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One he makes no regrets

They tried limiting their contact, putting up very firm boundaries, and they were both miserable and unwell. He’d do anything not to live like that any longer

He is too delicious to resist! It really is best for everyone!

Was he really doing anything more valuable with his life that couldn’t be sacrificed for her? He doesn’t think so

Luckily, Rey is there for that!!

He really is though

Umm. 😅

As she drinks deep, the volume of blood she takes so considerable she drives him to the edge of consciousness, he feels his vision dim.

Surrendering to the bliss and her will, he knows, as she knows, they can no longer live with being separated.

As his body falls limp, he races towards his fate.
—

It’s a dangerous game they play, it will only end in disaster, but when she whispers, teeth again at his throat, that she can’t go without him anymore, he can’t care of consequences.

They won’t be seen at the club any longer, he knows. They’ve gone beyond being able to be constrained in that way.
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Body sweating—cock hard and aching—he longs for her. He can’t but wonder if she misses the days she’d granted him pleasure even while taking hers in turn.

Misses his mouth on her as he misses her scent on his sheets.

When there’s a scratching at his window in the night, he smiles letting her in.
+

Though he knows he’ll be disappointed, he opens his phone’s app but finds not message waiting there.

She holds firm these days to refusing him that solace, only comes to him each Tuesday night at the club. He supposes it better, given their history.

Still, he wakes in the night, calling for her.
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A long, soft cashmere scarf of black wound around his throat to protect it and hide the small wounds it bears, Ben Solo walks into the winter night. Coat undone, he doesn’t feel cold—a drop of his Mistress’s venom still surges in his veins.

An hour later, the delicious delirium will yet linger.
+

Later, as he stumbles from the private room of this discreet, exclusive establishment catering to the Undead and those in thrall to them, the familiar faces he passes avert their eyes as he does his. They see each other with some regularity.

So long as the fees as paid, they’ll continue to do so.
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There is no time, there is no place, there is no past or present or future, there’s only her—taking as she pleases, drinking deep, rocking against him as his moans and the sound of her lips on his skin fill the air.

When, sated, she rises from his lap, helpless, weak, he can only watch her leave.
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Nuzzling into his neck to breathe deep, she licks a stripe up all the way to the hollow behind his ear and then back.

Smirks as he groans.

Teasing, she barely lets her teeth graze. He doesn’t see them flash, barely feels the razor-sharp tips sink in.

As she drinks, the ecstasy is indescribable.
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#Reylo

As she settles onto his lap—her chest to his chest, legs wrapping around his waist—he finds her weight negligible.

Enthralled, he feels the blood rush through him faster, hotter. Hands finding her hips, his breath shallows as she rocks.

His collar is undone, spread wide, his throat bare.
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“I’m big, think of all the blood my veins hold.”

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“This changes nothing,” he snarled through kiss-bitten lips.

“It doesn’t,” she agreed. “It’s always been you.”

⚔️🌩️

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Revised and expanded:
archiveofourown.org/works/295434...

*yanks off his shirt dramatically*

⭐ prompt 450 — KINK

“It’s a sacrifice, but I want to be there for you…”

a man in a suit and tie is sitting at a table with a can of soda and says yes very sad anyway .. Alt: a man in a suit and tie is sitting at a table with a can of soda and says yes very sad anyway ..

Ben:

tumblr post: trey (username redacted): driving for door dash is usually pretty boring until something like this comes thru 😭 screenshot of delivery instructions for chipotle: when you get to my stoop press 5B on the buzzer and WAIT FOR ME to come down. if there’s a big dude sitting on the steps claiming the food is his, do not believe him. that’s larry. please look him dead in the eye and say “fuck you, larry.” he has successfully hijacked my dinner on two separate occasions and i refuse to let him feast on my dime a third time. protect the bag at all costs. i’ll tip extra.

reylo: rey is larry, ben is absolutely 5B, and the burrito bowl is going to see things it wasn’t designed to see

He is STRUGGLING 🤣

it's running through our veins - Chapter 12 - DhampirsDrinkEspresso - Star Wars Sequel Trilogy [Archive of Our Own] An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

As one cannot give me a picture of Daisy looking gorgeous and a picture of Phillip Altman and expect me NOT to find a way to make it AltFran...

The Edge of Licorice
a short omegaverse reylo and altfran ficlet
archiveofourown.org/works/696159...

(now to make it vampire Fran and werewolf Phillip...)

a cartoon cat wearing goggles is peeking out from behind a wall Alt: a cartoon cat wearing goggles is peeking out from behind a wall and inflicting deep scratches

Ben, who definitely does not want Rey’s teeth in his throat :

Love this by @anniewu.bsky.social ❣️😍 #Reylo #TheLastJedi #StarWars