Blinking at the stranger from the waiting room, Rey swallowed hard. She didn’t like the fact that he was speaking to her. It made the moment too real. She didn’t want to miss him when she woke up.
“Shhh…don’t talk,” Rey muttered, crawling her nude body over his.
Lifting a dark brow, Kylo eyed her with a surprised look on his face. Apparently, she was feeling much better than he thought she would.
“Don’t talk…?”
Shaking her dizzy head, Rey pushed away the plush comforter and straddled the man’s sharp hips. It really didn’t matter that she wasn’t completely aroused, her dream lovers always found a way to take her from zero to ecstasy in no time.
“Shhh…shut up…just lie there and let me ride you,” Rey ordered.
Taken aback by her boldness, Kylo huffed in a mixture of excitement and disbelief. He couldn’t remember the last time she had taken the reins. He liked it. A lot.
His day was off to a good start for sure.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he replied, relaxing his head back upon the pillow.
Ready for more? Click HERE to read Chapter 2 of Nyx by CoraRiley
Rey Palpatine has been plagued by chronic insomnia, vivid night terrors, and sleepwalking episodes for the majority of her adult life. After experiencing something that shakes her to her core, she knows she needs to get to the root of her problem. Finally heeding her Doctor’s suggestion, she follows through with an ordered Sleep Study. Taking something to calm her nerves and aid her sleep, she finds herself waking up next to a familiar stranger that calls her his wife. What’s the harm in indulging in the erotic fantasy, she wonders? After all, it’s just a dream…right?
Curious for more? Click HERE to read the first chapter of the new fanfic by CoraRiley, Nyx.
Everyone, let me just tell you this story is going to be hot!
Have some dark explicit reylo for Christmas, everyone!
Rey Palpatine has been plagued by chronic insomnia, vivid night terrors, and sleepwalking episodes for the majority of her adult life. After experiencing something that shakes her to her core, she knows she needs to get to the root of her problem. Finally heeding her Doctor’s suggestion, she follows through with an ordered Sleep Study. Taking something to calm her nerves and aid her sleep, she finds herself waking up next to a familiar stranger that calls her his wife. What’s the harm in indulging in the erotic fantasy, she wonders? After all, it’s just a dream…right?
Curious for more? Click HERE to read the first chapter of the new fanfic by CoraRiley, Nyx.
Everyone, let me just tell you this story is going to be hot!
Lucasfilm: Are you ready for the BEST of motherFUCKING DARKSIDE?????? He’s six feet of RAWMUSCLEand his hobbies include SMASHING things with a RED, EDGYLIGHTSABERand being a generally TERRIFYING MONSTER
At first, I thought this was saying that all the fandom wanted was a baby from Kylo Ren, and I was like ??? But then I was like ohhhh….. but also…reylo baby ❤️
I keep thinking about how SW treats “jedi” as the ultimate power for good. Rey has to be a jedi, Leia had to be a jedi, and Finn has to be force sensitive so that he can eventually become a jedi. “Gray” characters like Han can have a shady past, but the narrative uses this to signal to the audience that they wouldn’t ever make him a jedi. We never expect Han to be able to use the force. Same with Poe, to some extent.
Idk about you, but idolizing of the Jedi kinda makes me side-eye. The idea that only truly good and blameless people - whose faults are not even their own but passed down by family - can use an ultimate force for good…I don’t know. I’m probably reading too much into it. But I think that’s why I liked Kylo/Ben’s character and Rey Nobody. Because they both challenged that notion in their own way.
I know we’ve recommended books to each other that give off reylo vibes, and I just wanted to alert you to one that’s coming out next year. It’s called LAKESEDGE and the author said she loves reylo. I listened to her read a passage from it on her IG story, and it definitely has Rey/Kylo feels going on!
If you want to check it out, here’s her profile on IG
Tagging@lordsofthesithpodcast because I know you guys have discussed books in your podcast!
An exploration of Rey’s unseen grief over Ben’s death at the end of TROS.
(feat. Force Ghost Ben and a happy ending.)
preview:
The moment he is gone she forgets how to grieve.
The first and only thing she feels is pain, sharp and unyielding, like she has been run through by a lightsaber right in the soft spot at the base of her neck.
The pain fades quickly and is replaced instead by a hollowness that spreads from the centre of her chest outwards; an implacable coldness that consumes her quickly. She feels her face ease from its tormented grimace into something that might have almost been considered serene if it didn’t feel so much like a brumal death from within. She exhales softly, a light breath released from lips that have gone numb.
Her hands dazedly pat the soft material of his tunic, still warm from his body, as though she has somehow just missed him. As though she’ll still make contact with a solid form underneath and within.
Instead, all she encounters is the scrabbled ground beneath the fabric. There is no warm, breathing, living man within. It is now just an overlay for the hard unyielding rock below.
Had it truly been just moments before that she had held him in her arms, legs spread across his, their chests touching?
Was it really only seconds prior where their lips had met, held and captured, his mouth moving against her own? The feel of his fevered breath expelling from his nose and hitting her cheek as they desperately, awkwardly tasted each other for the first time? His arms hefting her, holding her, crushing her to him?
Had it even really happened?
For a moment she wonders if maybe she is dead again.
Maybe she is still dead.
Maybe she was always dead?
The feeling is the same, after all. The feeling of being trapped in that horrid liminal space where she had screamed and screamed in isolated terror, her voice singular amongst the endless stars; that inky blackness symbolizing a blank eternity.
Her throat feels raw, raw like she is still screaming although her face does not move aside from the slow descent of her eyelids, blink after painful blink.
Her breath comes out in short bursts as she scrambles up on shaky legs. At the last second she reaches down and grasps the shirt still on the ground, crumpling it up and sticking it under her arm. Her feet feel like leaden weights, knees wobbling, the coldness in her chest beginning to feel like an icy burn.
