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She had expected his ass to look different.

I love Rey

“I feel like you just keep saying men’s names,”

I LOVE REY

“So I think Hux is the Zodiac killer.”

I. FUCKIN. LOVE. REY.

And the rest of it, I'm just so happy. The jacket, the PARENTS, the whole Matt thing... I'm just like *that hand gesture where you bring your thumb and fingertips together, kiss the tips, and pretend to throw them in to the air*

Oh my god this is so amazing. I love how they included Matt in their kinky sex games and Hux being so casual when Rey walked in on them made me howl with laughter!

"WHY IS A RAVEN LIKE A WRITING DESK?"
"Oh, heh, because Poe wr-"
"BECAUSE POE FLEW ON BOTH."
"What? That doesn't-"
"HE CAN FLY ANYTHING."
"..."
"HE'S ONE HELLUVA PILOT."

best fill ever. i love you, writer.

lmao! Ah yes, the ol' MAYBE I HAVE A WIG & FLOORING STOREFRONT KINK defense.

Oh yay so happy and then oh no so tragic! Aw, Poe. Good work anon - I think your title is great btw :)

i wanted this the second i saw the movie

over the comlink

Op here!

This fill was amazing! Gah! I just loved Han's reaction to it all, especially the beginning when he just freezes. Because of course he wouldn't be able to process everything right away, and then once he does he just snaps.
And of course, love Chewie's pragmatic "just shoot it" solution. ^^

Really an amazing fill, great job!

If the OP is okay with it it's fine. The OP hadn't weighed in on the question when the fill got people trying to defend the OP's prompt. No problem now.

Because there is a subsection of Gen fans that are tired of finding fics that are obviously not Gen labelled Gen. You should have seen the SPN fandom's wank wars about this several years ago. The Gen camp eventually disintegrated when they realized all the gen readers had different definitions of what Gen was.

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i'd love to read your rendition of this prompt, i'm sure it's going to be amazing!! i'm flattered you liked mine tbh <33

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i'm so glad you liked it, op!! i'd been worrying abt getting han and chewie in character, so i'm happy that worked for you :DD

ty for the great prompt!!

"I would like to know your account information so that I may send you credits. This is funnier than any of the comedy holos currently available, so I think you should be recognized for your work."

Hux looked down at the handful of flimsies Kylo was holding out at him.

"What do you mean comedy and I'm not giving you my accou-" He squinted at the first few lines, then snatched the document from Kylo's hands. "That's my speech!"

"Yes," Kylo oozed. "I found the bit about crushing under bootheels charmingly antique. The three paragraphs of extended harvest metaphors were particularly ironic considering there will be nothing left of these planets to harvest but cinders."

Hux shook, incensed. "This was on my private drive, under a password!"

"Mmm, yes." Kylo chuckled darkly. "About that password."

General Hux froze in place as Kylo leaned in, mask close to Hux's ear.

"I do in fact enjoy that particular... activity, just as your password suggests. I've been told I'm very good at it."

Hux's mouth went dry. The air filtering out Kylo's mask tickled his ear.

"But I only do it for people I like, such as people who write. Good. Speeches." Kylo leaned back away from Hux. "Right now, that excludes you. Improve your speech. Short, classic, memorable. Trim it down to a hundred words or less, and then we can talk."

Hux clutched the flimsies to his chest, watching the swirl of Kylo's cloak as he left.

"Lieutenant, take this watch. I'll need to... review the plans for tomorrow."

FINN AND POE WITH ANGST! YES!

LOL, from the title I thought this was going to be an A/B/O thing, but this was a fun surprise. I'm here for any and all sexy proofreading fills.

Password guess: RENLUVS2SUCKCOCK

ahahahahahahaha *snerk*

holy shit i'm about this. +10000000000

Same, same...:D :D :D

Thank you for this prompt, OP, I loved the idea so much but felt like it wasn't something I could write so it took a while but I powered through and here's... something. Which is better than nothing, I hope :)
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When Finn wakes up on a star cruiser, the doctor tells him he's been unconscious for 13 days. He doesn't question at first how many medical resources they've expended on him; the First Order would've left him for dead if he’d fallen in contested territory, of course, but if he'd been injured on base they'd have dropped him in a full bacta tank and had him back to regular duty in a few months. It's only over time that he notices how short they are of everything in the Resistance, especially after having to abandon D’Qar now that its location is no longer secret. Nothing is clean, or orderly, or in very good repair. But they chose to work to save him anyway. Everyone Finn really knew is gone, with Rey and Chewbacca halfway across the galaxy following their map and Han Solo... well. At least Poe is still there. Anyway, when he understands what it must've cost them to heal him, he resolves to be back on his feet and fighting as soon as he can. He owes it to them. No more running.

It's a good thing Finn has an excellent memory. He can piece together how to feed himself for optimal recovery given what's offered to him (unlimited amount of rations, which is new, but very limited variety). He takes the exercises the medics here give him and works them into a training program that he hopes will ramp him back up to acceptable condition. He has standards for himself, even though he doubts that anyone here will require him to swim 100 meters in full Stormtrooper armor before allowing him into a battle unit.

People tease him a little about the time he spends choosing his food in the mess hall, but he doesn't mind much. They also wave him over to sit with them, joke with him, hand him his first small cup of alcohol on rest day from one of the mechanics' private stash. He wouldn't trade that for all the order and structure in the universe.

Poe never teases Finn about any of that. He does offer Finn time in the piloting sims "so next time he doesn't need to kidnap defenseless Resistance pilots to fly for him." Poe's a good teacher. He's patient when Finn can't get it right, and when he finally does he squeezes Finn's shoulder and cheers with him. Finn's used to excelling at things, even used to occasional praise for his skills, but he's not at all used to the kind words when he fails or the touching. It makes him feel warm down to his bones and he wonders how he never realized how cold his life was before the day he ran straight into all these people who were so different.

One morning Finn turns to grab a towel and Poe is there, watching him. He's never seen Poe in the training rooms before. He supposes operating a starfighter’s controls doesn't take great strength, and he's seen Poe running through the corridors with some of the other pilots as they yell back and forth about who's the most likely to crash their ship and need to flee on foot. So he clearly has some kind of regimen, to use the term loosely. Finn could already tell you that Poe Dameron is not exactly the poster child for the word "discipline."

"Do you need something?" Finn asks.

"I was going to ask if you'd come to hangar three tonight, we're having a little... thing. But don't let me interrupt your workout."

"Okay, sure, I'll come."

Finn shrugs and goes back to doing push ups. He expects Poe to be gone next time he looks, since he got the answer to his question, but he's still there, lounging on a bench and watching. He's not even in training clothes, so it's not like he came for a purpose and got distracted. It's like he's just there to look at Finn. It's flattering, he decides as he moves on to his next exercise. Flattering and surprising to be seen as interesting for doing the things that he does exactly like thousands of other troopers. Now he does them because he chooses, and that makes all the difference.

He feels the prickle of Poe's gaze for the rest of his training session. It's a warmth like and unlike the general camaraderie of the Resistance, and if he leans into it, shows off a little, there's no one to tell him he shouldn't. He likes Poe paying attention to him. Would like Poe to pay attention to him in a lot of other ways, too, but figuring out if that can happen is beyond him so he'll take this and enjoy it.

It feels like a thrilling act of disobedience sitting around a lantern in the dark hangar, even though there's no rule they're breaking by being here. He's peeking at Snap's hand of cards, trying to absorb his whispered comments about the rules and strategy of the game. They pass around a large bottle of something and Finn gets a sip. It burns in his throat, he doesn't really like it, but he's willing to try a few times and see if it gets better with experience.

"Here, you're in," Snap says, passing Finn the next round of cards without looking at them. He has no idea what he's doing, he's going to lose horribly, but he smiles because that's okay. It's never been alright before to lose.

He does lose his first hand, and then something new is passed around their circle. It's a small cylinder, burning at one end, and people are sucking from the other end. He watches Poe take his turn, eyes sliding shut as he exhales a plume of smoke.

"It's a plant, works kind of like booze. Want to try?" he asks Finn.

He feels safe here, ready to try anything, He nods.

"Open your mouth."

Instead of handing him the stick, Poe takes another pull from it himself, then leans in and puts his lips over Finn's. He's so surprised he almost jumps, and then there's bitter smoke in his throat and Poe's lips and Poe's hand on his knee and he'd like them to be kissing now. But they aren't, and they aren't in private. Someone cheers as they pull apart.

"Give over, Dameron," says the woman on Finn's other side, who leans forward to share her hit of the drug with Jess across the circle.

Any chance Finn had of winning the next game of cards has been reduced to zero. Some of it might be the giddiness of the drug, but he thinks most of it is just Poe. Poe who keeps murmuring advice in his ear, pressing his chest to Finn's shoulder in the process. It's so much more distracting than helpful. Finally it's over, and Finn excuses himself to the fresher. He tries not to think too much about Poe on the way there and back, but it's hopeless.

He hears laughter as he returns to their little party, but it's suddenly snuffed out when he's close enough to hear, and to see Jess kick at Poe's knee right before they all quiet. Finn has a creeping feeling that they were laughing at him. He can't seem to shake it through the next few minutes, though everything seems normal. It's just too weird that the conversation suddenly shut down as soon as someone caught sight of him. It's the first time he's felt truly left out since he woke up four months ago, and he doesn't like it.

Poe bumps their shoulders together.

"Hey, what's bothering you?" he asks softly.

Of course Poe can tell. That's just great.

"Do we have to talk about this here?" Finn replies.

Poe just gets up and starts walking away. Of course he expects Finn to just follow him, which is what Finn finds himself doing, which is annoying because he's trying to be angry about what Poe may or may not have been saying about him back there.

Poe stops next to the silhouette of an ancient starfighter.

"Okay, spill," he says easily.

It takes Finn a moment to collect his thoughts.

"What were you talking about when I was gone? That you didn't want me to hear?"

"Oh," Poe says.

Finn can just barely see in the dark that he's looking down at the floor.

"They were teasing me, actually," he continues. "For looking at your ass when you were walking away."

Okay, that changes things. Finn steps closer. He didn't get here by not reaching for what he wanted.

"What if I told you you're allowed to touch, too?" he says, taking Poe's hands and putting them around his waist. They're practically nose to nose now, and it's awkward but probably hopefully totally worth it.

"I'd take that opportunity, then," says Poe, and his hands slide down to grab Finn's butt while he presses their lips together.

Of course Poe's amazing at kissing. His hands are all over Finn, running up his back, his arms. Finn gets his hands up under Poe's shirt and it feels so good to be touching skin. It's been too long, and all you could have in the Stormtrooper barracks was furtive and rushed anyway.

"Get a room!" Someone yells from the circle of light.

Finn almost jumps. He'd forgotten they were there. He and Poe pull slowly apart.

"My room?" Poe asks.

"Your room."

They nod at each other in satisfaction. One benefit of having a horribly understaffed star cruiser is that lots of people have their own private quarters, but Finn isn't one of them yet.

They don't bother to say goodbye to their friends. Finn knows they'll be forgiven.

As soon as they're inside the door, Poe's tugging up the hem of Finn's shirt.

"Damn," he says as soon as he's wrestled it off.

Finn would feel self conscious but he remembers Poe watching him that morning in training. His body's not unusual where he comes from but he supposes here it kind of is. As long as Poe likes it, Finn's not complaining.

"Just so you know, feel free to throw me around any time," Poe breathes into his ear, his hands on Finn's biceps.

Finn’s a little scared. He wants this so much, wants it to be good, but he has no idea what to do now that Poe’s in front of him. He has no experience enjoying things, not the way Poe seems to enjoy pretty much everything. But he’s been handed one piece of information, the only direction he has, so he goes there, shuffling forward, crowding Poe until the backs of his legs hit the edge of the bed and then giving him a firm push to the middle of the chest. Finn climbs on after him, catching Poe's wrists and pinning them above his head.

"Like that?" Finn asks as he kisses along Poe's jaw and down his neck.

"Yeah."

He realizes he's made a minor miscalculation in not taking off Poe's clothes before trying to hold him down and touch him all over. He can fix that, and Poe turns out to be very helpful in stripping himself once he understands what Finn's doing. Finn's kind of in his lap at this point and he's trying to touch everywhere, drink in Poe's body with his hands, and then Poe scrapes a fingernail over his nipple and Finn's gasping into his mouth. Poe repeats it again and again and Finn can barely breathe.

"Um," says Poe after a minute of this, pulling away from Finn's lips and looking down, and Finn notices he's kind of been petting Poe's soft belly, that this might be somehow weird. That Poe might take it as some kind of criticism.

"I like it," Finn says, cupping his hand deliberately over the curve next to Poe’s hip. It’s is true but not the whole of it. He's not very good at this but even he knows that now is a bad time to bring up his past life. Sometime maybe he'll talk about being constantly monitored and measured and how he's used to bathing naked with dozens of men but he's never seen one who looks like Poe, never had someone who was kind like Poe, who was unruly and willful and generous with praise for others and soft in unexpected places. Some day he'll explain this, but for now it comes down to the fact that he likes it. He loves it.

"Okay." Poe laughs. "I've never thought of that as one of my attractive qualities, but okay."

It's really a crime, Finn thinks, because Poe's little tummy is cute as hell.

"I want to –" Finn says, and has to stop because Poe's pinching his nipple again.

"I want to suck you, can I..."

"Yeah, yeah," Poe says.

He leans back on his hands as Finn takes the opportunity to kiss everything: Poe's collarbone, the dip of his sternum, his nipples (sadly apparently not as sensitive as Finn's), the trail of hair that runs south from his belly button. He can't help but nibble a little right there, and Poe jumps in surprise but doesn't complain.

Finn only kind of knows what he's doing here. The nervous fluttering in his stomach is manageable. He's done this before, not a whole lot but he's made someone come before, he can do this.

Poe's skin is a little salty and the feeling of him hardening in Finn's mouth is gratifying.

"Yeah, just like that," Poe says as Finn takes him in as far as he can.

He digs his fingertips into Poe's thighs. feels like he's pinning him down again even though he's on the floor between Poe's knees. The breathy sounds that Poe is making above him, shamelessly, the weight of his cock in Finn's mouth, Poe's hand where it's come to rest on his shoulder. It's all so good. He gets lost in it for a minute, almost too much skin and sensation and emotion.

"Wanna fuck me?"

The words filter into Finn's brain slowly through the noise of everything else that's going on, landing hard in his chest.

"Mmm-hmm," he manages to say as he slides up Poe's body again, pushing him into the mattress. Between them, they manage to get Finn's pants and shoes off without having to move too much, kicking them away to land somewhere across the room. Poe wraps his hand around Finn's dick and it's so good, why did they wait so long to do this?

"Here, let me –" Poe mutters, twisting away to get something from the shelf beside the bed, and, "you done this before?"

"Kind of?"

He has with a woman once, though that's not the same, and he's put his fingers in his own ass, he has some idea of how it works.

"Gonna ride you so hard," Poe whispers in his ear, and Finn has no problem with rolling on his back when Poe pushes at his shoulder.

Poe braces a hand on Finn's chest, biting his lip as he twists his other hand back to – well, Finn assumes to stretch himself, he doesn't totally know how it normally goes. But as far as his experience tells him, butts are tight places, and hopefully this makes a difference because he doesn't want to hurt anybody. Poe clearly does know what he's doing. It's a surprising amount of relief to realize that one of them does.

Suddenly there's a slick hand on Finn, smearing wetness everywhere, and then Poe's holding Finn’s cock firmly as he sinks down onto it and it's tight and hot and completely overwhelming.

Finn opens his eyes when he realizes he's closed them, sees Poe looking down at him with an expression he can't place.

"You're... you're just –" Poe says.

Whatever he was trying to express, he gives up. He starts moving above Finn, gently rocking up and down, and that feels even more indescribable. Finn clutches at the blankets, then reaches for Poe's cock, because it isn't as hard as it was before and he needs to fix that right away.

Being inside Poe feels like nothing else. He hadn’t imagined this even as an option, something that could happen in his fantasies, but here he is, here’s his hand running up Poe’s thigh, thumbing over his hipbone. It’s a nice view he’s got: Poe’s body above him, the clench of his thighs as he moves up and down, the expression on his face. Knowing that all of it is because of Finn is the best part.

He wants more leverage, it feels like Poe’s doing all the work, so he plants his feet on the bed. When he thrusts his hips up, Poe gasps above him, braces his hands on Finn’s chest. Poe seems to like it, and that’s good, Finn wants to please him. To take him apart a little, even, but he’s not sure how to do that yet. He’ll just have to observe and learn, some time when there’s not such a hot tight grip on the base of his cock, some time when he can think properly.

He does remember what Poe said earlier. They barely got into the throwing-around part. Maybe he needs to fix that before he comes, which is feeling like an ever-present danger thanks to the tight heat of Poe’s body. He remembers that one time before, recalls what he can of the mechanics of it.

When he sits up, Poe grabs onto his shoulders to steady himself.

“Would it hurt if I was on top?” Finn asks, running his hands over Poe’s back.

“No, no, that’s fine,” says Poe. “I was just getting the party started.”

Finn’s pretty sure this will work. He wraps Poe’s legs around him and then rolls them over. It’s awkward for a minute but Poe got the idea and clung tightly and Finn’s still inside him. Poe’s looking up at him like he’s actually surprised which is a nice feeling.

The angle’s a little awkward but as long as he doesn’t pull out too far it will work.

“That was so fucking hot,” Poe gasps, “you’re so hot, yeah, please –”

He’s always amazed by how Poe just goes for what he wants, even if it means risking failure. Even if it means showing his hand to anyone and everyone. The way his legs are hiked up around Finn puts his shape into stark relief, soft bits squished together, and he seems to just trust that Finn was telling the truth when he said he liked Poe’s body. It’s a vulnerability Finn never could’ve imagined seeing from anyone he knew a year ago.

Poe’s reaching between them to touch himself, his whole body shaking as Finn thrusts into him, and Finn’s never felt so powerful, never taken someone so far that they’re begging him, never had anyone throw their head back and bare their throat to him like this.

“Please, Finn,” Poe begs again, and it’s too much, too perfect, Finn’s coming inside him.

He tries to hold himself there after, wants to see Poe come, and he whispers that into the skin of Poe’s neck, pulling back to watch him. It doesn’t take long. Poe arches his back, squeezing Finn’s arm with his free hand so hard that it hurts, and the way he clenches around Finn’s oversensitive cock hurts too but he doesn’t care because Poe’s saying his name, so differently from the first time he said it, the first time anyone said it, when neither of them had anything left to lose.

Finn has so much to lose now. Poe’s legs wrapped around him, the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles, a hand on his shoulder when he’s having a tough day. He manages to disentangle the two of them, tucking himself into Poe’s side. He runs a finger idly through the come getting sticky on Poe’s belly.

“I guess we should clean that up,” Poe says, but he doesn’t move from where he’s sprawled on his back. “You’re incredible, by the way.”

“I had no idea what I was doing,” protests Finn.

“Then clearly we need more practice. Tomorrow,” says Poe.

He rolls away from Finn with a sigh, turns back with a crumpled shirt in his hand and starts making an effort to clean himself off. He offers it to Finn, after, which is kind of gross but sweet and Finn had just started feeling like his dick was getting stuck to his thigh. Poe tosses it across the room when he’s done, not looking where it lands.

Neither of them seem inclined to get out of bed, so they wiggle themselves under the covers.

“Go to sleep, I’ll give you shower head in the morning,” Poe says as he curls around Finn’s back, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades. He fits there like they were made for it, like he’s the negative image of Finn’s back, soft and warm even in the strange-feeling spots along Finn’s scar. In that moment, there’s no place in the galaxy that Finn would rather be.

i love you i love this

YES TO THIS. Oh man, I wondered how Kylo would have reacted to Hux's speech when I watched it.

Damn, the idea of Kylo calling Hux “Tarkin” in bed and Hux being super-into it was an opportunity too hot to pass up. Hope you’re okay with this OP.

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‘Tarkin!’ Kylo cried out, half-gone from the pleasure and heat building between them. Hux froze, his breath stuttering for a moment.

‘What did you say?’ he demanded.

Kylo’s expression instantly darkened and he bared his teeth. ‘Nothing! Shut up and keep going.’

Hux dragged his blunt nails down Kylo’s chest, purposefully digging in as he skimmed over a nipple. Kylo shuddered, though his expression stayed tight and angry. Not for the first time, Hux wondered how Kylo even survived, when he let his every thought and feeling show. Perhaps part of the reason he wore that mask to hide his pathetically expressive face.

‘Do you think I’m like Grand Moff Tarkin?’ Hux asked, trying to keep his voice neutral.

Kylo snarled and pointedly shifted his hips. ‘It was a stray thought. If you’re so desperate for distraction, I could arrange one,’ he threatened, flexing a hand and making the objects in Hux’s room tremble.

‘Stop that!’ Hux snapped. He tried to slow the way his pulse was racing at that casual display of power. ‘It was an honest question. I’m surprised you even know of Tarkin,’ he continued more evenly.

The objects settled back down, though Kylo was still glaring suspiciously at Hux. ‘I know of Tarkin. The parallels between the two of you are obvious.’

Hux swallowed and had to shut his eyes for a moment, as unwise as it was to do that while in bed with Kylo. When he opened his eyes, Kylo was giving him a speculative look.

‘You like that idea,’ Kylo said. ‘I can feel it.’

‘Stay out of my head,’ Hux said. The protest was practically token by this point. ‘I admire Tarkin. Following in his footsteps would be… an honour.’

Kylo nodded. ‘I know the feeling.’

‘Oh,’ Hux said as comprehension dawned, ‘that’s where your stray thought came from.’ It was hard to spend time with Kylo without discovering his obsessive reverence for Vader. This time it was Hux’s turn to look speculative. ‘You know that Tarkin out-ranked Vader, don’t you?’

Kylo’s defiant expression lasted for another heartbeat before his gaze skittered away from Hux’s. ‘Yes. I know,’ he said sourly. His eyes flicked up for a second. ‘Why do you think I’m letting you lead this time?’

Hux gave a slow roll of his hips so that cock slid against Kylo’s. It was gratifying when Kylo gasped and uttered a low moan. ‘So, in your mind I’m Grand Moff Tarkin and you’re Vader?’

Kylo’s eyes fluttered shut. ‘Yes,’ he hissed.

A sharp heat twisted low in Hux’s gut and he bucked forward reflexively. ‘I can work with that,’ he said.

Aw yeah

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