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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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[ that sounds right. just some classy repurposed junk decor. bb-8 loaded up some good pinterest diys.

if he eats his pear real hard, he doesn't have to immediately reply to that deserved roast. part of their pinterest decor is a chalkboard counting off how many days poe dameron has went without sticking his foot in his mouth. (zero. it's zero days as of right now and probably also this morning.) ]

Yeah, well ... [ he doesn't have a good comeback. so he eats more pear. ] I meant to include it. It'll be good. [ you literally just said that fam. ] ... Do you want your own room? When we're there. 'Cause you could have one. If you wanted. I know there's not a lot of space on here. You could have my room.

[ poe's not weak by any means, but her clinging onto him like this is still A Lot. he tightens the grip he already had on her leg and keeps going. he's still thrusting hard, only dully aware of the possibility of a slip hazard in the midst of all this. but that's fine, isn't it? maybe that's it. kind of an embarrassing way to die, but living hasn't been much better.

he returns her kiss with another kiss that's more like a bite. he's already establishes his style here, and it's feral. he just wants to keep going until she comes, but at this point he realizes that he actually ... might finish first??? he's that into what's happening. which would be horrifying if he hadn't hit the mute button on his ability to care. ]

I'm not being defensive.

[ again, said like a true person who is Not Defensive. his arms even crossed now that they're not full of supplies. this time when he catches himself, he puts more effort towards calming down. hands at hips hips. slower breathing. it's all gonna be okay. ]

He's mine, right? That's all that should matter. Not — Rose isn't anything.

[he doesn't want to ask, but ...

...

...

... he's gonna ask. he saw that can of worms and he crushed it against his forehead like an empty beer can at a frat party. ]

That's how it feels with you, right? I mean, even if you liked someone else ... it's different. It's second.

Is that — we could go to my quarters.

[ to have a friendly conversation. definitely. not because his brain automatically skipped over all that polite social niceties stuff and went "i got one priority and it's putting my dick in this omega right there."

in any case, he starts walking. so arthur got what he wanted there. but also: his self-control is also taking one express trip down the drain. he'd never even considered that arthur was an omega, but now, the more he's thinking about it... well, he can't stop thinking about it.

this is probably bad, he realizes. oh well. ]

[ he doesn't even feel like a person anymore, just an electric jumble of energy with some noise mixed in. he's trying not to make too much noise, not with the awareness of where they are placed somewhere deep in the background of his mind, but he can't help himself. he moans again, louder this time —

and then it's like the noise cuts itself off before it's done all the way. his voice shorts out because the way she fills him is so overwhelmingly satisfactory, his body doesn't know how to process anything else. all his cells are singing out. he finishes with her, his cock making everything all warm and sticky in the space between them while his body doubles down on aggressively clenching on her knot, unwilling to let any of the warmth try to escape.

he tries to say something, but it's just some broken syllables sputtering out. it was probably approving words. but the world will never truly know. ]

[ She's more quietly thankful than pleased that he listens. Getting in a fight or argument with him right now isn't something she wants, for assorted reasons. ]

Asking a person to try and do something, and outright telling them to do something, are two different things. [ Her remark in return is dry and she gives him a light look as they begin to walk. ] I have no doubt that telling you to not be stubborn would only encourage you to strive to do the opposite.

[ They don't head back toward the interrogation rooms, or toward the holding cells. A short walk and an elevator ride puts them in the section of the ship where most of the crew quarters are located, that particular floor designated for officers. Kylo would prefer to go back over to the Supremacy but she doesn't want to appear to be running off to hide after the incident with Hux, and getting rest -- for the both of them -- was somewhat of a priority. And so, on short notice, the best she could arrange for was an officer's quarters that wasn't currently being used. It's further than she'd like from her own, but since it's only temporary she decided she can tolerate it for a night. ]

I trust you'll find this more to your liking than the holding cell. [ Spoken as she leads him in the room, the Knight staying out in the corridor. ] Just a temporary arrangement until we go over to the flagship. I'll keep someone posted outside, just in case. I doubt anyone would be so bold... but I misjudged Hux and I won't make the same mistake again.

[ Honestly, she's not much better than him at the moment. All sensory input and base need and instinct. Feeling pleasure and satisfaction above all else. Distantly, there's recognition it's not simply her own pleasure she senses but that tiny detail hardly matters. Trying to separate out who's feeling what is deemed too much effort by her mind in this state, particularly when it's more or less the same. The warmth between them pulls another sound out of her and it shifts toward a moan at the additional tightening around her knot, her hips involuntarily thrusting another time or two.

Kylo sinks against him, boneless and spent for the moment, her heart still racing and breathing hard. She buries her face against his neck again, almost lazily nuzzling, lips brushing over the marks from her teeth.

The afterglow is all warm and welcoming, and even once the pleasure has lessened to a point where it's not overwhelming everything else she makes no move to create any slight bit of separation. Why should she when her instincts are so certain that she's right where she needs to be? That she's found who she needs. That she doesn't have to restrain that part of her anymore.

Her arms tighten around him and she lets out a deep sigh of content, simply savoring the moment.

And, in the back of her alpha mind, she knows to embrace the lull in action and relax, as soon enough her omega will be riled up and ready to go again. ]

[ The way he's holding onto her makes her think he might leave a bruise and that thought sends an additional spike of pleasure straight down her spine. Distantly she wants to test his limits, to push his limits and him and see just what he's capable of (in more than one way) but in the here and now she simply wants him to keep going.

She has no issue with meeting the violence of his kiss, biting his lip hard when she finally breaks from his mouth in favor of tilting her head back against the wall as her breaths come hard and heavy. Already she can feel a certain ache of soreness and it makes her groan. For a moment she's torn between wanting to tighten her legs around him and refraining from it so he has more room to thrust.

In the end she reflexively tightens around him, locking her ankles and her hands holding tight to his shoulders. Maybe she should be concerned about them having an accident in the shower but her mind is so far from that. Truthfully she has no idea if such a thing would trigger her precognition; danger on the field of battle and danger in the bedroom are such completely different things.

By the time she's on the verge of release she's definitely not thinking about anything but the feel of him inside her. She curses, loud and with feeling, when she's finally pushed over the edge, her back arching and nails digging in where she's holding on to him. ]

[ It's the knot, the fact of anchoring himself in her and claiming her for his own and locking them together, which brings her over the edge. The pleasant start of the stretch adds stimulation, leaves her unable to draw anything but the shallowest of breaths as she grabs at the floor, trying to find something to hold onto as she starts to come apart.

It's a gradual thing this time. Not shaky and violent, but like slipping underwater, a warmth that rolls over her and drags her under until something shudders in the pit of her stomach and she whimpers and trembles as it pulses through her body, that climax, which only squeezes her tighter around his knot.

The fit makes her cry out. Not the orgasm itself, but the way that it makes his swelling knot feel larger, verging on the pleasant side of painful. She seethes with it, and a profane slew of grateful praise slips out — Thank you, Alpha, thank you thank youthankyou. Little of it coherent. ]

[ Something drains out of her expression. Yep. She walked herself into this. Cornered herself, really. She hates it. But he has done the bad thing and asked directly what no one else is brave enough (stupid enough???) to ask. ]

I haven't liked anyone else.

[ She leaves it there. Flat, cold, socially awkward. Answering only what she has to with a full, flat reply that prevents her from being probed — she hopes.

No, jk she has more feelings. ]

And I don't belong to anyone.

Alright, yes.

[ Frankly, he doesn't care whose room they end up in at this point. Wait, they? That's. Ok, yes, that's what's happening, because Poe has cued in. Arthur walks alongside the other pilot, the trip from the hangar pretty boring and they probably dodge some droids and look busy enough that no one seriously bothers them.

Eventually, they get to Poe's quarters and he can feel that agitation under his skin trying to peak, a pink flush spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. ]

[ droids truly are the heroes of star wars.

finn also goes to town on some fruit to avoid saying words for a little bit. who has two thumbs and never really thought ahead to the rooms thing? this guy. houses who? he doesn't know them. not that he's been trying to do a ton of thinking ahead at all.

thinking too far ahead in specific terms turned into a real one way road to panic town. he's been sort of like, i'd rather skip that whole thing and avoid the awkwardness of having to sit in the breakdown room for an hour.

this conversational route is at least supported by the foundations of basic trust they've been workshopping. it's been known. it's been a whole certain thing. gonna go to poe's home planet. moon. whatever. this is just furthering the known. knowing even more of what they're in for, if they make it there.

so yeah he's using his chewing to realize he hasn't. totally figured out if poe prefers space and alone time when it's not right in the middle of depression nation. he's done worked out that this isn't a super weird sexual favors thing by now. and poe is a touchy sort of person, most of the time. but it's hard to know what someone does for necessity until it stops being necessary. has he secretly been imposing this whole time.

finn years from now at their literal wedding: did he cry during the ceremony out of obligation. no probably not.

instead of answering, he offers a question in return. ]

Do you want your own room?

[ excellent. very sly.

he hates empty rooms and being alone, and the prospect of sleeping alone in an empty room in a house he doesn't know on a moon he doesn't know sounds awful. he hates that already. but if poe was like, "honestly yeah no offense but i'm looking forward to having bed space," he'd suck it up. he would probably try to make himself learn to tolerate sleeping on hot coals if poe went in for that.

gotta be willing to compromise for the bae. the only actual person he knows. ]

[ if you thought poe was going to take his room upgrade with some graceful gratitude ... well, that was your first mistake. he doesn't know how to not be a jackass. he missed that day of school. ]

My own room? Wow. Who would've thought you could be so kind? Don't worry, there's no way I'd ever wanna leave digs like these. I'll be on my best behavior.

[ he's only on his best behavior when he's unconscious. general organa knows it, the whole galaxy knows it. ]

[ his orgasm is like an echo back, an intense shock to his system that rips through him and makes his vision go white. there's nothing but warmth. the way he feels so warm inside of her, the warmth of her body against his paired with how flushed he feels from all the exertion. the heat from the shower still going. he feels like he's going to dissipate into the warmth, leaving nothing behind.

but it's her. he tries to drag himself back from everything he's drowning in with that reminder. it's not allowed to feel good. nothing about this is okay. he can't want this. he doesn't want to want this.

he wants to shove her away, but his bones don't know how. ]

[ the way her body is trying to pull the knot up inside her, the way she so painfully wants him (or at least, you know, her body and her hormones do) makes him feel like he's on some top-of-the-line designer spice. every bit of her was made for him.

he comes again — with no refractory time in-between he's left feeling like "wow, that was a lot. was that my all of me?" but it's not a complaint. not really.

with her only maybe 30 percent coherent praise train, he feels the need to respond in kind. let her know what a good omega she was being. and she was good, truly and honestly. why would anyone discard her like that???? it was insane. murder is definitely going to come later. after eating and rehydrating and maybe taking a nap and then fucking for like two more days. then, then. murder. ]

You were so good. You're so good. It's okay, it's okay. You're perfect.

[ no one will ever be able to use this bathroom again. ]

[ well, that's fair. sometimes that's how life be. he can't imagine liking anyone besides finn. the idea doesn't even register to him.

maybe that's why he's going to have a mental breakdown if rose gives him a Longing Glance one more time. he already kind of feels like one day he's going to black out, rose is going to be floating around outside the airlock, and he'll be left with A Lot of Explaining to Do. this is a good reason therapists should exist in star wars. especially a/b/o star wars. where are they? ]

So you're broken up? You're … un-mated? Is that how it works? I've never — I don't really know how that works.

[ a voice in the back of his head is like "idk you might find out later when finn un-mates you for that inevitable airlock situation. he will hate you so much it will override his thoughts about you making the moon come out at night and how sexy it is that you airlocked someone for him." those are a lot of thoughts to be carrying around. ]

[ while they're walking together, poe is glancing around in a paranoid sort of way like they're in a jumpscare game and someone WILL jump out from around a corner and try to take arthur away. and then he'll have to fight them with his bare hands because this is his omega. he claimed dibs as of maybe five seconds ago and now if anything happened to arthur, he'd kill everyone in this room and then himself.

that continues to be his big mood as he slams the door to his room shut behind them. TAKE THAT invisible threats that don't actually exist. ]

Are you in heat?

[ he forgot if there were other things he was going to ask. he got distracted by how problematic arthur smells. it's, well, a problem. ]

I don't need to worry about you leaving when I can make certain you won't. [ The reply comes out more matter-of-fact than threatening, even though her tiredness is starting to become evident in her voice.

Kylo looks to him as she turns to face him and lifts a hand. She doesn't call on her power to enter his mind, yet. Instead she merely calls on the Force to hold him where he stands. ]

This isn't how I planned to do this but Hux's actions have forced my hand. As long as you remain a prisoner your life is at risk. [ She speaks as she approaches him, hand dropping back to her side for the moment. ] It's somewhat of a pity I had to kill him already. I was looking forward to watching him seethe over the fact you would outrank him. He always hated that about my position when Snoke was yet alive, operating independently from the Order and yet he held no power over myself or the other Knights.

[ Her eyes run over Poe's face, searching his expression and gaze as she stands in front of him, debating how much she might need to meddle with at the moment. The simplest thing would be to make him believe he had never been part of the Resistance, but then he would hold no care for Leia and that... that was worth keeping. She needs someone else who under no circumstance would harm her mother. Kylo would love the war to be over but not at that cost. Never. ]

[ She relaxes against the shower wall, heavy-lidded eyes on him as she soaks in the moment. There's a certain satisfaction in knowing he enjoyed himself to a degree. That on some level he gave in and didn't simply go through the motions in hopes of getting her off quickly and then being free of her for a time. For all his protesting and his reluctance, he had yet to outright disappoint her.

He liked to speak of death, but why oh why would she let die someone who showed such potential for grooming and conditioning? After all, she knew a thing or two about fighting only to be guided down a path she previously hadn't wanted to travel.

One hand lifted from his shoulder to touch his face, delicately tracing the scar she'd given him. Tomorrow she would let the doctors tend to it, have him fully healed, but in the moment it was a pleasant reminder of her power over him. ]

That wasn't so bad now was it? [ she crooned, her voice still breathy.

Tempting as it was to force another kiss, she allowed him that small mercy, instead focusing her attention on carefully uncurling her legs from around him, groaning softly as her hips shifted, not quite separating. If he wanted distance he would have to initiate it, as she was certainly content to let him suffer her presence a little longer before leaving him for the remainder of the night. ]

[ Perfect brings a pink shade to her cheeks. She preens, nudging her nose at his neck, savoring the scent of him even through the brackish, repelling scent of Finn on him. He belongs to another. Her whole body screams with it, but it's in constant war with the way that he showers praise upon her.

She has never felt like a good omega until him. Still doesn't, in her rational non-lizard brain. A good omega doesn't steal Finn's alpha away and make him knot her on the floor of the refresher for nine years. But Poe makes her believe it in her heart of hearts (in her hormones of hormones). ]

Thank you, Alpha.

[ Rey, the worst Omega in the galaxy, snaps back: ]

Leave it alone.

[ She has that flash in her eyes that only alphas get. The one that makes people just Do what they're supposed to do. But there's no weight behind it, no fluffy pheromones to make her aggression anything more than just that — aggression. Ill-placed and frankly a little embarrassing.

But she cannot withstand the conversation. Not when being separated from him makes her feel like she can't breathe and she's barely whole. ]

Deal with your own problems. [ She throws down a crate on the hangar deck and points at Rose and Finn rudely. ] And stay out of mine.

[ She's on the move then, ollying out of this conversation. ]

[ his face returns to the usual sort of express he wears around her — distaste, disgust, sourness — when she traces the scar like that. he'd almost forgotten it was there again. just like he'd almost forgotten this was her. he felt like a cornered animal biding his time for an opening. an opportunity to escape. (as much as he could. at this point making it out of the shower back to the rest of the room was an "escape.")

instead of answering (he would never give her the satisfaction), he pushes past her as soon as she's untangled from him enough to allow it. he also almost forgets a towel; he's so eager to leave that he'd rather be dripping wet and cold in the bedroom than still sharing a hot shower with her. it's grabbed in a jerking afterthought of a motion as he lunges for the door. ]

[ poe had to think about something to keep the dream alive while bargaining with junk traders for shitty junk that was too shitty to sell while also hoping they wouldn't recognize him. and that something was a whole romantic h/c fanfic taking place in his backyard. they were going to have a picnic under the creepy force tree and go for rides on a speeder he duct taped together when he was a teenager. his h/c fanfic had many chapters.

however, he had not gotten to the chapter where he goes in for the smooch like "i know you don't remember the wild adventures we had but now i've had more wild adventures with you than i did with finn 1.0 and literally none of my feelings have changed."

but that's. a lot. he's still not so sure finn wouldn't shove him away and bolt back up a few coruscant levels, despite there being no evidence of him ever wanting to do that again since the day one incident.

feelings never stop being scary: the big mood.

ANYWAY — now he has to actually dig up a coherent answer to that question out of the trash of his galaxy brain. come on, self. you can do this. don't stick your foot in your mouth again, as you are so wont to do. ]

I want my room with you in it. [ ??? oh no he started digging some kind of innuendo hole again right out the gate ] I just mean — I'm used to you now. Being around you. My bed at home is bigger, though, you know. So … if you wanted to do that. But you don't have to.

[ nailed it ]

[ it's not as invasive as her digging into his mind again, but he doesn't exactly appreciate being pinned into place. he spends a moment struggling against nothing before deciding to reserve his energy for other pursuits.

he had a witty quip at the tip of his tongue (something like "you mean my life wasn't at risk before?") but it's washed away by the questions he wants to ask instead. ]

Outrank? What are you — [ something snaps into place. ] No, you're not gonna — No. I'm not doing that. Whatever you're thinking, I'm not doing it.

You can just call me Poe.

[ his brain is still undecided on how wrong this is. maybe it's a little wrong, but his instinct is to take and take and rey needed someone to protect her, so? look at her. look at the way she's latching onto him and also onto his every word. ( the part of him that isn't a hormonal mess would probably object with "that's because she's in heat, dipshit." or something like that. whatever.) ]

It's okay. I'd rather you call me by my name.

[ "finn doesn't call me alpha either" is a cool thing he almost says and then bites his tongue on as he thinks better of it. ]

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