She's tiny, this little lost one, unbalanced on her feet and unsure, and the lack of pack shows, her soft chestnut fur ungroomed and unkempt.
When she throws her head back to howl, though, he sees the power she'll grow into and he's entranced.
Unbalanced, she falls; he's there to catch her.
She's tiny, this little lost one, unbalanced on her feet and unsure, and the lack of pack shows, her soft chestnut fur ungroomed and unkempt.
When she throws her head back to howl, though, he sees the power she'll grow into and he's entranced.
Unbalanced, she falls; he's there to catch her.
“It’s a podcast, not a pod. And yes.” She flushes red.
“Isn’t that guy, like, a incel weirdo?”
“I know…l Rey sighs, fiddling with a paper clip. “I just…like his voice.”
(Yes, he says horrible shit - but maybe she can fix him)
“It’s a podcast, not a pod. And yes.” She flushes red.
“Isn’t that guy, like, a incel weirdo?”
“I know…l Rey sighs, fiddling with a paper clip. “I just…like his voice.”
(Yes, he says horrible shit - but maybe she can fix him)
"Your father knows what's best, dear," Ben's mother tells him with a calm smile; managing to hold it together, he nods, leaves.
Running into school, dragging Rey from homeroom, he begs her help.
"I believe you, Rey, I really do, what were you saying about that old movie about 'pod' people?"
"Your father knows what's best, dear," Ben's mother tells him with a calm smile; managing to hold it together, he nods, leaves.
Running into school, dragging Rey from homeroom, he begs her help.
"I believe you, Rey, I really do, what were you saying about that old movie about 'pod' people?"
Jerking her around by her bare shoulders, hands almost too firm, he frowns at the sight of her.
“Hideous.”
Rey rolls her eyes but yet stands still—she’s used to this by now. L’Enfant Terrible of Haut Couture Ben Solo may be a genius; he’s also an ass.
“Strip her.”
And so they begin again.
Jerking her around by her bare shoulders, hands almost too firm, he frowns at the sight of her.
“Hideous.”
Rey rolls her eyes but yet stands still—she’s used to this by now. L’Enfant Terrible of Haut Couture Ben Solo may be a genius; he’s also an ass.
“Strip her.”
And so they begin again.
She'd scoffed when Rose had suggested it - "easy money, Rey, just lie there and disassociate" - but it paid really WELL.
And it was easy - at first.
As the big man in the perfectly tailored suit nibbles along her bare thigh, his breath alone touching her, she questions all her life choices.
She'd scoffed when Rose had suggested it - "easy money, Rey, just lie there and disassociate" - but it paid really WELL.
And it was easy - at first.
As the big man in the perfectly tailored suit nibbles along her bare thigh, his breath alone touching her, she questions all her life choices.
To say the Silencer’s cramped is an understatement.
Perched on Kylo—Ben’s lap, Rey tries desperately not to shift her weight around. A struggle, he’s just—he’s very hard under her.
“Rey—could you not?” Ben(!) grits out, which only makes her want to squirm more.
It is a long trip to Exegol.
To say the Silencer’s cramped is an understatement.
Perched on Kylo—Ben’s lap, Rey tries desperately not to shift her weight around. A struggle, he’s just—he’s very hard under her.
“Rey—could you not?” Ben(!) grits out, which only makes her want to squirm more.
It is a long trip to Exegol.