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Chrissi 🍉

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A respectable lunatic She/her SheSaidSarcastically on Ao3 Sci-fi🌌 fantasy👿 D&D nerd🐉 #Reylo 🦋 + other ADCU ships Owned by 2 cats and a dog Really have to scroll in the birth year drop-down

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Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· 17d

#reylo #reylofic #reyloprompts CW: A/B/O

Up close photograph of a woman’s neck and collarbones. Around her neck is a gold choker, with a design of scrolling leaves and circular diamonds studded throughout

She stands nearly perfectly still, only the slight rise and fall
of her chest with each shallow breath marking her as more than a statue.
Even so, the scent snow laden pines and wood smoke invades her senses, lodging deep in her lungs until it's all she can smell.
The glint of gold catches her eye as it passes in front of her face, before coming to rest across throat.
At the feel of warm skin trailing against the back of her neck, Rey obediently tilts her head forward and gathers her hair over one shoulder.
"Good girl," the man behind her husks, closing the clasp
and sealing her fate.
Thick fingers rise to trace over the cool metal. Where most betrothal collars are a plain silver ring, her Alpha has gifted her with a rose gold circlet of scrolling leaves, studded throughout with diamonds. His touch makes her tremble, heart in her throat.
Plush lips brush her earlobe. "Lovely, my omega," Kylo murmurs over the sound of grandfather's associates polite applause. "This will do as a mark until your first heat comes and I sink my teeth into your pretty pink gland."

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· 22d

"Hi, baby," he murmurs, carding gentle fingers through her hair.
"Didn't mean to wake you. Just go back to sleep." He doesn't relax until her breathing evens out, little puffs of air that fan across his collar bones.
Hearing his brother's name on her lips makes the green-eyed
monster that paces in his chest snarl in fury, soothed only by the
feel of her, warm and kitten soft in his arms.
Kylo did not intend to fall in love with his twin's girlfriend, but
Rey-sweet as pie, stubborn as a mule, beautiful beyond compare
Rey-simply didn't give him a choice. The very first time they met she reached right into his chest and plucked out his heart before he even knew what was happening.
In the time since, adoration has spiralled into obsession, to the
point that it has become difficult to remember what it was like
having a thought that doesn't revolve around her.
He tucks her closer, revelling in finally, finally, having her exactly where he wants her.
His plan coming into this had been to take advantage of Ben being
away at conference to take one night to be near Rey, burn every
moment of holding her in his arms into his brain in the hope that
it would be enough to yank him back from the precipice of
madness, then sneak out before dawn breaks, so if she
remembers anything at all, she would assume it was only a dream.

Now, he realizes now that he was a fool to think that just once
would suffice. This closeness between them feels more right than
anything he has ever known fated even. He simply can't live
without it.
Settling deeper into the pillows, as he gazes down at Rey's angelic face, Kylo begins to contemplate ways ensure that he gets to keep her forever.

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· 22d

#reylo #reylofic #reyloprompts

Black and white photograph of the face of a sleeping woman. Only one eye and some of her hair is visible, the rest covered by a man’s bare arm.

The bedroom is dark and silent when he enters, only the ambient
light coming in through the window illuminating the large bed at
the centre.
He crosses the room on silent feet, hovering at the bedside, just
taking a moment to savour the sight of her curled up under the
covers, looking so peaceful and innocent in sleep that it makes his
teeth ache.
Unable to stand being so far away from her for another second, he pulls back the blankets, salivating when he realizes that she is
wearing nothing except a worn t-shirt and a pair of panties
dotted with little flowers. God, she's stunning. Every line and
curve seemingly explicitly designed to drive him out of his mind.
He slides across the mattress, slinging an arm around her waist,
curving around her until they are touching at every possible
point. Nuzzling his face in her hair, he inhales, sighing blissfully as the scent of wildflowers and petrichor and everything good in
the world floods his lungs.
But then freezes as Rey stirs, turning in his embrace, burrowing
into his shoulder and snuffling her nose along his throat, sending pleasurable shivers dancing down his spine. "Ben, you're home," she slurs, thankfully still mostly asleep. "Mmm, missed you."

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· 25d

#reylo #reylofic #reyloprompt

Photograph of a pink floral cupcake, with a single lit red candle in it, on a white porcelain plate

Rey impulsively buys herself a single gourmet cupcake from a fancy bakery on her walk home from the office.
She waits until the end of the dav- dinner cooked and
eaten, dishes washed and put away, comfy pajamas onto
light the lone candle she scrounged from the back of the
junk drawer. Takes a moment to watch the golden flame, its flickering doubled in the dark window beside her tiny kitchen table.
Undoubtedly, most people would consider this a lacklustre birthday celebration, but it's the best one Rey has ever had.
Out from under Plutt's thumb at last, she's found a steady job that's not exactly exciting, but offers benefits, and best of all, enough money she could get herself a studio apartment. It is old and drafty, the hardwood floor are warped in places, the radiator rattles no matter what she does, and she loves it more than anything in the world.
Things are finally looking up.
Closing her eyes, she makes her wish for the only thing still missing from her new life-companionship. She's not quite brave enough to demand the universe provide her with true love, so she aims a little lower, asking for someone to hang out with who is kind and really likes her.

A lazy spiral of smoke drifts towards the ceiling as pink
icing sugar melts on her tongue.
The next day, her manager stops by her cubicle, a tall man with black framed glasses at her shoulder.
She's seized by the insane urge to brush aside the dark
waves that fall across his forehead.
"Rey, I'd like to introduce you to the newest member of our team," Holdo says, putting her hand on the stranger's shoulder.
He blushes when she takes the hand he extends.
"Um, hi, I'm Ben. It's nice to meet you, Rey."

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· Jul 14

"True, but this is more than just his typical stomping around like a bull in a China shop. But I caught him, well, growling, at the building maintenance guy after I mentioned it was a bit cold on our floor. Then Beaumont
knocked into me in the break room and Ben tried to fire
him, even though he's not his manager and it was an accident."
Now that she's on a roll, she can't shut up. "And he stole my coffee right out of my hand this morning. Gave me a water bottle instead, muttering something about coffee being dehydrating. And-and then he brought me a steak for lunch because apparently I'need more iron to keep up my strength," she makes air quotes. "He just seems kind of agitated today, I guess."
When she looks up at her boss, Leia has a hand over her
mouth, shoulders shaking with silent laughter.
Okay, not the reaction she was expecting.
It takes a moment, but Leia gets herself under control. "My son can get a little.. temperamental around the full moon," she says, as if that explains anything. "He should be back to
his normal self in a couple of days, but I'll have a word with him about his behavior."

"Oh, no. No. I didn't mean to get him trouble! I just wanted make sure he's alright," Rey stands up from her chair and starts backing towards the door. "Or something. I'm not not actually sure what I wanted. You know what, ignore me. Forget I said anything. Have a good day."
The sound of Leia's laughter only cuts off when she shuts the door behind her. She spends the remainder of the
afternoon answering emails and doing her best to forget the most embarrassing moment of her professional life.
An interminable about of time later, it is finally time to
head home, where she can drown her mortification in medically concerning amounts of Oreo ice cream and caramel sauce.
A large hand catches the elevator doors before they can close, followed by an even larger body entering the tight
space
Ben doesn't turn to face the doors, hitting the button for the lobby without looking away from her.
"Oh, um, hi Ben," she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Got any fun plans for the evening?"
Entirely ignoring her weak attempt at small talk, he announces, "I'm driving you home. It's too late for you to be taking the train alone."

"It's 5pm?" it comes out as a question.
His face tightens, making the faded scar that bisects it stand out, and for a moment she swears his ochre eyes flash gold. "It's not safe. You'll come with me."
She considers declining since they're not even work friends, yet, but then she considers how amazing it would be to avoid roasting to death on a subway platform in the middle of a heat wave.
So she smiles instead. "Thanks, Ben. That's really nice of you."
Muscles relaxing, his shoulders drop with her acquiescence. "Good girl," he rumbles, placing his palm on the small of her back to guide her out of the elevator. "We'll get you some dinner some dinner on the way."
"To keep my strength up?" she asks teasingly.
The sharp-toothed smile he gives her sends shivers down her spine. "Yes."

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· Jul 14

#reylo #reylofic #reyloprompts

Upclose photograph of a man’s eye. It is a bright gold colour.

She sits down, perching on the very edge of the leather chair. "Is Ben okay?"
And immediately cringes. Now that she's in her boss's office, this seems like a terrible idea.
Leia frowns at her, looking as regal as a queen behind her giant mahogany desk.
"He's fine, as a far as I know. Why do you ask?"
Rey really wishes she had thought this through more before coming to the man's mother of all people with her vague concerns. "It's nothing major, he just seems a little, um, off."
There, that was sufficiently diplomatic. Probably.
Raising an elegant eyebrow, the older woman gestures for her to continue.
"He's been kind of, ah, intense, is all."
"More than usual, you mean? The boy can brood like a
Byronic poet. He gets that from my side, I'm afraid," there is fond amusement in Leia's voice.

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· Jul 12

#reylo #reylofic #reyloprompts

Photograph of piece of chocolate Devil’s Food Cake, with chocolate shavings on top

There's frosting on he bottom lip, and he going a little insane.
He watches, mesmerized, as her pink tongue darting out to swipe up the sticky mess and it's all he can do not to leap across the table
and take over cleaning duties for her.
Because she is intent on killing him, Rey takes another bite of the
bite of the devil's food cake and moans, low and breathy.
Ben knows in his bones that if given the chance, he could elicit
that same sound over and over again with his face pressed into
her cunt.
"Oh, Leia, this is sooo good," she compliments sweetly.
His mother chuckles, "Thank you, dear, but I can only take credit
for choosing an excellent bakery." She turns a concerned look on
him. Are you alright, Benjamin? You haven't tried your dessert
yet."
"I'm fine," he lies, stuffing a forkful of cake into his mouth to
cover the hoarseness of his voice.
He can't help but notice the way Rey's eyes are focused on his lips.
Pull the fork out slowly, he makes a show of licking the tines,
delighting the flush that spreads across her cheeks.
Rey is right, this is delicious."

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· Jul 11

#reylo #reylofic #reyloprompt

Photograph of two dice from a set used to play Dungeons and Dragons. The sparkly purple twenty-sided die with gold numbering are shown with the words “yeet” and “fuck” facing us

"When you reach the centre of the bridge, it starts to shake.
With a loud snap the ropes break, the boards beneath your
feet falling away. Do an Athletics or Acrobatics check to see
if you manage to grab onto the remaining guide rope."
The sound of groaning followed by the clatter of dice fills the room.
"Well?" Ben raises his eyebrow, looking first at Rey.
"Twenty four," she gloats.
"You Rogues and you Dex bonuses," Finn scoffs. "My
Paladin got a perfectly respectable 17."
"How?," Finn demands. "You're an Artificer, your best stat is Intelligence."
"Yeah, but I'm also a tabaxi, so I've got Dex for days, baby."
"Whatever. I rolled a perfectly respectable 17."
"Thirteen," Rose chimes in.
"Uh, I only got an eleven," Jannah says.
Ben checks his notes. "You're lucky, that's just over the DC.
Poe, what did you get?"

Poe glares at the D20 in front of him as if it is his mortal enemy. "Nat one," he mutters.
The rest of the table winces in sympathy.
Everyone except for the DM, that is. He does a very bad job of keeping the glee off his face. "As the bridge disintegrates beneath you, you make a desperate grab for the only remaining rope. All of you succeed, except for the rogue, who plummets thirty feet, landing hard on the rocky bottom of the pit," here he pauses to roll a handful of D8s.
"Let's see, that'll be... thirty-two points of damage."
"Oh come on! I'm bloodied now," Poe exclaims, marking his new HP on character sheet.
"Then you're really not going like what happens next.
Laying there, aching and the wind knocked out of you, you suddenly hear a loud scritching sound. Looking to your right, out of the darkness you see a hoard of hundreds of rats swarming towards you," Ben's grin is downright evil.
"Roll for initiative."
"I hate this dungeon," Poe grouses, picking up his dice.

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· Jul 9

And squeals when, with surprising coordination, he twists, wrapping his arms around her, and pulls her down with him to collapse onto the dark comforter.
"What are you doing? Let me go," she demands, flailing around in an unsuccessful effort to extricate herself from
his octopus-like grasp.
Nuzzling his face in her neck, he hums happily, "Rey."
"Yeah, it's me," flushed and panting, she abandons her embarrassingly ineffective escape attempt. Surely the
alcohol will knock him out soon and she can slip away. At least his bed is comfortable, she thinks, letting herself sink deeper into the mattress.
Long fingers circle her wrist, tugging her hand up until it's buried in his hair. Taking the not-so-subtle hint, she cards through the silky soft strands.
Ben makes what can only be described as a purr, snuggling in even more, rubbing his nose along the line of her throat, and dear God, it feels good.
Her heart flutters at the press of his body against hers.
She's never been this close to him before. His cedar and sandalwood scent is making her head spin.

"m gonna marry you," he announces, apropos of nothing.
lips brushing her skin.
This is news to Rey. "Oh yeah?" she questions, more high-pitched than she would like.
"Mmhmm. With flowers and a cake and stuff. And you in a white dress. Fuck, you'll be so gorgeous," he tells her dreamily, lips brushing her skin. "An 'm gonna buy you a house, one with a big yard for all your plants, 'cause I know how much you love 'em."
Devastating, the things he's saying-the most dearly held dreams of her heart spilling so easily off the tip of his
tongue.
"I didn't know you liked me like that," she whispers. Truth be told, up to this point she was convinced that her best
friend's boyfriend's roommate didn't like her at all.
He props himself up on forearm, gazing down at her morosely. "Because of my face? Poe says I have resting bitch face, but it's just how Ilook."
Rey stifles a giggle. "He's not wrong, but mostly it's the way you argue with everything I say."

That gets him to lift up on a forearm to frown down at her.
"Of course I do, you look so pretty when you're mad at me.
Your eyes get all bright and your cheeks turn pink and your
nose scrunches up," he brushes a strand of hair off her forehead. "s my favourite thing in the world. Can't wait for you to yell at me forever."
Before she can even begin to formulate a response to that, his eyelids droop and his head drops, cheek resting on her chest. *m just gonna nap a bit and then we can start
wedding planning."
She lets herself enjoy the warmth and closeness of him.
Whatever happens when he wakes up, she'll at least have the memory of this. "Okay, Ben, okay."

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· Jul 9

#reylo #reylofic #reyloprompts

Still of Adam Driver in the movie Patterson. He is laying in bed in a white t-shirt, his arms wrapped around a woman

The muffled sounds of music and laughter drift up the stairs, trailing them down the hallway.
Rey's not paying any attention to that, though, too focused on staying upright under the weight of a swaying Ben Solo.
She nearly staggers into the wall as he leans even more
heavily on her.
"Ooof," she adjusts the long arm slung around her shoulders, elbowing him in the ribs. "You gotta help me here, big guy. I can't carry you on my own, you're like triple my weight."
He mumbles something unintelligible, but thankfully straightens up some. Enough that she can get them to their
destination.
"What the hell did Poe give you?" She questions, mostly rhetorically, maneuvering them through the too-narrow doorway.
"A lot," he slurs, pressing his face into her hair.
With the minimum amount of help from Ben, she manages to wrangle him into his bedroom. Letting go of his waist
she pushes gently on his back, trying not to notice how very
broad and muscled it is, encouraging him towards the bed.
"Okay, big guy, time to sleep it off."

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· Jul 6

CW: DD/lg #reylo #reylofic #reyloprompts

Up close black and white photograph of a man cupping a woman’s chin. We can only see part of their faces and his hand

As he puts on his cuff links, Kylo watches the reflection of Rey
nestled insouciantly into his bed, seriously considering calling out of work.
She stretches, arms above her head, back curving in a graceful arc, tits on enticing display beneath the worn cotton of her sleep
shirt.
Maybe he'll take the rest of the week off.
"I'm going to meet Finn for coffee later."
She says it as a nonchalant declarative statement, but glances at
him from beneath her lashes, bottom lip caught between her
teeth.
Ah.
Turning away from the mirror, he leaves his ties undone around his shoulders to cross the room to grasp her chin between his
fingers. "No."
Her pupils blow wide, even as she protests, "But Daddy "
His grip tightens. "I said no, baby. I doesn't like the idea of my pretty girl out in the world all alone without Daddy there to look after her"

The pout of she puts on doesn't fool him in the least, he knows
her too well. Has learned that on the days she's feeling fragile, his
baby needs a bit of Daddy's overbearing coddling.
After a lifetime of abandonment, she needs to feel kept. So he will
keep her.
"None of that now," he admonishes, tapping her on the nose.
"You'll do as you're told and stay home today."
Relief suffuse her features, body melting back into the pillows.
Because he is a magnanimous tyrant, he makes a concession,
"You can invite Finn over for a playdate."
"But," he cautions, "there are rules. One, you can't leave the house."
Kylo waits until she nods emphatically to lean over her and plant
his hands on either side of her shoulders, letting his voice drop
low. "Two, Finn has to be gone by the time Daddy gets home, because I expect to find you back in this bed, naked with your
little pink cunt dripping, ready to get fucked the second Daddy
walks through the door. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy," she says, sweet and breathy.
He lays an adoring kiss to her forehead. "That's my good girl."

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· Jul 2

#reylo #reylofic #reyloprompts

Photograph from Jack White’s exhibition “These Thoughts May Disappear” at the Newport Street Gallery in London. The walls are painted bright yellow, with a blue, red, and white De Stiji style sofa placed on a yellow plinth. Also a red, blue and yellow splatterpainted Eames chair on a yellow plinth.

"You don't like it," she observes, staring up at his face.
He's never been very good at controlling his expression.
"It's... fine," he makes a valiant attempt at being nice.
Which only earns him a sharp little elbow to the ribs. "Tell the truth, solo."
"It's all derivative," he admits, lips lifting in a sneer. "The artist hasn't put a
single original idea on display."
"Oh no?" She's teasing him, but he doesn't care.
Turning in place, he takes in the artworks dotting the primary yellow gallery.
He aims his derision across the room at one of the pieces of furniture. "A De
Stijl sofa. Revolutionary -when Gerrit Rietveld did it a century ago."
"Look at that," he gestures to some shipping pallets, painted red, yellow, and
blue, nailed to each other and tacked onto the wall. "Some kind of Mondrian-
Duchamp mashup nightmare."
"Mhhm," she's biting her lip on a laugh, but he's too worked up to stop now.
"And this. This is an abomination," he spits, circling the work he considers
most worthy of his enmity a jumble of objects soldered together and spray
painted a uniform, shiny black where it sits innocuously on the polished
concrete floor. "You can't just claim any pile of monochrome garbage is an Assemblage. Nevelson must be rolling over in her grave."

Rey nods. "A travesty against an artist I am totally aware of."
Ben huffs, "I'm just saying, some thought and effort wouldn't be amiss."
"I wasn't aware my boyfriend is a professional art critic," she teases, grinning
bright.
They both freeze when the words register.
Boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend his brain chants on a disbelieving, joyous loop
It's the first time either of them have put a label on this thing between them.
This beautiful, golden, fragile connection that has rapidly become the best
thing that has ever happened to him.
He watches the fear well up in her spring green eyes. A kind he knows
intimately. The fear of rejection, the terror of being deemed not enough and
left all alone.
"Well, he is," Ben assures her, voice a bit hoarse. Twining their fingers
together, he tugs her through to the adjoining gallery. "So let your boyfriend show you where they keep the good stuff."

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· Jun 30

It had taken superhuman willpower not to unwrap her like
a present, crawl between her thighs, pull down the little sleep shorts that are the bane of his existence and feasted.
In fact, now that he hasn't touched his Rey in a small eternity, he can't think of a single reason why he should
deny himself such unmitigated pleasure.
Rising, he tosses a few bills down. "Enjoy the rest of the game, guys, I'm heading out."
A chorus of boos follow after him, but he barely hears them, too busy cataloguing all of the unspeakably filthy things he's going to do to his pretty girl the second he gets
home.
And if he's "codependent," well then, fine. He has been
much worse things.

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· Jun 30

#reylo #reylofic #reyloprompts

Photograph of a crowd of people watching the TVs in a sports bar. The lighting gives the room a red cast.

Poe leans in, speaking close to Ben's ear to be heard over the din, "Dude, can you stop?"
With effort, he halts the bouncing of his leg.
Taking a sip of now-warm beer, he glances around the packed bar, before looking at one of the TVs mounted high
on the wall.
And groans when he realizes that there is still seven minutes left on the third period.
How? How is that possible? They have been here for more
than two hours - aka basically forever.
The bouncing resumes.
"For fuck's sake, bro," Poe throws his hands in the air.
Sinking lower on the vinyl bench, Ben crosses his arms with a huff. "Sorry, sorry."
"Are you okay?" Jannah asks, wearing a concerned frown.
Kaydel answers for him. "He's fine, he's just going through
Rey-drawl," she dismisses with a shrug,.
Being the newest addition to the group, Jannah hasn't
heard this term before and so just appears more confused.

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· Jun 26

#reylo #reylofic #reyloprompts

Film still from Star Wars: The Last Jedi. Close up of Daisy Ridley as Rey’s face, tears in her eyes

There is a glossy sheen of tears in her eyes.
"I'm pr-pregant.?
Joy, bright and warm as a sunburst through storm clouds explodes in
his heart.
He pulls her shaking body into his arms, tucking her tightly to his
chest.
"Shh, sweetheart," he runs a soothing hand up and down her spine.
"It's alright, my love," he croons. "There's no need to be scared, I'll be
right here with you through everything. You won't be alone."
Her greatest fear, being alone.
He feels the way she nods, her trembling slowly subsiding. "Okay.
Okay, yeah. We can do this."
She still sounds unconvinced, but she just needs some time. She'll get there.
"That's my girl."
"I just don't know how this happened," she mumbles into his shoulder. "I was so careful, I never missed a pill, I swear."
Ben hides his triumphant smile in her hair.
He knows exactly how this happened.

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· Jun 24

CW: violence #reylo #reylofic #reyloprompt

Film still of Domhnall Gleeson as General Armitage Hux in the Star Wars sequel trilogy. It shows him in a black uniform, face scrunched up in disgust

When she began her Sith training, she did not anticipate how
much time would be spent in meetings. Had she known, she would have fought harder to stay on Jakku.
Resisting the impulse to fidget, she tunes out the droning of General Hux. He's is always in a snit about something. Letting her
mind wander, it turns- -as it usually does--to food. She hopes the cafeteria serves those little sweetmallow cakes at lunch. Not a
huge fan of the sour purple ones, the sweet yellow kind have
quickly become one of her most favourite things in the whole
galaxy. She always stuffs a few extra in her pockets for a post-
training snack.
Rey doesn't know why she's expected to endure these meetings,
it's not like she has anything useful to contribute. She chalks her
Master's reluctance to to let her out of his sight to paranoia. She
hasn't tried to steal the Silencer in weeks, for Maker's sake.
"We have reports of sightings of the rebel scum on Kahyyyk. Ren,
the Supreme Leader wants you to investigate," Hux's eyes cut to her, "Considering what happened on your last mission, it's best if you leave your little pet behind this time."
Her eyes roll. In the heat of her first battle, she only lightsabered
a couple of people she wasn't supposed to. Master Ren didn't even
reprimand her for it, so why Hux is so bent out of shape about it she doesn't understand.

A sneer pulls at the redhead's mouth. " The last thing we need is the sandrat going feral again."
Sandrat sandrat sandrat
Rage, bright and molten hot surges in her veins, driving her half out of her chair before she realizes she's moving, ready to climb across the table and claw his eyes out. She will show him feral.
A heavy, black gloved hand lands on her shoulder, pressing her
back into her chair. "Remember your training, little one."
Breathing deep, she allows his touch to ground her. Focuses
inward, lets the munificent darkness of the Force fill her up. It
murmurs in her mind, a loving friend, promising retribution on
anyone who stands against her.
Lifting her arm and curling her fingers, she mimics the gesture
she has watched her Master make a dozen times.
And thrills when Hux's body rises out his seat, hovering in the air, legs kicking as he clutches at his throat, pale face rapidly
turning red.
Thrills more at the sound of her Master's pleased chuckle. Even
through the crackle of the vocoder his voice is warm and
affectionate, "Good girl. Very good."

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· Jun 22

NSFW CW: professor/student #reylo #reylofic #reyloprompts

Black and white photograph of a young woman in a plaid skirt sitting on a man’s lap. Her hands are on his knees, his are around her waist. They are only shown from the waist down

"You've come up with an extremely ambitious project here, Rey."
Blinking slowly, she tries to focus on his words, and not the feeling of his cock splitting her open. "Thank you, professor," she warbles.
Then whimpers as he shifts, jostling her where she sits in his lap, back resting against his front, thighs splayed wide over his legs, somehow driving himself even deeper inside her dripping cunt.
"This will require extensive research."
She nods, head lolling against his shoulder. "If you - oh God - if you go to the end, you can see in the that I've already found a lot of materials,"
He scrolls down, humming to himself as he reads.
"This is a comprehensive preliminary bibliography.
Good job, baby."
Her reward is his thumb applying steady pressure to her clit.
Rey squirms and whines, high pitched and needy.
"Please, professor Solo, please fuck me, sir-"

A sharp smack to her bare thigh cuts her off. "Hush, sweetling, I'm still reading."
Panting, she does her best to quiet and still. The sooner he finishes, the sooner he'll fuck her brains out.
Eons pass before he makes his final pronouncement.
"It's a strong proposal. Your thesis is well thought out, the area of inquiry is very relevant to current trends within the field. Excellent work, pretty girl," he presses a sucking kiss to her throat. "Of course, I'll have to supervise you closely. We'll have to meet often to make sure you stay on the right track. But that is for later, right now I think you deserve a treat, don't you?"
"Yes--yes, please sir," she begs unashamedly.
Massive hands spanning her waist, he lifts her limp body like a rag doll until only the head of his cock remains inside. Then he slams her back down, raising his hips to fill her to the brim.
"There we go," professor Solo coos, nipping at her ear.
"Going to give my favourite little scholar the sweet little orgasm she's earned for being such a clever girl."

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· Jun 19

#reylo #reylofic #reyloprompts

She stands in front of him, tongue tucked into the corner of her mouth as she adjusts the knot in his tie.
Satisfied with her work, Rey steps away, scanning him up and down.
"Am I suitably presentable?" he queries, one eyebrow raised.
"Nearly," she goes up on tip toes and -
And runs delicate little fingers through his hair.
Every nerve ending in his body lights up like a
Christmas tree with the heavenly feel of her gentle strokes against his scalp. Kylo clenches his hands at his sides to keep from reaching out for her in return.
"There," she drop back down to her heels, and he has to stifle an embarrassing whimper at the loss of her touch.
"Perfectly fluffy. Now you're ready to present to the Board," she grins up at him.
Reflexively, he raises a hand to his dark locks "Fluff-my hair is not fluffy."
"Of course it's not," she lies.

Huffing through his nose like a bull, he argues, "It has volume, but it is not fluffy."
"My mistake, sir. Your hair now has perfect volume to present to the Board."
"I'm putting out an ad for a new assistant tomorrow," he grumbles.
She hands him his iPad, beautiful green eyes alight with suppressed mirth. "I believe you, sir. Good luck in there. I know you'll knock 'em dead."
He sighs resignedly, even as his chest warms at her praise. "Thank you, Miss Nima."

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· Jun 15

His denial makes her huffy, she hates not knowing things. "Just for that, you get the iodine."
He hold perfectly still while Rey dabs the vermillion liquid over
his wounds, the sharp sting barely registering compared to the feel of her skin against his.
Kylo is entirely unprepared for his little assistant to bend over his
hands and blow a soft stream of air across his knuckles. The
sensation sends pleasure coursing through him, making his
whole body shudder.
Of course Rey notices, peeking up at him through her lashes, "Are
you okay?"
His not. He is not okay at all. He is, in fact, so aroused his vision is going white at the edges. "I'm fine," he husks. "Keep going."
"Honestly, I thought you'd be tougher," she sasses, winding gauze around his hand. "Big guy can deal out punches but can't handle a little antiseptic.
Oh no, oh dear, if she keeps calling him big with that impish
expression he's going to come in his pants, and that has to be an
HR violation.
"It startled me, is all. The punches were expected."
"You're ridiculous," medical tape applied to the ends of the gauze,
she lets go if him and sits back.

It takes everything in him not to snatch her hands back, maybe
use the grip to pull her into his lap. He just knows she'd fit
perfectly, curled soft and sweet. He could even slip his fingers
beneath that accursed pencil skirt, make her writhe with the rough friction of gauze against her sensitive clit -
"Anything else need patching up?" her eyes run over him,
coloured with concern.
"No," he croaks, throat dry. "I'm all better, thanks to your nurse
maiding talents."
She hops off his desk, making for the door. "Well, if you're sure
you'll survive the night, I'lI head home?"
"It's late, I'll order a car for you," it bothers him endlessly that she insists on taking public transit when he has offered her a
dedicated company car for use whenever she wants.
Rey rolls her eyes, "Fine just this once."
He does not gloat about his victory, knowing she will change her
mind out of spite. "Good night, Miss Nima."
"Goodnight, sir," she graces him with a smile.
Kylo waits for the click of the door shutting behind her before
reaching for the buckle of his belt.

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· Jun 15

#reylo #reylofic #reyloprompts CW: mention of minor injury

Photograph of a man’s hand, his fingers and palm wrapped in white bandages

"This is so not in my job description," her tone is acerbic, but her
touch is gentle as she wipes a cotton pad soaked in saline solution over his raw, bruised knuckles.
She says this as if she is not the one who forced him into this
chair, clucking like a mother hen about these mildest of injuries.
"I'll be sure to increase your salary to compensate for the
increase in duties," he promises, completely serious.
"Oh. Well, that's okay then," she moves on to the process with his other hand. "You should still probably see a professional for this.
You might need stitches, and that is way outside my skill set."
"You make an excellent nurse, Miss Nima," he reassures.
Her face scrunches sceptically, "Remember you said that when you lose a finger to gangrene or something."
He chuckles lowly, unable to hold back his mirth, "I take full responsibility for any and all gangrene related losses."
Patting his hands dry with a cloth, she digs into the well stocked
first aid kit that sits next to where she's perched on the edge of his
desk. "Are you gonna tell me how you got these wounds?"
"No." Kylo will never allow the dark side of this business-of his life--to infect this walking beam of sunshine.

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· Jun 11

Ben's eyes widen, horrified, "Group - no. No, baby. You're going to come live with me. Permanently. My mom is
letting the cops know that we're taking you home right now," he tilts his chin towards the front gates where
Senator Organa-Solo is deep in conversation with a couple
of officers.
Her jaw drops. "Live with you?"
"Yeah, of course," he answers, brow furrowed like he's baffled by her surprise.
"Your parents really said yes having to another teenager in
their house?"
Ben scoffs, "They'd have be home for more than five minutes at a time to even notice you're there. Really, you'll be doing them a favour keeping me occupied and out of trouble.
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"You do require a lot of supervision," she teases weakly.
"And you're the only babysitter who can get me to behave," he banters back. Then his expression shifts, the smile he gives her is simultaneously fond and razor sharp. "Did you actually think I'd let you live with anybody else?"

Her quiet words break the sacred silence between them to
ask a question she already knows the answer to, "I didn't call you, so how did you know that Unkar was dead, Benji?"
Without speaking, he pushes up the sleeve of her (his) t-shirt, running his fingers feather-light over the hand-shaped bruise that circles her bicep. When he first saw it, it was vivid red, but now its faded to a sickly yellow-purple.
Ben tilts his face to meet her gaze. Still silent, he just stares into her eves and lets her see into the monstrous heart of
him--all bloody, gaping maw and night-shine eyes, eager to devour the world. To devour her.
If she was smart she would be terrified of what she sees in
those black eyes. If she had an ounce of self-preservation
she would run as far and fast as possible.
Instead she scotches closer, tangling their legs together and tucking her cheek on his shoulder, nose pressed to his neck. His arms close around her with the finality of a bear
trap snapping shut.
"Thank you," she sighs.
They can be monsters together.

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· Jun 11

#reylo #reylofic #reyloprompts CW: non-graphic violence

Upclose photograph of the top of a cop car, with red and blue lights and a black sign saying “police” in white lettering

The swirling lights paint the darkness red and blue.
She sits sideways in the passenger seat of the cop car,
dragging the toe of her worn sneaker back forth through the sand, trying to block out the commotion around her by focusing on her breathing.
The first officers on the scene questioned her, but she didn't have anything useful to tell them. By the time she found Unkar amidst a pool of blood, everything was already over, the killer long gone.
Biting back a sob, she wipes a traitorous tear from her cheek, leaving a smudge of engine grease behind. She. Will.
Not. Cry.
Maybe it makes her a monster, but she's upset for herself, not her foster father. There is nothing about him, as a person, that she will miss. But, nasty as he was, she knew how to deal with his awfulness. Could predict and mitigate it. Now, even that meagre stability has been stolen from her.
Her vision goes fuzzy as panic wraps its icy fingers around
her throat, choking the breath from her lungs.

Where will she go now? The placements for sixteen year olds are few and far between. If they can even find something, she'll almost certainly have to change schools, and leave her friends behind. They'll forget all about her and -
"Rey!" a familiar voice cuts through the cacophony in her
head.
Suddenly Ben Solo is in front of her, kneeling in the dirt at her feet. "Rey," he rumbles, large hands engulfing her own.
"Baby. Baby."
The calming touch of her best friend grounds her like nothing else could. "M okay," she sniffles.
"Of course you're not," he squeezes her fingers. "But you
will be once I get you out of here."
She wants nothing more than run away from this place and never look back but, "I have to wait for my social worker.
Hopefully he can find somewhere for me stay tonight." Her bottom lip wobbles. "Maybe one of the group homes has a space open."

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· Jun 9

#reylo #reylofic #reyloprompts

Black and white photograph of Carrie Fisher (left), Adam Driver (centre), and Harrison Ford (right). Driver is holding Fisher’s dog Gary.

He watches his wife cling to their son, the top of her head barely
reaching the centre of his chest.
"Bye, sweetheart," she says, reluctantly pulling away.
"Bye, Ma," Ben gives her a lopsided grin.
Han steps forward, clapping the dark haired young man on the
shoulder. "Thanks for coming, kid. Drive safe."
"I will. Thanks for the burgers," a sheepish glance is cast his way.
"They were even better than I remember."
Ignoring the way his heart pangs for all the years lost, Han puffs
out his chest, "Best burgers in all of Chandrila," he boasts.
"Whatever you say, old man."
Before he can object to the old accusation, Ben is already out the
front door, long legs carrying him swiftly across the driveway to his car. Some newfangled thing run by computers, Han notes
with disgust. Whatever happened to craftsmanship?
"Don't forget to call," Leia shouts as she closes the front door.
"That poor SOB has it bad," he says, wrapping an arm around his wife to guide once again to the back yard. He has a poker game to dominate. "Did you see the way he spent the whole party trailing after Rey like lovesick puppy?"

Not that he's upset. Just the opposite -he had hoped that the pair
would hit it off when he introduced them at the shop a few weeks
ago. He's grown very fond of Rey in the months since he hired her
as mechanic. He'd be more than happy to have her as a daughter-
in-law.
"Lando and I will have to sit the boy down and give him some
pointers before he scares her off with all that brooding intensity
he's got going on."
"Han," Leia's tone is full of the loving exasperation that appears
whenever he's being particularly obtuse.
"What?"
"Han, come on."
"What?"
"They disappeared into the house for at least half an hour and
when they reemerged his shirt was buttoned wrong and she had a hickey on her neck. I don't think our son needs your 'pointers,"
she informs him sardonically.
He considers this for a moment. "Huh. What do you know? The
bov has the Solo charm after all."

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· Jun 4

This is nothing more than a little game she plays when the walls of the Palpatine country estate seem like they're closing in. She spins the globe, letting her finger fall on a random location. Then she reads about that place in one of the endless encyclopedias that make their home in the library. It's a reminder that the world is vast, even though her life here often feels stiflingly constrained.
"Grandfather says traveling is too dangerous for ladies. He says... he says my place is at home," she only sounds a little bit sad.
"Hmmm, that must be very disappointing," he releases her hair, only to stroke his fingers softly back and forth along her collar bones, exposed by the scoop neckline of her shift, goosebumps erupting in his wake.
"Of course, Sheev won't always be making the decisions," he goes on, in a low and hypnotic croon. "One day soon, you'll have a husband. I am certain, if you ask very nicely, he will be more than amenable to taking you wherever you wish.
Wouldn't that be nice? In fact, I doubt he will be able deny a such a sweet girl anything her heart desires.

Rey trembles against him, breath coming out in little unsteady pants.
Plush lips brush her ear. "Spin the globe again, pretty thing. Who knows, maybe you will land on the perfect honeymoon destination."
She spins.

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· Jun 4

#reylo #reylofic #reyloprompts

Photograph of a large antique globe in an old library

The lacy hem of her nightgown whispers along the floor, bare feet making no sound on the aged hardwood.
Which is good, because grandfather would be very displeased if he knew she was out of bed while he's entertaining.
Her target is lit by the moonlight streaming in through the library's floor to ceiling windows.
She traces gently over the aged paper of the massive antique globe, the bumps of a mountain range slipping under finger with the revolving of the orb.
The rotation stutters to a stop just a solid wall of heat presses itself along her back.
"Svalbard," the deep voice comes from above her.
"Probably a tad cold this time of year."
"Planning a trip, little one?" Kylo twines one of the curls brushing her shoulder around his finger, tugging gently and sending pleasant tingles across her scalp.
"No," she denies.

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· Jun 1

Head falling back with a whimper, she rubs her suddenly slick thighs together, her pussy empty and aching.
She wants... she wants -
"Everybody out."
The Alpha Command echos through the silent room and her fuzzy brain, snapping Rey out of her reverie.
Without her permission her body shoots up from her desk so fast her chair falls over.
She's desperate to do anything that voice tells her to.
Not even bothering to gather her things, she takes a step towards the door, joinging the flow of her classmates scambling to follow the growled order.
"Not you, Miss Nima. You stay," Mr. Ren
intones.
Their gazes connect through the mass of teenagers swarming towards the exit.

Palms planted flat on his desk as he leans towards her, he regards her unblinkingly, eyes pitch black and nostrils flared.
Neither of them looks away when the door slams shut behind the last student with a bang.
With everyone gone, the wintery forest scent grows sharper, allowing her to pick up an undercurrent of wood smoke.
She blinks and he's standing in front of her, close enough that she can feel the warmth of his body.
She wants to climb him and cling to his torso like a kola on a tree branch. Alpha is so large and strong, he'd have no trouble supporting
her.
Rey shakes her head, trying to clear this delusional desire. "I-I think I should go see the nurse -"
"No, baby," he interrupts. "A nurse can't help you now. What you need a safe den and soft nest."

Oh yes. Yes, of course Mr. Ren is right--she needs to construct a nest of soft blankets and plush pillows they can burrow into. Show him that she's a good omega by making a dark, quiet place where he can pin her down and fuck her over and over, until the terrible ache deep inside inside goes away.
"My pretty girl needs an Alpha to take care of her," reaching up, he cups her cheek and she nuzzles into it mindlessly. "To tie her up on a thick knot and fill her up with come."
The smile he gives her is all sharp, flashing teeth.
"You need me, little one."
Gripping his wrist so he can't remove his soothing touch, it doesn't even occur to her to do anything except sumbit. "Yes," she whimpers. "Please, Alpha."

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· Jun 1

#reylo #reylofic #reyloprompts CW: A/B/O, student/teacher

Photograph of Adam Driver, dressed in a dark suit and white shirt, sitting at a table with a coffee mug and glass of water in front of him, with a serious experssion on his face

She can feel her pulse beating behind her eyes.
Everything is too much, from the overhead fluorescent lights to the ticking of the clock hanging above the door. The sensory overload is threatening to drive her mad.
The equations waver and rearrange themselves on the page. Why do they have the heat cranked up in May? Rey tugs at the starched collar of her button up shirt in a futile attempt to cool off, fighting the urge to strip out of the stupid uniform entirely. The rough fabric has been abrading her unusually tender skin all morning.
She takes in a deep breath, attempting to refocus on the exam she could usually ace in her sleep, but the equations waver and rearrange themselves on the page.
And immediately regrets it as her lungs are filled with the scent of cedar and fresh fallen snow, her already muddled thoughts evaporating altogether. Unconsiously, her jaw drops open, taking in heaving breaths that let the delicious smell curl over the roof her mouth.

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· May 29

#reylo #reylofic #reyloprompts

Photograph of young Daisy Ridley, sitting in a classroom, wearing a school uniform

He watches her inconspicuously from the corner of his eye.
Head thrown back, face lit up with carefree happiness, she's laughing so loudly at whatever Co Connix is saying
the librarian shushes her.
Rey claps her hand over her mouth, body shaking with silent giggles.
She is incandescent.
Ben can't contain his sigh.
"What's wrong with Solo's face?"
God, Hux is such a dick.
"He's pining for Rey," Poe pipes up from beside him.
Poe is also a dick.
"M not," Ben mumbles, unconvincing even to himself.
"Our boy is pining," Poe throws his arm across Ben's shoulders. "Craving, longing, yearning after the lovely lady."
"Keep your voice down," Ben hisses, casting a panicked glance at Rey. "She'll hear you."

"For fuck's sake, just go talk to her," Phas rolls her eyes, disgusted as always by any display of human emotion.
"Historically, she doesn't like it when I do that." The last time he tried to have a conversation with her, she threw a
copy of Pride and Prejudice at his head. Not even a paperback, she lobbed a full-on hardcover at him.
It was awesome.
Phas snorts, and turns back to her laptop. "Pathetic."
He can't exactly argue with her there.
Opening his own Macbook, he casts one last look her way.
And finds her eyes already on him.
Oh.
Her face scrunches in an adorable scowl, but he can't help but notice the flush that stains her freckled cheeks.
Oh.
Maybe... maybe he'll sit beside her in History this
afternoon.
What's the worst she could do?

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· May 28

She has tried to protest, arguing that she doesn't need anything from him. All she gets is a kiss to shut her up and a "hush, baby, let me dote on you," in return.
This is the first gift she's bought for him, though. It's not that she hasn't wanted to get him anything. She wants him to know that she thinks about him all the time. That she is
as deep into this as he is. It's just, she's never had anyone to buy presents for before, and thought of doing it wrong has been paralyzing.
As soon as she saw the shiny gold in the antique store's glass jewelry case, she knew that she found the perfect thing.
However, now that she's standing in front of him, the nerves are back with a vengeance.
Chewing on her lip, she observes as Kylo flicks open the tiny brass clasp.
"Cufflinks," he murmurs.
Kylo doesn't know it, but Rey loves the mornings she get to
lie tangled in his sheets watching him get dressed for work.
She pretends to still be asleep, peeking at him through her lashes as he selects a crisply pressed shirt and bespoke suit
from the closet that is larger than her entire apartment.

He always finishes off his accessorizing with a pair of cuff links, standing with his hands on his hips, selecting from his vast collection with the seriousness of one solving the mysteries of the universe. Once he's made his selection, she
gets the pleasure of watching his long, dexterous fingers attach them to his sleeves.
The only thing she loves more is when he gets home in the evening so desperate to be inside her that he can't be
bothered to take them off, letting his unbuttoned shirt pool
around his wrists as he fucks her against the nearest flat
surface.
"They're not designer or anything," she rushes to explain.
"Not nearly as fancy as the ones you usually wear. I - I just saw them an thought of you because they're shaped like suns and -"
"And you're my sunshine," he finishes her rambling for her.
It's his pet name for her when he's got her pinned beneath him in his bed, because, according to him, of her blinding
beauty and scorching hot cunt.
He's staring at them with an expression she can't read.
"I won't be upset if you don't want to wear them," she
whispers.

And finds herself swept off her feet and deposited
unceremoniously on the cool granite of the kitchen island.
"Not wear them?" he cages her in, hands planted on either side of her, hips forced between her spread legs. "Not wear them? They're the only cuff links I'm going to wear for the rest of my life."
"Kylo," she warns, biting back a grin.
"I mean it. I'm going to get rid of every other pair I own tomorrow."
she shakes her head at him. "You're ridiculous."
"I'm besotted," he counters.
Dropping to his knees, Kylo lifts the hem of her skirt, pressing a series of kisses up the inside of her thigh. "Let me show you just how much I love my present, sunshine."

Chrissi 🍉@shesaidsarcasticly· May 28

#reylo #reylofic #reyloprompts

Photograph of a man’s wrist and hand, his white shirt sleeve held closed by a gold sun-shaped cufflink

She lets herself into his place with the key he insisted that
she have.
He's in the kitchen, contemplating the takeout menu in his hand with a thoughtful frown that turns into a pleased grin when he notices her.
Immediately Kylo closes the distance between them, wrapping her up in his arms. "Baby," he sighs happily into her hair.
"Hi," she nuzzles into his shoulder.
"How was your girl's day with Rose? Did you have fun?"
"Yeah, we did," she pauses, gathering her courage. "I got you something."
He pulls back enough to look at her face, but doesn't release her from his embrace. "A present? For me?"
Throat tight, she just nods, reaching into the pocket of her cardigan and pulling out a navy velvet box.
In their brief time together, Kylo has taken great pleasure in showering her with gifts, ranging from treats made by her favourite bakery to a weekend away at a lakeside
cottage.

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