You need a teacher.

I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed.

[reylotrashcompactor]

Say it.

Anon requested a smutty drabble, anon gets a smutty drabble. A quick continuation of this little thing, though decidedly more…dirty.

Say it.

Reylo, drabble, 800 words.

“Say it.”

He bites down hard, too hard, on her inner thigh and she cries out. An inelegant, unintelligible warble of sound. He swipes his tongue through her sex, through the hot and the wet, following that sharp pain with pleasure so close in nature that she makes the same sound again. No words, though a plea all the same. Her fingers trip over each other as she brutally clutches at his hair, nearly pulling the knuckles out of joint.

“N-no,” she pants, and he punishes her for it, latching hard onto that part of her that is so sensitive, so acutely tuned to nothing but reaction that she tries to twist away from the hard pressure of his mouth. He grips her with those hands so large that his thumbs can hook into the dip of her hipbones while his fingers nearly lace on her spine and holds her in place. He sucks on her again, hard and obscenely loud, and she can hear the lewd wet of his swallowing her arousal.

He releases her, finally, finally, and speaks against the oversensitive folds of flesh, his low voice vibrating against her, giving her little respite from feeling.

“Say it!”

 She twists beneath him again, fighting against those strong, damnable hands, and he roughly jerks her back into place beneath him.

“Say it or I’ll never let you come.”

She whines, a mewling keen that is so embarrassing that she is sure that she hates this man above her, so slick with how she wants him that she can see the sheen of it on his full lips.

“B-bastard.”

He chuckles and, stars, the dark sound somehow makes her wetter, makes her want even more. “You have no idea, Rey.”

He yanks her down beneath him, so rough and quick that the hard scratch of his prison issued sheets burn her bare back. He’s inside her in seconds, a full and deep stretch and her voice breaks on the next moan he wrenches from her.

And he’s still.

She’s strong, stronger than she has any right to be, but she can’t make a move against his durasteel grip. She can’t so much as rock her hips to gain the slightest ounce of friction, and she’s so close.

“Say it. Say my name.” His voice is as hard as his body, as strong as his hands. And his eyes, they are darker than any of the atrocities with which he’s burdened the galaxy. “Tell me who I am. Who is fucking you, Rey?”

There’s tears in her eyes and she blinks them away. Hating him in this moment, yet needing him so dearly. “Right now?” She swallows. Her voice is nearly gone. He wants his name on her lips, but he wasted her voice on all the other pains he inflicted. Now she has little more than a croak left. “Kylo Ren.”

His eyes slide shut, reeling back into his head as he languidly rolls his neck. Basking, the ass, in the sound of her surrender to his demands. When he opens them again, when he looks down at her, his pleasure in this victory is a tactile thing between them. Such perverse pride in the dark naming of him. He releases a hand from her hip and digs the heel of it into the soft flesh just above her pubic bone.

When he rocks into her, the pressure of his hand combined with the weight of his desire has her climbing the summit to release more quickly than she thought she was capable.

He’s surrendering to her, as well, giving her every ounce of the pleasure he held just beyond her reach. His eyes roam over her, taking in her movements, and he matches this. Rocking into her slower, more deeply. What she needs, what she wants.

“And now?” he whispers, sending a spark up her spine that has her arching into him.

“Oh, Ben.”

He sighs, almost smiling, almost crying and continues to move within her just right, just exactly right. “Again.”

“Ben,” she says. She can’t say it enough, now that she has. It’s softer than her earlier cries of anguish, warmer. It hums in her throat and soothes the pain there. “Stars, Ben.”

She shatters then, her tongue still pressing up into the end of his name and she hums the sound along the languid waves of her release. She is only vaguely aware of his own climax, a sharp staccato in the fuzzy haze rolling over her. “Ben,” she whispers again, and it seems to make him come all over again.

He collapses on her, his grip on her making him seem all the more heavy. He’s crying she realizes, and she thinks that tonight, just tonight, she might risk sleeping here with him.

Just to see if she’ll wake up to Ben in the morning.

Fin.

[southsidestory]

Which fandoms would you like to see SouthSideStory and ReyloTrashCompactor write for most for their Patreon? (You can choose up to 3)

Voice your opinion on the poll: Which fandoms would you like to see SouthSideStory and ReyloTrashCompactor write for most for their Patreon? (You can choose up to 3)

Hey y’all! Now that my life is stable again, I’m thinking about the Patreon that Mer aka @reylotrashcompactor and I were just about to launch back in February before my world collapsed

If you’re still interested in supporting us on Patreon, please fill out this poll! 

Reylo and SasuSaku are listed first, of course, but you can vote up to three times, and there are a handful of other fandoms to choose from as well. Mer and I are hoping to branch out, and a little direction from friends could help us find our next obsession lol

P.S. Original writing will still be included at every tier, but it’s not on the poll because you’re getting it no matter what 😛

[reylotrashcompactor]

If you’re interested in being a patron, we’d love to hear from you 🖤

[reylotrashcompactor]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: No Archive Warnings Apply

SUMMARY: The girl was powerful in the Force; this was what Senator Ben Solo realized first. What he noticed second was her lilac lipstick, marking her as a courtesan. His third realization was the most important: he wanted her like he’d never wanted anything in his life.

Rey from Jakku quickly learned things about the Senator as well. He was on nearly every viewscreen in Hosnian Prime, he was foolish with money, and he wanted to buy her. It took her longer to figure out that he was a liar, as powerful as he was breakable, and the home she’d always wanted.

Read from the beginning.

The final chapter of Asking Price is here. We it’s worth the wait!

[southsidestory]

The more he said, the more he offered, the more Rey felt like she was breaking. Like the corroded seams inside her were coming apart and she was collapsing into herself. A decrepit starship finally giving in to the desert wind.

Rey had always known that life had a monetary value, the same as salvaged fuses or a fuck against a wall. She should be flattered that Ben thought her worth so much, and that he was willing to pay that bottom line. But she wasn’t. Rey didn’t understand until this moment that what she wanted was for him to keep her because he needed her. To offer her something—real.

He didn’t need her, though. He wanted her, and his heart pumped blue blood, built a life on buying what it wanted.

Asking Price by ReyloTrashCompactor and SouthSideStory

[elithien]

y o u ’ r e   n o t   a l o n e .

[elithien]

A commission for a scene in the fic Same Sovereign Cruelty by Killtheselights and LadyoftheHouse. Thank you both!

[southsidestory]

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[southsidestory]

Repeating my first post here:

As many of you already know, I just got out of an abusive relationship. I was with my partner for 11 and a half years, and adjusting to singlehood when I’ve spent my entire adult life with another person is… challenging. In the last month I’ve lost my marriage, my home, my financial security, my safety net, and my precious dog, Crissy, whom I love like a child.

Fortunately, a good friend took me in, so I have a safe place to stay with a wonderful housemate. Even so, life is hard right now. But I understand that life is hard for *everyone* at the moment, and I’m certainly not expecting anyone to donate. If you’re able, and you have any interest in dropping me a few dollars, I’d appreciate it. Regardless, I’m thankful to have so many supportive friends and followers in fandom.

[elithien]

𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓢𝓾𝓷. Reylo postcard i did for my Patreon reward last December <3 

[reylofanfictionanthology]

Coming soon from the Reylo Fanfiction Anthology…

[southsidestory]

A Pauper’s Grave

Jakku hadn’t changed a bit. It was all as Rey remembered: the sun just as searing, the air as dry, the people as selfish and desperate. The galaxy’s garbage bin, where junk was left to rot.

She found her parents’ grave on the outskirts of town, so close to the place where she’d spent years bargaining for her daily bread, waiting for a family already laid to rest. Rey remembered coming here once when she was five or six, just a few days after her parents had sold her to Unkar Plutt. She’d buried it down, deeper than the single grave that held their bodies.

The spot was marked by a stripped down cruiser’s battery. It had been so heavy to her childish arms that she’d been forced to beg an older scavenger to carry it for her. It was a miracle that the shifting sands hadn’t dislodged it.

Rey sat, legs crossed, and pressed her bare hands to the ground. Breathe, Luke would have told her. Just breathe.

She could feel the decay below the earth, bones stripped of flesh toward no purpose. This wasn’t Ahch-To; her parents’ bodies had never fed new life.

They’d been weak people with rough lives who had loved neither her nor each other. Your parents threw you away like garbage, Ben had said. A nasty thing to toss in her face, and all the more bitter to swallow because it was true.

Rey spent that night in her AT-AT. (A foul-mouthed Twi’lek had taken it for himself, but one swing of her lightsaber near his lekku had the bastard running off.) She could have slept aboard the Falcon, or better yet taken it back to base, but she didn’t want to. She wasn’t ready to leave. Maybe she’d never been ready to leave.

Her hammock was gone, but the Twi’lek had put together a pallet of musty blankets and flight seat cushions. Rey clutched her doll to her chest, looking up at the wall defaced with thousands of tally marks. Each one commemorating a day passed on this desert hell, wasted waiting on people who were here all along, dead and buried.

Rey didn’t cry. She’d shed enough tears for a family who had undoubtedly shed none on her.

She was half asleep when she felt the world slow down, her crippled walker hushed to an unnatural silence. And then Ben was there, lying right beside her.

He stared at her with hungry eyes, mouth trembling with want and anger.

“No wonder you wore a mask,” Rey said. “Everything you think shows on your face.”

Ben sat up and snarled, baring his uneven teeth. Rey looked up at him, frozen under the weight of his fury.

“I should be the angry one. It didn’t have to be this way, Ben.”

He laughed, a sound so sharp that it could cut her from across the stars. “No, it didn’t. You could have come with me, ruled with me. And instead you’re doing–what, trying to build a rebellion out of one ship full of fighters?”

Rey didn’t answer, although his assessment was spot on and he had to know it.

Then he softened, settling back to the calm she’d learned to expect from him in the quiet moments when the Force connected them. It was strange, how even keeled he could be with her when the rest of the world only ever saw his rage, as unbridled as an animal’s.

“What do you want?” Rey asked. “You know I won’t join you.”

Ben’s gaze swept over her, taking her in, and Rey felt suddenly exposed. She could be his prey, lying on her back like this; she could be his lover.

He reached for her, brushing her cheek with the back of his hand. Rey closed her eyes, a shudder rippling over her body. They’d touched so little since they met that it always felt precious, even when it was only the ghost of him that laid hands on her.

“Come back to me,” he whispered. “Please.”

Ben cupped her cheek now, and Rey clenched her jaw to keep from making some small, pitiful noise. It felt so good to make him beg, to break this powerful man over his need for her–but it was growing so hard to deny him, more difficult every time he asked. Rey leaned into his touch, stealing what comfort she could while he was here. The Force wouldn’t allow them much more time. She could already feel their connection slipping away, the noise of the real world invading this sacred space.

Rey couldn’t give in, but she could give him something.

“I miss you,” she said.

Ben looked down at her, his vulnerable lips parting, but she’d never know what he was going to say, because then he was gone.

Rey held her doll tighter. She’d almost forgotten the principal law of this world, the one that ruled every day of her childhood: the desert only took, never gave.

NOTES: This story is for the @reylofanfictionanthology‘s TLJ Flash Fic Challenge prompt “Jakku”

[southsidestory]

Y’all I am DYING.

Yesterday an agent invited me and @reylotrashcompactor to send her a writing sample during a Twitter pitch event, which in and of itself is lovely. But when I DM’d her about something (I had a legitimate reason, I wasn’t just being an overreaching asshole), she told me that one of our mutuals recommended my SasuSaku fanfiction to her!!!

I just feel so vindicated right now. I’ve been ridiculed for writing fanfic for years, both online and off. From now on, whenever someone tries to tell me fanfiction is useless, or that it will hurt my writing career, I can point to this and say “Well, ACTUALLY…”

All the people who like to shit on fic for being a girly, second rate form of writing can suck it. I’ll just sit over here drinking my tea while a talented agent with 20 years of experience in the industry reads the first three chapters of my manuscript.

Because I write good fanfic about magical ninjas kissing.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[southsidestory]

is there an update on your patreon launch? i stopped using tumblr years ago, but still come to yours and mels blogs to catch up with you guys every once in a while, so i would LOVE to support you through patreon <3 your fics got me through my college years and i still reread them allllll the time. i'm so sorry about what you're going through right now and am hoping that you are at a better place! just wanted to show you some support from a long time supporter!!

Aww thank you so much, nonny! This is super sweet, and I really appreciate it.

Unfortunately, the Patreon is indefinitely delayed. It was going to be extremely time-consuming, likely for very little monetary reward for a long time, and I just don’t have the spoons to keep up with the schedule I’d planned.

However, @reylotrashcompactor and I do have something in the works on the original writing front. I recently discovered mobile fiction / webnovels (thanks to facebook pushing ads in my face 24/7 lmao), and it looks like a good opportunity to get some original writing out there with low stakes.

The platform we’re looking at in particular is Radish. To be quite honest, the content seems to run pretty tropey and trashy (in the fun way!), so we’d feel comfortable posting our more self-indulgent original works there--aka, things that we would not send to an agent or publisher anyway. That doesn’t mean those stories are low quality, just that they’re perhaps not especially marketable outside of a webnovel platform.

As for the content we’d planned to be Patreon exclusive, it’s on hold for now. Whenever we’re ready to move forward with the Patreon, I’ll let y’all know!

[southsidestory]

This is hard to say, but I’m just going to be real upfront with y’all: the Patreon that @reylotrashcompactor and I were about to launch is being put on hold indefinitely. I hate to do that, because I’ve been working my ass off for it, and I know some people were looking forward to it.

But I can’t in good conscience start what is essentially a small business in my current state, because I have no idea if I’ll be well enough to post with the regularity I’d planned to. 

Trigger warnings for suicidal ideations, mental illness, PTSD, dissociation, drug use, addiction, and probably a boat load of other shit below the cut.

Keep reading

[reylotrashcompactor]

🖤🖤🖤

[reylotrashcompactor]

My army of cats apparently banded together while I was out of the house and opened the pantry and knocked over the brand new, only opened last night, family sized, expensive-because-my-pets-eat-grain-free-organic-while-I-eat-ramen, smells like a fish market, bag of cat food. Which wouldn't be a HUGE issue except that they dumped it directly into an air grate. The entire bag went down into the duct. I just spent three hours on my ass in my kitchen, like the first Labor of Psyche, digging out and separating stinky catfood from the various detritus found in an air duct of a 110yo house. Piece by motherfucking piece. THE WHOLE BAG.

[southsidestory]

Do you know of any good Reylo fix it fics for TROS??

Yes, I certainly do! I’ve been reading as much good TROS fix it fic as I can get my hands on. Without further ado, here are some of my favorites!

The Temples of Our Gods by Trebia aka @avenrue

beyond rightdoing and wrongdoing by the-reylo-void aka @the-reylo-void

Little Earthquakes by LochTayBoatSong aka @lochtayboatsong

With you, Always by crossingwinter aka @crossingwinter

I have crossed the horizon by Like_A_Dove aka @likeadove

I Think We’re Alone Now by sasstasticmad

Tethered by Perry_Downing aka @perrydowning

These fics are saving my life right now, negl.

And I’m gonna shamelessly plug my own fix it fics, co-written with @reylotrashcompactor:

Make It Through the Night

One Small Eternity

I hope these help you recover from TROS. ❤️

[southsidestory]

Our Patreon launch date is set for February 5, 2021!

I welcome all patrons at whichever tier best suits your needs, but DO NOT SIGN UP BEFORE FEBRUARY 1st! I was advised to charge patrons upon sign up to prevent people from getting weeks’ worth of content, then dropping out on the last day of the month without paying, as Patreon automatically charges on the 1st of every month. But we won’t be offering content until February 5th, so unless you want to pay for a goose egg in January :( don’t sign up any sooner than February 1st!

If you don’t mind boosting this, whether or not you plan to become a patron, we’d really appreciate it. 🌸

[southsidestory]

1st Tier: inkdrop - $2

Early access to publicly posted SasuSaku fic.

Early access to publicly posted Reylo fic.

Patreon exclusive original romance short stories.

Invitation to our Discord server.

2nd Tier: inkblot - $5

Previous tier’s content plus access to:

Patreon exclusive SasuSaku fic.

Patreon exclusive Reylo fic.

Patreon exclusive original romance novels and novellas, published serially.

Moodboards, graphics, and art.

3rd Tier: inkwell - $9

All previous tiers’ content plus access to:

Deleted scenes from fics and original stories.

Prompt submissions.

Polls to determine which fanfic and original story will be made priority that month.

AMAs on Discord, Q&As on Patreon.

Polls to determine sequel oneshots.

PDFs of select stories with graphics and art.

4th Tier: inkspill - $25

All previous tiers’ content plus:

Patrons can request a story once per month for every month they’re subbed. Min of 2k words, max of 4k. Requests may need to be negotiated if they hit on one of our Do Not Writes (listed in our About) or might exceed 4k words. Patrons choose whether to keep the story private or allow it to be publicly posted.

OR we will beta the first 15k of a patron’s story.

[kylos]

Star Wars: The Last Jedi (2017) dir. Rian Johnson