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WISH LIST

★ my dark au kink:
+ being captured by the first order and subjected to reconditioning
+ trying to turn him back with the power of gay love and friendship (and possibly failing)
+ he was always a first order tie fighter pilot instead of winter soldiered
+ poe and finn first order murder squad (dynamics if they were both stormtroopers? running away together?)
+ ^ part b: the fam that gets captured and reconditioned together… stays…together…
+ Interesting Dynamics with kylo and hux from dark aus

★ finn stuff
+ what will they do after the war? romantic vacations? homesteading? sending finn's spit to space 23andme?
+ infinite escape reimagining/aus, stormpilot escape room reigning champions

★ rey stuff
+ relationship of convenience because they're both In Denial
+ sith princess rey aus where he tries to save her and/or she turns him

★ kylo stuff
+ infinite interrogating/torture room reimagining/aus
+ ^ part b: stockholm syndrome?
+ We Need to Talk about Leia

★ general
+ honestly anything regarding leia (esp processing grief post-tros)
+ talking about his sketchy spice runner past (possibly playing things taking place during that time in his life?)
+ ^ same for things taking place during academy/new republic tbh
+ i love aus. modern aus, vampire aus, a/b/o aus, let's au the entire world
+ i prefer m/m for poe but am good with most ships

kinks if ya nasty

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[poe turns to stare at him with a flat expression that embodies both "i cannot believe you are saying this right now while i'm trying to maintain good vibes" but also "i don't know what i expected." but it's okay!!! he is poe elizabeth dameron and he will have his good vibes if that's the last thing he ever does (and uh realistically it might be but it's fine).]

We'll get rid of them. I can figure it out. [he grew up on a ranch. that makes him qualified to deal with any animal-type problems. did his ranch ever have a rat infestation? well, no. but he will watch another youtube tutorial on his datapad and figure it out. youtube will save us all.]

Besides, this ship has cabins. I think ... I'm pretty sure it's VCX-100. The doors'll seal shut. [he tugs at finn's hand, pulling him away from the galley and towards the rooms in this dope-ass ship palace.] As long as we're careful coming in and out, we'll be fine if we try to sleep or anything like that.

[we're gonna have a sleepover in this ship? that's a bold assumption, poe. but he's already adopted the ship. it's part of his island of misfit toys now. just by virtue of not being as bad as it could be.

he quickly realizes he has to ... force the first cabin door open, so he extricates his hand from their current otter session to push until one side of the double door relents and slides away. (didn't even think of asking finn for help because he's a stubborn jackass.) how promising.

in a way, it is promising, because no one else has been stubborn enough to try ransacking this room. which is not to say that there's a lot here, but there is a bed and a blanket. there's a datapad under the desk in the room that poe immediately eyes and picks up. the screen is cracked. not just cracked, it kind of looks like it got in a fight with a cement floor and lost. but poe is still an optimist, distracted now by trying to get it to turn on. this is the equivalent of "great, i found an apple computer from 1992 for us to watch youtube tutorials on." ]

[ For once she's not so wrapped up in her own thoughts as to ignore his own, so she can feel his intent as he pulls back. When she meets his eyes, there's already anticipation widening her pupils. Anticipation, and concern. Is he sure about that? ]

The last time we tried this while you'd been drinking, it didn't go well. [ She's just pointing that out. He'd been very persuasive that it would be fine that time too, but she can sense he's clearer headed this time. And since then, they've had the talk about lube and everything, so like. ??? Maybe. She's clearly considering it to bring that up at all instead of giving a hard yes or no. ] Are you sure?

We talked about that. [he doesn't really want to get too into this right now, because it will bring down the mood, but he knows that it's necessary. communication is important. when you don't communicate, you have a bad time.] It'll be better. And this time, if it's bad, we can stop. And talk about it, and figure it out. Okay? I'd rather stop than hurt you.

[ These are all very nice things to say. Cool. This is going to happen, and it's going to be great. In fact, she's so on board with the easy and open communication that he's offering here that she's not even drifting into fantasy land (yet). Poe Dameron is attractive ?? ? Right now. To her. Wow.

So Rey gives her response by sort of shifting her weight to straddle him and grinding against his thigh, searching for friction to get her going. And in the spirit of communication, a moment later she says definitively, ] I want to do more.

[ She's always wanted to, she's just been uneasy about it. Her fingers come back through his hair and tug. Firmly. Definitively. It exposes his throat and she goes for it, all teeth and tongue. ]

[he bares his throat to her to be more accommodating in letting her go for it. one hand stays in her hair, fingers splaying and pressing down in encouragement. the other wanders away, landing at the small of her back and then sliding down to grab at her ass. he also shifts his hips a little bit, trying to be an active participant in the whole grinding experience.

he's not in fantasy land, either. this is objectively a moment between him and rey where they are themselves and not stand-ins for other people and he's actually really into it. she's been nothing but warm and receptive towards him and he's leaning into that now. trying to stay in this moment instead of wandering away to other moments that don't exist. ]

[ All of this has, of course, always been relatively safe. It's not until later that he gets weird. But for Rey, the idea of not trying to drift away at this point is new and worth celebrating. Maybe, just maybe, she'd be able to make this work after all. It doesn't even feel like 'making it work' right now.

The grip he has on her ass gets her moving with more earnest, and that enthusiasm has her drawing shorter and shorter breaths as she can feel heat spread through her body. She props herself up somewhat to slip one hand under his shirt, seeking bare skin, and she's not disappointed.

It's not the same sharp, trembling intensity of touching Ben. It's different. But it's warm and steady and pleasant in another way, and — Kriff. She was doing so well there, not making comparisons between her feelings for Poe and her feelings for Ben. But Ben is gone, and Poe's not. He's here and he's trying. That's worth more.

She decides quickly to bury that thought by sitting up straighter in his lap so she can start disassembling her own ridiculous convoluted outfit. She's nothing if not focused and expedient. ]

[honestly her outfit confuses him so he'll leave that to her. and she's sitting on him, so he can't really do anything about his pants. but his shirt? yeah, he's got his shirt. it's just a shirt too, he wasn't wearing a jacket to get drunk in his room. he sits about halfway up for the express purpose of taking his shirt off and flinging it onto the floor.

this time, he's also both cognizant and prepared enough to mention before lying back down, while vaguely gesturing —]

In the nightstand. Look in the nightstand.

[just imagine it: poe going on a supply run, then making a pit stop at a cvs on corellia for wine, lube, and condoms like "my birthday is coming up." that actually happened.]

[ Right. Well, the supply run is a better mental image than what Rey's been doing to prepare for this moment because at least it's comedic. But let's just say she's been getting more familiar with herself.

Anyway so she has a pretty good idea of what she's looking for in the nightstand is where this is going. She discards layers upon layers of clothing because she's a Star Wars character, and they all get dumped over the bed. A wrap. A belt. A shirt. Whatever bras you can wear in space. That's all gone.

And she actually gets off of him, then, and stands to open the nightstand because she's gonna have to take her pants off anyway. She digs around for a minute before turning up whatever engine grease passes for lube in the Star Wars universe.

She tosses it to him, then starts shedding her pants. Now that they've been at it a while, she's pretty eager to get them off because they're starting to feel uncomfortable up against her business. ]

[ i can't believe i looked up lubricant on wookieepedia and learned way too much about droids. that's several minutes of my life i'll never get back. ANYWAY.

he catches the lube and puts it beside him on the bed for the moment, because now that she's not on top of him, he can get to taking off his own pants. just lifting up his hips and shimmying out of them. doing the snake shedding its skin move because that somehow seemed like a better idea than rolling out of bed to stand. his dick is also relatively pleased with this turn of events, since all the grinding made it long to be free. ]

[ Rey sneaks a peek at that boner with equal parts anticipation and wariness like there's some definitive thirst but there's also a part of her that's like, 'man that sure didn't feel great up my ass last time.' But she's suffocating that part of her brain because this time will be better and different. If she says it five times fast, then maybe—

She laughs at the way he wriggles out of his pants; her own methods are much more utilitarian. She's not making much of a show. Rey would be a terrible stripper; she'd probably starve to death if she tried to make a living that way. Hey here's a depressing thought maybe she did. Anyway, once her pants are kicked across his floor, she's crawling back onto his bunk and over him.

And there's immediately the issue of her breasts in his face and her wetness against his thigh. Like on the one hand, good job Poe, it's respectably damp down there, but it's also ~the danger zone.~ ]

[was it really that much of a show? he's not magic mike over here. just a reasonably attractive idiot doing his best.

he's handling all of this much better than he did the first time. he knows what to expect. he remembers all of that because how could he ever forget, even if he wanted to. does he want her breasts in his face or wetness against his thigh? no, not especially. but he is Trying. just because it doesn't really turn him on doesn't mean he needs to be a baby about it. he's still having a good time. everything is cool. he props himself up, resting his weight against his elbows.]

Do you want to — we can try it this way, or you can turn around. Up to you.

[i mean, he'd rather she turned around because it facilitates his own personal fantasies if he wants to go there (but he hasn't yet, kudos to that character development) and would give him less facetime with her boobs, but he's trying very hard to be more empathetic the second go around. if she doesn't want to, he can deal with it like a man.]

[ idk i still think this entire thread is better content than the tlj novelization but i'm a heathen so.

finn's face comes up closer to his own and poe is like oh we could??? make out and bone at the same time???? finn is a visionary. holy shit. he's already juggling trying to give finn a handjob with keeping his hips going to maintain his own boning situation, but he's willing to throw another element into the mix. he make a couple attempts at kissing finn, each time a messy thing with spit and teeth clacking against each other. but still kind of attractive. okay, so maybe actual making out isn't going to happen.

that's fine. there's still staring at finn, taking in every since inch of his face with not exactly the same intensity, but definitely with admiration. finn feels safe, and he'd do anything to keep finn safe, including but not limited to going pvp with every single member of the first order. they'll put kylo ren's head on a platter together; it'll be a great date night.

his breath is hot against finn's mouth since their faces are still pressed against each other and there's not really anywhere else for it to go. he's still taking this — boning overall — at a leisurely pace, not slow but also not rushes because they're not in danger of dying any time soon. also, he knots in, that's probably something that happens because of biology. ]

[ The decision she makes is threefold. First, she can acutely sense that despite offering her the choice and being solidly willing to perform no matter what her choice, Poe has preferences of his own. This directly contradicts point two (2) wherein she considers that, well, she should really look at his face to remember who she's with. It's a handsome face. Poe is a handsome guy, and he's considerate, and he's here.

She should value that. But point one gives her an easy out, and even beyond the ever encroaching fantasy that she is elsewhere — in another time, in another relationship — her gut stirs with want when she imagines his hand pressed to her back, pulling at her hair, while she thrusts back against him and — ]

Behind. [ She mumbles it out because just that moment she decides to catch his mouth in a kiss. ] I want you behind me.

[ And she draws back, shifting to help free him from beneath her so that she can turn around. She pulls her hair down over her shoulder, nervousness and anticipation welling up. This is good, though. This isn't the sort of thing Kylo would do with her, right? It's different.

Or maybe he would. She doesn't really know, does she? Maybe he'd do it just because it might hurt. That's an unpleasant but probably realistic thought given that the guy tried to kill them all on Crait. She shakes that thought away. Don't think about the sociopath. Don't think about the sociopath. ]

Maybe we could — [ She bites down on the thought to spend another moment figuring out how to phrase it. ] Can you start with your fingers?

Yeah, sure. Of course.

[he was going to anyway, but giving reassurance is fine and a thing that should probably happen regardless. especially after he really hecked up last time. thinking about finn can wait; his main priority is not traumatizing rey again so they can continue this mutually self-destructive relationship.

so he picks up the bottle of lube, squeezes some out, and rubs it in before going back on his journey to finger her. starting slowly at first, with one, then adding another as she starts to feel more open. his other hand clutches her shoulder, mostly just to maintain his desired level of closeness.]

[ Like this, it doesn't hurt. Which sounds obvious, particularly given that she had tried it out on her own in the interim and found that to be true, but it causes some of the tension she's holding in her shoulders and thighs to loosen and she's able to really unwind into it.

At first it's just about getting used to it, but by the time she's comfortable with a second finger, pushing back against his hand, she's not just in the tolerating zone anymore. The warmth in her body isn't just leftover from the bump-and-grind they had going on; it's a direct response to what he's doing.

Becoming consciously aware of it has her flushing, a little. There's a lot to unpack in the fact that this is the first time she's found significant pleasure in her sexual relationship with Poe when he's already wrecked her ass once. We're gonna set all of that aside for now. She grabs a fistful of blanket as a throaty groan slips out of her.

A real one.

It occurs to her that he's waiting for her, that he's being careful for her, and that she'll need to be the one to decide she's ready and— Well, she is. She glances back over her shoulder, the nervousness chased straight out of her expression. ]

I'm ready. [ A shaky breath. She seems to mull that over now that it's out in the world, and it feels right, so she nods to reaffirm it. ] I want — [ You? That's … not entirely true. Like not entirely untrue, but not entirely true either. She glances down between his legs and her tongue darts out to wet her lips. She wants this, at least. ] I want more.

[ For now, that'll do. But this is better than last time. And in time, she's sure, eventually she still stop wanting Kylo. He'll leave her thoughts. And this won't just be chasing out dark specters; it will be because she wants Poe. ]

[that's weird? it actually surprises him how attracted he is to her in that moment, when she's looking at him and licking her lips like she is Feeling It and actually wants his cock up her ass, because he didn't think he was actually capable of feeling those emotions towards her. yes, he was trying, but it was just that. trying. it hadn't felt natural before.

going for it, then. he nods before she turns away again ... and then he forces himself in. this time going slow, listening to the noises she's making, looking for anything like a sharp intake of breath that would tell him to stop. so far, so good. his own breath getting heavier as he focuses on what he's doing. both his hands move to her hips. he's having a much better time, if nothing else. shout out to lube for making all of this possible.

he's determined to make this a Good Experience and has basically turned it into a competition with ... himself. luckily he set that bar real low last time, so there's not a hell of a lot he actually needs to do to beat his personal best. ]

[ Something … shifts. She can feel it in him, though she can't quite put her finger on it. It's like whatever warmth he felt for her had been turned up. The intensity of it actually surprises her. She'd thought that maybe the wildfire that had churned in her chest when faced with Kylo had been a fluke, a thing of the Force and the bridge Snoke had built between them. Not them. She'd certainly never believed even a shadow of that thing would be possible elsewhere; she'd resigned herself to that fact.

But here …

It's just a glimmer of it, but it's real heat. Real passion. And because of it, when he presses into her, she lets out a groan. It's not forced or bracing herself. It's appreciative. She opens to him, and he stretches her to fit. This time, there's no pain. Some faint pressure, a strange sort of intrusion mixed with keen awareness of her neglected cunt, but no pain. ]

Kriff. [ She blurts it out once he's all the way in, overwhelmed by fever. She reaches back to grab his hand at her hip, searching for that intimacy. Her other arm props her up on the bunk, but only barely so she can arch her back to push her ass up against him. It occurs to her maybe it'd been what she said that made him want her like this, and — and she wants more of that. So she glances up at him again, trying to steady her breathing. ]

It feels good. [ What a stupid thing to say. (Well, not as stupid as it could have, given their last performance. Good is new.) Is there a non-stupid and obvious thing to say while having sex? No. So she's just gonna keep going. ] You feel good.

[ if that iconic expression fazes finn, he's doin a good job hiding it. so logically, it doesn't bother him too much to see it. because if it did it would probably be all over his face like a big dumb neon sign. there are only two finn modes. total shutdown or open book.

finn has a real backlog of shuttled-off emotions to fuel his next meltdown, for whenever he feels like he has the capacity to create enough energy to have it. he's takin in all his data and rerouting it for later. ]

If you can guarantee they won't try to eat us, I really don't care if they plan to stick around. [ the rats were here first. that's valid. he guesses they're roomies now. there's a bed. that's cool and probably going to be useful if they ever sleep.

poe's got his little old busted ipad. finn just kinda yeets off to investigate some more of their ransacked, empty garbage home? maybe someone left their extra will to live hanging around one time. that has to have a good shelf life by definition, right.

he doesn't know. he doesn't know what he's doing. literally in this moment, he doesn't really get what he should be doing. usually people tell him the thing he's supposed to do and then he does it. that's his entire life story. on a broader scale, he still doesn't know what he's doing just with his life or his choices, but he realizes that like every five minutes so it's not much of a status update. ]

Edited (half asleep html strikes again) 2018-03-07 04:58 (UTC)

[i mean … probably not extra will to live. that evacuated with either the ship's original owner or some other scavengers who already tried to strip this ship for any "good stuff." there are three other cabins where finn can have his mental breakdowns, but they all seem way more run down and shitty (somehow) than the one that was sealed shut. welcome to your trash home. there might be some literal trash around. there's a ladder at the end of the hallway; it goes up to the cockpit if finn is feeling that adventurous in garbage land. there's good news, however, and it's that there are only rats in the galley.

meanwhile, in the background, poe is trying to at least transfer the data from the datapad to bb-8 (who is still here obviously) by telling him to come in the room, but bb-8 ... can't fit through the half-open door. he keeps rolling at it a couple times just to prove a point — the point is that dad's an idiot. so poe comes out of the room to find ... bb-8's usb port i guess. he takes a second to glance over at finn, though.]

You find anything? Probably not — nothing bad, right?

[don't tell him you found a gaping hole full of rats in one of the rooms. that's where the bar is. the bar is real low.]

[ the fact that he tries to throw making out into the mix regardless of the success level really means a lot. that's one of the things finn really likes about poe. now that he's had an amount of time to know him as more than a random attractive mid-rut alpha, anyway. like a number of days of time.

poe always tries. it doesn't matter what he's doing. he puts everything into it.

and every time that finn's asked him for something, for help or answers or time, he's given as much of it as he can. poe is always trying to give. he gives himself to the people around him. he's given finn more than anyone else ever has.

with poe, it's the first time the alpha and omega thing hasn't sounded like an elaborate way to put "someone controls someone else." which is kinda the way the first order likes to put it, because how else do you justify telling thousands of soldiers to slam those suppressants and just write off biology altogether. get crushed under the fascist boot and controlled equally. clearly the best way to live.

with poe, it's easy to forget it and think about how much he wants this. to be so close they're practically sharing breath, to be pressed against him as much as is physically possible, forehead-to-forehead, body-to-body. to feel poe knotting in and close his eyes, let his breaths turn ragged on the inhales. ]

Just like that.

[ i mean congrats poe he sounds fuckin wrecked?? shame is fake and he will beg if he has to. not sure if this counts as like a pre-emptive begging actually. since ig the idea is to please do not, at this juncture, stop, because he will punch you on the arm and then take care of his own dang self. anyway, sometimes i'm glad i rp finn purely bc once he's made the elective decision that a person basically puts the stars in the sky every night he's hella easy.

he can't be afraid of belonging to someone that also belongs to him. the One Fear meme might have kicked in now and again, after he found out poe wasn't dead on jakku somewhere. on principle. but the thing is when it goes two ways, it's a lot more like belonging with somebody. and when it's poe dameron you're belonging with, everything immediately gets ten times less terrifying as a concept bc poe is great like that. Not That He's Biased. ]

[let's be real: poe's true kink is being selfless.

he sees some of that in finn. he really appreciates that part of finn. it's complementary to him, but different in its own way. the same destination that took a different path to be there. he was shaped into selflessness by his parents, by his upbringing, by a world that hadn't tried to crush him. he was a flower that got to grow in a nice well-tended garden

and finn was a flower who still somehow managed to grow out of a crack in the concrete. he came out good when he had no reason to, nothing and no one to guide him toward being that way. he was good just because that was how he was. innately.

that was worth more. to poe, anyway.

true, some of this might be … poe building finn up in his own head. putting him on a pedestal. thinking things like he decided to stick with the resistance out of the goodness of his heart and not just because it was a convenient place to run away to. not seeing his flight risk nature for what it is either because he's unable or unwilling.

to him, it's all small stuff. minor details. he can see the big picture, the picture where finn is good and brave and the best person in the entire galaxy, and he knows that's true. he's as sure of it as he's ever been sure of anything, and he tends to be very sure of most of the thoughts he thinks.

he hadn't wanted to commit himself to the whole alpha/omega dichotomy because he'd thought it'd be like giving something up. giving away some part of himself to someone else, having some sort of duty or responsibility when all he wanted was to give his entire self to the resistance. he couldn't be as blindly reckless as he wanted if there was another person holding him back.

but it wasn't like that at all? he was wrong. so wrong. finn was like him in the broad strokes, in the ways that mattered, the impulse and action, but he was more realistic. more grounded. not in a way that made poe feel held back, but in a way that made him feel just better. sharper. full 100. completed.

kind of like how he feels right now, in the throes of everything. something about the ragged edges of finn's voice sends a shiver down his spine.]

Always.

[what kind of ??? dramatic ??? i mean, it's fine, he's dramatic. it's on-brand. and he means it. he's gonna be personally responsible for giving finn that good d, always for the rest of forever.

he can feel the fuse already lit inside him, the feverishness building to something more. where he had a purposeful boning pace before, he becomes more erratic. harder with both the thrusting and pumping at finn's dick, wanting to chase after the intensity of the feeling.]

Finn —

[he felt the need to tell him he was going to climax soon. but the words aren't making it out — which is par for the course, really. but he likes saying his name. how it sounds in his mouth. his name, the one he gave him that no one could ever take away.]

[ "i will always give you the good d for the rest of forever" tracks. finn believes it in the heat of the moment. i'm pretty sure that's half of their wedding vows.

it's worth losing the steady rhythm to feel poe's hand tighten, the way his thrusts start hitting home harder.

it's definitely worth hearing the way he says his name. how many heads on how many platters to ensure that he gets to hear poe say his name that way many times over the course of years. because his name is the first and best thing poe ever gave him, and poe gave it to him, and it sounds about a hundred times better right now than it possibly ever has. it's like it travels the length of his body, a tiny zap of electricity.

finn responds immediately, some kind of guttural moan that might have been conceptualized as a word once upon a time? probably something similar to yeah, but the truth is lost to time. it just falls out of him like it's been waiting for its chance this whole time, before he can help it.

his breath starts to cut short. his fingers spasm a little where he's gripping the back of poe's neck, like they're somehow gonna find more solid purchase than they already had. he forces his eyes back open, because it makes it better, because he wants to see--

so don't worry fam he's got this. finn will finish first in the orgasm race today, with what can only be called an involuntary upward twitch, as if it is somehow possible to get poe any closer or any deeper into him at this particular point in time. rational thought about things that are physically impossible can wait for another day. dumb carnal animal brain wins this time. ]

[i can't believe this is going to be a bodice-ripper romance novel and they're going to orgasm at the same time. jk jk, finn can win the race.

it's funny how the scope of the world narrows down, how the only sensation in the entire universe is finn's hand trying to dig into his neck for dear life. another singular sensation crashes the party and it's finn's body spasming against his own. a wave of satisfaction rolls through him; he did that, he made finn come and no one man should have all that power.

there's a sharp intake of breath followed by his hips bucking against finn's a couple times as he follows suit. his mind goes all white and static-y as he comes hard inside finn, finishing with one final weak jolt as he collapses against him.

ah yes, the void of the afterglow. he's just kind of enjoying the moment. not bothered at all by the stickiness of finn-jizz pressed between them mixing with the sweat. there's a calmness now. he feels at ease. all his cells were like "HOLD HANDS WITH FINN'S CELLS" and now they're like "yeah that's close enough good job." ]

That was ... we should do that forever.

[/romance. he tried.]

[ damn. he could really go for extra will to live. his will to live machine is broke. but you know what, good luck to whoever took it with em. they probably earned it.

he still doesn't know anything about ship maintenance. at least he still knows what he knows. with their powers combined, and all that. ]

No bodies. No explosives. No squatters. [ a beat. ] Unless they're just out. But that's something that's actually easy to deal with.

[ dicks out for murder. there's definitely no way that would end in disaster. ]

[poe takes in this information with a nod, going back to concentrating on plugging this data pad into bb-8 for a brief second. how does that work? don't worry about it, that's how. anyway back to finn. he knows where that's going. maybe. he has a good guess. which is why:]

Yeah, that might be an issue. Doesn't look like anyone's living here, but it's awfully clean. Well, compared to everything else. If anybody tries to come in, unless it's First Order, just stun them. I don't wanna — it doesn't feel right.

[poe dameron the fugitive: still giving a single fuck about The Right Thing. not wanting to murder homeless people. that's … i mean, that probably is a good thing. until it gets them killed ig.]

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