Loose paints – inspired by a tweet I saw on twitter about Kylo visiting Reys old home but I couldn’t find it again aaaah otherwise I would have linked here!! I really am inlove with the little pot of dried flowers that Rey had in her AT-AT in TFA. It’s such a cute little detail, i’m sure Ben would get all emotional about
In TLJ, the first scene between Kylo and Snoke emphasizes that Snoke only values Kylo for his heritage, not for who he is
The final scene between Kylo and Rey emphasizes that Kylo values Rey for who she is, not her heritage
Kylo may have said it in the most assbackwards Mr-Darcy-level-idiotic way possible, but don’t you dare tell me that was him trying to manipulate or abuse her. That boy has been told for years that he wouldn’t matter if not for his grandfather, and now, in front of his abuser’s dead body, he’s affirming that someone else matters to him in a way he never mattered to his abuser.
Call Out My Name | | a Modern amalgamation AU by @poethrotsvitha and yours truly
The anticipation tripled in her stomach as it turned, clenching as heat pooled between her legs and she raised her fingers to start undoing the buttons of her shirt one by one. Slowly, slowly, she popped them open, teasing enough that Kylo’s gaze rose from the clear outline of her breasts to meet her eyes.
His voice was husky when he did finally speak: “did you forgo a bra all day?”
She arched a brow. “You mean you couldn’t see how my nipples hardened whenever you looked at me during the lecture about … what battle was it? The Battle of the Bulge?”
Kylo choked on air, eyes wide, as Rey just grinned and let the shirt open to show her pert breasts, still slick with rain water, the green and grey tie of First Opportunity Preparatory High School falling just between them. It was easy to be confident when he looked at her that way, like she was a meal that he couldn’t wait to devour. No one had ever looked at her with that much wonder.
Kylo’s pupils dilated further and his ears burned to see she hadn’t bothered with undergarments of any sort.
“You couldn’t smell how wet I was for you when you came to look at my homework?” she asked, her voice pitching lower, as if out of instinct. As if she was already so practiced at this, at flipping the script and coming onto him, that her body knew what to do before her brain could ever think. Slowly, never losing eye contact, she pulled him closer, pressing his fingers between her legs to where she was aching, letting him feel the wetness that had nothing to do with the rain she’d all but drowned in. “What do you think about this, Mr. Ren?” she asked in a voice that she hardly recognized as her own, drinking in how he sucked in a long and slow breath through his teeth.
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OR! Rey likes to get dicked by her History Teacher, Kylo, who’s hot as hell.
“As I was developing the story, I wanted to tap into some different things with the Force. And I knew that I needed Rey and Kylo to talk during the course of the film. I knew that I wanted to develop a relationship between them. And so that’s where the notion of the force connections came up.” – Rian Johnson
She knew only what she feared and what she feared was the truth of the voice from her dreams, the dream that had haunted her since the day her parents had abandoned her on Jakku
“Stay here, I’ll come back for you sweetheart, I promise.”
That was not the voice of her mother or her father as she had long convinced herself. The voice… was her own.
She had imagined that voice and repeated those words over and over as a child and eventually it became part of her reality.. even her dreams. They had helped her fall asleep on a hungry stomach and pushed her to persevere when the future seemed bleak.
When the years went by and her parents never returned to take her back, she never gave up the hope that someday soon they would and the nightmare of her youth would be over.
It was a false hope. Was that what Luke had tried to prompt her to confess in the library? The truth she had locked in her heart and had never let herself admit? The truth that her parents were not hard-working space merchants, trying to scrape enough for a better life for their family.
Reylo Source 