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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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[ he can't stop the scowl that crosses his face as she speaks. at everything she says, in general. her wording still makes him feel more like an animal than a person. (and he still doesn't like the idea of encountering anyone else, even if it would beat just staring at the ceiling waiting for the next meal. he already knows how most of the first order officers see him at this point. having it confirmed for them makes his stomach twist.)

"new room" doesn't make him feel any better, either. that said, he doesn't actually argue while starting to take off his clothes. he knows it's part of his wall being whittled down, but fighting has been exhausting. ]

What are you making me do now?

[ Though she feels the urge Kylo doesn't smirk in satisfaction when he doesn't so much as protest. Yes, yes it definitely feels like it's the right time for a few changes. She'll be curious to see how he takes to his new privileges. ]

Perhaps I want to see just how well you healed up.

[ Which she does, but it's unlikely to be the only reason for her demand.

Her eyes trail over him more slowly as she approaches, not lingering anywhere in particular. She comes close enough to touch but doesn't, at least not right away. Instead she walks around him, gaze seeking out where she recalls injuring him. It's then that a hand ghosts along his spine and she hums a soft sound that might be approval; others might have expected her to want to see scars or lingering effects of what she recently did to him, but that hadn't been the purpose of the torture. ]

Maybe I just want to admire what's mine. [ The words come as her hand slides over his ass and gives a light squeeze. ]

[ his jaw clenches again. he hasn't seen for himself what traces of her damage may or may not remain (faint scars, nothing that won't heal with more time). all he knows is that it doesn't hurt anymore, and that's enough for him at this point. the scars don't matter. they'll disappear and then be written over with fresh ones, over and over. at least, that's how it feels.

it was hard to not flinch from her touch. it was unclear, even to himself, if that was because he was expecting more pain or if it was because of who she was in the first place. a mix of both, most likely.

he'd tried to keep it to that. the flinching escaped him, but he'd hoped he could keep himself otherwise blank-faced while she assessed him like a piece of meat. unfortunately, his composure crumbles when she grabs at his ass. the action mixed with the words leave him with a shocked and sour expression. ]

I'm not -- [ the "i'm not yours" argument felt more difficult to back up while wearing an actual slave collar. the evidence to the contrary was crumpling up in front of him. ] I'm not yours. [ he says it anyway. ] Don't do that.

[ A brow arches at his protest — though she does note he doesn't try to brush off her hand or move away. The futile protest only makes her linger behind him, stepping in closer to Poe and lightly resting both hands on his hips. ]

Oh, but you are. [ she leans down to all but purr near his ear, her hands doing nothing but simply resting on his skin, almost as if daring him to push them away. ] You, Poe Dameron, former pride of the Resistance, belong to me now. And I will do whatever I desire with and to you.

Try and lie to yourself all you want but deep down you know it's true.

[ Kylo steps away then, dropping her hands and trailing her eyes down his backside like a caress. Perhaps he wasn't interested at the moment, but this was definitely a little bit of foreplay for her. Surely he would prefer this to her bloodying him again?

Heading into the adjoining bedroom (large, luxurious as one might expect for someone in her position, done up in blacks and charcoal and accents of red similar to how she redecorated the throne room), the lights coming on automatically at sensing someone in the room, she doesn't bother to glance Poe's way as she starts to disrobe. There's nowhere for him to go; this is her domain, if she were concerned about him being momentarily out of sight she would have had him bound. As she steps out of her boots so she can remove her pants she calls over her shoulder, ] Don't be shy now. I'll move you if I have to but I don't think you'd enjoy that.

[ it's true. he knows it's true and he hates it. no matter how he tries to argue and complain, it doesn't make it any less true. it is just that — ineffectual complaining.

maybe... maybe? maybe he should try to play the game. he could still "belong" to her and try to escape. maybe it would be easier. she was already letting him out of confinement.

and that's why... he says nothing. his face stays as it was, still soured, but no words come out. the closest thing to acceptance he'd give.

also: he still doesn't push her away. he forgot he could do that. he literally forgot that was a thing he could do until she's pressed against him, grabbing his hips. and by then, it's too late to do anything. she stepped away. beat him to the punch.

he reluctantly follows after her, trying to ignore the prickle of the air against his skin. however, he doesn't move any closer to approach her. he's standing in the bedroom, he did his part. and, anyway, ]

Where do you want me?

[ As she straightens, folding her pants before tossing them in a basket with the rest of her clothes, she can't help a small pleased smile at seeing him near. For a brief moment she wants to gloat — how she's clearly broken him down, how easily he obeys — but she catches herself and holds such urges back. She doesn't want to spoil this. Whether it's him relenting for the time being or actually choosing to be obedient, she'll take it. Savor it. And tuck it away in her mind for the next time she needs to wear him down or humiliate him by bringing up things he's done willingly. ]

On all fours begging me to fuck you. [ she casually replies, one hand pushing her hair behind her shoulder as she looks at him, the side of her mouth curling up in a smirk. ] Well, that's one thing I want, but we can work up to that.

[ Absently wetting her lips, she cants her head toward the bed. ] I'll settle for you getting comfortable on the bed.

[ And in the meantime she moves to finish undressing, having stripped down to her underwear. Though there's a momentarily distraction of her datapad chiming in the other room. Kylo growls under her breath and walks to the doorway so she can extend a hand and summon the object to her, tapping on the screen. ] Don't bother me with anything short of a genuine emergency or it will be the last time you do. [ she snaps at whoever's on the screen, closing the line of communication as quickly as it was opened. Another tap to mute the device, and her comm in general — those who might need to reach her know how — and she drops the device on top of a dresser with a slight huff. ]

[ he takes that brief moment of distraction to skim the room with his eyes for exits — an almost instinctual habit now; there were clearly no results to yield, but he couldn't stop himself from looking anyway. ]

Yeah, I bet you would.

[ it's a disgusted mutter to himself instead of outright backtalk this time. all the same, he gets on the bed. he's not being obedient because he's broken, he's... making it easier for himself? biding his time? right. those are solid reasons. denial is a river in star wars egypt.

that said, he sits on the bed. not on all fours. he's currently working on giving as little of himself to her commands as possible. ]

[ The muttering doesn't bother her. In a different mood it would, but not tonight, and not when he's being fairly well-behaved. Bra and panties cast aside with her other clothes, and a double-check to make sure there shouldn't be any further interruptions, she makes an idle gesture with one hand to have the bedroom door shut before she turns her focus to the bed. Nothing necessary but it's a personal preference, that extra touch of privacy.

And perhaps a small note of finality, that Poe's not currently going anywhere unless she chooses to let him.

There's nothing remotely demure or shy about the way she approaches him and, taking note of his seated position, she doesn't hesitate to swing a leg over his lap and straddle his thighs. A hand goes to his chest but she doesn't push him back on the bed, just lightly moving her hand to where she can feel his heartbeat under her palm. ]

I've been looking forward to this. [ she tells him, her other hand coming up to touch the side of his face, almost tenderly. Her fingers slip under his chin to tilt his head up as she leans down to kiss him. More a brushing of lips, really, and she nips at his lower lip as her eyes, already a little dark with lust, run over his face. ] I haven't gotten to see a real test of your stamina yet. I do hope you don't disappoint.

[ his heartbeat quickens under her palm, somewhere between scared and aroused.

when she kisses him, he doesn't really react. just sort of sits there and lets it happen to him. it's the most he can do to not push her away. he doesn't want this, but his physicality is a frog in boiling water.

all he can say is ]

Uh-huh.

[ that's the most "obedient" he can be while trying to play what he's decided is a game. that's the most he can pull out of himself. ]

[ As she lingers near she catches on that thought, on his desire for distance. It makes her tilt her head ever so slightly like catching a distant sound though her gaze and attention never leaves him. ]

Don't want to touch me, hmm? [ It comes out more a statement than a question. ] Well, if that's the case...

[ She lightly shrugs a shoulder, as if it's not a problem. It's then that she does push him back against the bed, although not nearly as hard as she could. She moves with him, leaning over him and sliding her hands along his arms as she moves to pull them over his head.

Her lips find his again in a brief, proper kiss, partly wanting to see if he'll yield at all or keep trying to not be an active participant. Regardless, when she lifts her head she also takes a hand off him to reach to the side, and there's a slight stirring of the air as she summons a set of restraints to her hand. Cuffs but definitely not the sort used in any official capacity. She doesn't hesitate to snap them around his wrists as soon as she has the chance. ]

[ he gives in inasmuch as he starts becoming a participant in the kiss, mostly because he thinks it might help him escape whatever fate is coming when she grabs and pulls his areas above his head. instead of the reward of freedom, they're quickly handcuffed. it's only then that he tries to struggle, trying to pull them off. it sets off a panic instinct. too much like the finalizer.

why didn't he try to struggle earlier?. or for the split second she wasn't touching him? it keeps happening. it keeps not even occurring to him to struggle. at least, not while her touching him is happening. he could pretend it's because he's playing her game deliberately, but deep down he knows some part of his brain is broken. it keeps happening and he keeps surviving it, so it's become something almost acceptable.

this is awful. he hates it. she's winning. ]

Seems like you've got it under control.

[ ugh no WRONG THING TO SAY.]

[ When he starts to struggle she sits back a little, just observing and not trying to stop him. Perhaps if he gets it out of his system now he'll be less likely to struggle and fight her later. Not that it ultimately matters, she's going to get what she wants regardless, but as time passes it's increasingly interesting to her what does and doesn't merit fighting against.

The comment earns a warm, almost flirtatious laugh from her. ]

Oh, I've certainly got you under control.

[ As if to further prove her point she reaches a hand out for her belt and uses it to securely attach the cuffs to the headboard, or at least securely enough for the time being. She hums a little sound of content as she trails her hands down his arms, and leans down, seeming like she's going to kiss him again but then changes her mind. ]

Should I choke you now and we'll see just how quickly you get hard? [ Her fingers brush the base of his throat, stroking the tender skin. ] Last time was, mmm, most enjoyable for both of us.

[ It's tempting but there's plenty of other options on her mind. She bends her head to graze her teeth along his collarbone and she starts to make her way down his body, her hands leading the way. A brush of lips here, a nip of teeth there. Taking her time since this is the first she's gotten to really explore.

One of her hands curls around the length of him, almost lazily stroking him. She presses a kiss to his hip and lifts her head enough to look up the length of his body at him. She's sure if she asked he'd claim he was hating every moment, but was he really? Her lips curl in a sly grin and she stops her stroking as she moves her head to lick at him once, twice, and then wraps her lips around the tip as she delicately teases him with her tongue. ]

[ he's caught in another moment of not wanting to admit she's right. she drew out something latent when she tried to choke him, and now he's afraid of it coming back. and how much he'll want it when it does. she can feel him swallow under her touch.

being touched by her in a light, intimate way — with no way to fight back — makes it feel like something in him is unraveling. he's a sweater she keeps tugging at the loose string of, until he unfurls completely.

he finds himself shuddering as she shows attention to his cock — but the noise is something pleasured. he hates it. he hates it, he needs to hate it. hating it is how he still feels like himself.

however — he likes how it feels; his body is in disagreement with his interal protest as he hardens in her hand. his hips try to buck up to meet her, even though he's trying to control himself. rational thoughts are evaporating.

he doesn't want to look at her, but he doesn't trust her enough to close his eyes and just let it happen. so he ends up starting in that directon… sort of. focusing on a spot of light behind her. ]

[ She lifts her head for a moment as his hips move but she doesn't scold the action or take the moment to draw further attention to how his body clearly doesn't mind her attention. At a different time, yes, not right now. She's enjoying — and trying to mentally note — his reactions. Enjoying making him want.

Her hands move to his hips, simply resting there more than making an effort to hold him still, and she tilts her head so she can run her tongue along the underside of his cock. When she takes him in her mouth again it's not simply to tease, slowly but steadily drawing him deeper. She rolls her eyes up to watch him as she does so, noting how he can't — or won't — quite look at her.

After another minute or two she pulls back, slowly licking her lips, but she lingers close enough for her breath to fan his skin. ]

Does it feel good, Poe? Do you want more? [ Her tone is lower, more intimate like her touch. Her hands, drifting from his hips, run along his thighs as she continues to look up toward his face. ] All you have to do is ask...

[ drawing attention to his enjoyment feels like being a child with their hand caught in the cookie jar. he does want more. he knows she has to know. she has to be able to sense it through the force — however that works.

but having to say it out loud is its own kind of mental torture. it's admitting and putting a voice to the obvious. not being able to hide behind denial.

feeling like his body belongs more to her than it does to himself. ]

No.

[ mumbling the word felt like running in the opposite direction of what he actually wanted. his insides ache with it. ]

No, I don't… don't wanna say it.

[ you can't make me say it. only, of course, she can. ]

[ Shifting, she starts to work her way up his body, lips brushing his skin but only that, her hands on the bed this time and purposely not touching him. It's a little bit teasing herself to be honest but she's confident the end result will be worth it. Her mouth leaves a path up to one shoulder, turning her head then to kiss the side of his neck above the collar, and then further up to his ear. ]

If you don't tell me what you want, I can't give it to you. [ She nuzzles against him, the motion seemingly affectionate. ] What are you afraid of, Poe? How good I can make you feel? How much pleasure I can give you?

[ One of her hands finally starts to touch him again, albeit probably not where he most wants, her fingers running over his hip and down to stroke his inner thigh. She lifts her head to try and catch his gaze but she doesn't outright make him look at her. At least not right now. He's being stubborn, sure, but he's not fighting; she can reward him for that. ]

[ it's increasingly difficult to think, with the way she's teasing him. he cranes his neck away from her, like he's trying to give her more free real estate for necking instead of putting a more deliberate effort into not looking at her. it's definitely the latter, but maybe….. maybe he doesn't completely hate the former.

that said, the words still spill out of him — ]

I don't want any pleasure from you.

[ followed by a smaller, more watery admission. ]

I don't want it to be you.

[ like he could just wish her away into literally anyone else? he doesn't know what he's saying, not really. he's trying desperately not to think about how much he wants her to touch his cock again instead of his thigh. ]

[ She's happy to take advantage of his movement, grazing lips and teeth against his tender skin. Acquainting herself with the taste and scent of him. As she starts to leave a faint mark high on his neck her fingers rub slow circles along his inner thigh. ]

You say that but your actions say something different. Your body wants it. Wants me.

[ Her head lifts slightly to look down his body as she finally returns to his cock, loosely curling her fingers around him and beginning to slowly stroke. ]

Don't you understand, Poe? I'm giving you a chance to tell me what you want, and how you want it. [ Her lips brush against his ear, continuing to stroke him while she talks. ] I thought you liked having a say? I mean, those recordings from your droid gave me plenty to work with, but I'd rather hear it directly from you. Tell me what makes you quiver and ache and hunger for more...

[ She tightens her grip, working him with intent and not simply to tease, trying to see if she can successfully coax him to tell her what she wants. Sure, she could use the Force, or she could ignore his potential wants entirely, but that's not the name of the game tonight. They've already well-established how she can make him suffer in too many creative ways, but she can bestow the opposite too, whether he wants the pleasure or not. ]

[ it feels wrong to say it, because so many of his kinks are... basically the same as things she could do or even has already done to him, but with him in charge of the narrative. handcuffs are different when the person holding the keys isn't some kind of sociopath. he doesn't know how to say that he likes it rough to someone who probably thinks stabbing him is foreplay. ]

I ... I like it. I like being tied up and blindfolded. I like it when it hurts a little.

[ it feels like something being ripped out of him instead of information given freely. staying a step ahead of the force by spitting it out himself. ]

But not you. It's too real with you. It's not the same.

[ is it? isn't it? he can't think too much about it while she's stroking him. or much about anything at all. ]

Mm, that wasn't so difficult now, was it? [ Said as if she doesn't know why he would want to try and hold back such admissions, even if just out of stubbornness.

She kisses the spot just below his ear as she keeps stroking him, and she shifts so she can straddle one of his thighs, her own body desiring more contact with his. ]

Too real? Why, because I push your limits? [ Push, ignore; same difference, right? Her hand slows and grip loosens, only running her fingertips along his sensitive skin. Teasing him as she relishes the desire she can sense from him. ] Or perhaps that's just your current excuse so you can deny how you enjoy the way I make you feel.

[ because you try to kill me. that's what's on the edge of his tongue, but it doesn't come out. because it's not exactly true, is it? toying with him? yes, constantly. but she's made it pretty clear that killing him isn't on the menu, at least for now. (probably because he'd prefer it.)

with that revelation washing over him... maybe she has a point? maybe he's just denying because he doesn't know what it would mean if he'd just let himself enjoy her attention. (it would be moving the line. he hates how the line keeps moving, but he doesn't know how to stop it.) ]

Yeah, that. ... Pushing.

[ he spends a split second moving to touch her before he remembers he's still cuffed to the bed. his neck feels a little sore where he's certain she marked him, but he's throwing it into the bonfire of things he's trying not to think about. better to direct his attention towards the present: how hard he is, and how the teasing just makes him want the attention more. his hips rock towards her, into her given her current position. ]

[ She hums an approving sound at his movement, rocking her hips slightly against his thigh. The pressure's nice but more would be nice too. The downside to so many options is trying to decide between them.

Though she does have an idea, given how he's behaving and what she's getting him to share with her. She'll have to wait a bit longer to get off, but then, she's intending on it being a long night so what's having to be a little more patient?

Kylo pulls away slightly to move back down the bed and nudges his legs apart enough so she can kneel between them. Her hands slide up his thighs as she leans down to lick at his cock, turning her head so she can run her tongue along the length of him. Though her hands settle on his hips she doesn't really apply pressure like she intends to hold him down, simply touching him. ]

Tell me what else you like. There's no judgment here. [ Another lick, from tip to base, and she turns her head to kiss the inside of his thigh. ] Do you like being teased when you're tied up? Having to beg?

[ She doesn't wait for him to speak before returning her attention to his cock, wrapping her lips around him. Without hesitation she starts working him over with her mouth like she was a little earlier, taking him deeper with each downward movement. She's aware he might not answer her, might be too distracted as well, but that's okay. Perhaps such things will come out of him even easier once he's gotten release and she's shown she can get him off without hurting him.

Which is her idea at the moment, in truth. To give him something to enjoy that she hasn't done to him under other, less desirable, circumstances. Something to whittle away at his stubbornness and reluctance. ]

[ oh. oh. his mouth falls open as she goes down on him, but no sound comes out. she’s stoked some real anticipation there. pre-cum leaking and all.

he doesn’t respond mostly because he doesn’t want to respond, but also he’s lucky enough to have a distraction to conveniently slip into, leaving any brainpower behind. it takes all his effort to not rock his hips too hard while she takes him in — as much as facefucking her to death might provide a moment of satisfaction, his default human decency wins out. (his animal instinct to see this through to the orgasm at the end wins out.)

in this moment, he can almost forget the hell he’s been living through. let it wash away, wring it out of his bones. ]

You — no. Yes.

[ If she were interested in continuing to tease him she would have drawn back again to resume the conversation, encourage more raw honesty from him. But as into it as she can sense — and feel — him getting, it doesn't seem worthwhile at the moment. Better to keep to the task at hand, so to speak.

It's also tempting to continue her suggestive questions via other means. Too soon yet for that, she thinks. Any sort of mental contact would be too much of a trigger, probably, even if only projecting and not taking or altering anything (for a change). A shame, since personally she finds the telepathy quite useful when her mouth is otherwise occupied, but she is intent on keeping this as a strictly pleasureful experience for him. So she restrains herself from that particular urge and focuses simply on bringing him to release.

Her hands splay against his skin, still not making an effort to hold his hips still. There's a little curiosity in her as she works at this to be honest, wanting to see how he reacts to pleasure from her when he's not obviously fighting against that pleasure. Quite the opposite here; she can't say she senses much resistance from him at all at present, which in its way only encourages her to continue.

She draws mostly off of him just to more easily take a breath for a moment and then she slides back down on him, taking him fully in her mouth. Her eyes close only so she's not tempted to look up at him and watch him, not sure how potential eye contact would impact his arousal at this stage. He's close, she can tell that much. Her fingers curl at his hips, more a restless sort of motion than anything else, and she works her mouth along his cock like she's eager to get him off, to give him this particular pleasure. ]

[ it's not right, the way she's making him come unwound. but he's still working on his current thought experiment — instead of fighting against her every whim or command, just accept at least some with resignation. let it happen. freely writhe under her touch. it's easier now, in this moment, when the good kind of attention is being paid to him. she's prioritizing his needs? weird.

so — it doesn't take much longer for him to unravel completely. the orgasm is almost too quick, reminding him of other times when she made him come a little too easily. (she already brought up the choking incident once, no need to relive it again. although... thinking about it again... is not helping by any means.) a loud shuddering noise escapes from him, paired with his arms jerking against his restraints. ]

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