ships: Pixane, Ralbert, Orphydice

Last song: Phenomena - Douran

Last movie: Hmm, I really can't remember

Currently reading: RED (As in Russia and Measles and Love) by Linda Jane Niedfeldt

Currently watching: Ninjago!

Currently consuming: Strawberry-orange gum and grape soda (I know, I'm sooooo healthy)

Currently craving: Nothing. I just woke up, and I'm never hungry after I wake up (even though I fell asleep starving)

Nine tags: @beetr0t @roguendeavor @giddlygoat @lennon-cuddlywump @dapper-nahrwhale @not-quite-my-tempo @kentucky-fried-thea @orcaofmyheart99 @frau-wilhelm-klink

[commonanomaly321]

Officially deceased RN