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𝒽𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓎🍯 @thehoneydoll.bsky.social · 9h

BOUND
#reylo . e . chapter 3
Realization hits her with stunning clarity and a misery so deep it overshadows his own unhappiness through the bond they now share: your Alpha doesn’t want you.

🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/723542...

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juniordreamer @juniordreamer.bsky.social · 4h

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Artofcrumbs 🤍panville dramione reylo @artofcrumbs.bsky.social · 16h

Ghost costume with Kylo #reylo

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juniordreamer @juniordreamer.bsky.social · 11h

oh i am SCREAMING

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darth peppy 🎃👻🦇 @peppersweet.bsky.social · 13h

tava ren lit up the toxic femmeslash part of my brain like christmas and compelled me to work on this fic, in which tava sees the weird games kylo & rey are playing and decides she wants to teach him a lesson in prisoner handling. or: in which kylo ren gets cucked over a space zoom call

Rey forced herself to look Tava in the eye again. Nobody besides Kylo knew the extent of her relationship with him, and, even then, she suspected that neither of them really understood it either. Could she freely admit to knowing what he was like? Did she know, really?

‘I don’t know what you mean,’ she said.

Tava spread her hands wide. ‘I’m under orders to capture you. As are my men. The whole fleet has a standing order to abandon all current mission objectives and divert all resources to your capture if you’re located. And they do capture you! They’re good at it! Funny, then, that you seem to be so good at running away as soon as they turn you over to him. And that you never yield any useful intel despite all those hours in the interrogation chair. Tell me, how many times have you been on his flagship? And does it do something for you too, knowing an entire fleet is at your beck and call for the sake of some sort of sex game?’

White-hot anger flashed inside Rey, like she’d been shocked by a live wire. She hadn’t even called it that to herself.

‘It’s not like that,’ she growled.

‘Oh, I’m sure it isn’t, sweetheart,’ Tava said. The husky rasp of her voice—the way she’d put emphasis on sweetheart—did something to Rey that made her stomach feel tight. ‘But you realise it’s inefficient, don’t you? That it’s a waste of your time? Does he even touch you? It doesn’t seem like his thing. Does he just make you watch while he touches himself?’

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gal ✨🌌🌙 @peculiargalaxies.bsky.social · 13h

they’re switches, your honor #reyloww

Rey stuffs her discarded smallclothes in his mouth—Kylo is likely to be loud, and she would prefer to be able to look their guards in the eye tomorrow morning, for once.

His eyes flash in indignation, like flames glinting off the blade of a sword.

She raises an eyebrow in challenge. Can you take it?

His jaw works, cheeks hollowing, and she can guess what he’s doing: sucking on the fabric to draw out the taste of her. Even bound and effectively gagged, Kylo can give her a look that’s hotter than the warmth of the crackling hearthfire. I’ll take everything you have to give me.

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juniordreamer @juniordreamer.bsky.social · 12h

Another sneak peek from a future chapter of rules for the end of the world for #reyloww !

Link: archiveofourown.org/works/714595...

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juniordreamer @juniordreamer.bsky.social · 13h

😘😘😘

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Creative License 🎬 @creativelicense.bsky.social · 1d

He is a work of art 🤍🖤🩶 #AdamDriver

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☁️ sal ☁️ @buriedbloom.bsky.social · 1d

wip ✏️

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juniordreamer @juniordreamer.bsky.social · 2d

Ahhhh this is lovely

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Random Books of Known Origin, Ph.D @randombks.bsky.social · 5d

Homesick for what she barely knows, Rey stops fighting and welcomes the Night, as she gives herself over - with glory and by her own free will - to the Creature.

He who might once have been the Count of Ren.

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A Reylo Nosferatu AU for #Reyloween
#Reylo #ReyloFic
archiveofourown.org/works/72246741

A still from Nosferatu (2024): the shadow of the Count lingers in the shadow of the white, billowing curtain in front of the figure of Ellen, who appears transfixed as she floats in the air in her nightgown, her feet not touching the ground

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juniordreamer @juniordreamer.bsky.social · 3d

Sneak peek from the next chapter of rules for the end of the world for #reylosss

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juniordreamer @juniordreamer.bsky.social · 3d

I do what I can 😉

juniordreamer @juniordreamer.bsky.social · 3d

Chapter 2 is up because I have no self control when it comes to these two

juniordreamer @juniordreamer.bsky.social · 5d

Idk if anyone even goes here with me but I just posted the first chapter of an #alchemised modern au featuring underground boxer kaine and ER doctor helena

duty of care

✨️ Rated E
✨️ multi-chapter
✨️ hurt/comfort
✨️ angst with a happy ending

Link: archiveofourown.org/works/721574...

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juniordreamer @juniordreamer.bsky.social · 3d

Screaming !!!!

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🎃Spooky Bree👻 @ishipstarwars.bsky.social · 3d

/NSFW, Breylo/Benlo

Here's another horny preview for #KeepMeFic. Hoping to post Chapter 1 on Wednesday!

#Reyloween #Reylofic #ReyloSSS

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juniordreamer @juniordreamer.bsky.social · 4d

Chapter 3 of 'rules for the end of the world' is up!! #reylo

✨ Rated E
✨ Multi-chapter (updates coming once a week)
✨ Traumatized, touch starved Rey
✨ Principled, touch her and die Ben

Link: archiveofourown.org/works/714595...

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juniordreamer @juniordreamer.bsky.social · 5d

Eeek hope you enjoy it!!

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juniordreamer @juniordreamer.bsky.social · 5d

Idk if anyone even goes here with me but I just posted the first chapter of an #alchemised modern au featuring underground boxer kaine and ER doctor helena

duty of care

✨️ Rated E
✨️ multi-chapter
✨️ hurt/comfort
✨️ angst with a happy ending

Link: archiveofourown.org/works/721574...

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gal ✨🌌🌙 @peculiargalaxies.bsky.social · 8d

UPDATE #reylofic

the world we made

E | chapter two | 2.9k

👑 fantasy/medieval au
👑 King of Naboo Kylo Ren x Empress Rey
👑 former enemies, now lovers
👑 porn with trace amounts of plot
👑 dirty talk (and a little virginity kink, as a treat)

decorative moodboard with the title THE WORLD WE MADE. in the top right are the words chapter two: an empire for you. below that are images of a woman in a black and gold dress, a crown around a dagger thrust into the grass, and the hands of a man in an embroidered black suit. at the bottom are the words “I am not—I have not always been a good man. But I can be so good to you. I promise.”

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☁️ sal ☁️ @buriedbloom.bsky.social · 8d

reylo kisses 💌

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juniordreamer @juniordreamer.bsky.social · 9d

guys is it too soon to write alchemised fanfic bc I may or may not be 3000 words into an ER doctor/underground boxer au 🧍‍♀️

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juniordreamer @juniordreamer.bsky.social · 10d

oh this is INCREDIBLE ("petal-frail tremor of daylight", are you kidding me????? 😍😍)

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Denzer @denzerwriter.bsky.social · 10d

This came out so quickly that it probably doesn't make sense but I'm posting it anyway cuz melodrama is fun

CW // vampire, blood, angst with HEA (I swear)

Ben finds Rey, his slayer, after she's been bitten by a vampire. (1/2)

“I killed him before the dawn.” Her voice is beaten blank with exhaustion, with fear. “I should be human again.”
She’s sitting in a minefield of broken, stained glass. Her legs dangle over the edge of the massive cavity where the tower’s window used to be, and her hair has come loose from its braid, blowing back from her ash-streaked face. The city looms dark below her.
Ben steps over the crumbling body in the center of the room. His chest aches as if she put a stake through it.
“I’m so sorry, Rey.”

“Why didn’t it work?” She asks in the same confused tone she’d had at seventeen, when he’d first found her, when she’d tried so hard to learn what her body could do. He’s failed her so utterly.
“I don’t know.” He has to whisper, because if he raises his voice now, he’ll never stop.
This entire building is covered in ash. She killed the entire coven, even with poisoned blood curdling in her veins. Every second Ben had spent training her has led to this, and it isn’t enough to save her.
“I can smell your blood.” Her voice cracks, and something in his chest shatters. He drops the stake.
When her shoulders start to shake, Ben drops down behind her, settling so his legs are outside hers, over the ledge. He hates heights, but he can already see the light between the buildings, the petal-frail tremor of daybreak.
“It’s just a few more minutes, Rey,” he says, wrapping his arms around her. “I’ll be here the whole time.”

Her body is rigid with tension, and she stinks of sulfur and rot. He has to bury his face in her neck to get to the real scent of her. Vanilla in her hair, the tiger balm along her shoulders he’d put there himself, the soft, warm nape of her neck.
“When they replace me,” she asks quietly, once her back has loosened into his chest, “will you be the one to train them?”
“Never.” His throat is too tight. “You’ll be the only one.”
She stays quiet, letting him rock her gently, until the first rays of sunlight split the sky. When she twists toward him, he pulls her close, cupping her cheek. She stares up with urgent eyes he would recognise even if they’d already turned to ash.
“Ben, I need to tell you–”
“I love you,” he beats her to it because of all the things she’s had to fight for, he should never have been one of them. “I should have told you years ago.”

“I wanted,” she starts, but the sunlight hits the bare skin above her bite-guards and she cuts off with a twisted mouth that makes him press his forehead to hers.
“I wanted it too,” he whispers as she grinds her teeth, “I thought we had time. I’m so sorry, Rey.”
There’s a horrifying change in the texture of her cheek, her skin slipping like powder. He pulls back so his face can be the last thing she sees.
“Ben,” she says. Her voice is scorched, eyes dying embers but still focused on him.
She squeezes them shut a moment later, and he’ll never know what she wanted to tell him with her last breath because she’s nothing but ash in his hands, splintering. If he weren’t so afraid of breaking her apart, he’d roar at the daylight that took her from him.
Instead, he holds still, feeling the outline of her, the solidity beneath that she still holds even minutes later.

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