19 Jul 2019
“Ben tops,” Poe informs her with a smile and a wink, like it’s an amusing bit of information to share, like it’s the most natural thing to bring up to a casual acquaintance in a Jamba Juice on a Tuesday at half past noon.
In which Rey is very intrigued when she finds out that Ben and Poe used to do it.
19 Jul 2019
What would we do to convince Ali to write Preylo? Turns out, we would make a lengthy, angsty one-shot and full-color illustration about the Supreme Leader's bacne. And make it canon-compliant. And make it smutty. It's what the people (Ever-So-Reylo) want.
Rey pops Kylo's bacne, and then she pops his cherry.
06 Oct 2019
“Was it you who suggested this...procedure?” He paused around the word as if it was barbed.
“No,” she said to his desk. “My employers heard me one night. I was… Well, it...I…” Her breath came faster and her cheeks pinked.
Ben waited, curiosity piqued.
Rey inhaled shallowly and flicked a nervous glance at him. “I was dreaming of— Oh, it’s not important.” She flapped a hand as if to dismiss the subject, but Ben could see the tremble of her fingers. “And anyway, I must have made a...sound. In my sleep. And someone heard it. And now I am seen to be hysterical and in need of a relaxative paroxysm. Because heaven forbid there to be a hysterical governess. Think of the children, and all that.” Her casual tone clashed with the rest of her; she was as red as a beet and a wisp of curling brown hair escaped from her updo to brush against her cheek. She swept it away with an unsteady hand.
“What were you dreaming about?” His voice sounded awfully low to his own ears. He wasn’t sure why he asked; as she’d said, it wasn’t important.
Rey opened her mouth, appeared to struggle with her sentence, then pursed her lips at the window and choked out a short laugh. “It’ll sound ridiculous,” she said quietly.
15 Oct 2019
He steps in then, and Rey gasps at the movement. He’s always gone out of his way to maintain his distance. Every meeting, every elevator ride, every mandatory workplace function; as soon as Rey enters the room his face morphs into something resembling revulsion and he immediately looks for an exit.
But, he’s close to her now. So close. The closest he’s ever been, Rey knows. Rey knows because she has emblazoned in her memory every single time Ben Solo has been within touching distance—every time she could have lifted an arm or taken a step and brushed against him. There have been twelve such occasions before tonight. This is thirteen. An unlucky number.
“The new girl, is what he called you." His voice drips with amusement from the other side of the curtain. "She thinks herself a little Jedi. Won’t allow anyone to touch her. Pushes them away with the Force.”
Lying flat on the table, a raw shiver courses down the entire length of Rey’s spine. This same voice has whispered to her through so many dark dreams, both waking and sleeping—and now it is here. Right before her. So near—but it could be even nearer, couldn’t it? If he would simply lean through the curtain. If he would just lower his lips to her ear, the way his shadow does every night in the safety of her sleep—if he would press his mouth to her skin and murmur all the ways he plans to ruin her for anyone else—
“But you’re letting me touch you," he says softly. "Why is that?”
14 Oct 2019
Rey Jackson may not like her boss, Ben Solo, but she can't stop fantasizing about him. She's a serial doodler, and although some of her art ends up in the margins of important documents, so far, she's managed to keep her erotic drawings of Ben hidden.
That all changes when Rey sends Ben a report that accidentally includes NSFW art of his head between her thighs...
- Part 12 of One-Shots and Drabbles
Bookmarked by Skerft
14 Oct 2019