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So I posted mine since nobody seriously objected and I had already written it and everything.

Hux fancies himself a man of few vices. In fact, he hardly considers smoking a vice. Even his regulation-following fiend of a father would indulge in the occasional pipe for celebratory or stress-relieving purposes.

And if the General finds himself giving in more and more to the feel of dark smoke burning his lungs, it is only because he has to deal with an overgrown man-child destroying his ship more and more frequently.

As if he hears Hux's thoughts, and perhaps he has, Kylo Ren, strides onto the bridge of the Finalizer.

Due to the rarity of actually seeing the man's face, Hux has become an expert in Kylo's body language. He takes in the man's heavy steps, arms tight by his sides, and head tilted down in that ridiculous mask. This does not bode well for anyone.

Kylo Ren stomps over till he is thoroughly invading the General's personal space. "Your men have taken over my training room. They informed me that you had ordered it."

Ah, leave it to Ren to notice something he had had done a week prior, right before he was due to retire to his room for a well-earned smoke.

Hux resists the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose in anticipation of what feels like a Kylo-induced headache. "Yes, well, my men need somewhere to train using the latest battle simulation. That is only room capable of that level of projection on the scale we need it."

"I need my room back, General" his menacing voice pitched even lower due to the vocoder. Hux notices that all around him his officers are tense, hyper-vigilant as they prepare for another of one of Lord Ren's violent outbursts.

Part of Hux, wants to ensure this conversation stays nonviolent and nondestructive. On the hand, he can't stop himself from egging the other man on, especially since he makes it so easy.

"And you shall have training room, X39-C, back." Hux pauses for a moment, lulling Kylo into believing he is finished. The moment the dark lord's shoulders relax slightly he continues, "the second after every trooper passes the simulation, say in two months time."

Kylo's hands are fists and he leans in close to the Hux's face.

"Do not test my tolerance, General." He growls.

Hux raises a skeptical eyebrow.

Kylo continues, "I must adhere to my training regimen as commanded by our Supreme Leader."

Hux's demeanor doesn't change, but inside he bristles at the implication that he is the one deterring the Supreme leader’s plans.
"And you will continue your training, " he speaks measuredly, "in training room Y30-R.”

"That training room doesn't have adequate equipment!" Ren begins to pace.

"Yes, because you saw fit to break all of it in one of your rages, Ren! I will not have you wreck every room on my ship, just because you, unlike the rest of us, have no self-control."

Ren whirls dramatically back around, cloak billowing. Hux finds himself staring down the red beam of Kylo Ren's lightsaber.

It's rare for Ren to directly target the General during one of his rages. Normally, Ren settles for destroying the people and things around the General. "You will give me back that training room, now."

Hux scoffs. "No, I most certainty will not."

Ren's posture shifts, he stands straighter, looking more self-assured. Then Hux feels it. A dark presence storms through his mind.

"You will give me back that training room, now." Ren repeats slowly.

For a brief moment Hux wants nothing more than to give in. Before any words of agreement can make it out of his mouth, however, he remembers himself, his training.

He didn't rise to the rank of general, so early in his career, without the ability to handle a force-user.

Hux's data pad gives a soft chime signaling the end of his shift. He holds back a sigh of relief. "The only thing I'm going to do," he says leveling his gaze to where Ren's eyes are hidden inside the mask. "Is have a smoke." He pulls out a cigarette and puts it to his lips. Cocking his head to the side, he touches the end to the red beam of the light saber. He feels the electric heat threaten to burn his skin as the cigarette ignites and he takes a long slow drag.

He never takes his eyes off Kylo, who seems frozen in place, as he says, "Lieutenant Malzatar, you have the bridge." Then with smoke wreathing Kylo's head, Hux pulls a perfect about-face and leaves the bridge.

Kylo remains frozen for another few seconds, while everyone does their best to ignore him, before he shakes himself, deactivates his lightsaber and storms off the bridge.

omg, please someone fill it!

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That's definitely what I was angling for, re. the shirt! ❤️___❤️

(If no one picks this up I might just end up filling it myself...)

This is fantastic. Perfect mix of sweet and funny.

OP here! I love this fill too! I can't just picture Kylo having his fit so clearly. Super cute!

OP: Go read this fic it's so good! I love it and am so glad it inspired you :3

The music pulsed and thrummed in Leia’s head, almost forcing her limbs to move to the rhythm it set. The coffee table was easily pushed back against the wall and that gave her enough space to twirl and sway as the melody demanded. Everything was so good, it was perfect. Nothing will ever go wrong, ever, ever again.
“Leia, what’re you doing?” Han frowned, stopping in the doorway to stare at his wife.
She ignored the question and turned to him with a smile, adding a hip roll or two for his benefit. “Come dance with me.”
His scowl deepened and he crossed his arms. “There’s no music.”
She laughed. Silly of him, to pretend he didn’t hear it just because he was embarrassed over his own lack of rhythm. It didn’t matter; she just needed someone to hold close and squeeze, the joy she felt was almost overflowing; it felt like she might explode if she didn’t let it out.
“I’ll dance with you Mother!” Ben leapt up from the sofa, holo-reference books and datapad falling to the floor in his careless eagerness.
Leia held her hands out to him and he took them, and she eased them into a swaying stately courtly dance she had learnt in her youth but had rarely ever needed. For a 6 year old he was already so tall. Was it normal to have growth spurts that young? The thought slipped out of her mind like water.
“There’s something wrong with you.” Han’s voice was tinged with realisation.
“No, I’m fine. Better than fine, I’m fabulous!”
“Did you take your pills today?”
Ben looked round his mother’s form with a glare nearly identical to the one Han had just worn. “I gave them to her this morning. I don’t forget.”
Han huffed and disappeared back out the door.
Leia laughed again. She wasn’t sure what was funny. Maybe everything was funny. Life is a big joke after all, so why shouldn’t everything be funny? It was better to laugh, much much better.
Ben stumbled and went red.
“No baby, left foot first, remember? Like this.” She demonstrated again, slower.
He looked her in the eye, then his embarrassed pallor drained.
“You spit them out!” He gasped.
“Shh Benny-baby! Don’t tell Daddy, he’ll get mad. Besides, I’m better now, I’m happy again. I don’t need them anymore.”
“Our secret.” He said quietly, unsure but clearly attracted by the idea.
Compulsively Leia bent down and kissed him, then focused back on the dance.
From the next room there came a short string of expletives, and Han reappeared in the doorway. “Leia, what the frell? There’s a full week’s worth in the chute!”
He extended a hand to reveal the capsules he’d recovered, slightly misshapen and wet from the other items that had lurked in the clogged chute.
Ben stopped and looked, eyes wide. Leia wordlessly urged him to continue. She ignored Han’s revelation. It was pointless to talk about it anyway; it was obvious she didn’t need them. He was just being stubborn, making her take them because he’d been the one to make the doctor’s appointment for her. Her being better was just another thing that made him feel like he wasn’t needed. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of arguing; he had known since Hoth that she wasn’t the type to rely on someone purely for the sake of it.
“I’m comm-ing the med unit.” He announced, disappearing again.
No. I’m not sick I’m not I’m not I’m not!
She bent down and whispered in Ben’s ear. “Sweetheart, do you want to go for a walk with me?”
“A walk where?”
“Wherever you want to go. Just us. Daddy’s mad at me; if we invite him he’ll ruin it.”
Ben bit his lip, considering, then beamed. “We could go to the ice-cream bar. I still have credits from my birthday, we could share a Dagobah split!”
She smiled indulgently. “That sounds lovely, baby. Quickly, we can’t let Daddy know we’ve gone!”
Ben solemnly took her hand in his and led her to his room, gathered up the credits, then led her out the door. Outside the apartment, they broke into a run.

--

Leia woke to a dull yet stubborn ache that seemed to surround her. She felt the pressure of bandages on her ankle and side, the rigid casing of a cast on her left arm. She recited a string of alien curses and tried to focus. After the last vestiges of sleep had passed, she noted that she was neither in a sterile and unfriendly medical bay room, nor the sleek and comfortable but impersonal Finalizer suite. Instead, the bedroom she was in was so perfectly tailored to her tastes it was distressing; it looked cosy and lived in but lacked anything that even hinted of the presence of another person. No room was ever that immaculately focused on the owner; there were always unwanted gifts, things you wouldn’t have bought for yourself but still a lovely thought, and bits and pieces picked up out of need and function more than taste. Even the items out of place - the small bit of make up scattered across the dressing table, a couple of outfits thrown haphazardly over an artistic screen – was so very much how she might have left things that it was eerie. Ben has done this, she realised. So where am I?
She flung the sheet and blanket off herself and found herself in a nightdress. It was pretty but modest (though perhaps a shade slinky), and Leia immediately looked away to ignore the urge to wonder who it was that changed her. She suspected she knew anyway, but thinking about it would do no good. Another thing, though; the room had no windows or viewports. There were shelves and art instead.
She eased herself over and out of the bed, wincing as her damaged ankle took her weight. It hurt, but not enough to stop her walking.

There was no door between her bedroom and the living quarters, just an opaque curtain of soft, flowing fabric. The first sign of outside influence; Leia valued security and privacy. The living quarters were very much to the same spec as the bedroom had been; too much of her and no windows. Except for the form of Kylo Ren, half-laying and half-hanging off the sofa, who turned his head and smoothed his sleep-roughed hair out of his face.
“Mother...what are you doing out of bed?” He stretched, joints popping, and then frowned. There were no gloves, no helmet, nothing but what looked like more informal dress. It unsettled her. It was too intimate somehow; it made it easier to forget who he was and what he’d done. All those layers of armour and robes helped maintain an intimidating distance that she had come to rely on in their encounters. Now, he could’ve just been her son, sleeping over in her apartment because she was injured and he was worried.
“I woke up.” She could think of nothing else to say. There was a tray resting on the table in front of where he had lain; a breakfast tray. Memories of Ben as a child struggling to manoeuvre through the door while balancing a platter rose up unbidden. At first the offerings were messy, either over or slightly undercooked but still edible – provided he could coax her into eating. It improved as time went on, though her illness often declined and he would sometimes take it upon himself to feed her when even moving her arm felt like too much effort in a sea of misery.
“You should be resting. You broke your arm and three ribs, and sprained your ankle. Bacta and medical technology can only do so much.”
He rearranged himself so he sat on one side, and then gestured at the space beside him. “I was going to bring your breakfast in to you, but you can sit and eat it here.”
Leia turned away. Of the entrances running off this room, only one had an actual door. It looked so solid it could withstand an explosion. That must lead outside of the suite. She took a few halting steps forward.
“Stop.” His voice had that edge to it again, the one that screamed danger despite the softness of tone. “Sit.”
She limped further. The tension in the atmosphere escalated. She could feel the dark emanating from him again, and part of her welcomed it.
“It’s opened via an iris-scan, you can’t get out.” Terser, this time. A hint of frustration.
Stubbornly she pressed on. Even if there was no point to it, she wanted to touch the metal to know for herself. Plus, even the smallest acts of defiance were important; they kept you focused and showed the enemy that you weren’t easily cowed. On the last step her ankle nearly gave out and she stumbled, sucking in a breath at the brief throb of agony.
“SIT DOWN!” Kylo roared, furious and concerned, thumping his fist on the table so hard the contents on the tray bounced. In terror Leia found herself falling ungracefully to sit on the floor.
He sighed, raked his hand through his hair again, and then stood, pacing over to her. “Forgive me. I don’t like to see you in pain.” He carefully gathered her up again and retreated back, sitting down with her on his lap.
“This isn’t very dignified.” Leia protested quietly, starting to fidget. She stopped when she felt him beginning to harden underneath her.
“But an excellent way to ensure you stay put.” He responded, lifting the tray and holding it so it securely rested on her legs.
She ate what had been provided, but barely tasted it, what with her brain racing to calculate some escape plan and feeling his focused gaze fixate too often on her mouth.
“Where are we?”
“Home.”
“And where is that?”
He chuckled. “You’re still a Resistance General, I can’t tell you.”
“How would I be able to pass the intel along? I can’t create a messaging system from a datapad, two dress hangers, and a lipstick. Besides, I instructed that if I were ever captured a rescue mission was off limits.”
“Always worrying for others’ safety above your own...” He murmured into the shell of her ear. “You forget how much those you lead love you.” His even inflection twisted a little bitterly on the word ‘love’. “I know official orders wouldn’t stop me from coming for you.”
“Thankfully all my troops are sane.” She replied acidly, biting into a slice of ripe, crisp fruit.
“If desiring you was a sign of insanity, I expect half the galaxy would need treatment.” He nuzzled into her loose hair, resting his nose against the crook of her neck. “Even your precious ace pilot had thought of being in your bed. I made his extraction that bit more painful, to teach him his place. Only I belong there. ”
Leia abruptly stopped eating and tried to lean away. “If you want me to eat this, you need to stop saying things that make me want to throw up.”
He tensed. She felt him take two, three, four deep breaths and then relax.
“Perhaps this would be easier for you if you pretended I was someone else.” He said lightly.
Yes...Ben died at the Jedi academy. Kylo Ren massacred them all. And now he’s captured me and fallen obsessively in love, this oddly compelling yet disturbed stranger...
Leia snapped out of the trance and managed to land a stinging slap on his cheek. “Don’t you DARE use your mind tricks on me!”
“Very well. I just thought you might be tired of fighting against your morals.”

He stayed sullenly silent after that, so Leia resumed her breakfast in order to occupy herself. The truth was, she was tired of fighting. She had been waging war for what seemed like all her life; against the Empire, the First Order, the darkness in her blood, and her own mind. So damn tired.It had brought her only loss. But to give in, that was something she couldn’t do. She wouldn’t let herself give up, not while the lives of others relied on her staying strong and crusading for what she knew in her heart to be right.
Her thoughts returned to her last imprisonment, that vile Hutt. She recalled Ben’s odd obsession with the tale as a child. It hadn’t seemed prurient then; the part he had seemed most interested in was her killing Jabba, which at the time she had thought was him being taken with her triumph against an oppressor (which was why, though she had shied away from telling it herself, she hadn’t tried to silence Han or Luke relating it to him. It was a good message to inspire a child). Now, he was the oppressor...but maybe he could also be the chain she used to strangle the First Order and Snoke.
Watching Luke defeat the rancor – Jabba’s prized pet – Leia had obviously felt relief that her brother survived, but she had also felt the sting of the rancor trainer’s sorrow through the Force as he cradled the beast’s enormous head and wept. He had raised that creature from a pup, had trained it, loved it, and it had probably returned that love. As much as it could. Maybe she could tame her monster of a son, or at least train him to do what she wanted with his raw power and influence.
The notion was sound; he had already expressed willingness to be disloyal in her favour if there was a conflict of interests. Rightful mistress, indeed. It was the thought of how he would be tamed that made her hesitate. She knew the most secure way would be to go along with his desires, perverse though they were.
But that would mean admitting what she had locked inside the deepest part of her mind and tried to ignore for years. She had kissed Luke, more than once, and had enjoyed it. It had been before they knew they were brother and sister, but there had been no way of telling from the kisses alone; the spark of desire and pleasure had still been there. In the end, she had just fallen for Han over Luke – which had been a massive relief when she had finally found out the truth. She hadn’t seen Ben since he was 7 years old; the man he had become was an enigma in a way. He wasn’t handsome in the standard manner; his features were too large for that. But his face was expressive and somehow endearing despite – or perhaps because of – his brooding. Perhaps it wouldn’t be as unpleasant as she feared. Even if it was, she had surely endured worse.

Resolved, she turned herself so that she faced his profile. He eyed her warily. She hadn’t felt him in her head since she had slapped him, most likely he had been submerged in his own thoughts while sulking. Experimentally she ran her hand through his hair. It was soft and silky to the touch. He leant into her caress and briefly closed his eyes.
She drew him closer and kissed him. After a second of surprise he responded and deepened the kiss. It was actually the opposite of unpleasant.
She broke the connection, to his visible chagrin.
“Kylo, take me to bed.”

(2nd Fill Anon)

I second that. I'm not sure I could do justice to it, but would love to read someone else's interpretation.

Op here –

thank you, thank you! I didn't think any one would fill this, and I love what you did so much! That Hux's unwashed/unshaven state is a result of his malaise after Starkiller's destruction, like what's the point in keeping up his appearance any more? Omg and the mention of anti-regulation anything IS my kink, the fact his pants ride lower down than is allowed is just, ffffuck. His embarrassment when surprised by Kylo is so delicious. The insults are perfect, as is Hux's reaction, throwing the mug. And that Kylo commits his discomposure to memory, to use as future ammunition? Oh, that's just lovely. Thanks again, I'm so happy with this!

So... the final chapter :(
I have to admit, I was reading slower and slower as I was getting closer to the end because I didn't want this story to end.
Great job! Leia still struggling with what Kylo is offering. She tries to make the decision with her head, but she remembers that kissing Luke felt good. And I'd like to think that she will not regret "falling on his sword". At least not physically. It was nice of you to offer the fantasy-smut in the previous chapter. Would not have minded in the least to be there for their real first time... but I'll take what you offered us and enjoy it.
A very compelling story. Well crafted. Thank you for taking the time to treat this special prompt with such care. I hope the OP is at least as pleased as I am

Oh my god yes, please, somebody fill this I have a mighty need

I'm so thrilled you like it! I've never written anything for public consumption, so to hear positive feedback is so...there's no words for my happiness!
I desperately want to do more writing, so if you have anything else you want filled, please let me know! <3 <3 <3

Hi, according to the rules all comments except fills should be posted anonymously, so I'm going to screen your comment.

I'll try my hand at serious then :D but I have to share the source of my question! As soon as I read the prompt my brain went:

"Long legs, he has. Have them, I must"

I absolutely need this in my life.

Bookmarking to read later.

Thirded, and apparently I need to go find and watch a thing now.

I will always second kinkythinky D/s prompts.

Hux is, by nature and training, an early riser. The import of a well-rested body and mind is something one can never underestimate. Hux has found that most creatures are willing to confess to their crimes against his empire after a few days of being deprived of sleep. An important lesson, even for one as busy as Hux, to make time to sleep.

In this, like many other things, his wife is a maddening exception. Kylo rarely sleeps, preferring to commune with the Force and other such mystical nonsense, claiming with often shaking hands and glassy eyes that two weeks without sleep is no trouble.

On the rare occasion Hux can convince his wife to sleep an entire night next to him, he is always struck by how kind and soft her face is when she isn’t guarding it. Better that she still often wears a mask in public than for everyone to know what belongs to Hux. Better than only Hux sees her slowly wake and smile at Hux as the white sheet she slept in falls to her lap, rosy nipples bitten red last night and scratches on her stomach slowly scabbing over. Hux prides himself on how orderly everything in his life is and yet he only wishes to destroy Kylo even more than she destroys herself.

Her voice is hoarse, her hair is a tangled disgrace when she asks, demands that he come back to bed.

Hux has no pressing matters to attend to today and yet denial turns his and Kylo’s game sweeter, so he says “Some of us have real work, Kylo. Lounge in bed like a Hutt if you wish.”

Kylo stretches, muscles shifting under her skin, and blinks lazily at Hux. “Do what you want, my lord. I’m sure I can find entertainment of my own while you’re away.” Kylo makes as if she’s to leave the bed, the white sheet spilling from her lap revealing the thatch of hair between her legs and the burns and bruises Hux has left on her milky thighs with teeth, fingers, and candles.

He knows she’s baiting him, that she would sooner tear at any suitor with her teeth than tolerate their touch. And yet, the image of Kylo’s long hair spilling over someone else, of someone else hearing her soft sighs, at seeing how red her thighs get - well, Hux has killed more for less. Would destroy the entire galaxy and both of them with it before letting another man know how sweetly Kylo gasps when she’s fucked. How she parts her legs for cock and how warm her cunt is.

Hux growls and leans over the bed, a gloved hand resting lightly on Kylo’s neck. He doesn’t put weight on it, not yet. “And you’d cuckold your Emperor so easily?” He bites at the swell of her breast and licks it. The intent is more animal than soothing and Kylo presses into it, a small smile playing at the corners of her wide mouth.

“If he’d leave his wife so cold,” Kylo says arching her neck, begging for pressure. “Knights of Ren are no Jedi, we’re not used to being left wanting.”

Hux lightly strangles her for ten, twenty, thirty seconds before he lets go. Kylo laughs hoarsely and drags him down to kiss her.

Hux feels it bad, this time. The worst he's ever had it, including his first. A bout of motion sickness (solar winds were hell yesterday) coupled with recent...stress means he hacks up his suppressant. He didn't even realise.

Until now, that is, when nobody other than lord Ren himself shows up at his door, grunting some shit about the need to discuss Snoke's new plans and barging past him to get in.

It's bullshit, of course. Hux can tell by the way his speech stumbles as he tries to come up with more fake "plans" and how his mouth opens when he breathes in to taste the scent of a heat too long delayed.

Hux shudders without thinking and figures he has an hour, two tops, before things really get bad.

Not that it prevents Ren from toying with him. Snaking his arm along the back of the couch as they watch the holopad and "accidentally" pushing his thumb up and down his nape.

The hairs on Hux's arms stand on end, and god he smells good. Amberish warmth, cigarette smoke, and something unidentifiable and lethal.

Ren smirks.

Hux won't rise to it.

They both look forwards and pretend to be interested in the late night chatshow being projected before them. Hux leans back subconsciously until Ren resumes petting him, huffing out a quiet laugh.

Ren slouches further down the sofa, widening his knees to do so, and Hux is suddenly imagining being between Ren's thighs, of kneeling for him. Would Kylo let him suck him off, to take his time and make it good, or-?

Or would he just take what he wanted. Push his cock past his lips and use his mouth with a hand fisted in his hair, tugging. The little spark of want in his chest is being stoked into a full-blown fire. He bites back a groan, barely.

Would they kiss afterwards, he wonders. Kylo licking the taste of himself from Hux's tongue, the pair of them sprawled on Hux's silk sheets, a picture of hedonism.

Ren glances at him again, giving him the side-eye.

Go back to watching your shit soap opera, Hux thinks, but really, really dones't fucking mean it. He presses his thighs together and squeezes.

Maybe, just maybe, he could ride him. Yes, that's good. Ren on his back and him taking exactly what he wants. Reeling from the velvety drag of Kylo inside of him and the slick smeared over his bitten inner thighs. A nasty, instinctive little voice in his head is saying that he shouldn't even use protection because it would feel so much better, closer even - without it. He'd be able to feel Ren's come spill inside him.

It'd also probably get him knocked up, but he's so turned on it barely matters. Maybe that'd abate his heat quicker.

Speaking of which...it's begun. Little flashes of warmth are shooting down his spine with increasing frequency.

He's getting wet.

God, this is wrong. Even if Ren is here purely to torment him, he should be strong and have a healthier resolve. Should be able to say I don't want you without it being an out and out lie.

He inhales deeply, and this time Ren does look at him, eye to eye, prowling closer until they're a foot apart, maybe less.

"You. You're in heat, aren't you?"

"I-no-"

Kylo leers at him and makes a show of drawing a deep breath.

"Liar." he growls, and gods, how Hux breaks out in goosebumps everywhere. "You deny yourself, and for what?"

Hux squirms. It's not so much denying himself as...stubbornness. He won't be the first to give in.

"I'm- you're not-"

"Not interested? Nonsense. I can smell you from all the way down the hall. I'd have killed if someone had stood between me and that door, all because I want to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you until you cry from how good you feel."

Hux's mouth gapes a little, then steels himself. Two can play at that game.

"You'll cave first." he says with more confidence than he feels.

Ren moves even closer, breathing each other in. 2 inches is all that separates them, if that. Hux wants to bite his jaw and see what his long, slender fingers feel like when they're pressed inside him. If Ren knows that Hux can come completely untouched like that. He tries to think it, project it, in the most lurid detail he can and it seems to work if the reaction is anything to go by.

"God, you little-" he spits, and yanks him close by the jaw.

Hux keens, thoughts suddenly scrambled and drifting apart like ashes to the wind. He cradles the base of Ren's skull and digs his blunt fingernails into the soft skin behind his ears.

Ren growls, a rumbling, warning sign and Hux's cock throbs and strains against his trousers.

"Please." he finds himself saying. "Please, just- fuck me."

Kylo grins ferally.

"Just when I was going to call it a draw." he rasps.

Then he pounces.

♥ AN: hope this fits the bill, OP! what a gorgeous prompt! ♥

You are the bee's knees, nonny.

guhhhh not op but goodness i loved everything about this <3 I couldn't help but laugh at the last line. I WISH THERE WAS MORE WAH

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Re: Poe/Finn (Phasma/Finn) D/s verse. (tw: consent issues)

short fill

[FILL] It's a draw.

Re: MISFIRE FILL

Re: short fill