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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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[followhim]

[ he wants to push his head against her hand. lean into the touch. but moving from her neck feels impossible, so he's happy that she moves in closer instead. ]

Please. please. I need you to.

[ honestly if he had one single ounce of himself that hadn't been shaken around and overwhelmed by his heat, he would be disgusted right now. when he came down from the high, maybe he would be disgusted then. after they'd knotted and bonded and everything felt upside down and inside out. those are some things he could think about if he were able to think thoughts.

not much thinking going on right now, though. besides the needy begging. he shudders as she grinds against him, longing for more of the closeness. he continues pawing at her clothes, trying to find any hems/buttons/zippers he can grab to assist, but he can't focus enough to make any actual leeway. every time he tries to focus, it lasts a whole two seconds before it takes a sharp left into how it feels like he's on fire. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ She makes a soothing sound, her other arm wrapping around his shoulders as she tries to press her body closer. ] I'm going to take care of you. [ She assures him, closing her eyes a moment as she breathes in his scent. She wants - needs - more. They both need more but more wasn't going to happen so long as clothing was still in their way.

Untangling herself from him, she sits up as her hands go to his shirt and she outright rips the fabric. It's in the way and she wants it gone, no deeper motivation at play. Her intent was to get them both naked but she gets distracted by the exposed skin and stronger scent of him.

Her hands run over his torso as she leans down, scraping her teeth over his chest. She nips a path up the middle of his chest and a soft growl comes from the back of her throat as she nudges his chin with the top of her head, wanting at his throat. The scent of him is so strong, heady and intoxicating, and she mouths at the tender skin. ]

Mine. [ The word is muffled against his skin and her hands clutch at him, nails digging in a little. ] All mine. Only mine.

[forcevisions]

[ This is wrong. Terrible and wrong — in both biology and reason. The worst is knowing that her body wants it and hates it at the same time. It feels like a betrayal — of herself by her body, and of her biology by her self. She can't even be a good karking omega. She's worthless. Useless. Beyond that, she's frustrating.

Listen to your alpha apologize. Listen. You've hurt him.

But no. He's not her alpha. They can play at it all they want, and he's a good alpha, a real one, he feels warm and solid and sturdy inside of her, enfolding her, but — Force, he's Finn's. And she is Ben's. For better or worse. It's better to be cold and lonely without him than to taste the poison of trying to replace him. ]

No. [ It's not directed at him, but at the fresh surge of slick between her thighs. It turns to a progressive series of groans, woeful and bemoaning. It's a new wave of heat coming on. No matter what realization they have arrived at, her hormones aren't done with her. ]

[followhim]

[ he's not really thinking about it. how open she's being with him right now. of course, he just got tortured, so he's not really operating at 100% to begin with. but still. does he sort of secretly smile to himself thinking of how half the first order fleet was destroyed above crait? maybe. he's still himself, after all.

it's not until he's seated at med bay that he really notices how she was injured, too, with all the fussing about it. and at that point, it's kind of weird to think of how she helped him without regard for herself.

the good (?) news as far as poe is concerned is that hux didn't get too far in his torture plans. didn't quite make it through the whole gamut. he's sore, there's some concerning bruising just underneath his shirt, his jaw hurts. his vision feels tilted sideways. but he's fine. alive. in one piece. i'm sure the medbay will relay those things to her. ]

Concern? About me? You shouldn't have. [ as someone applies a bandage to his side and reawakens the pain there, he hisses out ] You really shouldn't have.

sneaks in a reply before bed

[umbraeternam]

[ As her shoulder's examined Kylo shuts her eyes for a moment to better focus on diverting the pain, one hand curling into a tight fist as the gentle poking and prodding layers on the pain. In a way it's worse than the saber wounds had been; she considered Rey's movements guided by the Force rather than outright trying to dismember or kill her. Whereas Hux and the trooper clearly were aiming to cause death.

The doctor chatters on, saying she's lucky to have use of her arm and that the nerves weren't more damaged, and expresses concern over tending to the wound properly. Her eyes snap open to pin them with her gaze as the hand of her uninjured arm grabs the doctor's shirt. ] I said, patch. it. up. Don't make me repeat myself again.

[ Huffing out a sigh, she drops her hand and shifts her attention over to Poe. The attitude grates, a little, but that's mostly due to her general mood at the moment and not him in particular. ]

Don't get too used to it. [ There's no heat to the words, more banter than anything considering it wasn't exactly a true remark. After all, concern for one of her knights would be expected and her plans haven't changed. She arguably feels more pressure to move forward with said plans, actually. If she'd done it already, then at the least he wouldn't have been in a position where Hux could have whisked him off to torture.

Pressure against her shoulder as it's bandaged interrupts her train of thought, making her draw in a sharp breath. After a moment her attention focuses back on Poe. ]

You'll be safe here while I attend to matters. One of the Knights will come keep watch, seeing as it's unknown right now how many other traitors are about. [ Kylo certainly isn't going to send him back to a holding cell, she knows that much. ]

[followhim]

[ the friend comment was something meant to deflect, but her left him with a gnawing uneasiness above anything else. he didn't like being "useful." not when it meant being kept alive to be toyed with. well, until she got tired of toying. he wanted to believe that that time would come sooner than later. she'd get tired of trying to break him down, because he wouldn't break. he refused to. she couldn't change him.

right? that was right, wasn't it? ]

Guess privacy's a little too much to ask.

[ maybe it wasn't quite right. he has a very clear idea of what he signed up for, and despite the comment, he's stripping down. considering how great his clothes were smelling and feeling after a couple days, it wasn't actually that hard to get him out of them. however — hope she wasn't expecting magic mike, because he's making a very unceremonious show out of it. the least ceremonious. ]

[followhim]

[ she pulls him down with her. he can feel the way the slick envelopes his cock, a fresh new wave of her scent filling his nose. the part of him that's truly his — that tiny little scrap of him that possesses sense and reason — gets drowned out. they're synced up now. it feels amazing. he can't imagine pulling out. just stuck inside her forever. ]

C'mon. C'mon, it's okay.

[ thinking? what is thinking. he's back to trying to do math in a dream. math in a dream where he's also drunk. every time he thinks he can focus enough to look at the numbers, they're all backwards and sideways. it's easier to just give in and move on to round two. maybe things will click into place and normalize as the spend more time with each other. yep. that's gotta be it.

after whispering in her ear, he switches to gently biting at her neck, trailing down to her shoulder. trying to soothe while his body echoes back to her hormones by getting hard. ]

[umbraeternam]

Just you and I is private. I can always ensure an audience next time. [ The reply comes casually. Of course there will be a next time. Kylo doesn't doubt he's been lying to himself, trying to convince himself that all of these events since his capture are single occurrences and not indicative of the future he has to look forward to. As if she would tire of him so easily.

Given that she half expected him to fight her on this, she's not bothered in the slightest that he simply does as told. Her gaze drifts over him as he strips, more curious than appraising at the moment. The latest wound she's given him is what prompts her to rise and approach.

As she intrudes on his personal space she presses a hand over where she stabbed him, absently biting her lip at the warm blood against her palm. ] Wouldn't want you to lose too much blood. [ she murmurs as she looks at him, calling on the Force to heal the damage she caused. It's not something she has to do but it's as good an excuse as any to touch him and make him tolerate her being so close. ]

You can have a little privacy in the shower, unless you want to be out here when I have someone come take your clothes to be washed. [ She's not going to promise just how long that privacy will last but since he's behaving so far she's willing to offer it. ]

[followhim]

That's reassuring.

[ there's a raise in his eyebrows that says he doesn't necessarily feel reassured. it's just more banter back. she keeps doing nice things — like not letting him die, mostly that — but he doesn't know if he can trust it. he keeps waiting for it to turn. once he's back at 100 percent, maybe he'll get hauled off to reconditioning like those stormtroopers. more likely, he'd get shoved back in holding instead of another torture chamber. he could brace himself for that.

he tries to look on the bright side — if it's completely kylo's first order, maybe she'd be less likely to hurt their her mother. ]

See you later, I'll be ... well, you know. Right here.

[umbraeternam]

I mean, if you'd rather go back to interrogation... [ Her tone borders on sarcasm, no hint of an actual threat to be found; she knows very well it's one of the last places he wants to be. Would he be surprised to know she doesn't want him back there either?

As soon as the doctor is finished with her shoulder she stands, rolling her shoulder a little to get a sense for how much pain movement will cause. She watches the staff working on him for a moment and makes an idle gesture. ] I want all his injuries tended to properly, am I understood? [ It's not that she didn't trust the medical staff, but after the incident with Hux she feels a need to make sure her authority isn't going to be randomly questioned.

When a Knight shows up she steps away to get updated and to pass on new orders. Before she leaves the room she glances back toward Poe, almost like she wants to say something, but she remains quiet and strides off to deal with what remains of high command. Kylo doubts the meeting will be a quick one but she completely trusts the Knight to make sure no one lays a hand on Poe if there are any other Hux loyalists about. ]

[followhim]

[ it is not humanly possible for him to care any less about her ripping his shirt than he does. he stops trying to help her with her clothes, finding it preferable to be a malleable noodle person in her arms. still holding on to her but not really making effort towards doing much else. she knows what he wants, she'll take care of him. she said she would.

he's all too eager to bare his throat to her. he wants to be taken. to be hers. his dumb lizard brain is like "ahhh i hope she marks me." that would be ideal, wouldn't it? the general jackpot of a goal for every omega. ]

Mm, yeah, good, I wanna — [frantic mutterings give way to a moan he can't keep in, but he still tries to finish with ] I'm yours.

[umbraeternam]

[ With the taste of his skin on her tongue and his scent surrounding her, she's not sure if she's ever wanted anyone, anything more. Frustration over the clothing situation has been tempered for the moment by finally being able to do what she wanted to from almost the moment she picked up on his scent. Kylo presses her face against his skin, nuzzling where neck and shoulder meet as she breathes him in deep. Her whole body tries to press closer to him, needy and hungry for contact. For anything. Everything.

Desire is thrumming through her but there's a louder beat in her blood as she loses herself in his scent. He's hers. This omega is hers, she wants it and he wants it and words have been said but she needs to do more.

Her nuzzling stops so she can nip at his skin, delicate almost. She drags her tongue over the spot just a touch higher, tasting, before she bites him properly, teeth pressing firm against his skin.

Claim, keep, mine. it's a litany in her head, beating in time with her heart as she lingers at his neck. She could break the skin but she doesn't, just barely, although how she has any measure of control over herself at the moment she doesn't know. Instinct is all she could attribute it to. Her instincts know what to do even if Kylo never dared to think she might truly claim someone as her own some day.

And while she's busy sliding her tongue and lips over the fresh mark on his neck, those instincts are reminding her of what else they both need. Her hands resume pulling at any and all clothing within reach, tearing without care as if the cloth that confines them was mere paper. Being enhanced by the Force came in handy sometimes. ]

knocks on your a/b/o door

[pointedlook]

• it's already au by virtue of being a/b/o
  
• idk star wars setting
  
• they can be pilot friends or smth
  
• seriously pick whatever i'll roll with what u want

[followhim]

yes

feel free to correct this

[pointedlook]

[ Arthur, for all that he likes rules and regulations, didn't settle well into the New Republic's fleet. There was too much hemming and hawing on where the fleet got to go, that they were in peace time so why would they mobilize, and shouldn't they be diverting money elsewhere? The petty politics left a bad taste in his mouth and when the wind started blowing in the direction of a real threat out there in the name of the First Order, he left.

Went straight into the arms of the Resistance, famously headed up by General Organa herself. Of course, there were other famous names and faces– Poe Dameron, for one. Ace pilot extraordinaire, bit of a reckless streak, but he'd gotten in and out of so many tight spots it was hard to ignore. His elation in the cockpit and out of it was just as much of a driving force as Organa's reputation (ok maybe not, but it was pretty infectious).

So of course, Arthur was partnered up with him as of late. A nerve-wracking thing, being the wingman to someone like Poe, but his level head helped temper out some of the reckless behavior (or that was the idea). They still had some work to do, but things seemed to be looking up for their fledgling pilot partnership. There was still plenty of arguing over decisions, but that wasn't what bothered him. He could take arguments, he could take yelling and discussions and pure bullheadedness.

No, what he couldn't handle was the fact that Poe was an alpha and just exuded it from every single strand of hair. Arthur prided himself on his self control, but some things were just too much.

Which is why when they land from their practice run, he's out of the cockpit and already trying to make a beeline for the exit of the hangar, unwilling to have any closeness between himself and Poe. It was a deadly and trying combo, the adrenaline from a successful flight mixed with the barely restrained and damnable omega desires.

Just hopefully, his swift walk away doesn't look too much like running. ]

believe me when i say this was Not the way i pictured breaking in this journal yet here tf i am

[chandrila]

um so about those a/b/o shenanigans. wanna give it a go in one of the great many aus we can imagine? resistance!ben, firstorder!poe, oooother? they like each other, they hate each other, whatever. my idiot can be the omega or alpha depending on how much we want him to hate himself.

[followhim]

SOOOOO first order poe is kind of my weakness so i am more than willing to chomp at that bit. i really like the idea of some kind of coercion almost angle? where poe is an omega and kylo either mating partner'd him on the dl as a canon au tie fighter pilot or they like imprinted on each other after poe was captured and kylo was like better brainwash him via reconditioning or the force to make this seem ... more normal or something ...

THESE ARE SOME OF MY THOUGHTS comments suggestions etc are welcome

[followhim]

[ because it was 2 am it honestly did not occur to my brain that you wanted me to do the heavy lifting so rip in pieces apologies for that.

anyway here's wonderwall. poe had taken at least an inkling of an interest in arthur — they had a similar background. both left out of frustration with the new republic's idle hands. and he liked working with him for that reason. sure, they were often at odds because most of poe's plans are "ideas that just might be crazy enough to work", but he was man enough to admit that maybe sometimes that was for the best. sometimes the yeet energy needs to be reined in.

he wonders why arthur tries to leave so fast that he leaves an arthur-shaped hole in the wall. sometimes he's a jackass, but at his core he's a soft-ass marshmallow and wonders if he said or did something wrong to make arthur run away so fast. so he chases after him. (did he notice arthur was an omega? no. he didn't act any particular way that would indicate it, he'd never seen him go into a heat. and most of the time they were surrounded by the smell of exhaust and engine grease and ... the nasty ass sweaty flight suits. ambience.) ]

Hey! Wait!

[chandrila]

yes good. let’s roll with a first order au, maybe your second one so we can start to max out your reconditioning plot lines and i can give kylo more of a headache from unexpected developments. i’ll assume snoke is like 0% down for kylo to pursue romantic/sexual avenues and so was he right up until he’s in a room alone with poe a liiiittle too long and look at poe, he’s distracting, okay? h/c, using the force to emotionally break poe, accidentally imprinting and sudden heat/rut, etc etc, i am trash. y/n?

[followhim]

yessss i like where your head's at fam. 👌👌👌👌 sounds like a plan let's do it 👀

[pointedlook]

[ Realistically, he knows this is a bad idea. He isn't quite bolting away from the hangar, but his walk is determined enough. And while Poe can't necessarily be trusted to pick up on certain subtle things, there are other things he's bound to notice. Arthur doesn't think he knows about him being an omega, which should be somewhat obvious– or would be, if it weren't for their job making the scent nearly impossible to pick up on.

But of course, he's not dumb enough to pass off a fast stride away as something inconsequential. Fuck.

Once he hears steps behind him, he slows just a bit, unable to prevent the inevitable. It'd been a slim hope to get away but now that he can't, he may as well face it head on. Restraint was his forte, right? A little longer around Poe will be. Just fine. ]

Yeah?

[ He comes to a pause, just before the open hydraulic doors, looking mostly unruffled. Except for the flush across his face, the hair sweeping across his brow– all easily passed off from coming out of training and wearing a helmet.

If Poe gets too close though, it might be troublesome. They're about to be out of the overpowering smell of engine grease, of hot turbines and exhaust. Arthur feels like a livewire and he's almost certain it'll be picked out. ]

[followhim]

[ the nipping makes his breath quiver with longing, wanting just that five percent more. just a little more. just a little harder. then he gets it. he moves to press his neck against her teeth. he can't make her break skin if she doesn't want to, but just the pressure against his scent gland is enough. it's something sharp but cool, like menthol.

some small sharp spike of panic rises in him when she pulls away, but it quickly recedes when he realizes what she's doing. these are necessary steps that need to happen. taking off clothes comes before not having any clothes. so he goes in to assist. it probably doesn't seem like he's doing very much since she's On It and also has the force on her side, but he's trying his best. pants are harder to rip than shirts so here he is to unbutton and unzip. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ She doesn't want to move away any more than he doesn't want her to. As it is the shedding of clothing takes longer than it has to because she's hard-pressed to want to move from his neck, her teeth already worrying another mark on his shoulder. Oddly enough, the desire to linger is as much her own as it is her sensing that he likes her there.

Finally though, she convinces herself to draw back, sitting back on her heels so she can pull off her cloak and gloves, and push off what remains of her top. So much fabric, too many layers, far too many when she feels so hot and she needs his skin against hers. Boots and pants take more effort, though at least the pants get easily pushed over her hips thanks to his help. A little squirming and growling in frustration later and she's finally free of everything. Which feels wonderful but still not as good as she knows she's going to feel very shortly.

Her attention zeroes in on him and she's beyond eager to help rid him of the last of his clothes. Normally she'd take a second or two to enjoy the moment, to run her eyes over him and soak in the sight, but that's all noise for later when they're not so desperate for each other.

Climbing back on top of him, she shivers at the sensation of skin against skin. He feels so hot and she wants to sink her hands into that fire, to wrap it around her and let it feed her own until there's only one fire burning bright with intensity. Her mouth is back at his neck, biting again as her hips rock against his. She's hard and aching and mere contact isn't enough. Nowhere close to enough.

One of her hands takes a firm grasp of his thigh and draws his leg over her hip as she shifts a little, looking for the right angle. Almost... there. Her moan is muffled against his neck as her hips instinctively drive forward to take what's hers. As she sinks into him her mouth bites down hard and as she tastes his blood her hands hold more tightly to him.

Hers. Hers to own, to satisfy, to protect.

Later, complications would set in, without a doubt. But her instincts are clear and unwavering. This omega is hers. He's hers, and may the Force have mercy on any who would dare to harm him or take him from her. ]

i'm open to editing this as this is my first foray into omegaverse lmk

[chandrila]

[ Generally, Kylo Ren liked himself a challenge. Too long aboard the Finalizer without a single raid or mission and he'd grow restless, bored, and introspective, sinking deeply into memories and a sea of his own inadequacy. That was something his master would seize upon, exploiting Kylo's insecurities until every pent-up alpha instinct retreated inward to fuel something even more powerful than just merely his breeding status.

He should've known to take suppressants. Should've known even his willful resolve would crumble someday - some omega would come along and ruin him and all he'd worked for.

Torturing Dameron shouldn't have been as satisfying as it was, but Kylo took his pleasure where he could. In one moment, the location of the Skywalker map was of paramount importance - but in the next, Kylo felt his hands sweat beneath his gloves as he gazed upon the sight of a panting and bleeding Resistance pilot.

An omega. An omega Kylo suddenly felt a deep pull to hoard away for himself.

Well, he had wanted a challenge.

Knowing Dameron had the same sense he did, Kylo did his best to not let the man forget just where he was. Kylo would enter Dameron's detention cell unannounced, at constantly varying intervals for something that began as an interrogation but soon became repeated memory probing, until Kylo could practically feel the sun of Yavin IV on his face. Poe Dameron's memories nearly became his too, mingling with his own vague recollections of the jungles of Yavin surrounding the old Rebellion base.

A week in, and Poe was practically an obsession. Kylo strode quietly into the cell as he usually did, robed and masked, all Stormtroopers in the area quickly dismissed in order to avoid reports to the General or Supreme Leader.

Tilting his head, Kylo peered at Poe and sat gently down on a bench opposite the prisoner's, his voice soft now where it was usually sharp and demanding with need. ]

Tell me you feel it. Tell me you've felt the same as I have all along.

no worries fam i love it 👌

[followhim]

[ poe dameron loved hope and believing in things, but it was hard to do much of either after being captured and losing at "where's the droid." he hadn't expected general organa to send anyone to rescue him — too risky, not enough manpower — but he still let himself believe it. for a couple days. after which his hope had been whittled away to nothing.

he had been on suppressants — better to pass as a beta than for anyone to know — but with all the adrenaline from the first torture/interrogation flushing it out of his system to begin with, and then each day after, he knew he smelled more and more like an omega.

just like he knew, without a doubt, that kylo ren smelled like an alpha.

the prolonged interrogation was a nightmare. he hated it. taking bb-8's location was like the snapping of a bone, and the repeated probing was smashing at any fragments that tried to mend. had kylo seen everything? it felt like he'd seen everything. he was bleeding into kylo ren. or kylo ren was bleeding into him. his presence felt less and less perceptible, which made fighting against it even harder. especially because —

it was worse that on some instinctual level, he was starting to want it. crave it. a warmth welled up in his chest whenever kylo ren entered his cell, only to be replaced by emptiness when he was gone. everything felt blurred together. time with kylo ren, time without kylo ren. he felt less like himself, and more like … his. he wanted the attention. to be wanted. ]

No.

[ he still tries to fight. tries to be in denial that he's breaking. if he didn't admit it, he could hold on to the scant remains of his dignity. but the refusal was more of a "no, i won't tell you" than an actual "no." it doesn't help that his voice breaks with it. ]