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peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
a late #ReyloSSS entry with a little Kylo Ben POV study for a modern au, simply to help me figure out some of what's going on in *his* head.
He wants her. He wants her touch, her moans, the taste of her arousal in his mouth like the sweetest medicine. He wants to make her gasp, and curse, and scream his name, and feel good, good, good. All the work he devotes himself to, all day every day, doesn’t feel like it matters in the same way as making her happy, loosening that ever-present tension in her shoulders. Doing real good in the world would be making Rey Niima languid and relaxed and utterly replete. He wants her so fucking badly that he’s afraid he’ll shatter if she touches him.
November 17, 2025 at 6:45 AM
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dyadicpixie.bsky.social
Sneak peek of the next chapter of
‘where poison trees bloom’

Lord Solo, very patiently, very filthily reassuring Rey she’s still his good girl (NSFW) 🤭 #ReyloSSS (srry i know this is more than six sentences)
November 16, 2025 at 9:41 PM
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merissac.bsky.social
Chapter 4 of Identity Crisis sneak peek! Posting Wednesday!!! Can “Matt” keep a straight face through an awkward conversation with Poe?🫢 #reylosss #reylofic

Or if you want to get all caught up. archiveofourown.org/works/734593...

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November 16, 2025 at 4:31 PM
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echofarandfaint.bsky.social
I got commissioned to write an enemies-to-lovers arranged marriage to raise money for Palestinian children and may I introduce one of the silliest things I’ve written thus far:

Roman Legion commander Ben(edictus) who is very reluctantly participating in the invasion of Britain.

#reylosss
Not once, since he’d arrived in the barbaric country had any of the British servants referred to him with the correct honorifics. Much of the wine they’d carried from Rome in the bellies of their ships had gone rancid. His soldiers were afflicted by colds, flus and stomach bugs. The tents in their camps could not withstand the icy winter rain. And worst of all, Snocinous, having ordered Benedictus away from his villa and his soft bed and the beseeching meretrices of the Palatium, seemed determined to keep him. So determined, in fact, that he had found Benedictus a British wife.
November 16, 2025 at 3:09 PM
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ssadghostt.bsky.social
they’re not great at the whole drunk sexting thing but they’re trying their best!!!
this is from a new fic I’m going to start posting TOMORROW! I hope you’ll check it out ☺️ #reylosss #reylofic
November 16, 2025 at 3:44 PM
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ohmyfandoms31.bsky.social
From my next chapter of my new fic. Ben has a memory of happier times.

I love this dialogue between them so much.
“I have food,” he huffed. “Lies,“ she shot him a glare over her shoulder, already rooting through the cabinets. “You have ingredients. That doesn’t count as food.” “I use them to make dinner. Dinner I shared with you.” He raised an eyebrow. “That wasn’t food?” “Yeah, but that was then. What about now?” She yanked open another door, squinting at a dusty box on the shelf. “Oh my God, Ben. Is this oatmeal? What are you, a 70 year old man?”
November 16, 2025 at 1:37 PM
reylosss.bsky.social
Hello and happy #ReyloSSS! Are we all ready to write something fun?
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November 16, 2025 at 1:17 PM
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thedinkumreylo.bsky.social
Yes, Rey. Yes he is, isn’t he
#Reylosss
November 16, 2025 at 4:31 AM
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candle-larkspur.bsky.social
Here’s a little bit of goodness to get you through the chaos of real life. For context, see Ch. 6 of That Trinket of Mine 😉 archiveofourown.org/works/639463... #reylosss
He kisses her, and it's not a bit gentle. It's gratitude and pride and happiness and excitement. It's love. Always love. "Thank you," he whispers against her lips. Her smile is still shy, but it's sweet, too. "Pretty sure I'm supposed to say that." "I've been wanting to do that for a while now. You've done it so many times to me; I wanted to tip the scales."
November 10, 2025 at 4:18 AM
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ohmyfandoms31.bsky.social
From my flash fic I'm going to try and post this week if I can figure out the ending.

#reylosss
November 10, 2025 at 2:48 AM
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aaveena.bsky.social
The boy is big and sweet but... #reylosss
November 10, 2025 at 12:43 AM
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peculiargalaxies.bsky.social
another preview of my smuggler!Ben fic for the TFA anniversary! I do so love to put this man in Situations™. #ReyloSSS
Ben loads a biography of Senator Ivor Drake onto his datapad and goes to make a cup of caf in the galley. It’s fine. It’s all fine. It’s not like he’s reached a state of frustration in which a mere glance at Rey’s hands firmly gripping his old lightsaber hilt is enough to make him fully hard in the middle of a kriffing training session and send half a dozen lewd fantasies tumbling through his mind before he can even attempt to refocus. Just … mostly hard. Only one or two fantasies. It’s fine. He’s just taking the first sip of his freshly brewed caf when the humming of the handy six-in-one kitchen appliance unit abruptly goes silent and Rey appears on the table in the dining nook—face flushed, eyes closed, and one hand shoved down her leggings. He chokes, splutters, and spills hot caf down the front of his tunic.
November 9, 2025 at 10:16 PM
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merissac.bsky.social
Cha- Cha- Changes *David Bowie voice*

Just a little preview for chapter 3 of Identity Crisis, posting Wednesday! #reylosss #reylofic #thehuntforbensolo

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November 9, 2025 at 5:03 PM
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jenofthemidwest.bsky.social
A peek at the next chapter of breadcrumbs
November 9, 2025 at 4:05 PM
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ssadghostt.bsky.social
Bossy is one way to describe him 👀 can’t wait to start posting this fic soonnnn #reylosss #reylofic
November 9, 2025 at 3:06 PM
reylosss.bsky.social
Big stretch and good morning! Happy #ReyloSSS!
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November 9, 2025 at 1:24 PM
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thetenderest.bsky.social
a little bite of what's next in Lover, Lover, Lover <3

Chapter One here: archiveofourown.org/works/732485...
November 3, 2025 at 5:21 AM
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tillywizard.bsky.social
#reylosss

today’s Vision is turning out to be a fun one
Thud! Rey nearly toppled backwards, as the foot of her staff bounced uselessly off the pile of bones. She gritted her teeth, biting back groan of frustration, barely remembering just in time to preserve the silence of the ritual. A deep, mocking voice shivered through her. You'll have to try harder than that, sweetheart. The sanctity of silence didn't apply to the dead, apparently. She slammed her staff down again, tried to stifle the revulsion that crawled up her spine. From the corner of her eye, she saw a flicker of green. Luke? What was he doing here? Don't interfere, she warned him. If 1 mess this up, they still might kill me. If you'd killed this bastard in the first place, maybe none of this would've happened in the first place! • • • She closed her eyes. Breathed in deep and filled her lungs with the reek of bone-dust and decay. Reached out and wove her own life-force into the web of shadow-no, the Rune, of course, she could see the shape of it now-til she felt her heart beat in time with the rhythm of the splintering blows of blade and club and axe around her, in time with the wingbeats of the hungry spirits that
November 3, 2025 at 2:46 AM
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tillywizard.bsky.social
#reylosss
She closed her eyes. Breathed in deep and filled her lungs with the reek of bone-dust and decay. Reached out and wove her own life-force into the web of shadow-no, the Rune, of course, she could see the shape of it now-til she felt her heart beat in time with the rhythm of the splintering blows of blade and club and axe around her, in time with the wingbeats of the hungry spirits that circled above. She reached down, down into the icy black pit, reached through the deepest core of herself, and beyond, into the darkness that was inside Ben Solo, that was Kylo Ren, gripped the churning roiling mass of thought and memory and emotion she felt there, and pulled.
November 3, 2025 at 2:46 AM
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jenofthemidwest.bsky.social
Clydephee wrestling based off that manip by @kyloremus.bsky.social

What if Phee's a porn star, doing those wrestling videos where the loser gets fucked? What if Clyde's the one that's supposed to train her.

Cw// for some CNC elements
You’re a good actress, I’ll give you that, but if you really wanted to get away you would,” he rumbles as he slots his cock between her thighs. The head pushes between her shorts and her bare skin, no doubt slicking in her arousal and rubbing over her clit. Clyde grunts, pulls back just enough before lining up and sinking home. Phee hisses at the first stretch but his cock is as thick and heavy as the rest of him and it feels good. “Fuck.” “Not very lady like,” Clyde chides as he grinds against her. He rips at her pants some more exposing the bare skin of her ass. He fists the fabric, using it for leverage as he begins to rock his hips. “Now, like I told you. Don’t act like you like it. Get mad,” he tells her. “You come on this cock I’m not gonna let you stop coming, you here me?”
November 2, 2025 at 10:29 PM
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arcnlumi.bsky.social
I wasn’t able to finish this chapter of A Tribute for A Dragon fast enough for the #reyloween Small Town Witch prompt, but chapter 3 of my dragon story is out in time for reylosss

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November 2, 2025 at 10:12 PM
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geebeeoq.bsky.social
Aisle Twelve Ben and Rey begin the adventure of "how to date while Ben is parenting a teenager, meanwhile his girlfriend is also his daughter's friend"

Hopefully I'll have this one up soon!
November 2, 2025 at 6:02 PM
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hissterically.bsky.social
The morning after gets interrupted 🤭
#ReyloSSS
November 2, 2025 at 5:52 PM
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rainydaychai.bsky.social
sneaking in a preview of the aftermath before you find out how they got there tomorrow 🗡️👀

chapters 1-21 of moral ascendancy here!

#reyloSSS #reylofic
Kylo Ben's naked chest from the TLJ force bond scene, in black and white. that's it. “Does it hurt?” he asks. “Not really.” “Good.” Kylo steps away, putting a safe distance between them again. He clears his throat. “Visit the medbay when we return to the Steadfast and follow their directions. Don’t strain yourself until it’s healed.” Disbelief lifts her brows. “Great advice. I know of others who could use it.” She swears she hears him stifle that dry, throaty sound as he turns, back to her, and begins to undress. His dusty tunic, belt, and undershirt are draped over the end of the interrogation device, his saber’s hilt clinking on the metal. He clearly expects her to go. But Rey is rooted in place by his desert-wide shoulders, speckled with their secret pattern of beauty marks and scarring—and the fresh bruising that blooms an angry purple above his abdominal bandages.
November 2, 2025 at 5:26 PM
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aviendha69.bsky.social
Kylo as Rey's prisoner. #ReyloSSS
Rey’s eyes, later, stealing the Dark from him, stealing his breath away. Such beauty! Such Power! She’d smote him then. Totally unprepared for her attack: fierce, threatening his life, but more than that: igniting his soul. Like a candle in the dark. More than a candle. And here she was, washing his armpits, when he should be worshipping at her knees. His heart beat wildly and she stopped and frowned. “Stop that,” she told him. “What?” Could she hear him? Was the bond still active? He knew it was, he could feel the root where it started in his chest, but it was still pinched off by the cuffs. Like an artery. “Whatever you’re doing. Stop it.” He was about to retort, but held silent. Whatever he was ‘doing’, it was getting to her. She got up to wash his hands, and the soapy water made his scrapes sting and burn… but was no distraction from staring at her crotch, inches away from his face. Tight leggings, revealing the lines of her basics. Her damn scarf swung in front of her mons, hiding its shape from him. He wondered what it would taste like. “Stop it.” What? Oh. Oh.
November 2, 2025 at 4:05 PM