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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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[ she knows. she knows. he lets the words wash over him. she's his alpha (his, what's left of his brain elevated her from "an alpha" to "his alpha," and the rest of him was in no condition to complain), and she's going to take care of him. breathing can come a little easier.

that said, as soon as he's out of the restraints, all his hormonal impulses are clothing-related. getting his own clothing off, ripping her clothing off, just a whole all clothes must go situation. before those impulses can become a reality, though, she's hefting him off the ground and over her shoulders. where did??? the ground go??? one second it was there, and then it was gone. whoosh.

the thought is immediately gone (also — pride? what pride? there is not room for any scrap of pride in his entire body right now) with the realization that being carried by kylo meant being pressed against her. at least it means that he doesn't struggle — instead, all his energy goes into trying to rub against her. to melt into her, if he could. if his cells would allow. he's grabbing at her, he's trying to press his face into her shoulder to take in her scent that much better. he's a mess.

something in him quivers at the idea of displeasing her, worries that he's going to be scolded or commanded to stop. he would, of course, because pleasing her and being the best omega possible is number one on his priority list … but he wants her so much.

he mutters something against her shoulder, most likely "hurry."]

[ The closeness is a double-edged sword. On one hand it settles her concern because she knows with certainty no one else can lay their hands on him. Also, by removing him from holding she's removing a very dangerous problem.

But on the other hand it ramps up everything else. He's close but not close enough, not close in the way that she wants. Her hands want to roam and explore and grab and hold. All she can do at the moment is the latter. A task made more difficult by the way he seems unable to hold still. She should have anticipated it but it wasn't as if she'd had a whole lot of options. Also making it difficult is the fact that not all of her minds his efforts to clutch at and press against her. It's arousing in and of itself, the way he so blatantly needs her. ]

Settle down. [ Kylo finally hisses at him, her hands tightening their grip on him. It's a strange feeling, to not really want to scold him but knowing she has to. He's eating away at her control with every breath. His unique scent is all she can smell, all she wants to smell, and even as she walks she keeps thinking about how badly she wants to nuzzle against his skin the way she can feel him pressing his face against her.

Honestly, she's barely aware of the assorted staff they pass. They don't matter. The only person that matters is Poe. The only thing that matters is claiming him, making him hers, satisfying his need that's calling out to the deepest part of her. Kylo can hear her pulse pounding in her ears and her breathing is heavy in a way that has nothing to do with exertion. She feels warm, doubly so where his body is against hers, her clothing uncomfortable and burdensome. Why was it necessary? Why can't she just stop and shove him against the nearest wall and take what's hers? If she did that then everyone would know that he was spoken for. Everyone would hear how well she was capable of satisfying her omega and no one else could possibly compare.

Focus. It becomes a mantra in her head. Over and over until at last they reach her private chambers. When she was back fully in her right mind she would have to give thanks for all the meditation training her uncle had insisted upon when she was younger.

The door barely shuts behind them before Kylo falls to her knees, not from the weight but from how much effort it had taken to get them there. What little control remains is slipping fast through her fingers. There's at least enough of her logical mind left to unhook her saber from her belt and use the Force to put it safely on the other side of the room, far from physical reach. She'd never hurt her omega but why chance an accident happening if it could be avoided entirely.

And despite the need quickly taking over her senses Kylo is careful as she moves him from her shoulders. Well. Careful for however long it takes to do that as almost immediately she's trying to climb on top of him and press her body against his. Clothes are still in the way, she can't get at skin, but she needs to be close to him. Needs it like she needs to breathe. ]

Sorry, Alpha. [ he mutters into her shoulder again, trying to force himself to be still. he knows he just needs to be patient. stay still, stop squirming around for just a couple minutes, then they'll be alone in a place where she can take care of him. he wants to be taken by her. owned, controlled, fully dedicated to making her happy. all the cells the comprise every bit of his being got together and decided that was the best scenario possible.

as soon as they're in her quarters, he's on the ground with her pressed on top of him before he can even blink. not that he's complaining. he'd never. his heart his beating so fast; every inch of his body feels like something electric. he claws at her clothing as much as he can, which turns out to be not very much. they're too close, stuck in a loop of wanting to be stuck together and without clothes, but not wanting to take the seconds necessary to make the no-clothes part possible.

instead of trying to muster up the energy to think about it anymore, he gives in to his lizard brain's base needs and tries to press his face into her neck. her scent calms all the heat scrambling around inside him, he just needs it in his nose and all over him like a security blanket. ]

[ Now that they're finally somewhere safe, somewhere private, she stops fighting against biology. Her control is in shreds as it is, she couldn't have held out much longer if she wanted to. Later, much later, she would hate herself a little for allowing another person to have such an effect on her. It didn't matter that it was natural, that this was how she was meant to react. Under any other circumstances it wouldn't be acceptable.

But right now instinct is in control and as far as she's concerned, the world doesn't exist outside of the two of them. Her hands clutch at him, wanting to get rid of his clothing but simply wanting to grab onto him more. She needs to touch him, to have him. To make him hers in the most primal way. Her hips grind against his despite the damnedable fabric in their way, the friction only intensifying the ache of desire that throbs between her legs.

The feel of his face against her neck makes her shiver and go still for a moment. He needs her. She can sense it though there's no conscious use of her power, more an innate awareness than anything else, although arguably enhanced by her connection to the Force. His current need for comfort cuts through her own desires, tugging on instincts she forgot she even had. One hand cups the back of his head, fingers threading in his hair, and she turns her head to rub her cheek against his hair, nuzzling. ]

It's alright, I'll make everything better. I'll take care of what you need and make you mine. [ She's too amped up for her voice to not sound breathy but she means it, every word. Right then there's nothing she wants more than to claim him and keep him all to herself. The want is so intense she wouldn't hesitate to strike down any other alpha who even thought to try and take him from her. ]

[ he wants to push his head against her hand. lean into the touch. but moving from her neck feels impossible, so he's happy that she moves in closer instead. ]

Please. please. I need you to.

[ honestly if he had one single ounce of himself that hadn't been shaken around and overwhelmed by his heat, he would be disgusted right now. when he came down from the high, maybe he would be disgusted then. after they'd knotted and bonded and everything felt upside down and inside out. those are some things he could think about if he were able to think thoughts.

not much thinking going on right now, though. besides the needy begging. he shudders as she grinds against him, longing for more of the closeness. he continues pawing at her clothes, trying to find any hems/buttons/zippers he can grab to assist, but he can't focus enough to make any actual leeway. every time he tries to focus, it lasts a whole two seconds before it takes a sharp left into how it feels like he's on fire. ]

[ She makes a soothing sound, her other arm wrapping around his shoulders as she tries to press her body closer. ] I'm going to take care of you. [ She assures him, closing her eyes a moment as she breathes in his scent. She wants - needs - more. They both need more but more wasn't going to happen so long as clothing was still in their way.

Untangling herself from him, she sits up as her hands go to his shirt and she outright rips the fabric. It's in the way and she wants it gone, no deeper motivation at play. Her intent was to get them both naked but she gets distracted by the exposed skin and stronger scent of him.

Her hands run over his torso as she leans down, scraping her teeth over his chest. She nips a path up the middle of his chest and a soft growl comes from the back of her throat as she nudges his chin with the top of her head, wanting at his throat. The scent of him is so strong, heady and intoxicating, and she mouths at the tender skin. ]

Mine. [ The word is muffled against his skin and her hands clutch at him, nails digging in a little. ] All mine. Only mine.

[ it is not humanly possible for him to care any less about her ripping his shirt than he does. he stops trying to help her with her clothes, finding it preferable to be a malleable noodle person in her arms. still holding on to her but not really making effort towards doing much else. she knows what he wants, she'll take care of him. she said she would.

he's all too eager to bare his throat to her. he wants to be taken. to be hers. his dumb lizard brain is like "ahhh i hope she marks me." that would be ideal, wouldn't it? the general jackpot of a goal for every omega. ]

Mm, yeah, good, I wanna — [frantic mutterings give way to a moan he can't keep in, but he still tries to finish with ] I'm yours.

[ With the taste of his skin on her tongue and his scent surrounding her, she's not sure if she's ever wanted anyone, anything more. Frustration over the clothing situation has been tempered for the moment by finally being able to do what she wanted to from almost the moment she picked up on his scent. Kylo presses her face against his skin, nuzzling where neck and shoulder meet as she breathes him in deep. Her whole body tries to press closer to him, needy and hungry for contact. For anything. Everything.

Desire is thrumming through her but there's a louder beat in her blood as she loses herself in his scent. He's hers. This omega is hers, she wants it and he wants it and words have been said but she needs to do more.

Her nuzzling stops so she can nip at his skin, delicate almost. She drags her tongue over the spot just a touch higher, tasting, before she bites him properly, teeth pressing firm against his skin.

Claim, keep, mine. it's a litany in her head, beating in time with her heart as she lingers at his neck. She could break the skin but she doesn't, just barely, although how she has any measure of control over herself at the moment she doesn't know. Instinct is all she could attribute it to. Her instincts know what to do even if Kylo never dared to think she might truly claim someone as her own some day.

And while she's busy sliding her tongue and lips over the fresh mark on his neck, those instincts are reminding her of what else they both need. Her hands resume pulling at any and all clothing within reach, tearing without care as if the cloth that confines them was mere paper. Being enhanced by the Force came in handy sometimes. ]

[ the nipping makes his breath quiver with longing, wanting just that five percent more. just a little more. just a little harder. then he gets it. he moves to press his neck against her teeth. he can't make her break skin if she doesn't want to, but just the pressure against his scent gland is enough. it's something sharp but cool, like menthol.

some small sharp spike of panic rises in him when she pulls away, but it quickly recedes when he realizes what she's doing. these are necessary steps that need to happen. taking off clothes comes before not having any clothes. so he goes in to assist. it probably doesn't seem like he's doing very much since she's On It and also has the force on her side, but he's trying his best. pants are harder to rip than shirts so here he is to unbutton and unzip. ]

[ She doesn't want to move away any more than he doesn't want her to. As it is the shedding of clothing takes longer than it has to because she's hard-pressed to want to move from his neck, her teeth already worrying another mark on his shoulder. Oddly enough, the desire to linger is as much her own as it is her sensing that he likes her there.

Finally though, she convinces herself to draw back, sitting back on her heels so she can pull off her cloak and gloves, and push off what remains of her top. So much fabric, too many layers, far too many when she feels so hot and she needs his skin against hers. Boots and pants take more effort, though at least the pants get easily pushed over her hips thanks to his help. A little squirming and growling in frustration later and she's finally free of everything. Which feels wonderful but still not as good as she knows she's going to feel very shortly.

Her attention zeroes in on him and she's beyond eager to help rid him of the last of his clothes. Normally she'd take a second or two to enjoy the moment, to run her eyes over him and soak in the sight, but that's all noise for later when they're not so desperate for each other.

Climbing back on top of him, she shivers at the sensation of skin against skin. He feels so hot and she wants to sink her hands into that fire, to wrap it around her and let it feed her own until there's only one fire burning bright with intensity. Her mouth is back at his neck, biting again as her hips rock against his. She's hard and aching and mere contact isn't enough. Nowhere close to enough.

One of her hands takes a firm grasp of his thigh and draws his leg over her hip as she shifts a little, looking for the right angle. Almost... there. Her moan is muffled against his neck as her hips instinctively drive forward to take what's hers. As she sinks into him her mouth bites down hard and as she tastes his blood her hands hold more tightly to him.

Hers. Hers to own, to satisfy, to protect.

Later, complications would set in, without a doubt. But her instincts are clear and unwavering. This omega is hers. He's hers, and may the Force have mercy on any who would dare to harm him or take him from her. ]

[ poe takes a moment and drinks it all in. all of her. she's lithe and strong and beautiful; he wants to offer himself to her so much. be completely at her disposal. the part of him kicking and screaming to fight against it gets farther and farther away. isn't it easier to lean into this? he just needs time to get used to it. maybe after the heat, everything will feel normal. mhm, that's what his omega brain says. additionally, it offers up some helpful food for thought: imagine her doing all of the horrible monstrous shit he knows that she's capable of, only to protect him. that sends a tingle down his spine.

he's so ready for her he's basically a slip 'n slide and that's the truth. (like, he has a dick and it's also hard but that's kind of a secondary later problem right now. there's enough friction going on to assuage it. anyway — ) his legs wrap around her hips trying to bring her in deeper for more. anything for the knot. he has one (1) singular desire in this entire galaxy right now and it's being knotted by kylo ren.

his hands grab at her desperately, one finding purchase against her back and the other tangling into her hair. a vocal sigh from the back of his throat slips out when she bites so hard she breaks the skin. there's a sharp pain for a split second, but it washes away with the wave of pleasure that overtakes him. it's so good. everything inside him liquifies all over again. ]

[ The funny thing is, if she were capable of focusing enough to read his thoughts -- if she wanted to, which she doesn't, something ordinarily odd in and of itself -- she could easily confirm his instincts.

Kylo's never really had anything for herself, that's just hers. Sure she has her lightsaber, and her ship, but that's about it. She's certainly never had someone. That being one particular alpha instinct she fought for pretty much ever. (Jedi weren't supposed to have attachments, blah blah blah.) Doubly so once she became Snoke's apprentice. If she dared to show too much interest in someone, or worse, let her instincts guide her to an omega in need of an alpha, it only would have ended up horribly for all parties. Such a perfect lesson in pain and suffering it would have been. It was bad enough to be constantly compared to her elders, to be told whenever she failed that she would never live up to Vader, but if she failed one of the fundamental parts of being an alpha? That would've been a wound in her soul never to heal.

But those thoughts are far, far from her mind right now.

Her entire focus is on Poe. The way he smells, the way he tastes, the way he feels. Honestly she's not sure which arouses her more, how wet and warm he is around her cock or how hard his own is against her stomach. (That's a partial lie; her alpha side is more interested in the former, at least while heat and rut are in full effect.) It's the best of both worlds, really. She groans, muffled against his neck, at the way his legs wrap around her and he holds onto her. Such a simple thing but it feels so good.

Wanted. She feels wanted, needed, and it makes her drive her hips harder against his. Pulls a needy moan from her throat and makes her want him even more, if possible. The feel of that blissful heat taking all of her in finally causes her to lift her head and she kisses him hard, as if she needs to claim his mouth too. One of her arms slides around his waist and the other curls under his shoulder, holding him tightly as she begins grinding her hips against his, not wanting a breath of unnecessary distance between them as her knot swells and she works them both toward release. ]

[ wow. he's going into sensory overload. it's all so much, too much. it's like he can feel every skin cell, every air molecule. is this what he was missing the whole time? the suppressants numbed and dulled this whole part of him, and now it's ignited.

he can taste his own blood on her lips, and it's a major turn-on. he's eager to return the kiss; a moan slips out of him in the space it takes him to breathe. he can feel the knot starting to swell and instinctively clenches on it, trying to keep it in. the rest of him keeps trying to aggressively grind against her, looking for some kind of relief for his cock.

he feels like nothing but jumble of impulses and sensations and it's actually extremely satisfying? like some parts of him are melting into kylo ren. yes. he's here in the galaxy just for kylo ren. that 100% checks out and makes sense. it's easier to sink into that sense of belonging than to fight against it. ]

[ His moan makes her twitch and she immediately wants to hear it again. She wants to memorize his sound the same way she wanted to memorize his scent while she nuzzled at and bit him. These are important things. He is important. To her.

Kylo curses against his mouth as she feels his body grip her, hips bucking hard against his. She doesn't think they can get any closer but she's trying. Being absolutely as close as physically possible feels like the most vital thing in the world. She tries to hold him closer, kiss him harder. She just... she needs him like she needs to breathe. Even the Force is a secondary presence in her mind, so attuned as she is to sensation and everything that's happening in the moment.

She can feel the pressure building, the heat and pleasure that almost makes it hard to breathe. Oh, right, breaking a kiss to breathe once in awhile is a good thing. It simply feels so good, so right.

Whatever connection she once thought she had with Rey? It's nothing compared to what she feels right now.

There's no warning when her release hits. She feels a spike of intense pleasure-pain that makes her whole body tense and she tears her mouth from his to cry out. Her hands clutch at him, nails unintentionally scratching, and her hips instinctively press hard to his, as if there's some worry in the back of her alpha mind about separation. Not that she could draw back now if she wanted to, which she doesn't. There's not an ounce of her that wants anything other than this. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

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