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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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There's a few other areas I don't feel you need access to, but — [ She shrugs a shoulder. ] I think you can be allowed to roam a bit. To get some exercise and human interaction. [ Even if it's not much more than passing people in corridors and the like. No one's likely to suddenly just start chatting up what's essentially their leader's prized pet. ]

And if you prove that you can't handle that, then you'll just have to go back to confinement for a while. In a new room. I've decided to move you closer for... easier access.

[ Her lips twitch with self amusement, gaze skimming over him. Speaking of... ]

Take off your clothes. You're not going to need them.

[ he can't stop the scowl that crosses his face as she speaks. at everything she says, in general. her wording still makes him feel more like an animal than a person. (and he still doesn't like the idea of encountering anyone else, even if it would beat just staring at the ceiling waiting for the next meal. he already knows how most of the first order officers see him at this point. having it confirmed for them makes his stomach twist.)

"new room" doesn't make him feel any better, either. that said, he doesn't actually argue while starting to take off his clothes. he knows it's part of his wall being whittled down, but fighting has been exhausting. ]

What are you making me do now?

[ Though she feels the urge Kylo doesn't smirk in satisfaction when he doesn't so much as protest. Yes, yes it definitely feels like it's the right time for a few changes. She'll be curious to see how he takes to his new privileges. ]

Perhaps I want to see just how well you healed up.

[ Which she does, but it's unlikely to be the only reason for her demand.

Her eyes trail over him more slowly as she approaches, not lingering anywhere in particular. She comes close enough to touch but doesn't, at least not right away. Instead she walks around him, gaze seeking out where she recalls injuring him. It's then that a hand ghosts along his spine and she hums a soft sound that might be approval; others might have expected her to want to see scars or lingering effects of what she recently did to him, but that hadn't been the purpose of the torture. ]

Maybe I just want to admire what's mine. [ The words come as her hand slides over his ass and gives a light squeeze. ]

[ his jaw clenches again. he hasn't seen for himself what traces of her damage may or may not remain (faint scars, nothing that won't heal with more time). all he knows is that it doesn't hurt anymore, and that's enough for him at this point. the scars don't matter. they'll disappear and then be written over with fresh ones, over and over. at least, that's how it feels.

it was hard to not flinch from her touch. it was unclear, even to himself, if that was because he was expecting more pain or if it was because of who she was in the first place. a mix of both, most likely.

he'd tried to keep it to that. the flinching escaped him, but he'd hoped he could keep himself otherwise blank-faced while she assessed him like a piece of meat. unfortunately, his composure crumbles when she grabs at his ass. the action mixed with the words leave him with a shocked and sour expression. ]

I'm not -- [ the "i'm not yours" argument felt more difficult to back up while wearing an actual slave collar. the evidence to the contrary was crumpling up in front of him. ] I'm not yours. [ he says it anyway. ] Don't do that.

[ A brow arches at his protest — though she does note he doesn't try to brush off her hand or move away. The futile protest only makes her linger behind him, stepping in closer to Poe and lightly resting both hands on his hips. ]

Oh, but you are. [ she leans down to all but purr near his ear, her hands doing nothing but simply resting on his skin, almost as if daring him to push them away. ] You, Poe Dameron, former pride of the Resistance, belong to me now. And I will do whatever I desire with and to you.

Try and lie to yourself all you want but deep down you know it's true.

[ Kylo steps away then, dropping her hands and trailing her eyes down his backside like a caress. Perhaps he wasn't interested at the moment, but this was definitely a little bit of foreplay for her. Surely he would prefer this to her bloodying him again?

Heading into the adjoining bedroom (large, luxurious as one might expect for someone in her position, done up in blacks and charcoal and accents of red similar to how she redecorated the throne room), the lights coming on automatically at sensing someone in the room, she doesn't bother to glance Poe's way as she starts to disrobe. There's nowhere for him to go; this is her domain, if she were concerned about him being momentarily out of sight she would have had him bound. As she steps out of her boots so she can remove her pants she calls over her shoulder, ] Don't be shy now. I'll move you if I have to but I don't think you'd enjoy that.

[ it's true. he knows it's true and he hates it. no matter how he tries to argue and complain, it doesn't make it any less true. it is just that — ineffectual complaining.

maybe... maybe? maybe he should try to play the game. he could still "belong" to her and try to escape. maybe it would be easier. she was already letting him out of confinement.

and that's why... he says nothing. his face stays as it was, still soured, but no words come out. the closest thing to acceptance he'd give.

also: he still doesn't push her away. he forgot he could do that. he literally forgot that was a thing he could do until she's pressed against him, grabbing his hips. and by then, it's too late to do anything. she stepped away. beat him to the punch.

he reluctantly follows after her, trying to ignore the prickle of the air against his skin. however, he doesn't move any closer to approach her. he's standing in the bedroom, he did his part. and, anyway, ]

Where do you want me?

[ As she straightens, folding her pants before tossing them in a basket with the rest of her clothes, she can't help a small pleased smile at seeing him near. For a brief moment she wants to gloat — how she's clearly broken him down, how easily he obeys — but she catches herself and holds such urges back. She doesn't want to spoil this. Whether it's him relenting for the time being or actually choosing to be obedient, she'll take it. Savor it. And tuck it away in her mind for the next time she needs to wear him down or humiliate him by bringing up things he's done willingly. ]

On all fours begging me to fuck you. [ she casually replies, one hand pushing her hair behind her shoulder as she looks at him, the side of her mouth curling up in a smirk. ] Well, that's one thing I want, but we can work up to that.

[ Absently wetting her lips, she cants her head toward the bed. ] I'll settle for you getting comfortable on the bed.

[ And in the meantime she moves to finish undressing, having stripped down to her underwear. Though there's a momentarily distraction of her datapad chiming in the other room. Kylo growls under her breath and walks to the doorway so she can extend a hand and summon the object to her, tapping on the screen. ] Don't bother me with anything short of a genuine emergency or it will be the last time you do. [ she snaps at whoever's on the screen, closing the line of communication as quickly as it was opened. Another tap to mute the device, and her comm in general — those who might need to reach her know how — and she drops the device on top of a dresser with a slight huff. ]

[ he takes that brief moment of distraction to skim the room with his eyes for exits — an almost instinctual habit now; there were clearly no results to yield, but he couldn't stop himself from looking anyway. ]

Yeah, I bet you would.

[ it's a disgusted mutter to himself instead of outright backtalk this time. all the same, he gets on the bed. he's not being obedient because he's broken, he's... making it easier for himself? biding his time? right. those are solid reasons. denial is a river in star wars egypt.

that said, he sits on the bed. not on all fours. he's currently working on giving as little of himself to her commands as possible. ]

[ The muttering doesn't bother her. In a different mood it would, but not tonight, and not when he's being fairly well-behaved. Bra and panties cast aside with her other clothes, and a double-check to make sure there shouldn't be any further interruptions, she makes an idle gesture with one hand to have the bedroom door shut before she turns her focus to the bed. Nothing necessary but it's a personal preference, that extra touch of privacy.

And perhaps a small note of finality, that Poe's not currently going anywhere unless she chooses to let him.

There's nothing remotely demure or shy about the way she approaches him and, taking note of his seated position, she doesn't hesitate to swing a leg over his lap and straddle his thighs. A hand goes to his chest but she doesn't push him back on the bed, just lightly moving her hand to where she can feel his heartbeat under her palm. ]

I've been looking forward to this. [ she tells him, her other hand coming up to touch the side of his face, almost tenderly. Her fingers slip under his chin to tilt his head up as she leans down to kiss him. More a brushing of lips, really, and she nips at his lower lip as her eyes, already a little dark with lust, run over his face. ] I haven't gotten to see a real test of your stamina yet. I do hope you don't disappoint.

[ his heartbeat quickens under her palm, somewhere between scared and aroused.

when she kisses him, he doesn't really react. just sort of sits there and lets it happen to him. it's the most he can do to not push her away. he doesn't want this, but his physicality is a frog in boiling water.

all he can say is ]

Uh-huh.

[ that's the most "obedient" he can be while trying to play what he's decided is a game. that's the most he can pull out of himself. ]

[ he makes a faux-casual kind of "ah fft you know" noise. ]

Trying new things. [ being cool. not drowning any gay sorrows. in the spirit of communication, actually: ]

And someone... might've challenged me to a drink-off. You know. Friendly competition. [ it was fun, he thinks??? he remembers it being fun right up until the Incident. the important thing is, ] I destroyed them.

[ his competitive streak will get him killed some day. this day he won but at what cost? he doesn't remember who started it and they probably stopped before they cried all over snap wexley in the romantic moonlight.

but he won, probably.

no one said he didn't.

tbh that might have made him cry harder so it's really up in the air. ]

[ in the wake of it all, after the last battle, after losses are grieved and reunions celebrated, things begin to settle. it's calm, for the first time in a long time. the resistance does not disband — they are not so foolish as all that, and besides, where would they go? — but they breathe. they have time for that, now.

they have time for a lot these days. they have time for things like training and pod racing, time for things like a life day celebration thrown by maz kanata — which was, if rey was quite honest, a thinly-veiled excuse for maz to get chewie to drink more than his fair share of takodanian ale.

but it isn't a bad party. it's strange, really, to be at any party, but she is. it's a party that honors those they've lost, and celebrates the lives they will continue to lead. it's a good reason to be together, and so rey doesn't fight or protest; instead, she lets someone put a cold drink in her hand, and then later a warmer one. she drinks until her cheeks are stained pink with flush, and wanders the room until she spots the people she wants to see.

or the person, now singular, as finn is dragged away before she can get there by someone else. it's just poe now, standing under an archway, a plant rey's only just learned about hanging high above his head. there's a hint of amusement in her voice when she leans in, fingertips of one hand reaching out to brush a bit of something off his shoulder. ]

General.

[ it feels nice to say that. to acknowledge all that he'd done. ]

You haven't caught anything on fire today, have you?

[ As she lingers near she catches on that thought, on his desire for distance. It makes her tilt her head ever so slightly like catching a distant sound though her gaze and attention never leaves him. ]

Don't want to touch me, hmm? [ It comes out more a statement than a question. ] Well, if that's the case...

[ She lightly shrugs a shoulder, as if it's not a problem. It's then that she does push him back against the bed, although not nearly as hard as she could. She moves with him, leaning over him and sliding her hands along his arms as she moves to pull them over his head.

Her lips find his again in a brief, proper kiss, partly wanting to see if he'll yield at all or keep trying to not be an active participant. Regardless, when she lifts her head she also takes a hand off him to reach to the side, and there's a slight stirring of the air as she summons a set of restraints to her hand. Cuffs but definitely not the sort used in any official capacity. She doesn't hesitate to snap them around his wrists as soon as she has the chance. ]

[ it hasn't been long enough for his arm to heal up, so despite this Joyous Time, he's still looking kind of grumpy as he nurses a cup of correlian brandy in one hand. it's nice to have all the Stress he's been under for the last year or so pulled away from him with the victory, but there's still losses he hasn't fully come to terms with. isn't quite ready to recognize. (and his arm hurts.)

which is why he's oblivious to where he's ended up standing. deep in all his Deep Thoughts. he only fully comes out of his resting Stress face when rey brushes his shoulder. ]

Oh, uh, hey. [ has she... been drinking...? (no shit dameron, this is a party with abundant alcohol. is the sun hot...) ]

Not yet, but there's still time. [ the words are accompanied by one of his stupid-ass winking faces. ]

[ she's not quite to drunk yet, but she's pleasantly tipsy, the kind that blurs the lines of personal space and (im)propriety. give her another drink, though, and she might just sidestep those lines completely. the night's still young. like he said, there's time.

poe dameron is not drunk, though. he's not even as tipsy as rey. but that might be more because he's got experience and exposure with that sort of thing (spice runner, whispers a voice in the back of her head, swiftly joined by military man — not that rey knows much about either thing.)

there are three suns on batuu, and three drinks between rey and poe tonight. only one of them still has much in them, though, and it's poe's brandy. her gaze lingers on it for a moment, curiosity all too evident, before she peeks back up at him. ]

Maz said I'm supposed to look for these plants. She said they grant wishes.

[ in exchange for something, but rey doesn't elaborate. instead, she laughs, a soft little sound that's so unlikely anything she's spilled out in... ever. months, years even. is she already drunk? ]

I hate how you keep a running list of people who have seen me naked.

it's easy to do since it stays so short unless there's something you're not telling me about

Well.
I did go through this period where I'd abandon my clothes entirely given the chance, but I doubt you want to hear about that.

you've got my attention

Are you picturing it?

i'm picturing something you gotta tell me more. when was this?

Maybe you should tell me what you're picturing instead.

just you going around your apartment doing normal apartment things only naked you know, making dinner

[ it sounds so innocuous and yet so much like the opening scene of so many porns.... ]

[ he raises his eyebrows a little like idk my bud did you?? ]

I wouldn't trust some of those guys. I think some of them are lying about being human. [ he nudges finn playfully. gotta stay at least vaguely touching at all times. ]

There's a reason why you don't see me drinking with them.

Cooking while naked would be quite the risky undertaking.
Nevermind the issue of hygiene.

( he's having entirely too much fun with this. )

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