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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
clutches my chest
he sees some of that in finn. he really appreciates that part of finn. it's complementary to him, but different in its own way. the same destination that took a different path to be there. he was shaped into selflessness by his parents, by his upbringing, by a world that hadn't tried to crush him. he was a flower that got to grow in a nice well-tended garden
and finn was a flower who still somehow managed to grow out of a crack in the concrete. he came out good when he had no reason to, nothing and no one to guide him toward being that way. he was good just because that was how he was. innately.
that was worth more. to poe, anyway.
true, some of this might be … poe building finn up in his own head. putting him on a pedestal. thinking things like he decided to stick with the resistance out of the goodness of his heart and not just because it was a convenient place to run away to. not seeing his flight risk nature for what it is either because he's unable or unwilling.
to him, it's all small stuff. minor details. he can see the big picture, the picture where finn is good and brave and the best person in the entire galaxy, and he knows that's true. he's as sure of it as he's ever been sure of anything, and he tends to be very sure of most of the thoughts he thinks.
he hadn't wanted to commit himself to the whole alpha/omega dichotomy because he'd thought it'd be like giving something up. giving away some part of himself to someone else, having some sort of duty or responsibility when all he wanted was to give his entire self to the resistance. he couldn't be as blindly reckless as he wanted if there was another person holding him back.
but it wasn't like that at all? he was wrong. so wrong. finn was like him in the broad strokes, in the ways that mattered, the impulse and action, but he was more realistic. more grounded. not in a way that made poe feel held back, but in a way that made him feel just better. sharper. full 100. completed.
kind of like how he feels right now, in the throes of everything. something about the ragged edges of finn's voice sends a shiver down his spine.]
Always.
[what kind of ??? dramatic ??? i mean, it's fine, he's dramatic. it's on-brand. and he means it. he's gonna be personally responsible for giving finn that good d, always for the rest of forever.
he can feel the fuse already lit inside him, the feverishness building to something more. where he had a purposeful boning pace before, he becomes more erratic. harder with both the thrusting and pumping at finn's dick, wanting to chase after the intensity of the feeling.]
Finn —
[he felt the need to tell him he was going to climax soon. but the words aren't making it out — which is par for the course, really. but he likes saying his name. how it sounds in his mouth. his name, the one he gave him that no one could ever take away.]
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it's worth losing the steady rhythm to feel poe's hand tighten, the way his thrusts start hitting home harder.
it's definitely worth hearing the way he says his name. how many heads on how many platters to ensure that he gets to hear poe say his name that way many times over the course of years. because his name is the first and best thing poe ever gave him, and poe gave it to him, and it sounds about a hundred times better right now than it possibly ever has. it's like it travels the length of his body, a tiny zap of electricity.
finn responds immediately, some kind of guttural moan that might have been conceptualized as a word once upon a time? probably something similar to yeah, but the truth is lost to time. it just falls out of him like it's been waiting for its chance this whole time, before he can help it.
his breath starts to cut short. his fingers spasm a little where he's gripping the back of poe's neck, like they're somehow gonna find more solid purchase than they already had. he forces his eyes back open, because it makes it better, because he wants to see--
so don't worry fam he's got this. finn will finish first in the orgasm race today, with what can only be called an involuntary upward twitch, as if it is somehow possible to get poe any closer or any deeper into him at this particular point in time. rational thought about things that are physically impossible can wait for another day. dumb carnal animal brain wins this time. ]
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it's funny how the scope of the world narrows down, how the only sensation in the entire universe is finn's hand trying to dig into his neck for dear life. another singular sensation crashes the party and it's finn's body spasming against his own. a wave of satisfaction rolls through him; he did that, he made finn come and no one man should have all that power.
there's a sharp intake of breath followed by his hips bucking against finn's a couple times as he follows suit. his mind goes all white and static-y as he comes hard inside finn, finishing with one final weak jolt as he collapses against him.
ah yes, the void of the afterglow. he's just kind of enjoying the moment. not bothered at all by the stickiness of finn-jizz pressed between them mixing with the sweat. there's a calmness now. he feels at ease. all his cells were like "HOLD HANDS WITH FINN'S CELLS" and now they're like "yeah that's close enough good job." ]
That was ... we should do that forever.
[/romance. he tried.]
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but this is good. that instant feeling of accomplishment when poe's hips jerk, enough to ride out a little bit of aftershock. and the way the frenzy of it dissipates, the way poe flops down right on top of him, warm and knotted in. the legend of zelda chest-opening music of being an omega is successfully taming the d and getting the knot, and we all know it. finn relinquishes his neck grip in favor of carding his fingers through poe's hair a little.
this is much better than the finalizer. they can chill and be chill, and finn can ride the waves of his own "everything is cool and safe rn" high without the "someone is going to call you a traitor and murder you" possibility tempering it. ]
Might have to reschedule a few things. [ but it's not like.... a bad hypothetical. boning forever. he'd run that marathon if they didn't have to turn down for what for a war. ]
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it's fine, though. it's more of a play-groan, because he's not actually thinking that much about it. or that much about anything at all. he can just lay here and sink into that warm, lazy post-orgasm feeling without having to put it on pause to do physics equations and fight gravity. his limbs can be noodles in peace. he can enjoy being knotted in without that being a factor to overcome in said physics equation. man, the finalizer was a wild ride from start to finish.
his hands come to rest against finn's shoulders, head next to his ig because they're basically the exact same height and size. a head against chest kind of move would require a bigger range of motion than he's currently capable of. but this is great, he can continue his quest to stare at finn mindlessly while also taking in his scent some more. again. like he hasn't been doing either of those things the whole damn time. additionally — finn playing with his hair is a very satisfying sensation.]
C'mon, it can wait. What if — we couldn't stay here forever, but I bet we could hide in a starfighter.
[yep, he wants to do it titanic-style. that's his brilliant plan. not like anyone will ever go in the hangar or want to use one of the like five starfighters left for actually blowing things up. it's not a great idea. but to be fair, it's still a miracle he got this far in thinking thoughts at all. ]
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relaxing For Real is great? it's always been kind of a "sounds fake, would probably be nice" concept before, but this is legit. he thinks he might be actually relaxed right now. he's keeping poe. forever. poe's right, forget doing stuff, this is the dream.
finn laughs, in the traditional quiet huff form. ]
What, are we starting a life on the run inside the Millennium Falcon?
[ the scooby doo hallway chase of staring at and smelling each other while avoiding responsibility. ideal. ]
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No. ... Yes. Maybe. Shut up.
[and then he covers finn's face with his hand. his signature "it's time to be quiet while i'm on my bullshit" move. this is how you really treat the ones you love.]
I was thinking of places to be alone. [i don't know why he put so much emphasis on "thinking" because he clearly did not.] I get how it sounds, though. Now. But ... maybe we could get away. Just for a little while. Like, a few hours.
[THE RESISTANCE IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING who??? i don't know her. the resistance is the most important thing can wait a few hours damn it. and also, he has not removed his hand from finn's face. finn is still being held captive for this bullshit.]
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he licks poe's hand like a mature adult, which is pointless when he also just reaches up to pull it off of his face. but it was the principle of the matter. how can he talk with a hand papped onto his face, and why is his alpha so rude. ]
I could squeeze in a few hours. I mean, how much could they even need us in a few hours, right?
[ that's quality convo time. maybe he'll learn poe's middle name. or some stuff he's done in his life. and it's quality boning time. he knows he can't get pregnant for Reasons I Guess. reasons that i haven't 100% thought of because i'm still tired but w/e i'll figure it out. the point is he might as well focus on the positive aspects by cashing some horniness checks.
now that he's a gay who can't drive instead of a virgin who can't drive. ]
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Probably ... not much. I'm pretty sure. 83 percent sure.
[1) his middle name is obviously elizabeth; 2) i've thought about it as a professional overthinker and decided he either has ??birth control?? or it's one of those a/b/o verses where omegas can't get pregnant unless they're in heat. or something. you're welcome; 3) he's been a gay that can't drive for at least a few days!!! but this time is probably the superior first time to remember. ur not wrong.
anyway that essay was to disguise the not much to report otherwise. poe is still just hangin' out. chillin'. he kisses finn on the cheek because why not.]
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these two are mature grownups and that's all there is to it. ]
83 percent sure? [ IS HE IMPRESSED? OFFENDED? WHO KNOWS. ] Where are you getting your numbers?
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BB-8 calculated the probability.
[ 1) bb-8 isn't even in this fuckin room and 2) he is not telepathically linked to his droid. this dumbass. he just knows arbitrary numbers make you sound smarter. his brain came back online just for that. truly a miracle.]
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[ that's right. he's gonna take................ a nap. they're on dick lockdown and he's thriving on that biological "yep you're basically invulnerable rn bc you put a metaphorical ring on an alpha, good job" vibe this time around. now that there's practically zero chance of a stormtrooper busting in to shoot them in the next five minutes.
there'll never be a better time to take a nap than this time. obviously. ]
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