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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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[ Oh. Oh.

Her hormones are like oooh Alpha take care of me. And in that way, she's left lazily doped up by how satisfying it is to have him attend her needs with little more than an announcement of her feelings. She hadn't even needed to ask. He just adjusted for her, taking caution, treating her like something precious. Rey croons.

She loses track of the truth, that it was a spiritual wound as much as physical.

But beyond the fact that he has cared for her, she has found that slow is exactly how she wants it right now. She has never had slow, gentle, loving sex before. Certainly not during a heat. Rey rolls her hips up into his, spreads her legs wider for him, welcomes him in properly now. Her muscles have relaxed for him, welcomed his presence. Accepted the physical need, even in the absence of a proper connection. ]

[ with no complaints or suggestions following, he decides that his assessment was correct and gives himself an internal pat on the back for being so attuned to his omega's needs. he can tell he was right not only because of that, but because of a whole shift in her body language. the way she loosens up, ready to melt into him.

at first, it's honestly a little hard to maintain the gentle pace he's started down instead of straight up wrecking her. because he wants to. so much. it's helpfully overpowered by how he wants to take care of her. omega's needs come first. what omega wants, omega gets, etc. once he starts thinking that way, it's fine. it's like he enters a mental flow zone.

he presses his face against her neck again. it helps take the edge off the pure want. is he — oh. he's already feeling another knot start to form. ]

[ It's the knot, the fact of anchoring himself in her and claiming her for his own and locking them together, which brings her over the edge. The pleasant start of the stretch adds stimulation, leaves her unable to draw anything but the shallowest of breaths as she grabs at the floor, trying to find something to hold onto as she starts to come apart.

It's a gradual thing this time. Not shaky and violent, but like slipping underwater, a warmth that rolls over her and drags her under until something shudders in the pit of her stomach and she whimpers and trembles as it pulses through her body, that climax, which only squeezes her tighter around his knot.

The fit makes her cry out. Not the orgasm itself, but the way that it makes his swelling knot feel larger, verging on the pleasant side of painful. She seethes with it, and a profane slew of grateful praise slips out — Thank you, Alpha, thank you thank youthankyou. Little of it coherent. ]

[ the way her body is trying to pull the knot up inside her, the way she so painfully wants him (or at least, you know, her body and her hormones do) makes him feel like he's on some top-of-the-line designer spice. every bit of her was made for him.

he comes again — with no refractory time in-between he's left feeling like "wow, that was a lot. was that my all of me?" but it's not a complaint. not really.

with her only maybe 30 percent coherent praise train, he feels the need to respond in kind. let her know what a good omega she was being. and she was good, truly and honestly. why would anyone discard her like that???? it was insane. murder is definitely going to come later. after eating and rehydrating and maybe taking a nap and then fucking for like two more days. then, then. murder. ]

You were so good. You're so good. It's okay, it's okay. You're perfect.

[ no one will ever be able to use this bathroom again. ]

[ Perfect brings a pink shade to her cheeks. She preens, nudging her nose at his neck, savoring the scent of him even through the brackish, repelling scent of Finn on him. He belongs to another. Her whole body screams with it, but it's in constant war with the way that he showers praise upon her.

She has never felt like a good omega until him. Still doesn't, in her rational non-lizard brain. A good omega doesn't steal Finn's alpha away and make him knot her on the floor of the refresher for nine years. But Poe makes her believe it in her heart of hearts (in her hormones of hormones). ]

Thank you, Alpha.

You can just call me Poe.

[ his brain is still undecided on how wrong this is. maybe it's a little wrong, but his instinct is to take and take and rey needed someone to protect her, so? look at her. look at the way she's latching onto him and also onto his every word. ( the part of him that isn't a hormonal mess would probably object with "that's because she's in heat, dipshit." or something like that. whatever.) ]

It's okay. I'd rather you call me by my name.

[ "finn doesn't call me alpha either" is a cool thing he almost says and then bites his tongue on as he thinks better of it. ]

[ Cognizance was nice. Rey knew her once. These days, though, Rey is exploring a new relationship with Base Instincts instead. She hums her satisfaction, squirming her hips to savor the way his knot keeps them locked together, and when she nods, it's distracted and hazy. ]

Poe.

[ She reaches for the name, and then licks at his neck. It feels like she's floating, her heart finally slowing, the panicked ache of her heat resolved into nesting instinct. ]

Whatever you want, Poe.

Rey ... Rey. [ if he says her name enough, he can drag her back to a place with less hormones. he puts a hand against her head — without moving her head from his neck. he likes the feeling too much. just like he enjoys the feeling of being stuck inside her, sinking into the warmth. he loses his train of thought for a moment. ] Rey.

When we ... [ before next time. when his knot recedes and they have like five minutes before rey's heat kicks back in. but he doesn't want to think about that right now. he tries, but all he can think about is how blissfully content rey seems right now, and how he doesn't want to ruin that by introducing the idea of him going down the hall real quick. ]

We're gonna need food soon. And water.

[ Her limbs coil tighter around him, betraying her reluctance. She doesn't want food; just him. Food won't keep her safe, food won't —

No. Not true. Food had been scarce, once. Now Poe wanted to provide that for her. Help her survive. Rey's actual literal history of starvation wars for a moment with her instincts, trying to reconcile the desperate codependency with the orphaned child living on vegmeat every other day. ]

Don't go, Al— [ She feels a flutter in her chest. No, he's right. He's not her Alpha. Her Alpha is gone, and this is Poe. He's helping, but he's not hers. She whines. ] Poe. Poe, Poe, ask Rose to bring it. Please. I need you.

I — [ he opens his mouth to argue with that, but he very quickly comes to terms with just how much he doesn't what to argue with it. rey may be an omega in heat but she is beautiful and smart and making good points. if he leaves the refresher floor, he's going to make like the "then perish" meme and disintegrate.

she's right. he can comm rose. rose was the one who tried to come at him like "ummm rey's in heat and i think she needs Assistance" while he was already rushing past her leaving a poe-shaped dust cloud behind him. she's complicit in this fuckery. ]

All right. I just gotta … [ the last word comes out with a little strain while he tries to reach for his pants without moving away from her. (or, in actuality, because that is not something he's physically capable of right now.)

the good news for news for everyone is that he manages. he digs his comm out of his pocket and makes his way through asking rose to bring them some lunchables with all the grace of a middle schooler trying to place a prank call. but he did it, and that's what's important. ]

There. She's coming.

[ Honestly aftercare right now is like crack. And so is keeping her in his arms instead of running off. Rey nuzzles into him, her nose rubbing against his throat, her hands roaming his back. She can't get enough of the physical contact thing right now.

And no wonder. She's reaching that part of heat where Rey as a consciousness is dimmer and Omega Rey is at the wheel, but even Omega Rey is so wrapped up in the strange conflict of wanting to be put-off by Poe's pheromones because he's not her Alpha and wanting to bask in it. ]

Thank you. Thank you. [ Repetitive and needy but genuine. It tells her she's good in all those fluffy nonverbal ways; that she has pleased him and now he's taking care of her. ]

[ if aftercare is crack, he is more than happy to provide; there's nothing better than seeing and feeling rey curl up against him, blissfully content. he'd do anything for her. murdering kylo ren in cold blood aside, he'd travel to the end of the galaxy just to get her a single cheeto. not even a whole bag. just a single cheeto. he presses his weight against her, trying to melt into her almost. ]

I told you, it's okay. [ all their conversations are probably going to be some variant of "thank you" and "it's okay" for the next ?? days and yet they won't have the brain cells available to feel any kind of way about it. ] I'm gonna take care of you. Whatever you want.

[ If we're being honest with ourselves, that's entirely true.

It is, however, broken up by Rose bringing them food and looking absolutely at a loss for what to do about the Finn thing. Unfortunately by that time neither of them are in a great place to chat through the serious issue of what the fuck are we gonna tell Finn. It's a fun new wave of heat time, and even with Rose standing there, Rey's keening like the omega in heat that she is and begging Poe to knot her.

Rose bails fast, getting the door shut so Rey's pleas don't echo up and down the hall.

It goes on like this for days. Literally. Let's be honest we don't need to go on and on with it. It's a lot of this. And by the end of it, Rey has stopped her conflicted whining about her alpha, her mate, and completely surrendered to those omega instincts. Which makes lucidity that much more of a bitch when she wakes up from one of her twenty minute comas with the fog piercing and Poe's knot deflated inside of her. ]

Poe. [ She groans, nudging his shoulder. Her mouth is dry. They're out of food and water. Every muscle in her body is like how about we just take three more days to recover after these three days of heat. Still she's jostling him awake too. ]

[ it's true. they had a great time with lots of boning. lots of knotting. very mating. at some point poe was like we've got five whole minutes between heatwaves for me to carry you to my room so we better make it count. rose and connix took turns with snack duty.

but now it's … over?? ? ? he's nudged awake and slowly realizes she's no longer fuck-or-die scented. something in his calms and settles. that calm is immediately replaced with an exhaustion that settles in his bones, but still. ]

Huh? What? [ and then, immediately, instinctually: ] Are you okay?

I need to go.

[ She's starting to pick herself up out of the bed, but she's obviously overtired and dizzy from the standard dehydration. At a certain point in heat, it's just impossible to hydrate fast enough. She was there. Now she's making the return trip. ]

I need to talk to Finn.

[ She gets as far as sliding one foot out of the bed, touching the floor. The sheets are soaked. The whole room smells of sex. She's covered in bodily fluids that she needs to rinse off first. But no, the only thing on her mind is going to Finn while scented by his alpha to try and make this right. ]

[ it wasn't that he had forgotten finn — that was literally impossible; sometimes he suspected they may even be soulmates because they were that close and he very strongly believed that ~the force brought them together. no, instead, anything that wasn't riding out a rut that may or may not have been triggered by a different omega in heat. and it was so intense that he got mating bite-y about it.

it makes his stomach churn in a way that it probably shouldn't. he was really high on some "they're gonna be sister wives and like it" alpha hormones during that whole thing. that feeling sure has drifted away in the coming down stage.

because, as he is about to point out: ]

Rey, no. Don't — you gotta clean up first. He's already gonna know. [ poe, now lucid, is not deluded enough to think that finn was walking around like "why haven't i seen poe in days while the door to his room is locked and oh yeah it definitely smells like rey and poe having lots of sex in there?? ?" ] Don't make it worse.

'Don't make it worse'?

[ Omega brain is gone. Omega brain has given way for Rey's tense frustration, and as she gets up out of the bed, she turns around to look at him on shaky legs. She's no longer like iyaaan alpha thanks for the good fuck. She's no longer like oh no I'm so terrible how dare I enjoy this. Because that was omega brain enjoying it. Not Rey. ]

I never wanted any of this.

[ She snarls that out. She isn't gonna sit around and hear about how much worse she is making it when she hadn't made it this way in the first place. ]

Neither did I! [ he's just going to snap right back. mindless heat/rut fucking is a two way street. ]

I just don't want Finn to get hurt more than he's already gonna be. [ he thought she'd appreciate that, but she can go off. ] Than he already is. I wasn't saying it's your fault. I was thinking about Finn.

Don't do that. Don't try to make it sound like I don't care about him.

[ She quiets a little at least. But honestly the more sobering part, somehow, is that it's a reminder that she's never going to be first between the three of them. She's never going to be the person who's most important. There was only one person in the galaxy who'd prioritize her over others, and she'd left him — out of necessity, yes, but it's perilously difficult to process the loss of a mate. That's a forever loss. ]

I wasn't trying to.

[ he wants to explain until he can get her to understand — but he's still a little hopped up on alpha hormones, and that part of him is seriously detesting how much she's trying to fight him. but he knows that's all it is, so he tries to push it down. ]

Look. Before you — I wasn't trying to do that. You know, claim you. Like that. But if you wanted to, you could be with me. With us.

How can I be with you if I can't even speak to him without cleaning up first?

[ Or at least, choosing that path would 'make it worse.' It's hardly a promising hint for how this might go for the three of them if they tried. Finn would resent her. Finn will already resent her. Not for the first time, Rey damns herself for being born like this. ]

[ he relents. it's at this point he realizes that literally anything he says will be wrong and any choice he makes will end poorly. he fucked up real bad and real hard. (ha ha innuendo.) ]

Go on, then.

[ it's not angry, but it is firm. BYE. a command that finally actually belongs to 100% of him. ]

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