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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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[ 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. ]

[ Kylo draws back slightly only to decrease the chance of choking as his release hits, her hands holding on lightly to his hips, not restricting his movement so much as purposely staying in contact to an extent. Eyes still closed, she savors the sounds from him, fleetingly wondering what his hands might be doing if they weren't restrained. He's not the only one who enjoys it when things get a little rough, although she does prefer to keep a certain level of control over everything.

She continues to work her mouth over him until he finishes and draws off slowly. Her eyes open as she sits back a little, one hand wiping at her mouth, and she trails her gaze over his body. It's quite a nice sight she has to admit, having him in her bed.

As she leans forward she runs her hands over his torso, sliding up his chest, and there's no hesitance as she leans in to kiss him, brief but heated. Her teeth catch his lower lip when she draws back, nipping almost playfully, and she lifts a hand to the side of his face as she runs her eyes over his features. ]

I'll let you catch your breath... we're only just getting started.

[ poe doesn't have enough fight in him to do anything besides let it happen. lets her run his hands all over him, lets her kiss him. not that he could do much against her physically — it's more like a mental relenting. he knows that it's kylo, he should still keep his guard up around her, but why? basking in the afterglow, he can't find it in him to care.

he is, in fact, maybe 25% not-awake when she touches his face and promises more. that wakes him up right quick. it's a bucket of ice water poured over his head (mostly because it's not so long ago that he's forgotten the "begging on all fours" thing.) ]

Getting started...?

[ She hums a sound of affirmation as she strokes her thumb across his cheek. ] Oh yes. There hasn't been the time or proper moment to fully test your stamina. I know you're capable of more, one little round isn't going to wear you out, not in the shape you're in.

[ Which, admittedly, she would need to start providing him access to the necessary facilities if she wanted him to keep that form she was rather enjoying being able to admire. Just one more reason for the collar, really. ]

Besides, you've gotten your first of the night but I still need mine. [ she adds as she trails her hand back down his body, taking her time but definitely on a mission. Her eyes linger on his face as she brushes her fingers along his cock, gentle even when she loosely curls her fingers around him to start to carefully stroke him once more, wanting to get him aroused again. ]

The hard part is deciding if I'd rather ride you first or properly break you in. [ Her heated smirk is an almost lazy one, nothing menacing for a change. Both were happening, of course, it was just a matter of order. And if she had the patience at the moment to move away from him to get what she would need. ]

[ yep, there it is. that makes sense. pleasing him was not the only thing she wanted, even if that was how his one brain-cell wanted to write it off so he could stop thinking and go to sleep.

his body is torn between wanting to take a nap (and using it as an escape) and feeling aroused again now that she's touching him. even if he is more sensitive in that post-orgasm glow. ]

I'm gonna need a minute.

[ he gets real snippy for a second there while being unable to do anything but lie down with his hands bound, taking her ministrations. do women not have refractory periods? (no poe, they don't.) ]

I know.

[ While she doesn't snap back at him, she does draw out the next stroke of her hand, stopping her hand so she can brush her thumb across the tip. Just because it was too soon for him to be ready to go yet didn't mean she couldn't still tease him.

Kylo shifts so she can reach up to run the fingers of her other hand through his hair, tugging slightly as she bends her head to nip at his jaw. ]

Get mouthy and I'll put that tongue of yours to work. It has been a little while since I've gotten to enjoy those talents of yours.

[ She continues the light teasing of her hand on his cock, half wanting him hard again before she does anything else and half just wanting to see if the attention so soon after release will make him squirm. Her mouth moves along his jaw to his ear, kissing the spot just below it and then brushing her lips against the shell of his ear. ]

Comfortable?

[ any desire he had to nap is stomped out by the way she's rubbing his cock — it feels good, but also like too much and his whole body is short-circuiting from it. ]

I've been worse.

[ which is true — this isn't exactly torture. or, to be more exact, it's a very specific kind of torture. (sexy torture.) he doesn't react to the comment about his mouth, mostly because he doesn't want to encourage her.

and maybe the way she's touching him, breathing into his ear is sexy too — and he's left not wanting to encourage it and not wanting it to stop. ]

[ That earns a soft laugh (possibly a genuine sound, even) and another light kiss against his skin. ]

Too true, but there's none of that here tonight.

[ Does she think he'll believe her? It doesn't matter. Kylo does plan to sleep on these sheets later and making a mess of them by getting violent isn't on her mind. Perhaps another time in a different place. He did look rather good in red.

With her own impatience growing, she moves so she can straddle his hips and stops the slow attention of her hand in favor of rocking her hips against his, teasing herself with the friction and the feel of him perhaps more than it might feel teasing to him. Her hand settles at the base of his cock, rubbing her thumb against the underside as she slowly moves her hips. So close, tantalizingly so, and her desire for her own release starts to outweigh just how eager she is to properly fuck him. ]

I think I like this look on you. [ she remarks, still leaning in close as she rubs herself against him. ] Tied up and aroused. You paint, mmm, a very nice picture.

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