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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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The people in the bunk beside mine are loud when they're lost in their passions, for lack of a better word, and no matter how hard I bang on the wall, they won't keep it down.
What do YOU think I should do?

[ it's him and finn she is talking about him and finn ]

lost in their passions???

[ he's laughing (and it can probably be heard) but he's also a little bit like bone?!?! she just said that. the audacity. ]

look, sorry watch some holos??? bang louder? there's nothing else to do

I can think of something else to do with my lightsaber if you're short of better ideas.

you can do that??? it doesn't look like it'd be comfortable going in anywhere

That's

That's the point, Poe
It's not supposed to be comfortable

I MEANT GOING INTO THERE TO MAKE YOU STOP KRIFF

we're being quiet! sounds like maybe you're TRYING to listen

What part of anything I said sounded like I was trying to listen?

the part where you keep talking about it!

Because I keep HEARING it!
I just want quiet!
Assign me to a different bunk for all I care, but I'm sick of it.

okay, okay, sorry you can take whatever bunk you want. we've got the space.

I'll take the one by Rose

[ rose understands her suffering. rey can feel it implicitly in the frustrated and longing glances. ]

Pretty sure isn't sure.

[ what if third time is the charm and poe is dead forever after it. he's not prepared for that. unless they blaze of glory themselves. he can't say he'd rather do a blaze of glory at this particular junction.

he's saving his dramatic attempted self sacrifices for War now. that was his character development after the eye horror incident. ]

And I like compelling even less when it's not a guarantee. [ it's not for the vine unless you catch it on camera. and that's leaving the whole morality part out in the rain to bang on the windows and yell. he doesn't like it. poe doesn't like it. why is life so full of the probability of doing things that they don't like or want just to get by? it isn't even capitalism. finn does, begrudgingly, admit: ] Not that I've got any better ideas.

Pretty sure could be sure. I beat Kylo Ren once.

[ because it was impossible to see him coming as a giant force void. he had the element of surprise and a/b/o season on his side. but that's not important now. not if he deliberately ignores those details?? ]

You're gonna "come on" me to my own house?

[ it's just that brand of amused teasing that poe thrives on. he picks up his own pace a little bit to catch up and then let finn into casa de dameron. it's... a (ranch)house that looks much cleaner than one might anticipate, given that poe tends to be a messy garbage gremlin. as it turns out, the same does not apply to kes.

as poe leads the way, it's with grace and ease that makes it seem like he was only gone a day instead of months or more on end. ]

Dad? [ no response. ] He must be out in the woods. He'll be around soon. Can't miss the ruckus we made.

[ on that note, he grabs a fruit from a fruit bowl on the kitchen counter.] Want an orange?

Need you, too. I was waiting ...

[ he tries to manage a sentence, but the words get jumbled somewhere on the path between his brain and his mouth. just like they have been. why he continues to try is anyone's guess.

the array of sensations he's feeling now is overwhelming. he's pretty sure he's going to just melt into a puddle around brianna— and honestly he's okay with it. as she's at his throat, rubbing against him, he tries speaking again, hissing out ]

Take me.

[ poe with brain cells (okay, fine, one brain cell) would disapprove so hard of this romance novel talk, but where is he now? not here, that's for sure. ]

[ Brianna doesn't need any further encouragement, and she's certainly not in a mood to keep either of them waiting.

Her lips move along his skin until she can nuzzle at the side of his neck, breathing in deep his scent. One hand settles at his hip as the other slides along his thigh and she pulls his leg up as she shifts her hips against his. A needy whine slips from her mouth as she rocks against him, the sound melting into a groan as she finds the right angle.

Both hands go to his hips, holding tight as she presses closer, and she can't help but bite the side of his neck as she feels him warm and wet around her. She curses, or at least she thinks she does, rocking her hips slowly against his to push further inside. Part of her feels a need for slow and steady but it's hard to hold back when it feels so good. ]

[ it's not right, the way she's making him come unwound. but he's still working on his current thought experiment — instead of fighting against her every whim or command, just accept at least some with resignation. let it happen. freely writhe under her touch. it's easier now, in this moment, when the good kind of attention is being paid to him. she's prioritizing his needs? weird.

so — it doesn't take much longer for him to unravel completely. the orgasm is almost too quick, reminding him of other times when she made him come a little too easily. (she already brought up the choking incident once, no need to relive it again. although... thinking about it again... is not helping by any means.) a loud shuddering noise escapes from him, paired with his arms jerking against his restraints. ]

[ Kylo draws back slightly only to decrease the chance of choking as his release hits, her hands holding on lightly to his hips, not restricting his movement so much as purposely staying in contact to an extent. Eyes still closed, she savors the sounds from him, fleetingly wondering what his hands might be doing if they weren't restrained. He's not the only one who enjoys it when things get a little rough, although she does prefer to keep a certain level of control over everything.

She continues to work her mouth over him until he finishes and draws off slowly. Her eyes open as she sits back a little, one hand wiping at her mouth, and she trails her gaze over his body. It's quite a nice sight she has to admit, having him in her bed.

As she leans forward she runs her hands over his torso, sliding up his chest, and there's no hesitance as she leans in to kiss him, brief but heated. Her teeth catch his lower lip when she draws back, nipping almost playfully, and she lifts a hand to the side of his face as she runs her eyes over his features. ]

I'll let you catch your breath... we're only just getting started.

[ Life was complicated, but there was no complication that people couldn't work through if they cared about each other.

Brianna remembered her father telling her that the day he and her mother sat her down and told her a dangerous truth about their lives and hers, which made some points of confusion suddenly clear. That she was a werewolf, like her mother. But not her father, who was born human and remained human by choice. There was no choice for her though; while her parents hadn't been certain, it was practically unheard of for any children of a female werewolf not to take the mother's species. Had the roles been reversed it would have been closer to 50/50 odds.

It had been a lot for her to take in, even before she ever saw a wolf in the flesh, before she ever changed herself. Learning how very not simple the world truly was, how much judgment could be passed on her kind, both from humans and other werewolves. Learning that the wolves were no more united than the humans were. How some almost preferred to act like they were human, like they were ashamed of being different. And how some harshly judged mixed households, mixed relationships like her parents had.

After years of conflict, both internal and external, she dropped out of school and ran away from home, in part drawn away by a friend she'd made. An older wolf that was part of a pack in another territory, one that didn't believe in hiding what they were or allowing others to shame them for their beliefs. The sort of thing that sounded highly appealing to a youth desperate for acceptance and to feel comfortable in their own skin.

She hadn't known it was a rival pack with a deep-seeded conflict that went back generations. She hadn't known part of the "judgment" they bemoaned was because they had been accused of killing humans for sport, and worse, at various times across decades. Those kind of people weren't the kind of people you could just leave if you got cold feet. She'd made a decision — albeit a misguided, dangerous one — and she had to figure out how to make the best of it. At least until a different opportunity presented itself, if one ever would.

***

She'd been out on a run when all the excitement happened. The past week had been a rough one, with several fights in the No Man's Land that ran in a wide swath between the Order's current territory and the Republic's. While she had taken part in one of the fights early in the week, only because she was obligated to as one of the better fighters in the pack, her absence from others despite no injuries caused a flare up of tensions and she'd been chastised by the pack leader in front of some of the other more senior members of the pack. It wasn't the first time as she'd become more independent over the years, though she stopped short of open defiance if only because she had no desire to lead, and secretly feared being kicked out and a target put on her back.

When a group of the more loyal members organized a strike that day Brianna felt no desire to be around for the hostility, opting instead to 'patrol' which was really more just an opportunity for her to run off her aggravation and discontent for a couple hours. Her hope had been that things would be calmer when she returned, and she could pretend to care about whatever happened during the fighting while she was away.

A strange new scent among familiar ones has her equal parts weary and curious as she makes her way from the outskirts of town toward the square. She's not certain what she's going to find but somehow she knows she's not going to like it. It's the same sort of instinctive unease she felt years ago when she thought about leaving and the pack leader had flashed sharpened teeth in a smile that wasn't remotely kind.

The gathered crowd has mostly the faces she would expect but there's a buzz, an energy that's almost peculiar. Celebratory but there's something off about it she can't place. So, a victory in battle today, then? Not exactly unique or rare. When she finally gets close enough, though, she knows why.

There's a human, the scent standing out sharply now among all the wolves. Someone from the other side? Oh gods, they captured a human. Well that certainly wouldn't calm the recent increases in fighting.

Brianna tries to keep a low profile, mingling only to overhear what she's missed, but all too soon a heavy arm drapes over her shoulder and the pack leader's toothy grin is directed her way. They all missed her in the battle that day but it's okay, they've made sure she won't be left out. The task of the final victory had been 'gifted' to her. While the Republic was likely to try to negotiate the release of the hostage, there was no intent of giving the man back. They were going to prove their superiority by turning him. As she meets the leader's icy gaze, she knows this isn't just about sending a message to the other side. She'd been argumentative, rebellious even, and now she was being forced to prove her loyalty to the pack.

Briefly, as she makes her way toward where the unlucky mortal is being held, Brianna considers whether simply having to kill the human would sit better with her, though in this instance she's not entirely sure she wouldn't be punished for doing so. ]

[ poe wasn't just any human — he was a hunter. a hunter for the republic, unaware of his leader's wolf status. they were supposed to take down wolves from the order. shoot down first, questions never. that was only fair with how they were always abducting innocent people, as far as he saw it. he was a legacy, anyway — his parents were both hunters before him. he was very good at his job. reveled in the thrill of it, even.

although his luck was legendary and had felt infinite for a good long while, being captured was a sure sign it had run out. he knew going into no man's land after one of their allies had been taken was risky, but he had been feeling cocky. if he was going down, he was going to take some of the pack down in his wake.

but things had went sideways. he wasn't nearly as clever as he thought he was, and now he was going to pay for it. (after being beaten for information, of course. he looks worse for wear by the time brianna arrives.) "i'd rather have you kill me" is definitely the energy he's putting out into the world when their eyes finally lock. ]

I'm just gonna kill myself after you do it, you could save yourselves the trouble.

[ the fact that this is his current argument probably says something for how poorly this turn of events is going for him. ]

[ poe catches it reflexively, but doesn't really take in what he just caught until it's in his hand and he's staring down at it. training or not, he still never expected anything like this to be at his disposal, ever. (it takes all his inner strength to not externally express any excitement he's currently feeling.) ]

Yeah? How's it turn on?

[ after turning it in one hand to make sure he's not going to accidentally stab himself, he pushes the button his fingers graze against. and is still trying not to look like he's in awe of the shiny plasma that comes out, even if it is baby plasma for babies. ]

[ poe doesn't have enough fight in him to do anything besides let it happen. lets her run his hands all over him, lets her kiss him. not that he could do much against her physically — it's more like a mental relenting. he knows that it's kylo, he should still keep his guard up around her, but why? basking in the afterglow, he can't find it in him to care.

he is, in fact, maybe 25% not-awake when she touches his face and promises more. that wakes him up right quick. it's a bucket of ice water poured over his head (mostly because it's not so long ago that he's forgotten the "begging on all fours" thing.) ]

Getting started...?

[ She hums a sound of affirmation as she strokes her thumb across his cheek. ] Oh yes. There hasn't been the time or proper moment to fully test your stamina. I know you're capable of more, one little round isn't going to wear you out, not in the shape you're in.

[ Which, admittedly, she would need to start providing him access to the necessary facilities if she wanted him to keep that form she was rather enjoying being able to admire. Just one more reason for the collar, really. ]

Besides, you've gotten your first of the night but I still need mine. [ she adds as she trails her hand back down his body, taking her time but definitely on a mission. Her eyes linger on his face as she brushes her fingers along his cock, gentle even when she loosely curls her fingers around him to start to carefully stroke him once more, wanting to get him aroused again. ]

The hard part is deciding if I'd rather ride you first or properly break you in. [ Her heated smirk is an almost lazy one, nothing menacing for a change. Both were happening, of course, it was just a matter of order. And if she had the patience at the moment to move away from him to get what she would need. ]

[ yep, there it is. that makes sense. pleasing him was not the only thing she wanted, even if that was how his one brain-cell wanted to write it off so he could stop thinking and go to sleep.

his body is torn between wanting to take a nap (and using it as an escape) and feeling aroused again now that she's touching him. even if he is more sensitive in that post-orgasm glow. ]

I'm gonna need a minute.

[ he gets real snippy for a second there while being unable to do anything but lie down with his hands bound, taking her ministrations. do women not have refractory periods? (no poe, they don't.) ]

I know.

[ While she doesn't snap back at him, she does draw out the next stroke of her hand, stopping her hand so she can brush her thumb across the tip. Just because it was too soon for him to be ready to go yet didn't mean she couldn't still tease him.

Kylo shifts so she can reach up to run the fingers of her other hand through his hair, tugging slightly as she bends her head to nip at his jaw. ]

Get mouthy and I'll put that tongue of yours to work. It has been a little while since I've gotten to enjoy those talents of yours.

[ She continues the light teasing of her hand on his cock, half wanting him hard again before she does anything else and half just wanting to see if the attention so soon after release will make him squirm. Her mouth moves along his jaw to his ear, kissing the spot just below it and then brushing her lips against the shell of his ear. ]

Comfortable?

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wherein i try to convert space wars to werewolves and give you a new novel for the collection

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