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On the night of her arrival, Hux catches only a glimpse of the girl, her smaller, black-cloaked form trailing a few steps behind the ends of Ren’s wraith-like mantle. In the days that follow, no further appearance of her to the general’s initial surprise. He expected Ren to parade his new recruit around a little considering what a fuss had been made over the scavenger in the past, but no, no sign of her at all in the coldly sleek halls of the Finalizer. He remembers Ren’s spiraling incompetence from the business with that damn droid, succeeded by months of an obsessive side-quest to “procure this promising asset for the First Order.” That was how Ren had phrased it during their holo chamber sessions with Snoke. But there had been an edge of personal motivation to Ren’s entreaties before the Supreme Leader. A result of shame and humiliation from the defeat on Starkiller Base, Hux assumed at first, a need to restore personal reputation.

Then, one evening as Hux passes through a corridor lined with personal quarters for higher-ups in the ship’s command structure, he sees Ren exit a room without that ridiculous helmet and thus notices the mussed hair, the darting gaze that gives away the air of secrecy. Ah. Perhaps, another sort of personal motivation then.

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He’s curious, he can admit that to himself at least. Hux has met a handful of the other Knights of Ren before. A hulking, mostly silent lot of crude weapon-bearing mystics that he has no interest in encountering again. He’s not sure if the girl can be simply categorized as another member of their group however, and it’s unacceptable that he, the commander of the Finalizer, should be so in the dark of the status of this particular passenger.

Fairly certain that he just saw Ren stalking in the opposite direction along the ship bridge five minutes ago, Hux heads for the hallway, the room that he now knows houses the scavenger girl. Pressing the datapad outside her quarters, he waits, just a few brief moments before the door slides open.

She’s half-ensconced in the fresher as he enters, her back partially visible and her hands busy with tying up her wet hair.

“Haven’t we practiced our forms enough today?” she asks, and the inflection of her question fades away as she turns to see who’s actually standing in her doorway.

Her eyes meet his, flicker up to his command cap, and then return to staring steadily. Without apprehension.

“General.” It’s not the respectful tone that crew members employ when addressing him, but it isn’t openly scornful either. “I must say, I’m surprised that it’s you paying me a visit.”

A quick survey of the room, not that there’s much to take in. Basic furnishings. A neatly made bed. A desk cluttered with the components of a taken-apart blaster pistol. A door whose wall location discloses that her living space is adjoined to Ren’s.

“Rey, isn’t it?” At her nod, Hux continues, “I’m not here for formal reasons. I would like to however request your company for some tea in the mess hall. It might be a good chance for you to see more of this ship, considering how Ren’s kept you rather secluded.”

She glances at that door before her mouth arranges into a not quite genuine smile. “Alright, lead the way.”

Apart from two officers having a late lunch, they’re the only ones in the mess-cabin. Even so, Hux steers her towards a table in a quiet niche where the conversation will be for his ears only. A droid serves them a tray of stim tea and an indulgent dish of crumblebuns. Over the rim of her cup, the girl studies him unabashedly. He feels as acutely observed as if they were playing a game of sabacc.

She breaks the silence first. “Kylo --” (Ah, she calls him by that then.) “He told me that you don’t think very highly of Force users so I’m not sure what kind of conversation you’re expecting to have with me.”

“It would be a rather dull conversation, wouldn’t it, if we constrained ourselves to only certain topics beforehand?”

A small smile teasing at the corners of her tea-wetted lips. “You sounded like him for a moment there. He’s always going on and on about how one should be unshackled from constraints.”

A glance at her cup, and Hux refills it. “Enough about him. Refreshing company is rare on this ship, and I don’t intend to let it go to waste. Tell me about you. About why you’re here. Aside from him.”

Her eyes brighten with the issuing of his challenge, and she begins weaving her tale.

By the time their tea grows cold, Hux has decided that she’s at least a better liar than Ren.

“Fuck.”

The profanity falls from her lips in a soft breath, and Kylo Ren knows that he is lost.

Rey’s legs are locked around his hips as she thrusts against him, and although they are both still fully clothed, Kylo Ren can feel his body betray him.

When the biological male of many humanoid species becomes aroused, the penile arteries dilate and fill with blood. Kylo Ren recalls the metallic voice of EDU-K8, the droid who had served at the school Ben Organa had once attended. The penis becomes erect, as a precursor to acts of sexual intercourse.

“You’re hard for me, aren’t you?” she says, perfect enunciation for every word. Her face is as calm and fierce as it has been for every time their lightsabers have locked together in battle. “You’re so fucking hard for my cunt.”

“I am,” he breathes, because he is beyond anything else. He can see flashes of memory at the edges of her thoughts; rough words from a rough place, absorbed and kept hidden inside her until… until… No droid could have taught him to expect this.

She leans in and kisses him. His mouth opens beneath hers, and he can feel the heat of her breath mingling with his. He can hear his heart beating in his chest.

It wasn’t supposed to go this way. His orders had been clear: use his connection to the girl to bring her over, by any means necessary. Even if that meant… debasing… himself with her. He should have known; he should have foreseen that she would turn it back on him. But he couldn’t have known, he couldn’t have expected that she held these words inside her.

Rey pulls back from him and closes her eyes. Kylo Ren feels a flicker in the Force as his robes come apart at every seam and join. Another flicker, and his clothing falls away completely, leaving him naked beneath her. He knows the mechanics of what they can do together, and he has never wanted anything so badly.

Both his Masters, the Light and the Dark, had taught him exercises to control these urges. Both, it would seem, had ultimately failed. If there is any consolation, it is that Rey, too, has not learned.

Aroused biological females experience a similar engorgement of erectile tissue in the clitoral region, and vaginal canal becomes lubricated to enable penetration. He can feel the evidence of her arousal through her thin grey trousers, just as he can feel the white heat of her need through the Force.

”Surely,” he manages, in an attempt to regain mastery of the situation, “this is not the Jedi way.”

“Fuck the Jedi way,” she growls, and Kylo Ren feels a jolt of both arousal and triumph; for a moment he thinks he might have succeeded against all odds, that she has turned at last, except -- except he can feel the Light within her, bright and hot enough to burn all it touches. “The Jedi,” she continues, “denied themselves half the mercy of the Light, because they were so afraid of passion, of love. And fear --” she stops to grind against him again, “is of the Dark Side.”

“Please,” he says, and he doesn’t quite know what he’s asking for. “Please.”

Her hand caresses his cheek; her fingers trace his scar. She leans in again, and her lips brush against his ear.

These physiological reactions enable reproductive coitus between adults of opposite sex, and recreational sexual activity amongst individuals of any gender configuration.

“Ben,” she whispers, “I’m going to fuck you. Is that alright?”

He should rage against her for using that name; he should refuse her, and use her desire against her, but her Light is too strong, and her words sear through him.

“Yes,” he says. “I want you-- I want you to...” He cannot quite bring himself to say it.

She smiles at him, her hand still on his cheek. “You want my cunt around your cock.”

“Please.”

He thrusts against her, almost involuntarily, and he’s close, so close to losing control before Rey even has the chance to… but she moves away from him. He gasps at the loss before realising that she is removing her own simple garments.

Rey doesn’t use the Force for this -- she slips out of her trousers and short tunic; and for a moment Kylo Ren thinks he could use this time to gather himself together again. But then he sees the way the light glistens on the lean muscles of her thighs, on the soft skin of her breasts, and he remembers her voice saying, I’m going to fuck you, and he is powerless.

She straddles him again, and this time he can feel the wet heat of her folds against his erection. Rey presses her mouth to his, and he responds at though he can drink in all of her, take all of her into himself. His hips jerk beneath her, and she laughs softly against his lips.

Recreational sexual activity can perform an important social function--

She’s rising up onto her knees, just enough so that she can guide him inside her, and--

“Oh,” he says. She’s so warm and close around him; he never imagined it could feel this way; he never imagined that there could be something so bright inside him. “Fuck.”

“Ben,” she says. She takes his hand, guides it between her legs as she moves above him. “Ben.”

“Yes,” he moans.

“You feel,” she says, and distantly he’s gratified to see that coherence is escaping her, “You feel so… fucking… good. So fucking good inside me, Ben.”

He cries out and thrusts up against her. He needs to be as close to her as possible, he needs every word she says to sink into his skin, he needs every bright morsel of her.

--and shared orgasm is often considered to be one of the most powerful experiences for all sentient beings.

“Fuck,” Rey says again, and it is all too much.

Ben finally lets go, and comes into the Light.

Luke made it three days on the base before checking into medbay. The doctor had tutted at him as they went over his vitals and told him what he already knew. He was given some suppressant to hold him over until he could contact his alpha or get matched to one of the base.

Of course Leia heard about it immediately. The doctor had barely left, giving him a soft robe to change into before his sister was entering the room with a concerned expression. “Luke,” was all she said.

He shook his head. “There’s no reason to look at me like that. It’s a heat, I’m not dying. I’ve been managing my heats for several decades now, I’ll be fine” he lied. He hated that he hadn’t even been here for a week and he was already burdening his sister with his mistakes.

Leia gave him a reprimanding look that motherhood and being a general had only perfected over the years. “Luke, I know you don’t want to hear this, but this isn’t going to go away. When omegas are secluded from alphas for a long time they’re bodies go into survival mode. Now that you’re surrounded by people again your body isn’t going to stop being in heat until you’ve been mate. Properly mated.”

Luke nodded. He had known that this was a possibility. He hadn’t cared before, but now as he felt his body filling with a heavy tension he was regretting his decision to come back. He’d begun to feel a stirring as soon as Rey arrived, but the lone beta girl hadn’t been enough to jump start his heat. A base full of young virile alphas certainly was though. Still, he wasn’t an omega first presenting. “I’ll be fine Leia, I’ll figure something out” he said. The doctor had explained that there were alphas on call for heats. It didn’t sound appealing in any way, but little sounded good to Luke nowadays.

Leia just frowned at him. “I know you’ve never been one for sharing your heats Luke. If you don’t have a mate in mind I can find someone to assist you.” She paused and Luke knew from the look of causal innocence on her face that she was about to drop some scheme on him. “Just this morning at my officer’s briefing Poe was badgering me again about when he’d be able to see you.”

“Poe Dameron?” He remembered the kid from before he left. Dark eyed with wild hair, the young alpha had gushed over Luke being the ‘best pilot in the galaxy’ and was always eager for stories about Luke’s days in the rebellion. Luke had indulged him, but gave him the same distance he always did when young alphas got too eager to sit and talk with him.

“He’s my best pilot. He’s volunteered to assist plenty of omegas through their heats. And he’s been dropping hints left and right that he wants to see you now that you’re back. I have no doubt he’d say yes and be discreet about the whole affair. If I remember right he had a bit of a crush on you growing up,” Leia smiled at him.

“He did. It’s been fifteen years though Leia. I wasn’t a young omega then, and I’m an old man now. I doubt I’d live up to his expectations,” Luke said. He remembered that the alpha had been beautiful. Even as a teenager he’d had a line of omegas out the door hoping to get noticed by him.

As a younger omega Luke had always worried about living up to an alpha’s expectations. They were either eager to see how he could use the force to benefit them, or intimidated by his jedi training and desperate to put him in his place. Most of his experiences had left him feeling lost, like he’d failed to be what the alpha’s had wanted. He’d found it easier to embrace the force and the Jedi teachings of control and celibacy than to look for a mate who was okay with an omega Jedi.

The only thing that had changed over the years was his age. He knew he smelled like an omega pass their prime. The sour scent of infertility clung to him. If his heats hadn’t been suppressed he’d only be having one or two token ones a year now. He’d accepted all of this. The force had been his life, and when he’d failed at that he’d left society and social worries like mating behind him. That he’d have to go through a heat now was unfortunate. But most things in his life were.

Leia could sense the darkening of his thoughts, she reached out and grabbed his hand. The feeling of a familiar alpha’s touch calmed him. “Trust me, I know Poe. He’s not some kid. He’s an experienced man now, one who is going to be perfectly aware that you’ve also aged. I doubt he’s going to mind. He was shamelessly flirting with my husband until the end, and Han aged a lot less cute than you,” she said, her smile sad. They both shared the heavy silence that came whenever Han was mentioned.

Luke sighed, feeling even older than his 54 years. It was Poe or a random alpha that the med droids would assign him. He wasn’t sure which was more embarrassing. He turned to Leia, trusting her as always. “Do what you think is best.” She nodded and stood up, looking as regal and beautiful as ever.

“Luke,” she made eye contact, “it is great to have you back.”

His data pad binged with Leia’s message that the young alpha had agreed ten minutes later. And twenty minutes after that his door alerted him that the man was outside waiting to be let in. Luke took a moment to collect himself and voiced the command to let the man in.

The first thing he noticed was that Poe Dameron had aged well. Leia was right that he was no longer the skinny blushing alpha he remembered. Instead he was muscular and confident, dressed in a leather jacket. He still had an easy smile however as he stood at the doorway of Luke’s temporarily assigned rooms. “Hello Luke, it’s great to see you again,” his voice had the rough timber of an aroused alpha, though he was doing his best not to be obvious in his scenting.

“Poe Dameron,” he knew his smile was weak, “it’s been a long time. I’ve heard you’re the best pilot the resistance has now.”

Poe gave him a crooked smile, “Yeah, well,” he looked embarrassed, “Obviously I’m not as good as you are or Han was, but I’ve gotten a lot better. I’ll have to take you out sometime. The new generation of X wings are faster than you can imagine.”

Luke couldn’t help but genuinely smile at the excitement in Poe’s voice. It had been a long time since he himself had gotten excited over anything. Poe was still standing in the doorway so Luke motioned him inside. It was only when Poe gave him a once over as he stepped in that he remembered he was just wearing a loose fitting robe. He’d been too hot and sensitive to put anything else on, but now he felt naked as Poe’s eyes took him in hungrily. Nonetheless he patted the bed beside him. He had half an hour, probably less, of coherency now that an eligible alpha was in the same room as him.

Poe politely took his shoes and coat off before sitting down next to him. This close Luke could smell the nervousness hiding beneath the arousal in his scent.

“So, do you want to talk first or do you want to just jump right into this?” Poe asked. This close Luke could see the flecks of amber in the man’s dark eyes.

“I’d rather just begin, if that’s fine with you,” the last thing Luke wanted to do was sit and try and hold a conversation as if he wasn’t beginning what was probably going to be the longest heat of his life.

Poe didn’t seem offended, he just smiled and leaned in closer. His hand was warm and rough against Luke’s neck as he pulled the older man into a lazy kiss. It was nice. The kissing lasted longer than Luke would have expected. He let himself get lost in the feeling of soft kissed being placed against his lips. He was leaning into him hungrily by the time Poe’s hand gently pushed his robe aside. His fingers were quick to find Luke’s nipples, teasing them, and scraping his nails against them in a way that had Luke’s stomach clenching as he felt a rush of warm heat gather at the base of his spine.

Poe’s kisses went from his mouth, to his neck, and down to his chest. He nibbled at the sensitive skin on Luke’s chest before taking one of his nipples into his mouth and gently scraping his teeth over it. Luke tangled his fingers into the dark curly hair as he pulled the man closer to him. Poe turned his attention to Luke’s other nipple before tugging at the robe. Luke helped him pull the robe completely off, leaving him only in a pair of too tight briefs that he knew he was soaking through. Poe moaned at the sight. He knelt before Luke and mouthed at his cock through the fabric. It felt amazing, but Luke was in heat, it wasn’t his dick that needed attention. He whined softly. Poe kissed his cock through the fabric before backing up and pulling the briefs down, and throwing them to the side.

Without taking his eye’s from Luke’s dick Poe stood up and removed his shirt, revealing a toned chest and stomach. Luke swallowed as the other man pulled down his pants without ceremony, revealing an already hard cock. Poe’s expression was open and easy, completely unselfconscious as he leaned back in to kiss Luke, “I want you on your knees.”

Luke nodded helplessly, moving to get in position. The feeling of arousal from the heat had picked up. He hadn’t presented in a long time. He balanced himself awkwardly on his arms and buried his head into one of the soft pillows on the bed.

Poe knelt behind him, spreading him open. “You’re so wet for me,” Poe said as his fingers brushed against him. Despite his words Luke knew he wasn’t as wet as he should be. He’d needed lube during his last few heats to get the toys he used all the way in. He knew it was a normal part of aging, but it was something he’d been worried about since he realized he was going into another heat. Poe didn’t seem to mind though, his scent becoming more aroused as he leaned down to breath in the smell of Luke’s arousal.

His pushed his face into Luke’s ass and moaned. His tongue lapped up the slick from Luke’s skin.“You taste amazing,” Poe’s breath was hot against his hole. His tongue brushed against him several times, teasing him before entering him. Luke whined into the pillow as the tongue went deeper. He tried to push back, but the motion put strain on his knees. Instead he stayed still and bit into the pillow. Poe would occasionally pull his tongue out and lick a broad swipe down to his balls and back again. He was certain he’d never felt anything as good in his life.

Poe put an arm around his waist and pulled him up higher so he could get his tongue deeper into Luke’s ass. The angle was amazing, Poe’s tongue was deep inside of him. He could feel every motion as it stroked into him, moving back and forth, opening him up. It would have been perfect, but his left knee began to throb. He cursed and shifted.

Poe pulled his tongue out and backed away, ignoring the needy whimper Luke gave in response. Poe kissed his skin, “you okay?”

“It’s just my knees,” he said, hating to admit the weakness but desperate for Poe to continue.

“We can fix that,” Poe said. He reached over and grabbed a pillow and pushed Luke down until he was laying comfortably on his stomach, his cock rubbing against the pillow “tell me if anything hurts. I want this to be good for you” he kissed Luke’s hip, “I want to be good for you.” He kissed his way back down to his hole.

Luke nodded, distracted as Poe’s tongue pushed back inside of him. The change in position allowed him to rub his cock helplessly against the bed. He knew he was about to cum. He never lasted long at the start of his heat. Poe nibbled affectionately at his skin, planting kisses along his skin as his spit mixed with Luke’s own slick. There was a sound of a bottle opening and Poe’s tongue was replaced by dripping wet fingers. They deftly found his prostate. Luke let out a sob and came. He realized his heat was fully on now as his cock didn’t soften, just throbbed with the aftermath of cuming.

“Fuck,” Poe said and leaned down to place a kiss on Luke’s shoulder. “You’re doing so good, you're so beautiful.” He pushed in another finger, stretching Luke open. He wasn’t gentle with his fingers. He pushed them in with the perfect amount of roughness. He’d add another finger without saying anything, stretching Luke with enough force to satisfy the heat growing in Luke’s body.

He was four fingers deep before Luke couldn’t stand it anymore. “Please,” Luke said. He needed more than the man’s fingers. He tried to get up to get in position, but Poe pushed him firmly back down.

“It’s alright, I’ve got you” he murmured. His fingers were gone and Luke felt the tip of his cock press against him. It was so much better than the toys he’d been relying on for years. The feel of skin on skin. The smell of Poe’s hormone laced sweat. He could feel the flare of Poe’s life force as the man pushed into him, the connection of their bodies together sent a spasm through his body.

Poe was slow at first, slowly sinking into Luke. Luke felt every inch. His breathing was heavy, little gasps escaping him as he was filled. When Poe finally made it all the way inside of him he placed his mouth against Luke’s neck, mouthing at the scent glands where the mating mark would go. Luke tilted his head to give Poe better access, but instead of biting him the other man gave his neck another kiss before moving back. He was still slow as he thrust in and out. His hands were firmly pressed into Luke’s hips, using them as leverage as his thrusts deepened.

Luke got lost in the movements. He wished he was facing Poe so he could see the other man’s face. He would have to next time. And there would be a next time, probably four or five before his heat ended. Usually the knowledge that his heat still had so much time would frustrate him, but not this time. He never wanted to go another day without Poe’s body on top of him. He knew it was the heat speaking, but he was desperate to have Poe’s scent overtake his own. He wanted everyone to know he’d been claimed.

“Knot, me, please, please, please,” he was gasping into the pillow as Poe slammed into him. Even with the thick cock inside of him he felt suddenly desperately empty. He could feel his insides contracting, ready to be stretched full by an alpha’s knot.

Poe moaned, “Luke.” He could feel the base of the knot pushing against him. He bit into the pillow as it pushed its way in. It was so good, so right, so much. He choked out a groan. It got even better when Poe took the base of Luke’s neck between his teeth, sucking a claim mark onto his skin.

The knot was pushed entirely inside of him and Luke collapsed, melting into the bed. Poe was heavy and warm as he laid down on top of him. The high of being claimed and filled removed any discomfort from the weight on him. He could feel the warm wetness of Poe’s cum filling him. His own body thrummed with energy.

“I’m glad you came back Luke,” Poe said into his shoulder.

Luke didn’t respond, but for the first time he was beginning to feel glad that he’d come back as well.

A/N- Its really late and I wrote this super quick, I'll probably edit it and post it someplace else at a later date. I just felt strongly compelled to write Luke in heat before I went to bed.

OP here. This is wonderful, and I can't wait to see where it goes!
Thank you so much, dear anon *o*

Who has time to try to find someone to sleep with when you're trying to rule the universe? What kind of peasant simply jerks off with his own hand?

Bonus points:

+ he is super very into it and theres a decent amount of words dedicated to him basically being like 'hell yeah'
++ he keeps it on his dick for a minute after he cums and weirdly enjoys how wet it is from him cumming in it
++++++ he actually taped it to a pillow and humps it like a filthy animal

Mmmm, yes please! ♥

Oh my gosh oh my GOSH YES PLEASE!!

*looks at this prompt*

me: definitely doesnt need to start any more fills because i am overwhelmed with all of yalls good ideas

also me: definitely asking you if you'd prefer snoke physically being there or if it's force projection stuff

In the midst of getting down with Kylo, Hux accidently butt dials the bridge of the Finalizer. The poor communications officer is about to turn it off when suddenly - wait, is that Kylo Ren with him? And he's doing what to the General? Everyone on the bridge just sits there in horrified/amused/voyueristic silence to their co-commanders getting it on over the loudspeaker system. Who knew General Hux had such a filthy mouth when getting fucked, huh?

No one knows quite how to react when Hux turns up half an hour later for his shift.

I'm really sorry to do this, but the "No prompts featuring characters under 18 in sexual situations" rule obviously extends to fills. I'm going to screen this comment.

Absolutely awesome fill! I do so hope there's more of this coming!

You know, for a story about fucking, I'm mostly hung up on how sweet it was! :)

Great fill, nonny!

seconded!

Not my ship but I'll sail it for this prompt, oh yes.

HERE FOR IT!

Picturing 11-yr-old Ben at Ollivander's with an armload of textbooks and Leia and Han reacting and omg omg YES. Would he have an owl or a cat hmmmm...

I'm guessing that's a ship name for Poe/Finn but I've never seen it before!

I just want to see how it might work.

OP - This was seriously HOT! Thank you for the fill!

I can only imagine that he didn't order a ~standard one, either. No, his has to be like, light-up red with handles on the sides to grip on to or something...

You are the anon we need if not the anon we deserve. Well done.

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Fill pt. 1/?

[FILL] Re: Reylo, profanity

Fill Luke/Poe Heat 1/2

Fill Luke/Poe Heat 2/2

Re: Fill Luke/Poe Heat 2/2

Re: Fill pt. 1/?

Kylo Ren/A Fleshlight

Re: Poe Dameron, base makeout bandit

Re: Finn/Poe, Urban fantasy AU

Re: Snoke/Kylo Ren, Macrophilia

Kylo/Hux : dirty talk, public sex (sort of)

Re: Fill [2/?]

Re: Poe/Rey, forced by Kylo Ren, 2/?

Re: [FILL] Re: Reylo, profanity

Re: Kylo/Hux - tw:past abuse, accidental mind rape, triggers

Re: Kylo/Finn, really rough - tw: dubcon, abuse

Re: Rey - fear of abandonment

Re: Rey/Finn/Poe Snowed In

Re: Kylo Ren/A Fleshlight

Re: Gen? Harry Potter AU

Re: Finn (gen or Puffin) Trigger words for Stormtroopers

Kylux AND Dark!Rey coexist

Re: Any/Poe - humiliation kink (consensual) Snap/Poe, comeplay mini-fill?

Re: Kylo Ren/A Fleshlight

Re: Misfire Fill: Hux/Kylo Ren, manipulative and creepy