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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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[umbraeternam]

Is there anything you don't hate?

[ He may claim to hate or dislike everything that's been happening to him since his capture, but she's all but certain he doesn't regard everything equally. Even if just in his subconscious she's sure there's a thing or two that he dislikes the least. She hasn't yet sorted out how he compares the sex to the outright torture, but she imagines after a few more instances of either she'll begin to get a feel for what value his mind assigns to each. Once she knows that then she can start to decide how best to punish and reward him, and wear down his resistance all the more.

For now though... for now she wants something specific, something he's not quite giving her. But she knows how to fix that.

As she moves her hips against his she leans over him and her hands, rather than go to his chest or shoulders to hold him down (something she's a little surprised isn't necessary), move to his neck. Further taunting is tempting but she doesn't say anything as she wraps her hands around his throat and starts to squeeze. ]

[followhim]

[ he triggered an omega into heat??! what compliment, honestly. he's getting a little hard just thinking about it. that's one of those things he read about on star wars reddit, but never experienced for himself in his daily life. ]

Oh. [ it makes him lose his conversational footing a little bit, honestly. he was getting carried away in his head there, drifting out to sea on an ocean of hormones.

he puts his hands on arthur's shoulders and spends a good couple seconds staring at him before coming out with: ]

Well, I'm gonna take care of you. Don't worry about it. You're gonna be safe with me.

[followhim]

[ THAT'S NOT WHAT THEY DO IN ROMCOMS REY. rose probably gets it. she loves romcoms. her favorite holo is you've got holos.

just watch him keep this romcom ball rolling as he turns to rey and raises his eyebrows to innocuously reply with ] Oh … I thought we were gonna be alone.

[followhim]

[ he hates the sex more than the torture honestly, because the sex comes with enjoying it and then subsequently feeling used, dirty, and guilty. torture is straightforward. he feels pain, he feels bad. a to b.

any reply he was planning on using is dashed out. as someone who wasn't forewarned about this kink and is having it done by someone who he's sure just might try to kill him, he's not holding back any reflexes to get her off of him.

or at least, that's what he thinks. for a second. he starts to. as she presses in and constricts his breathing, sparks flash in his peripheral vision. he starts to feel dizzy, but … in a good way? there's no room for mixed feelings, just a small wave of euphoria and a desire for more. ]

[followhim]

[ it's true. they had a great time with lots of boning. lots of knotting. very mating. at some point poe was like we've got five whole minutes between heatwaves for me to carry you to my room so we better make it count. rose and connix took turns with snack duty.

but now it's … over?? ? ? he's nudged awake and slowly realizes she's no longer fuck-or-die scented. something in his calms and settles. that calm is immediately replaced with an exhaustion that settles in his bones, but still. ]

Huh? What? [ and then, immediately, instinctually: ] Are you okay?

[forcevisions]

Did you ...

[ She looks between them suddenly. It's painfully genuine when she asks: ] Do you want to be alone?

[ Rose's eyebrows are steadily climbing up her forehead like they're ready to break into orbit any minute now. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ Ah yes, there it is, that struggle she wants. She feels a little thrill, a spike of pleasure low in her body that makes her drive her hips down hard against his and stay close, simply grinding her hips against his so any potential struggling has less chance to separate them. Licking her lips, she can already imagine bruises on his throat. It's not returning the favor from last time; she wanted him to get rough, and the biting had been a pleasant surprise. But she definitely gets enjoyment from leaving her own marks behind, including those marks left by a weapon.

Sure, she could choke him with the Force, but where would the fun be in that? There's something far more visceral and satisfying actually putting her hands on someone. Feeling their life in her hands and knowing she could take it. Once upon a time she never wanted a smidge of power and now she all but constantly chases it, whether it's to be found in dominating a star system or a single person.

As she tightens her grip though she senses pleasure that isn't her own. Which isn't exactly unexpected, she's done this sort of thing enough to know the body tends to react in certain ways, but it feels like a little more than just a physiological reaction. Then again, she could simply be projecting her enjoyment of this particular kink onto him.

Kylo tilts her head almost curiously as she watches him and focuses more intently on trying to get a read on what he's feeling. For the moment she doesn't tighten her grip any further, keeping the pressure on but still allowing him some leeway to breathe. ]

[followhim]

[ now that this is an actual performance they're putting on, he's getting a little into it. ]

Well … I thought it was gonna just be us.

[ he says it so delicately that rose is gonna shit herself tbh. ]

[followhim]

[ on an instinctual animal level he wants to breathe as a base requirement of living. but more than that, somehow, he wants more. just enough pressure to keep feeling dizzy and lightheaded and — perhaps mostly importantly — unable to think coherently. that this is kylo ren choking him doesn't matter.

he tries to thrust into her, but it's closer to rhythmless thrashing in nature.

maybe, on some level, the idea of dying instead of being here was so appealing that he wanted to lean into it. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ She felt pleasure from him before, when his head was between her legs, but this has a different edge to it. Granted, that first time she was rather distracted by her own pleasure and wasn't paying much attention to what he was feeling. But there's something here, something she wants to investigate, something that intrigues her.

It's difficult to focus though when he moves, responds in a way that isn't trying to rip her hands away from his neck. His erratic thrusts force a moan out of her, eyes shutting for a brief moment at the warmth that floods her. Maybe... maybe she'll chase this new thread of curiosity later. When she wouldn't rather chase the way he's -- likely unintentionally -- making her feel.

Kylo keeps her grip steady on his throat as she leans over him, shifting the angle of her hips a little, and she half kisses him just because she wants to, not because she's trying to briefly cut off a source of air. She lingers close, nipping at his jaw as she thrusts her hips down against his. ]

[forcevisions]

[ Oh. She figures it out then, and Rose leaps to intercede, sparing Rey a bad lie: 'I'm actually not hungry at all! You two go. Have fun! Be safe.'

And then she disappears around the corner. Rey looks back at Poe after she's gone. ]

I thought the point was to be seen together.

[forcevisions]

I need to go.

[ She's starting to pick herself up out of the bed, but she's obviously overtired and dizzy from the standard dehydration. At a certain point in heat, it's just impossible to hydrate fast enough. She was there. Now she's making the return trip. ]

I need to talk to Finn.

[ She gets as far as sliding one foot out of the bed, touching the floor. The sheets are soaked. The whole room smells of sex. She's covered in bodily fluids that she needs to rinse off first. But no, the only thing on her mind is going to Finn while scented by his alpha to try and make this right. ]

[followhim]

[ it wasn't that he had forgotten finn — that was literally impossible; sometimes he suspected they may even be soulmates because they were that close and he very strongly believed that ~the force brought them together. no, instead, anything that wasn't riding out a rut that may or may not have been triggered by a different omega in heat. and it was so intense that he got mating bite-y about it.

it makes his stomach churn in a way that it probably shouldn't. he was really high on some "they're gonna be sister wives and like it" alpha hormones during that whole thing. that feeling sure has drifted away in the coming down stage.

because, as he is about to point out: ]

Rey, no. Don't — you gotta clean up first. He's already gonna know. [ poe, now lucid, is not deluded enough to think that finn was walking around like "why haven't i seen poe in days while the door to his room is locked and oh yeah it definitely smells like rey and poe having lots of sex in there?? ?" ] Don't make it worse.

[followhim]

If we're together, we'd wanna be alone.

[ he says it to the tone of "duh." he's not a professional con man; he has this knowledge on the basis of he sure as hell wishes he was alone with finn right now. ]

[forcevisions]

'Don't make it worse'?

[ Omega brain is gone. Omega brain has given way for Rey's tense frustration, and as she gets up out of the bed, she turns around to look at him on shaky legs. She's no longer like iyaaan alpha thanks for the good fuck. She's no longer like oh no I'm so terrible how dare I enjoy this. Because that was omega brain enjoying it. Not Rey. ]

I never wanted any of this.

[ She snarls that out. She isn't gonna sit around and hear about how much worse she is making it when she hadn't made it this way in the first place. ]

[forcevisions]

Oh.

[ Rey glances away from him. ]

I guess I wouldn't know. I haven't done this before.

[ That surely goes without stating doesn't it?? It's not like there's fucking okcupid on Jakku. Or, like, high school. ]

[followhim]

[ just like he has no real control of this situation in regard to what she's doing to him, he can't even control himself when he comes hard inside her, a gasping moan trying to force itself out of the constricted space of his throat. it took very little time; he was just experiencing a whole new kink that strongly, okay. his muscles tense and contact as his mind completely blanks out — which is good, because he doesn't have to fully experience her half-kissing him this way. one microscopic benefit out of all of this.

it's only then that he tries to struggle out from under her, but he doesn't get very far with it. he'd have to have a directional sense that he just doesn't have between the limited air supply and suddenly feeling boneless. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ There's something immensely satisfying about the moment to her. Somewhere in the realm of when she breaks someone and senses that final barrier slip away, or when she gathers whatever piece of information she's intently after. It's surrender, in a sense. Instinct, reflex, whatever one might want to call it.

At least that's how it hits her senses when he comes undone beneath her, seeming to catch them both by surprise. She wants to savor it, to try and make note of the details so she can then later sort out what garnered the most response and try to invoke this kind of reaction from him again. But her own pleasure is burning hot, fueled by the unrestricted wave of his pleasure and the way he moves inside her.

Kylo curses, low and heartfelt, as her hips ride out his own staggered movements. It's not more than another minute or two until she finds her own release and her hands briefly tighten around his throat as her body tenses. She has enough clarity of mind to realize it though and eases the grip she has on him, her hands moving to the table on either side of him to brace herself as she works to catch her breath, eyes closed for the moment as she does so. ]

[followhim]

Neither did I! [ he's just going to snap right back. mindless heat/rut fucking is a two way street. ]

I just don't want Finn to get hurt more than he's already gonna be. [ he thought she'd appreciate that, but she can go off. ] Than he already is. I wasn't saying it's your fault. I was thinking about Finn.

[followhim]

[ he wasn't drawing any wild assumptions that rey had been hitting up okcupid on jakku, he just hadn't ... taken that information completely in to think about what it meant. ]

Oh. Look, hey. It's okay. I just figure ... if we want to get to know each other, it's better to spend some time alone together, huh? So it's just about us.

[followhim]

[ with nothing else to do and nowhere else to go, his hips shift to meet hers while she finds her climax, despite feeling completely spent himself.

but then it's over. he finds himself not exactly liking being able to breathe again. the hazy half-conscious space he was occupying was better than the reality of kylo ren on top of him like this. ]

Are you ... happy now? Got what you wanted?

[ his voice is more hoarse than he was expecting, which was dumb on his part. but. she wanted him to like it. and he had. maybe she can take the way he came so easily as an admission instead of actually making him voice it. ]

[forcevisions]

But you don't actually want to get to know me.

[ At least she doesn't think that he does. It's all for the ruse ...

Right?

Now she's losing track of what teen comedy fake dating trope this is. Is he actually going to fall in love with her? ]

[forcevisions]

Don't do that. Don't try to make it sound like I don't care about him.

[ She quiets a little at least. But honestly the more sobering part, somehow, is that it's a reminder that she's never going to be first between the three of them. She's never going to be the person who's most important. There was only one person in the galaxy who'd prioritize her over others, and she'd left him — out of necessity, yes, but it's perilously difficult to process the loss of a mate. That's a forever loss. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ Her reply doesn't come immediately, in part due to the fact that some of her anger has been washed away by the wave of pleasure. It's not exactly how she intended to release said anger but it's just as well. For all intents and purposes it's certainly the safest way it could have happened. ]

You surprise me sometimes, Dameron. [ is what she ends up remarking, still a little breathless. She shifts her weight to one hand as the other moves to push her hair back from her face, eyes opening to look down at him, and there's a certain amount of curiosity in her gaze. Genuine curiosity, even if it might be the sort that often precedes taking things apart to find out how they tick.

Her hand goes to his throat, fingers brushing over the marks blooming from her grip, and a pleased smile crosses her face. Yes, she supposed to an extent she was happy, for the moment.

Kylo climbs off of him and off the table, standing beside it while she straightens her clothes. She's not settled, not entirely, but she's at least not likely to murder the next person she sees.

A glance back to him — and to his neck — and she can't help but smirk. ]

Might be time to put a collar on that neck of yours. At least when I don't have my hands wrapped around it.

[followhim]

[ he surprised himself. he doesn't want to say it. it would mean talking about what happened, and having to admit that he felt any kind of pleasure, no matter how involuntary it had been.

he uses her getting off of him as his own opportunity to reclothe and straighten up. now that the adrenaline levels aren't quite as high, his neck feels more and more sore. he doesn't need to examine it in the mirror to know that it's going to bruise. as soon as she sends him to medical to wipe her old marks off, she puts more on. part of him wonders if this is going to be routine.

and then the rest of him blanches because he just thought about being here in the longterm. ]

I don't think I'd look good in a collar.

[ trying his best to stay sassy while hoarse, clearly. ]