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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]

[ 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. ]