AN: So my life is sort of hella busy but this prompt occupied by brain so much I managed to get the first part (of four in my head – you’ll see) written so here it is. Full disclosure I nearly didn’t fill this because of my fear of accidently writing it into the ‘black men = rapist’ trope so I might tweek the second bit a little out of fear of it accidently hitting that trope. I should be able to hit all the other notes (including the bonus) so hopefully that makes up for it for the prompter???? Also Han lives because fuck you I can do what I want (read: I needed an extra set of hands to get him on the ship).
The cell they put him in feels warm.
Everything feels warm actually, and if Kylo Ren’s completely honest with himself he knows it started earlier. Knows he started feeling warm and weird back at Starkiller. Knows he was sweating despite the cold and the snow. That doesn’t make sense though. There is no reason for him to feel warm like this (except one but that has been taken care of). So it must be the room that is warm.
He paces at first. Angrily walking up and down the room’s length. He misses his lightsaber. With that he could make quick work of the door keeping him in. Destroy it and anyone standing in his way of returning to the Supreme Leader in order to finish his training. His lightsaber was taken off him by the scavenger girl. Taken off him by the girl before her and his father managed to drag him onto the ship. The Wookie getting the traitor and then flying them all back to the Resistance base where he was placed in the warm cell.
He sits with his back against a wall. His breath coming in short pants. He feels as if he has been fighting. Feels like his body needs to drag more oxygen into it then it can. He is used to that, used to training so hard, pushing himself so far that his body cannot supply his muscles with the oxygen they need. He hasn’t been training though, his angry pacing nothing compared to what he normally puts his body through. The fight with the scavenger girl too far in the past to be the source either.
He drags his legs up so his knees sit under his chin. His breath still gasping and the warmth joined by a blur in his mind, one that seems to block his connection to the Force, to turn it into a blurred awareness. He can still feel it there but cannot hope to reach it, control it. He would believe the resistance had drugged him if not for the fact he knows his parents would never allow it. Still, there is a heat that rests under his skin, a blur that circles his head and something in his body shifting.
He feels slick start to lead out of his ass and into his pants and things both suddenly make sense and stop making any sense at all.
He’s in heat.
The heat and the blur and the exhaustion all make sense. The going into heat though. That doesn’t make sense. He had been on suppressants, had been on them before his first heat even hit. A preventive measure to break the cycle before it even started. He shouldn’t be in heat. Has never been in heat before in his life.
This is defiantly heat though. There is nothing else it could possibly be and his body seems to be punishing him for avoiding it. Feels like fifteen years’ worth of heats are burning through him. Or maybe this is what all heats feel like? If so he is glad to have been avoiding them.
He wants to tear his clothes off. Wants to get as much skin as possible revealed to the air in the hope that it will cool his overheating body. He wants to pull his pants down and bury his fingers deep in his slicked up ass. To try and give his body some satisfaction and release from the craving-pain that is thrumming through him.
He won’t though. He is stronger than his bodies urges. Stronger than his designation. He will not act like some pathetic slut of an omega, so desperate for any knot that will fill them up. He is better than that. He will not give in. Especially not while he is the captive of his enemies. The captive of his family.
He wonders if they are watching? Wonders if they are to blame for the suppressants no longer working? They wouldn’t allow him to be adversely drugged but maybe they would consent to his body being chemical reverted back to its natural state. Is this his punishment for betraying them? Or is this part of some grander game to make him return? To bind him to someone in the resistance so he has no hope to leave.
That only makes sense if his heat was triggered after he was in their custody. And even in his deepest denial he knows it started before he saw his father again. Knows they cannot possibly be the source.
Still, he wonders if they are enjoying his suffering.
He works on evening his breathing out. Works on stretching his legs out so he doesn’t look like he is cowering against a wall. He bites back the moan that threatens to leave his mouth at the movement. Ignores the new flood of slick he feels pour out of him at it. His pants are already long ruined. His hair sticks to his forehead from his sweat and he cannot believe how quickly the heat has managed to gain power. How quickly it has burned through him, turning his body against him.
It is agony and he hopes it will pass quickly. Hopes a lifetime of suppressants makes his body unsure of how it is supposed to go about this. Makes it burn bright but fast. He doesn’t know if he will last if it carries on for more than a day or two. Doesn’t want to think about what he will do if the desperate want that flows through his body gets any stronger. If this is only the prelude to his real suffering.
Re: alpha!Finn/alpha!Poe/omega!Kylo hurt/comfort a/b/o dynamic - Fill 1/4?
The cell they put him in feels warm.
Everything feels warm actually, and if Kylo Ren’s completely honest with himself he knows it started earlier. Knows he started feeling warm and weird back at Starkiller. Knows he was sweating despite the cold and the snow. That doesn’t make sense though. There is no reason for him to feel warm like this (except one but that has been taken care of). So it must be the room that is warm.
He paces at first. Angrily walking up and down the room’s length. He misses his lightsaber. With that he could make quick work of the door keeping him in. Destroy it and anyone standing in his way of returning to the Supreme Leader in order to finish his training. His lightsaber was taken off him by the scavenger girl. Taken off him by the girl before her and his father managed to drag him onto the ship. The Wookie getting the traitor and then flying them all back to the Resistance base where he was placed in the warm cell.
He sits with his back against a wall. His breath coming in short pants. He feels as if he has been fighting. Feels like his body needs to drag more oxygen into it then it can. He is used to that, used to training so hard, pushing himself so far that his body cannot supply his muscles with the oxygen they need. He hasn’t been training though, his angry pacing nothing compared to what he normally puts his body through. The fight with the scavenger girl too far in the past to be the source either.
He drags his legs up so his knees sit under his chin. His breath still gasping and the warmth joined by a blur in his mind, one that seems to block his connection to the Force, to turn it into a blurred awareness. He can still feel it there but cannot hope to reach it, control it. He would believe the resistance had drugged him if not for the fact he knows his parents would never allow it. Still, there is a heat that rests under his skin, a blur that circles his head and something in his body shifting.
He feels slick start to lead out of his ass and into his pants and things both suddenly make sense and stop making any sense at all.
He’s in heat.
The heat and the blur and the exhaustion all make sense. The going into heat though. That doesn’t make sense. He had been on suppressants, had been on them before his first heat even hit. A preventive measure to break the cycle before it even started. He shouldn’t be in heat. Has never been in heat before in his life.
This is defiantly heat though. There is nothing else it could possibly be and his body seems to be punishing him for avoiding it. Feels like fifteen years’ worth of heats are burning through him. Or maybe this is what all heats feel like? If so he is glad to have been avoiding them.
He wants to tear his clothes off. Wants to get as much skin as possible revealed to the air in the hope that it will cool his overheating body. He wants to pull his pants down and bury his fingers deep in his slicked up ass. To try and give his body some satisfaction and release from the craving-pain that is thrumming through him.
He won’t though. He is stronger than his bodies urges. Stronger than his designation. He will not act like some pathetic slut of an omega, so desperate for any knot that will fill them up. He is better than that. He will not give in. Especially not while he is the captive of his enemies. The captive of his family.
He wonders if they are watching? Wonders if they are to blame for the suppressants no longer working? They wouldn’t allow him to be adversely drugged but maybe they would consent to his body being chemical reverted back to its natural state. Is this his punishment for betraying them? Or is this part of some grander game to make him return? To bind him to someone in the resistance so he has no hope to leave.
That only makes sense if his heat was triggered after he was in their custody. And even in his deepest denial he knows it started before he saw his father again. Knows they cannot possibly be the source.
Still, he wonders if they are enjoying his suffering.
He works on evening his breathing out. Works on stretching his legs out so he doesn’t look like he is cowering against a wall. He bites back the moan that threatens to leave his mouth at the movement. Ignores the new flood of slick he feels pour out of him at it. His pants are already long ruined. His hair sticks to his forehead from his sweat and he cannot believe how quickly the heat has managed to gain power. How quickly it has burned through him, turning his body against him.
It is agony and he hopes it will pass quickly. Hopes a lifetime of suppressants makes his body unsure of how it is supposed to go about this. Makes it burn bright but fast. He doesn’t know if he will last if it carries on for more than a day or two. Doesn’t want to think about what he will do if the desperate want that flows through his body gets any stronger. If this is only the prelude to his real suffering.