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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]

[ 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. ]

[followhim]

[ 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. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ 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. ]

[followhim]

[ 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. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ 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. ]