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I've been incredibly busy lately and, therefore, haven't been writing much, but here is the next part of this never-ending fill. Hopefully it will be ending at some point soonish but no promises because I'm going to be super busy for the foreseeable future.

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They probably should talk about it. They should definitely probably talk about it.

They don’t talk about it.

The thing is, Poe’s not big on talking. Poe just tends to get himself into trouble the more he talks. And Finn is—well, Finn is Finn. The poor guy’s just broken decades of conditioning, brainwashing, abuse, and Force knows what else. This is a lot to lay at a guy’s feet.

Just thinking about it—the sheer enormity of what Finn’s had to go through—makes Poe feel ill. In addition to that, he’s also just come out of a medically induced coma due to a potentially life-threatening lightsaber wound. Poe just wouldn’t feel right dumping all his baggage on Finn. Not after everything he has had to endure.

Finn doesn’t make it easy on him, but Poe figures he probably deserves that.

Finn gets assigned the extra bunk in Poe’s room because the pilots’ quarters are overfull due to all the new recruits flooding in after the destruction of the Hosnian System. Finn also has no sense of shame, which—apparently the First Order had it drilled into their heads that there was nothing particularly special or unique about their bodies, so they ought not to be self-conscious. Self-consciousness was a sign of weakness. Which means a lot of Finn just wandering about their quarters in a pair of revealing compression shorts or worse.

Poe is a strong man. A survivor. He can surely go longer than a minute without wanting to throw himself at Finn’s feet and offer up all his goods and services, for love of the Force.

Unfortunately, Finn is currently sprawled bonelessly over Poe’s antigrav chair in his tiny shorts, bobbing one foot to the music that BB-8 is playing for them because the Gods hate Poe. Some ridiculous Yavinian love song, he thinks, stomach turning as he follows the bouncy movement of Finn’s foot. Poe resolves not to let his eyes travel up the length of Finn’s shin to his knee to his thigh to other parts.

“Poe,” Finn says.

Poe focuses intently on the sole of Finn’s bobbing foot.

“Poe,” Finn repeats, a bit louder this time, and Poe finally forces himself to look Finn in the eyes.

“Yeah?” he asks, smacking his lips and swallowing past a dry throat.

“You zoned out a little on me,” Finn says, cracking a smile, eyes wrinkling at the corners.

Oh no, Poe thinks. His fingers twitch against his thighs. Oh no. He’s cute. He’s disarming me with his cute.

“Sorry. Got a lot on my mind,” he says. He gives himself a mental pat on the back for his restraint.

“A credit for your thoughts?” Finn prompts, offering Poe an almost shy smile.

Poe looks down at the datapad in his lap. “You don’t wanna know. Believe me,” he says, feigning a laugh.

“Try me.” Finn sits up properly in Poe’s antigrav chair and tucks his legs under his body.

Finn’s all long lines and lean muscle—not that Poe noticed what he looked like before, of course—evidence of his physical therapy with Doctor Kalonia and his workout sessions with Rey. Poe tries not to linger, but he suspects he’s probably doing a poor job of it.

He flicks his eyes away. “It’s that, uh, thing I mentioned before. The life-debt thing.”

Finn hmms thoughtfully. “You mean, the sexy life-debt thing?”

“Right, that,” Poe says, looking up from his datapad again. Finn is looking at him suspiciously. “What did you think about that?”

“I think it’s kind of…” Finn pauses and scratches at his lightly stubbled chin. “It’s kind of a lot to process. And we didn't really get a chance to discuss it after. Like, that’s something you’d want to do?”

“It’s not so much want as it is…” Poe sighs. “My family’s honor is kind of tied up in the whole thing because of my cousin and the space pirate and—”

Finn lifts a hand. “Wait, wait. What’s this about your cousin?” he asks.

“My cousin became indebted to a rogue space pirate who repudiated her and destroyed her reputation,” Poe says.

“So, because of that, you want to do the honorable thing and offer yourself to me as some sort of sex slave?”

“Well, when you put it like that.”

Finn sigh and leans his elbows on his knees, scrubbing his hands over his face. “It’s a debt. An obligation. Something you've gotta do,” Finn says. “Sounds like you don't really have as much choice in the matter as you want me to believe.”

“I mean… You have a point,” Poe admits, sitting back against the wall with a thump. He sweeps a hand through his hair and worries at the curls for lack of anything else to occupy his hands.

Finn flicks at some buttons on the armrest of the antigrav chair and scoots a little closer to where Poe’s sitting on his bed. “Maybe it doesn't have to be a bad thing, though,” Finn says.

“What do you mean?” Poe asks.

“We could come up with something better,” Finn says, leaning forward. “Something less obligatory and more… voluntary.”

Poe sets his datapad aside, curiosity piqued. There’s no way he’s going to get any work done tonight. “I’m listening.”

Loving this so much, and if you ever put this on AO3 please provide a link for us! The assumptions here are just asking for more drama, Poe thinking of Hux/Finn and Han Solo's "How did I rip you off" question when Finn attacks. Looking forward to your next update!

This was a great prompt, anon. I wish I'd seen it back when it was first posted.

In any case, the fill can be found here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6993766

Sooooooo I've never written anything for Mommy/Daddy kink before but I hope that I did it some justice. Not sure if OP is still around but I hope someone enjoys this.

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Strong hands threaded through his hair tugging occasionally on the messy locks in a way that made Poe hum around the cock currently filling his mouth. He looked through his eyelashes at the man whose cock he was currently paying service to.

“You’re such a good boy.” His daddy murmured appreciatively. “So obedient and good at doing what you’re told.”

Poe lapped up the praised, renewing his efforts to make his daddy happy with his mouth. Behind him a slender finger prodded at his entrance, teasing it before slowly pushing in. The sensation wrung out a moan of pleasure from Poe, and he eagerly pushed back against the finger, trying to get more of the sensation.

The hands in his hair tightened to keep him from moving. “Don’t you pull away or move. I’d hate to have to punish you after you’ve been so good. Mommy is going to get you nice and open for me and then I’m going to show you what you get for behaving. If you move or try to fuck her fingers you won’t get anything and you’ll have to watch from the side while Mommy and I fuck.”

Poe didn’t like the sound of that at all. Whimpering he tried to keep still other than the movements of his head from the cock sucking while another finger was added into him, rotating and spreading to try and loosen him up. It had been awhile since he’d last taken his daddy’s cock and he knew he needed to be well prepared in anticipation, his jaw was already stretched wide around it in his mouth. That didn’t mean it wasn’t torture to have to hold still.

When a third finger was added and they brushed just so against his prostate, Poe whine loudly and had to will himself to hold still. If it wasn’t for his mouth being full he’d likely be babbling for permission to move.

A soft hand rubbed over his back comfortingly. “It’s alright; you’re doing so well for us. Just a little longer and you’ll get your reward. If you’re really, really good I’ll let you eat me out while your daddy fucks you.”

He wanted that, oh how he wanted to eat her out! There was nothing Poe loved more than pressing his mouth against her pussy and pushing his tongue in as far as he cold go. He’d try to push as much of his face into her as he could.

If he made his mommy and daddy proud he would get all of that.

Even though it was bordering on torture, Poe held still and let his mommy and daddy fuck him from both ends, allowing only the occasional moan to escape him when it seemed he wouldn’t be punished for making noise.

“What do you think?” Daddy’s gruff voice came from above him, “Is our boy good and ready?”

Mommy hummed thoughtfully and spread her finger within him; it caused a twinge of discomfort but in a way that felt pleasurable. Poe showed his appreciation for it by whimpering loudly.

“I think he’s trying to tell us yes.” Mommy said, pulling her fingers our and smacking Poe on his ass. “You stay like that baby boy, Daddy and I are going to switch positions.”

Poe drooled saliva as Daddy’s cock was pulled from his lips but he stayed where he was obediently as Mommy and Daddy rearranged themselves. He couldn’t help salivating as Mommy spread her legs for him and he was treated with the sight of her dripping pussy.

“Please Mommy, can I?” Good boys always asked for permission and Poe was the best boy there was.

Mommy shook her head and began fingering herself teasingly as he watched. “Not until your Daddy’s got you speared on his cock, he’s been waiting so long to get his hands on you. You wouldn’t want to disappoint him would you?”

“No Mommy.” Turning his head, Poe glanced back at where Daddy was lubing himself up. “Please Daddy, I need you.” He wiggled his hips for emphasis, knowing that his hole was spasming invitingly, trying to clench down on nothing. “Please.”

Daddy cursed and threw the lube down as soon as he was satisfied with the amount he’d applied. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, tell me now if you don’t think you can handle it.”

Shaking his head, Poe pushed his hips up invitingly. “Please Daddy.”

That was all the encouragement that was needed and Poe keened loudly as he was slammed into in one long thrust.

“Fuck you’re so tight for me.” Daddy’s grip was bruising as he set a quick rhythm, the force of his thrusts sending Poe inching forward on the bed. “It’s been much too long; I’m gunna cum in you so hard then plug you up so that you don’t forget him. I’m gunna keep you so full while I’m here.”

“Oh yes, please, please.” Poe knew he was dissolving into begging but he wanted that so bad. “I want all your cum Daddy.”

Daddy grunted at the comment and began to fuck him harder; Poe knew this wasn’t going to last much longer but he didn’t care because it felt so good.

His attention was diverted from what was going on behind him when Mommy’s hands settled on either side of his face and pulled him down. “You’re doing so well. Mommy wants you to make her cum; she wants to cover your face in her juices.”

Poe didn’t need to be told twice, leaning down he pressed his face between her legs, lapping at her pussy eagerly to show his enthusiasm. The sounds of her moaning above him were more than enough to encourage him. He nuzzled his nose against her clit, pulling away to shift so that he could take it into his mouth, sucking gently and delighting as the action caused her to thrust up into his mouth.

“Would you like me to use my fingers as well Mommy?” He asked, knowing that sometimes she wanted to make him work harder to bring her to orgasm by using only his mouth and tongue.

Humming she exchanged a look with Daddy. “You may, later though you’re going to have to make it up to me.”

It was a promise more than a threat because she knew how much Poe loved giving eating her out his all. “Thank you Mommy.” Resuming his task, Poe pressed two fingers into her, working them inside of her carefully even as he pressed his lips back to her clit.

“If you can get all of us to cum at the same time we’ll really reward you later.” Daddy said from behind him, his thrusts starting to become stuttered. “We’ve been saving up a real treat for you.”

Not wanting to move his mouth away from Mommy’s softness, Poe nodded his agreement, tightening his muscles around Daddy’s cock as added emphasis.

Daddy groaned and slapped his ass hard enough to leave a bruise. “Cheeky boy.”

“You can do it baby boy.” Mommy encouraged him, her voice nurturing and soothing to contrast with Daddy’s roughness. Her hands had slid into his hair and she was moving his head slightly to encourage his movements. Poe could tell she really enjoyed something when her fingers tightened enough to hurt.

She was so wet on his mouth and Poe wanted her to cum, could feel himself getting close along with both her and Daddy. He scraped his teeth gently across her clit, twisted his finger just so and felt her spasm around him. The sensation of her juices spraying in his face was enough to set Poe off without a single hand on his cock, and he felt Daddy slamming into him hard one more time before stilling.

They stayed suspended like that for several moments, Poe trapped blissfully between his Mommy and Daddy.

The moment had to end though and Poe shivered with a sense of loss as his Daddy pulled out of him. Poe wasn’t permitted to move though, Mommy keeping him in place until Daddy came up behind him again and gently worked a plug into him. Poe moaned in gratitude, loving that he would have his Daddy’s cum in him for hours now.

“You did good kiddo. We’re so proud.” Poe was gently eased out of position and placed down so that he could lie with his head on his Mommy’s knee. “He looks pretty blessed out, you made sure he didn’t have anything he needed to do today Leia?”

Mommy nodded, her hands petting his hair. “I’m the General Han, I make his schedule. He’s free until tomorrow when he has a routine patrol. One he has to be able to sit through, then he’s ours against for the rest of the night.”

“Good, I’ve got a lot of time to make up for.” A kiss was pressed to Poe’s brow. “You get some sleep now kiddo. You did so good for us tonight and we’re not done for tonight.”

Not the OP but I love it!
Han/Poe/Leia is one of my fav OT3 and I'm glad for this. Poe is sucha good boy for his mommy-daddy, not only in bed but outside of it as well :)

I second this comment, with all my loving heart.

Filled!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7034119

Hope you like it.

not sure if i should post this here, since the original got deleted, but I filled this for the Kylux Big bang.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/7085914

Well this is awkward.^^

I used my prompt as my KBB fill too, which is why I deleted it in the First place.

Oh, well, here is it anyway. No hard feelings I hope, anon!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7041292/chapters/16013923

OP here. Sorry it's taken me so long to get to this but I LOVED IT. I love that he thinks it's a training sim, and his process, as he works through the scenario and the attempts to perfect it. And I like that the thing that eventually leads to his escape is Finn messing up and missing his mark, as it were. This was just a really cool concept/take on the prompt, and I enjoyed it. Thank you!

I know this is an old prompt, but if OP is still around I hope you enjoy. This came out a little more non-con than dub-con, but I tried.

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Poe tries not to tense as he hears the door to his quarters open. There’s only one person with unrestricted access to them and it isn’t someone he was hoping to see tonight. Though he won’t lie to himself and say that he didn’t expect to see her, not after everything that’s happened the last few days.

“On your knees Commander.” General Organa’s voice is cold as she speaks. She always speaks in a commanding way, her voice carefully guarded, but this is different. Tonight her voice brooks no argument, and Poe falls to his knees, only thankful that he had the foresight to leave BB-8 to stand guard at Finn’s bed side.

General Organa steps closer and raises her hands to tangle them in Poe’s hair. “You’re so very pretty, just like your mother.”

Poe isn’t sure if she’s talking to herself and the fact that she brings up his mother bothers him. Maybe if he can get her talking they can pretend what she wants won’t happen. . . and if not. . .Poe knows that he’d do anything for her even this. “General I-”

A finger to his lips silences him. “I didn’t come here to talk; you and I both know that.”

“Yes General.” Reaching up with fingers that tremble just the slightest bit Poe begins to undo the buttons on her trousers. Maybe if he pretends this is another circumstance or someone else because despite Leia Organa being Poe’s hero he’s never entertained sexual thoughts about her, her husband maybe. He’d grown up with a lot less interaction with Han Solo, Leia was practically an aunt or second mother to him (and don’t think about that).

Licking his dry lips, Poe slides his general’s pants down her legs and is met with the sight of a large black dildo attached to a strap-on and tucked into her pants as he does. He can see that it’s double sided, the other piece already nestled inside of her. “G-General?”

General Organa tugs on his hair until he’s looking up at her. “We’re going to try something different tonight Commander.” Poe wonders if her use of his title and not his name is a way of disassociating him with what she’s doing; if she felt any regret for this she wouldn’t keep coming for him like this.

“This is only going to go one way but I’m offering you two choices right now Commander.” General Organa’s gaze is steely as she looks down on him; all of the warmth he is used to seeing there is none existent. “You can either bend yourself over that desk and prepare yourself as I watch or you can suck this dildo until I tell you to stop and I will give you rudimentary preparation.”

Either choice leaves Poe in a position of humiliation before his general and it hurts to think that she’s being so cruel because she’s hurting so much inside. Han’s death was harder on her than she had let on to anyone in the command center. It’s been a week since Starkiller Base and it’s only now that she’s acting out on it.

If it helps then Poe is willing to submit himself fully, no matter how much it may tear out his heart to do so.

Without saying anything Poe gets to his feet and goes over to his desk to dig out the jar of slick he keeps there. With a steadying breath he sets it aside and strips down aware of General Organa’s eyes watching him as he does.

“H-H. . .” Poe swallows and steels himself before speaking, turning to face her as he does. “How do you want me General?”

She considers his question for a moment, he feels vulnerable under her gaze. “Bend over the desk Commander.”

It won’t be easy to prepare himself that way but Poe nods, twisting the cap off the jar and setting it on the corner of the desk before coating his fingers in a considerable amount of the product. Bracing his legs against the legs of the desk, he arches his back until he’s in a position that allows him to slip a hand behind himself and slowly ease a finger inside of himself.

With the right person Poe may make this into a tease, drawing it out long enough that his partner is practically begging to fuck him. Tonight he goes for quick and efficient, using more slick than needed to try and make things easier. He knows General Organa won’t hurt him, she needs him to be able to fly, but Poe can tell that she isn’t in a mood for patience either.

Poe presses a second finger in working to loosen the muscles, it’s uncomfortable but manageable. This isn’t about his pleasure anyway, he’s here to serve is general. When he gets a third finger in it does hurt but he ignores the pain, it’s mostly a sharp sting anyway.

“I think that’s enough.” General Organa says sharply as Poe begins fucking himself with the three fingers to try to adjust faster. “Spread your legs, ass up and lean over the desk fully.”

“Yes General.” Poe repositions himself; the new position has his chest flush on the desk with him gripping the top of it. It also has his ass sticking up at just the right height for General Organa to push the dildo into him with one smooth motion. “Hngk!” He can’t quite stop the sound from escaping him as he’s penetrated.

Biting his lip hard Poe tries to keep anymore sounds from escaping. His rooms are somewhat removed from the rest of the pilots but not enough for them not to hear it if he’s loud.

General Organa’s thrusts are brutal and efficient as well as wholly impersonal. At first she doesn’t even touch him, it’s not until she starts to speed up that her small hands settle on his hips and hold him tight enough that he knows there will be bruises there. Some people look at her small stature and age and they think that General Organa isn’t physically capable but those hands hold more strength then it seems.

When she starts hitting his prostate Poe’s body begins to react on its own accord, General Organa picks up on it. “Touch yourself Commander.” She orders using the same tone that she uses when she’s dealing with members under her command that she’s not pleased with. Poe’s only ever heard her speak to him in that way a handful of times since he’s joined the Resistance.

Poe doesn’t fight the command, reaching between his legs to stroke himself, he’s not fully erect so it’s mostly awkward but he manages to get himself hard enough that he receives pleasure from his hand.

“That’s good.” One of the general’s hands runs up the curve of his spine all the way up until it’s in his hair, grabbing it sharply so that she can pull his head back. “Come undone for me Commander, show me who you belong to.”

There are tears in his eyes and they aren’t because of the grip on his hair. He blinks them back quickly and tries to get himself off as quickly as possible; he just wants this to be over. Squeezing his eyes tightly he tries to imagine that it’s a faceless lover behind him and that makes it a little easier. His orgasm isn’t great; it’s painful really as it shudders through him leaving him pliant and exhausted.

General Organa thrusts into him a few more times before shuddering against him and Poe wonders if she actually got pleasure from this beyond the physical aspect of it. He doesn’t ask, he just wants it to be over.

A quiet whine escapes him as General Organa pulls out and wipes the dildo against his thigh. “You did very well Commander.” He doesn’t turn around as he hears the sound of her dressing and then the door opening and sliding shut behind her.

When she’s gone Poe sinks to the floor and tries to keep himself together; he’s done his duty like a good soldier and he should be able to find pride in that.

It’s unsurprising that he doesn’t.

This is incredibly fucking good. Wow. Thank you for writing this, holy cow.

<3

Oh, POE. This was so wrong and so hot.

No idea if Op is still around, but I've been thinking about this prompt for awhile

Poe smiled, falling back on the bed and pulling Ben down on top of him.
“You're worrying.” Poe whispered, pushing himself up to kiss the tip of his husband's nose.
“Can't help it, one of us needs to.” Ben murmurs, cupping Poe's cheek and pulling him in for a slow kiss.
“I'll be fine, by the time you get home I'll be here waiting for you. Won't be like I was ever gone.” Poe smiles, “It's not my first mission, I'll be fine . I should be the one worrying with how reckless you are whenever you go on a job with your dad.”
“ I'm the reckless one? Poe you're a pilot.”
“And you're a smuggler, quite the match if I do say so myself.” Poe grins, flipping them over and sliding down to kiss at his neck.
Ben rolls his eyes, sitting up to tug Poe's tank top over his head, “Just please, be careful.”
“You know me.”
“That's the least reassuring thing you've ever said.”
Poe let's out a laugh, kissing at his jaw, his hand sliding slowly down Ben's chest. “I'll be fine, and you'll be fine. And you'll come home and I'll be here, ready to ride your cock and tell you all about my mission.” He mumbles, cupping Ben through his briefs, stroking over his quickly hardening cock. “Or we could just talk too.” He grins, pulling his hand away and moving to slip off Ben's lap.
“Shut up, Pilot.” It's said with an almost growl, and Poe grins up at the taller man as he's pushed back down on the bed, spreading his legs to accompany him.
His underwear is tugged off and tossed somewhere behind Ben, and a second later slick fingers are tracing over his rim.
“Come home to me, Pilot.”
“I promise.” Poe whispers, tugging him in for a kiss as his fingers finally start to fuck him open.

Poe lets his head fall forward, taking in slow breaths- Ben is going to kill him if he gets out of this- He needs to stay calm, keep his head on straight, find a way to get out of here and get back to bb-8 before anything can happen to the tiny droid. Jakku's a junkyard and he really hopes his little buddy has found a safe place to hide and isn't being sold for parts right now.
His head is throbbing and his body really isn't feeling much better, he knows he has a few broken ribs from the amount of pain that courses through him when ever he breathes in. But that's really the least of his worries right now.
“I had no idea we had the best pilot in the Resistance on board.” Poe snaps his head up to stare at the masked man, narrowing his eyes as he makes his way to him.
“Comfortable?”
Poe wants to punch his teeth out, take off that stupid mask and beat the ever living shit out of him for what he did to Ben all those years ago.
“Not really.” He says instead, narrowing his eyes at the taller figure hoping he knows that Poe Dameron-Solo is not afraid of some wannabe Sith lord, who couldn't even go to sleep with the lights off until he was 8.
Poe keeps his eyes on him as he comes closer, digging his finger nails into his palms and barring his teeth in an angry grin. Ren stops when he's standing in front of him, close enough that he has to strain his neck up in order to continue glaring at him.
“I'm impressed.” Kylo Ren says, reaching out to cup Poe's cheek. “No one has been able to get out of you what you did with the map.” He voice is almost soft, even though it still comes out mechanical through the voice changer.
The leather of his glove is cool against Poe's cheek, and it reminds him of a similar cold metal touch of the man he loves back at the base. And for a moment Poe lets himself relax into the touch, all the while still refusing to break his glare at the masked man. Kylo Ren's thumb stokes over his cheek, moving down to brush over his bottom lip.
“You might want to rethink your technique.” He whispers, before biting down hard on his thumb.

The man in the mask hisses, backhanding Poe hard enough to send his head spinning. He doesn't even have enough time to get his bearings before he's thrown back against the torture rack. He opens he mouth to snap back at the taller man when suddenly he can't breathe, there's something closing around his throat.
Kylo Ren is standing in front of him, hand out stretched in all powerful glory, and Poe can't breathe no matter how hard he tries to fight it.
The knight's hand drops, and Poe sags forward, the restraints digging painfully into his skin making him hiss, gasping for deep breaths of air that kill his ribs but he doesn't care because he's too distracted with being able to breathe again.
“Where is it.” Ren hisses, softness all gone and replaced with rage at the pilot.
“The resistance will not.. be intimidated by you.” Poe hisses, voice breaking as he continues to try and get his breathing back under control. Taking in a deep breath to try and prepare himself as the man raises his hand again, waiting for his air supply to be cut off.
But his air never leaves him, instead it's pain and pressure. Invading his mind, making his body shake. And he screams, his mind is being torn apart and he tries his hardest to remember what Ben had told him about the force, but the few times Ben had ever used it on him, it wasn't like this.
Poe lets out a broken sob, trying to shove up walls in his mind to give him time, he needs to block out Ren, he can't give up. But Ren tears down every wall, every attempt and just brings in more pain and it feels like his brain is being picked apart. And he can't do this, but he needs to because he won't let his General down now.
Poe sobs, twisting in his bonds. Crying out in refusal as memories are flashing in front of him.

Poe at 5 running into his mothers arms, he's wearing her helmet and it's too big, falling in front of his face. But he's giggling wildly as he's picked up and spun around.
“Mama I'm gonna be just like you!”

Poe at 7, holding hands with two twin boys. Leading them into a secret clearing he found.
“This is our place.” He grins, “But it's just for us, 'cus we're best friends so you guys can't tell anybody bout it.” Smiling brighter as the two 5 year old boys give him a serious look and agree.

Poe at 8 and his mother passed away and he ran into the clearing to hide, because nothings fair. And no one can find him for hours, until two boys show up. He yells at them to get lost, but they sit down beside him and hold him close and he sobs and sobs, but he feels safe.

Poe at 11 and he's frowning because Ren's been yelling at him again, and it doesn't make any sense.
“He's always angry.” Ben huffs beside him. And that's that.

Poe at 16 and he's crushing on Ben. And Ren still so angry all the time, and being weird, and following him, and Poe's confused. And he's getting ready to pack for flight academy and Ren rushes in and kisses him, and he's shocked and he doesn't like Ren like that. But Ren's angry and breaks his nose and throws a glass at him and Han has to drag his son out screaming.

Poe at 19 and his best friend is being brought in on a stretcher, and one of his arms are gone and there's blood, and there's so many cuts. And he might not make it, and there was a massacre at the Jedi school and Poe's doesn't even think of Ren.

Poe at 21 and Ben and him are trying to keep their relationship secret, but he graduated and he's going to be a pilot and Ben lifts him up and kisses him in front of everyone in celebration.

Poe at 26 and he's smiling at his soon to be husband, and Ben's kissing him and he's married, and they're back in their room and Ben's spreading his legs and kissing over his neck and he's in lov-

And Poe's being choked again.

1000% percent love for this!

-fans self- wow!

Happy day! I somehow completely missed that this had updated! Voluntary sexy times are really the best sexy times!

Omfg! I can't wait for the next part, it's sooo good!!

sin..sinfully hot!!
i've read the prompt some time ago and wondered whether it would be filled someday since it made me so interested. And this doesn't disappoint :D

Can't wait for more!
Already love this story!

Oh poor Poe, hopefully he gets a happy ending with Ben. kylo is such a jealous bastard, I'm guessing he is gonna make Poe pay dearly for preferring his brother, update fast please!

“Enough!” Kylo screams, slamming Poe's head back against the rack, “You disgusting little whore!”
Poe groans, blinking away the dots clouding his vision.
“How dare you show me that! How dare you show him ruining you!” Ren growls, dropping the force hold he has on Poe and leaving the man gasping for breath once again.
“You belong to me!”
Poe shuts his eyes dropping his head forward, he's covered in sweat and tears but at least he's still alive, and if he can keep this up until Ren finally kills him, the first order still won't know anything. He only hopes Ben will forgive him.
“You belong to me! And only me! Do you understand?! You married him, you let him touch you.” He hisses.
Poe blinks his eyes open to look at the knight, Ren is vibrating with anger, his hands clenching at his side, and Poe's waiting for him to pull out his saber and end this.
“So sorry we couldn't invite you to the wedding, brother.” He wheezes, “But hey, we're in-laws now.”
Ren body goes tense, his head slowly tilts down to Poe's left hand, noticing a silver wedding band on his finger. And with a small flick of his hand, the finger snaps back forcing a scream of pain out from Poe's lips.
“I'm going to make you wish you never looked at him.” He hisses, bringing up his hands and Poe flinches screwing his eyes shut, he's going to be ready this time. But all he hears is a quiet hiss, and a soft clank, opening his eyes he comes face to face with his husband.
Poe jumps back shocked, he know he shouldn't be; he knew who his tormentor was, he knew they were identical twins, so he shouldn't be shocked by the resemblance but the last time he saw the two of them together he was 16, and he spent the last few years under some stupid impression that they wouldn't resemble each other anymore. But they do, sure they're not completely identical like they were as children. Ben's has a slight tan and freckles from working outside, while Ren looks like he's never seen sun light before, Ren's hair is long and has been flattened down to his head, while Ben's hair is short and wild, Ren's face is longer, Ben's cheeks are more pronounced, Ben smiles at him and Ren looks like he's ready to break every bone in his body.
Ren's seething with anger as he rises his hands.“He thinks he's allowed to touch you?” The restraints open and Poe falls forward unexpectedly. Catching himself just before he hits the ground.
“You think you're allowed to be with some other than me!?” Ren yells, and Poe screams in pain, curling up in a ball as his minds being picked through again.
“Does it upset you?” Ren asks, “Are you thinking of him when you look at me?” He laughs, driving a hard kick to his stomach.
“You're not him!” Poe screams, moving quickly he aims his own kick at the knight. But he freezes before he can do anything. Leg suspended in mid air, Ren's hand out stopping him.
He's smirking, shaking his head, as he slowly walks around him.
“Oh, I know.” Ren chuckles, “I am much, much stronger than he ever will be.”
“Stand.” Poe's leg drops down, and he's slowly moving to his feet with a glare.
“Fuck you.” Poe snaps, before he's held still once again by the force.
“Strip.” Ren smirks, watching the shocked and terrified look cross the pilots face, as he slips the old leather jacket off, and begins tugging off the rest of his clothing.
Poe felt his heart beating wildly in his chest as his throat closed up in panic, standing there naked under Ren's angry and lustful gaze, it was all too easy to put together what the knight was planning. “Ren, listen to me,” He tried, hoping he could talk some sense into him, “If you ever cared about me pleas-”
“Bend over and shut up.” Ren orders, and Poe doesn't even have time to process before his teeth are clenching shut and he's bending over, face flushing in humiliation as he feels Ren's eyes on his hole.
“You denied me, all those years ago, and now you go to him.” Ren growls, “I can take every memory of him from you, make you forget, replace them with myself, and you won't even know the difference.” His hand moves slowly, rubbing over Poe's crack spreading him apart as his thumb circles over his hole.
Poe flinches, it's all the movement he's allowed in this position. He glares at the wall through his humiliation, It's okay. He tells himself, This'll keep him distracted from the map, He's willing to die for the resistance, He can do this.
“I'll keep you here with me, as my beautiful prized pet. You'll be so happy once you finally belong to me. You were made for me, Poe.” Ren grins, reaching around him to stroke over his cock, laughing when Poe lets out a choked breath. “You'd be so much happier with me, I can give you so much power, I won't ever leave you, Poe. I can see it, how scared you are. Jedi aren't allowed to form attachments, so what would have happened if you brought this map home? When he finishes his training he'll have to leave you. Or did you actually think he'd choose you over power, sweetheart?”
Whatever has been forcing him still releases him, and he falls forward legs giving out from under him, forcing a groan of pain out when his knees connect with the hard floor. He rolls over quickly, scared to keep his back to the knight, especially when he's this vulnerable.
“He loves me.” He spits out, and it sounds desperate even to his own ears. He feels pathetic as he drops his gaze, the hungry look Ren's giving him reminds him too much of Ben's and he can't afford to think about that right now. The resistance will not be intimidated.
“You won't even look at me, what would your husband say? if he's anything like his mother I think he'd be pretty ashamed by how pathetic you really are.” Ren laughs, hand coming out and forcing himself back into his head. no.
Poe sobs, curling over on his side, as memories of his Ben are being dragged out. No. “Please, don't take him from me! Please!” He begs, hands squeezing against his temples as he cries. He'll die. He doesn't care, but he can't loose Ben, he can't.
“Shh, shh. It's okay, I'm just looking sweetheart.” Ren whispers mockingly, stroking over his cheek. “I love you, Pilot.”
The pet name sends a disgusting shiver through him, sobs catching in his throat. “Get out of my head!” He wails, he can't have him ruin everything, that name belongs to Ben and he's the only one who can use it. “Shut up! You're not him!”
“You like it rough right, like it when he throws you down and takes you? I can do that too, Pilot.” Ren asks, “I can be just like him, but even more powerful.”

Oh poor Poe, I feel for you even as I delight in your anguish (because I am a horrible person)

“I shouldn’t be so surprised that your bad taste extends to this, Ren,” Hux sniffed. “And yet here I am.”

A brief tilt of Kylo’s head from the datapad was all Hux’s efforts to garner his attention away from the game drew in response. It wasn’t even a significant enough angle for him to be able to see Hux through his ridiculous helmet.

A tiny meow chimed from the screen. Kylo aligned the photo viewer with a tiny black cat onscreen. This was easily the calmest Hux had ever seen him, certainly the most patient, as he watched Kylo flip through several seemingly-identical pictures of the little cat in the same pose before deleting all but one.

“It doesn’t seem a very fitting game for you. Not very dark.” Also not one of Hux's best efforts at needling Kylo Ren.

“You know nothing of the Force,” Kylo finally replied, head still bowed. “Neko Atsume is far from the Light side.” A ball of red yarn was bought with the tap of a gloved finger before he (clearly begrudgingly) stowed the thing away in a fold of his robes.

If that wasn't proof enough the time-wasting app was trouble, it spread to some of the Finalizer's crew as well. The instances of quiet meows echoing around the bridge increased drastically within the next few days. And while he couldn't be sure, Hux was more than suspicious when Phasma suddenly found reasons to check her datapad more often while on shift.

Kylo breezed into a budget meeting thirty minutes after it started. Just like him since for once he purposely hadn't been invited, the better to discuss how the First Order was going to be able to pay for things while Ren's quest for Skywalker continued to be a massive drain on resources. Before Hux had even opened his mouth to bother attempting a snide remark, a tiny movement by Kylo's hip caught his eye.

A small charm of a black cat with two-toned eyes swung from where it was carelessly attached to the hilt of his lightsaber. The little dots of color and sheer strangeness of it threw it in sharp contrast against the rest of Kylo's rough outfit.

"Sir?" One of the petty officers drew Hux's attention back from the oddity. He quietly cursed Ren's fixation with that annoying game for getting the better of him. It didn’t matter in the long run of things. Hux just had to wait it out.

Mere hours later, an equipment panel was destroyed, apparently over Kylo's frustration from missing a rare cat.

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