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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]

[ Part of her — perhaps the small rational part unaffected by hormones and instincts — rarely felt certain of how Poe would react to her closeness. It's fair, really, considering their short history from before; considering who they are and what they've individually done in their lives. But perhaps on some level that contributes to how protective she is of him. Aside from her own desperate need for something, someone. For contact that isn't fighting, for affection, for being wanted as something other than a tool or weapon in someone else's arsenal.

She's never felt this before, and it's exhilarating in a way similar to some of her forays in using the Force. It probably should frighten or concern her, as she now has a living, breathing weakness. Instead she only wants more. Of everything.

That shudder draws her in and her other hand slides up his chest as she moves forward, not content to simply be close but walking them back until they meet a wall. With nowhere else to go she presses her body against his, gently pinning him against the wall, and she nips at his neck, tongue immediately chasing after to soothe. His scent is intoxicating, even when every ounce of his presence isn't calling out for her. The need she's picking up on doesn't hurt though.

As her teeth graze the soft skin, starting to worry a fresh mark on his neck, both her hands roam over his torso, following the lines of his muscles and drifting down to slide over his hips. ]

[followhim]

[ muscle memory panics when he’s pinned against the wall, but it’s quickly silenced by the newfound reassurance he has that she would never hurt him. she’s his mate, she’s here to protect him. obviously. part of him still feels like a bird trapped in a cage, cut off from his causes and unable to fly. but was this really so bad in exchange? it was becoming progressively harder to say.

he sucks in air like he has to actively remind his lungs to do it. he does his best to offer more of his neck to her; the attention is so good that he would be content to stay in this holding pattern forever.

would be, but they’re close and alone with the opportunity for more.

this time when he wants more, he’s not sure if it’s a rising heat, omega hormones in general, or just… him. it’s hard to really care when the rest of him is getting hard. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ She catches a brief hint of... something, a slight shift that has her subconsciously making a soothing sound, teeth drawing back so she can nuzzle affectionately at his neck. Whatever happened before, it's not now. And now she would never harm him, not even if she were upset with him. She might lash out at things but things were easily replaced, people were not. A mate could never be replaced.

And yet she had left him unprotected, because she didn't assume the worst might happen in her absence. She could have prevented it. She should have.

Her hands, which had started to move up his sides, instead trail back down, lingering at his hips a moment before continuing, and a moment later she's grabbing his thighs to lift him and shifting her own body closer to rock her hips against his. There's something strangely erotic to her about feeling his growing arousal against hers despite clothing in the way, or perhaps because of it. Clothes would all be gone soon enough, of course they would because she she needs to wash away any traces of wrong with her own scent, however right in this moment it's the closeness that registers as more important.

The nuzzling at his neck stops as she lifts her head to rub her cheek against his, then turns her head to kiss him, slow and searing until they both need to breathe. She sucks on his lower lip and her hips press into his, more than a little hint of what's to come. While she can only smell Poe now, that doesn't change her need to re-stake her claim, or to make sure the only other thing she can smell on him is herself. ]

[followhim]

[ a whine starts to rise up his throat when she stops attending to his neck, but it’s immediately quelled by the kiss. the kiss which is overwhelmingly good, leaving him breathless in its wake. he’s perfectly eager to rock his hips against hers, eager for the friction. he trusts that more will follow, because —

no. oh no. the math seemed to line up? as far as he could tell; he wasn’t exactly keeping a calendar. but maybe it was heat time again. maybe the shock to his system from hux’s assault followed by kylo’s anticipated (anticipated?) return triggered it early.

it was either that or she was genuinely arousing him on a completely normal day. and although that small stubborn sliver of himself refused to come to terms with the idea, maybe it wasn’t that bad.

after all, monsters were less scary when they were your monster. and she was going to tear hux apart for even coming near him. tearing hux apart because of him. something about envisioning that was so insanely appealing that a wave of slick gushes out of him. in that moment, he's left staring agape, pupils wide. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ Her hands encourage his legs to wrap around her and she keeps a grip on his thighs to support him, even if it's not entirely needed with the way her body's pressing against his. She could use the Force too but it's more satisfying for her to touch him.

As his arousal increases her nose twitches slightly, picking up on the scent, and it makes her harder, continuing to move her hips against his. If she had any doubts about whether he wanted her near — wanted her, period — the way his body's responding leaves no doubt.

She licks at his mouth, arching her back to try and press her body closer to his. There's an increasing desire for skin against skin, for nothing at all between them. A desire more easily accommodated elsewhere. Not that it isn't tempting to fuck him right here against the wall. But a wall was far from comfortable and if she wanted to get rough there were far more pleasurable ways to do it, especially when she knows her mate has been through a lot this day.

So rather than start to rid them both of clothing Kylo curls an arm around him for better support as she steps back from the wall. She's not used to carrying anyone like this but it hardly matters, there's no struggle or difficulty in her movement, her pace easy and steady as she takes them to the bedroom. Her mouth has gone back to his neck, sucking at the new mark she's made. It's deeply satisfying, seeing any mark she's made on his skin, and probably only the first of the night at that.

It's only once they're on the bed that she lifts her head again from his neck, brushing her lips along his jaw, licking at the corner of his mouth before raising her head entirely to look at him. Her eyes are dark but with desire, the way she gazes at him heated and hungry. Running her hands along the waist of his pants, she carefully untangles from him so she can unfasten his pants, shifting to stand at the end of the bed as she tugs them off, clearly expecting little resistance from him. ]

[followhim]

[ he entrusts her with his weight against her as she carries him to the bed — it’s easy to trust her to take care of him, to let all the negative thoughts he’d spent so much time harboring to drift away.

breathing feels like a long-forgotten skill as she keeps licking at the new mark on his neck. every word leaves his vocabulary except for “yes,” “more,” and her name. (“brianna.” she could be brianna. brianna felt like a deep personal secret between the two of them.) her mouth lifting lets unwelcome cold air in, but he’s quickly satiated by the way she tends to the rest of his face.

when their eyes meet, it’s clear that whatever resentment he might have held towards her in a time that feels like ages ago has melted away. his eyes are full of silent reverence, like she’s the reason there are stars in the sky.

he’s pliable onto the bed, and eager to be rid of his pants, considering how ruined they are by now. as she tugs them off, he’s happy to do his own shimmying to assist. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ Words can be funny things. Tone and inflection can make a world of difference in both meaning and reception, but the person saying them can be even more of a factor. She is who she is no matter what others choose to call her, or what she calls herself. But Poe using the name that remains forbidden among the First Order — she had yet seen no reason to do away with the now-unspoken rule — does something to her. Makes her feel things.

As does the way he looks at her, though there's the briefest moment where she feels the weight of that responsibility and it threatens to bring a flicker of anxiety with it, a sensation that thankfully gets drowned out rather swiftly by everything else. It's powerful, having someone react to her like this. Arousing too, and not just in the lustful sense, though that does have a fair amount of priority right now.

Her eyes trail over his body, drinking him in as she strips down, letting all she wears pile on the floor because she has far more important things to think about. Like closing the distance she's put between them and seeing how quickly she can get her scent all over him.

As soon as she's naked Brianna moves to join him, climbing onto the bed. Her hands slide up his legs and she bends her head to nuzzle the inside of his thigh. The scent of his arousal is so strong she can't help but linger, one hand splaying on his hip as she turns her head to brush her lips against his shaft, and her eyes flick upward to look at him. A moment later her other hand is curling around his cock and she bends her head further to lick at him, moaning softly from the taste and feeling her own cock throb, eager to be back inside him and thoroughly claim her mate. ]

[followhim]

[ he eagerly watches her strip down, skin itching with the fact that she had to !!!take a break!!! from touching him!! it's all he can do to not reach out and make grabby hands — although his hands do scramble to hold her as soon as she's within range again.

but then she's moving again, repositioning. his own cock had seemed less important in the scheme of things, but with brianna showing it attention, something in him ignites. he's so hard, and now precum has decided join his arousal in that whole downstairs party. ]

Thank you— thank you, alpha.

[ he did his best to make a whole sentence before going back to his mostly incoherent pleasure words. his hands give holding her a new try, and this time find purchase in her hair. he doesn't pull, but his fingers do tangle in there. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ His hands in her hair draw a sound from her, low and pleased and content. She can see and feel and taste her mate's need — for her — and it's a heady cocktail. She licks at his cock slowly, intently, rolling her eyes up to watch him watching her. Does she have to? No, but she wants to. She wants to make sure her mate knows how much she wants him, every inch of him.

When she finally pulls away it's with a soft whine, needing more. Needing to be closer to him.

Brianna nuzzles his chest, her hands spreading his legs some so she can settle comfortably between them as she gradually covers his body with hers. She kisses his throat, moaning low as her cock rubs against his. ]

Need you. [ she murmurs, mouthing at his skin, her hands running along his sides and touching anywhere she can reach. ]

[followhim]

Need you, too. I was waiting ...

[ he tries to manage a sentence, but the words get jumbled somewhere on the path between his brain and his mouth. just like they have been. why he continues to try is anyone's guess.

the array of sensations he's feeling now is overwhelming. he's pretty sure he's going to just melt into a puddle around brianna— and honestly he's okay with it. as she's at his throat, rubbing against him, he tries speaking again, hissing out ]

Take me.

[ poe with brain cells (okay, fine, one brain cell) would disapprove so hard of this romance novel talk, but where is he now? not here, that's for sure. ]

[umbraeternam]

[ Brianna doesn't need any further encouragement, and she's certainly not in a mood to keep either of them waiting.

Her lips move along his skin until she can nuzzle at the side of his neck, breathing in deep his scent. One hand settles at his hip as the other slides along his thigh and she pulls his leg up as she shifts her hips against his. A needy whine slips from her mouth as she rocks against him, the sound melting into a groan as she finds the right angle.

Both hands go to his hips, holding tight as she presses closer, and she can't help but bite the side of his neck as she feels him warm and wet around her. She curses, or at least she thinks she does, rocking her hips slowly against his to push further inside. Part of her feels a need for slow and steady but it's hard to hold back when it feels so good. ]