tfa_kink | PROMPT POST #3

Yay, my blind hope has been justified! Thanks for another part so soon! :D

First, I agree with the reader anon above about Kylo haunting Hux's memories. Nice contrast between the shadowy figure lurking and the otherwise real-world (? non-supernatural-horror?) atmosphere. I don't know if it was intentional, but I like how Hux's feelings sometimes bled through and sometimes didn't, like Kylo only picked up on the strong and deep emotions firmly attached to certain parts. The build and the deterioration of the relationship was very well done, bravo. Even the gradual reveal of full names had me grinning.

Second, can I just say that your version of Hux's dad is the most realistic one I've read so far? He's still antagonistic, but he's not exaggeratedly horrible. He's still scary, but in a stern, military-man-with-expectations-for-his-kid way. (I cringed at his blunt words to Hux in his office. Thanks for him not getting physically violent, having a homophobic rant, or demanding grandchildren.) The last scene, though? That was worthy of a movie. I'd pay money to watch it in theater. XD
(Btw, his attitude toward Hux at the academy reminded me of friends whose parents are teachers... Let's just say that whatever subject said parent taught gave them complex feelings for life, haha. I can't imagine when your parent is basically the principal/headmaster of your school.)

OP here

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good fucking shit. you're a hero, author!anon.

Wow, that was scorching hot A!A. I loved that this was from Leia’s perspective. Her cold deliberation warring with her pain made her seem strong without erasing her humanity. The insight in the game of politics and its frustrating nature gave this piece a feeling of depth. Also. Also the porn was really damn sexy with a lot of attention going to details and character traits. The suggestion of Hux’s masochism at the end? That was… wow… yes. Unf. Well done for giving such a rare pair an amazing fill.

!!!!! Wowwwwwww. You rocked this!

This! Yes!

The cloak? He'd eat it.

Absolutely yes! Guinea pigs rule! They know the true state of the world (at least they like to think so 😆)

This is really, really interesting, especially the part about Snap. Snap is much too underappreciated.

Aaand this time no one wins because they both fuck him - at the same time. Which is super awesome, but also kinda super annoying, because what do we do now??

This is so good! So much potential for being both sweet and heartbreaking.

Oh this was good mmm

Niiiiiice :)

They play the holo recording of their threesome to a panel of independent adjudicators (a random Senator, a random nerf-herder, a sassy droid, ~~current prisoner~~ celebrity guest Admiral Ackbar) and are each awarded scores in Athleticism, Artistry, Poise, Filth, and Number of Stupid Faces Kylo Ren Made While At Their Mercy.

The winner is the one with the highest total, in the event of a tie I guess they'll just have to have sex again.

So I've had this open in a tab for over a week. I didn't know if I wanted to read it, or if the comments were peer-pressuring me, or what.

This fill was not at all what I was expecting. It's so much better. You are a wonderful person. :D I love all the working through the kinks of the kink, but the ending is my absolute favorite part.

Valve Lash: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6146251/chapters/14082265

I just saw this so I'm not sure if you are still interested, but I would like him to come back, yes. But if people want him to stay away, it's fine too.

Okay I saw this prompt and it wouldn't leave me alone annnnd I kinda sorta got away from what it started as but I hope you enjoy it?
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Hux enters his quarters hanging both his hat and coat before turning towards the main room, Kylo Ren knelt before his seat his upper half bare and hands clasped behind him. His head was bowed and his head had tilted just slightly at the sound of Hux’ boots as he crossed the room to his seat. He didn’t speak as he lifted his personal halopad, scrolls through the few messages and clicks a few things that need his attention before setting it down again. He turns his eyes on the younger man then who had barely moved since he’d entered his quarters. The taller of the two trembles as Hux hums tunelessly under his breath and ran his fingers through the thick black locks, the knight of Ren struggles not to push forward into the familiar grounding touch.

“Look at me,” the tone though quiet held a command that the younger of the two couldn’t disobey when he got like this. He lifts his head though he keeps his eyes trained on the ground, a slight shiver running down his spine even as he straightens up. “I said look at me Ren,” fingers tug at his hair and his dark eyes trail up the mans form, he bites down on his tongue to hold back a whine. His hair is released from Hux’ grip and instead moves to tilt his face up more, gripping his jaw tightly as Hux inspects his face. “Mmm,” he hums his sharp eyes taking in everything about the younger mans face, gaze lingering on the scar that girl had left him with. “Very good Ren,” he releases his jaw and pushes a stray curl away from his face before sitting back in his seat.

Kylo swallows and lets his eyes follow the general’s hands as they work at undoing his collar and rolling his cuffs, unconsciously he licks his lips and the redhead smirks at him. “Come closer,” and the raven haired man shuffles forward, keeps his hands together behind his back. His eyes glance up and Hux nods as he settles back on his heels, waiting. Hux’ long pale fingers undo his belt with a practiced ease before they move down to undo the button and zipper of his breeches, Kylo’s breathing hitches minutely and he struggles not to lean forward to nuzzle at the rough fabric. Hux finally pulls his cock from within the confines of his uniform and pumps it slowly, watches the way Ren’s eyes follow each motion with burning eyes as he hardens. “Come on then, you’re clearly gagging for it,” and his lips twitch up as the younger man lets himself lean forward, laps at the head while glancing up at the general before he take him in and hallows his cheeks.

Kylo shifts his knees further apart, settles as well as he can without his hands offering balance and huffs out through his nose. This was something he was good at as Hux would remind him, one of the only things in the general’s opinion actually. He presses his tongue flat against the thick vein, earns a rumbling groan from somewhere in the gingers throat and fingers thread in his hair. He bobs his head as well as he can and sucks, getting a sharp tug and then a press at the crown of his skull. He settles himself, breathes out of his nose harshly and blinks up at Hux. Those sharp green eyes are watching him, drawn back to that slightly raised scar. He knows what it means even as the general pushes his hips up, Kylo breathes out again and allows himself to go lax.

He takes Hux down his throat, his nose pressing into the wiry red curls at the base before he’s pulling back and repeats the motion. Above him the general lets out a low groan, utters quiet praises and runs his fingers through his hair again, makes Ren hum around him. This is something Ren has always found himself preening with, his fingers ache where they are still clutched together behind his back. He swallows around Hux’ length again drawing another utterance of praise and fingers tighten in his hair once more, tugging just hard enough to draw a moan from him. “Kriff, Ren,” he swears above him and pulls the younger man off him roughly, his free hand moving to pump his cock as a familiar heat pools in the pit of his stomach.

Kylo stares up at the general’s face, his mouth still hanging open as something burns in his dark eyes. Hux let’s out another swear and twists his wrist, his release painting Ren’s face even as he continues to pump his slowly softening cock. The younger man’s eyes have fallen shut and his cheeks burn at the sensation of warm cum landing over his scar, he could feel it in his lashes and when he licks his lips tasting the general’s release it earns a low, tired noise from the man above him. “Come up here Ren,” his voice still quiet and commanding and Ren unclasped his hands for the first time since he’s knelt. He stands slowly, his eyes remaining shut as the general’s release continues to drip down his face and he hears a appreciative hum from the man before him.

“I think that you deserve a reward, no?” and Kylo doesn’t respond, knows not to even as his fingers twitch beside him out of habit. Hux’ fingers slip under the waist of his leggings and tugs him forward by the fabric, he shivers as he’s pulled from the confines and squeezed just the right side of painful. A low groan rumbles in his chest as familiar cool fingers pump and squeeze just right. “What do you say Ren?”

“Please sir,” and in any other situation he would hate and deny that whine in his voice, but when Hux twists his wrist making his hips buck forward his mind goes blank of that. “Please sir, may I cum?” he’s shaking, the warmth in the pit of his stomach and the sensation of those eyes focused solely on him becoming too much. “Please?” the desperation causing his voice to crack, he’s aware of his trembling and then Hux utters those four words he needs to hear.

“Cum for me Ren,” and everything just whites out perfectly.

nooo this was so soft and cute and slow and hot and I loved it. Finn's inexperience here was refreshingly written - he knows what he wants and he knows he'll figure it out, somehow.

*PUMPS THE KUDOS BUTTON HARDER THAN A FUEL INJECTOR*

oh

my

god

usually I just give straight porn a miss, but I'm so glad I dipped my toes back in for this

[A/N: What a good prompt, nonny. I hope this is satisfactory!]

Supplement

“The general wants to see you in his quarters at 2300 hours.”

JB-007 would never question a direct order, but he does raises his eyebrows at Captain Phasma. She wipes the sweat out of her eyes with the back of her hand and squints back at him.

JB-007 glances to the far end of the barracks, but General Hux is gone from his usual post. He often drops by unannounced in the barracks, to confer with Phasma and otherwise monitor their progress, although he never interacts with the troopers directly. “Didn’t he say why?”

“I’m sure he has his reasons,” Phasma eventually says, cryptically, before turning back to her weight training.

There’s a rumor going around that the general sometimes enjoys the company of stormtroopers. To his knowledge, it’s just a rumor. He’s never met or even heard about a specific trooper who’s had the pleasure, but there’s still the occasional whisper about what exactly it would take to wipe that perpetually sour expression from the general’s face. The general is a powerful, young, and handsome man, said perpetually sour expression not withstanding. It’s only natural that he’d become the subject of some lust.

But being summoned to the general’s quarters when he’s supposed to be off-duty doesn’t necessarily indicate anything salacious. The general must be one of the busiest men in the galaxy. His inspiring pursuit of empire is so tireless, it’s a marvel that he sleeps at all.

But a man can dream, and JB-007 sometimes does—of red-gold hair, pale skin, and thin lips falling open in ecstasy.

JB-007 arrives exactly on time—the general so values punctuality. He barely presses his finger to the console to knock, so to speak, when the door opens. He enters.

He’d expected something a little grander, but as far as he can tell, the general’s quarters are identical to all senior staff quarters, consisting of a personal office, a bedroom, and a washroom. There are a few personal touches here and there—something in a frame that he can’t identify, a piece of antique furniture, a small bust of Grand Moff Tarkin on the desk—but little else. It’s as comfortingly clean and minimal as the rest of the ship.

The man himself is seated behind his desk, engrossed in his datapad. He barely looks up as JB-007 presents himself in front of his desk.

He clears his throat. “You wanted to see me, sir?”

“Yes, yes, I did.” General Hux glances at him. He’s, unusually for him, a little flushed, as if the room is too warm. It suits him. The general returns to his datapad. “Strip,” he commands, casually.

JB-007 is too well-trained and masked besides to betray any sign of surprise, but he still has to ask for confirmation—it sounds like something out of a bad holovid. “Excuse me, sir?”

The general glances up, face patient. “The new protein supplement seems to be delivering excellent results, but I need to see its effect on the… physique.” Even that could be taken at face value, but then the general drops his eyes to JB-007’s chest and licks his lips absent-mindedly.

Ah. He smiles a little under his helmet at his good fortune. “As you wish, sir,” he says smoothly, and, rearranging his expression into something neutral, he removes his helmet.

Any trooper worth their salt can be out of armor in under five minutes. JB-007 can do it in three. He arranges the components of his armor neatly at the foot of General Hux’s desk. When he pulls his shirt off, the general sets down the datapad and comes out from behind the desk to stand in front of him a respectable distance. When he shucks the thin leggings off, the general leans back against his desk, just looking at him.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, almost to himself. JB-007 is not a vain man. He’s in peak physical condition, but so is every trooper. Among them, his only distinguishing physical trait is that his ears are a bit large. But the general’s gaze is hot and hungry on his flesh, and he feels, for the first time, a little proud of his body in a way that has nothing to do with how well it performs the tasks the First Order asks of it.

“Lift up your arms,” he commands. JB-007 complies. The general purses his lips and assesses his chest, slowly tilting his head this way and that, his hungry eyes roaming over him. JB-007 feels his cock twitch and stir to life in his regulation undergarments at the blatant attention.

JB-007 starts when General Hux reaches out and runs his bare hand over his outstretched arm, from shoulder to wrist. He runs his hand back up JB-007’s forearm to grip at his bicep, placing his other hand gently at JB-007’s waist. JB-007 licks his lips, never taking his eyes off the general. General Hux’s hands roam over JB-007’s arms, chest, and shoulders, never settling as long as he would like. Those pale hands are freezing cold, but JB-007 suddenly feels too warm. He’s getting harder by the second, cock straining against his underwear.

General Hux removes his hands and circles behind him, out of JB-007’s line of sight. He waits for the general to touch him again, but he doesn’t. He completes his circle, coming to a stop just a few inches from JB-007. The general’s gaze is searing on JB-007’s skin, and he finally looks him in the eyes.

General Hux grabs him by the chin and JB-007 instinctively grabs his wrist, twisting it. The general’s mouth falls open—at last, the sour expression banished—before it resolves into a hungry smirk.

“So strong,” he says, approvingly. He tugs at his wrist, but JB-007 doesn’t budge. He leans in, forcing JB-007 to tilt his head back to match his gaze. “You could do anything to me, and I wouldn’t be able to stop you.”

“I could.” JB-007 takes a step forward, and then another, until the general is backed up against his desk. He presses their hips together and—and the general is already hard, underneath his crisp trousers. JB-007 bites his lower lip and grins. “What would you like me to do to you, sir?”

General Hux clicks his tongue. “Come now, you don’t have any ideas?”

Oh, JB-007 has ideas. He’s thought about what he would let the general do to him, or what he’d do to the general, given the chance. He’s fondest of the fantasy where he’s under the general’s desk, driving him to distraction with his mouth while he’s in a meeting, lapping up his seed.

But the general seems to want something a little more strenuous. As JB-007 considers his next move, General Hux twists his wrist impatiently and almost breaks out of the hold.

In a flash, JB-007 has him turned around and bent over the desk, face pressed into the plasteel, arm twisted behind him. The general struggles, but only manages to rub himself against JB-007’s crotch—which, he suspects, is rather the point.

He leans over him to breathe hotly in his ear. “Something like this, sir?”

“More like,” General Hux breathes, turning his head to glance over his shoulder at him. “What are you going to do to me?”

JB-007 leans up a little, but slides his free hand between the general and the table, splaying his hand over his chest. “You’ve had a good look at me,” he says. “I’d like to have a good look at you.”

General Hux grins at him.

It takes some concentration, but he eventually works both the general’s jacket and shirt open. JB-007 runs his hand over the general’s chest. He’s not a career soldier, but he’s appealingly fit. He brushes a thumb over a peaking nipple, and the general shudders beneath him.

He pushes the jacket and shirt up General Hux’s back and chest, slowly revealing the curve of his spine. The general groans underneath him.

JB-007 reaches for his belt buckle next. He wishes he could use his other hand, but the general is obviously enjoying being held down and doesn’t seem to mind the wait. But JB-007 does, and when he finally manages the clasp and the fly, he yanks down the general’s trousers and underwear impatiently. He’s rewarded with a gasp.

He grins. Sliding his hand back down the general’s chest and stomach, he finally takes the general’s length in hand. His own cock is hard, precome leaking into his underwear, but he doesn’t want to stop touching the general long enough to fully strip.

There’s already a drop of precome at the tip of General Hux’s cock. He smears it into his slit with his thumb. The general tries to buck his hips, but there’s nowhere for him to go—he’s trapped between JB-007 and the desk. He rubs the curve of his ass against JB-007’s trapped cock, and JB-007 groans. He reaches farther down to gently cradle the general’s balls, and General Hux makes a breathy, humming noise that goes straight to JB-007’s cock. He grinds into the general’s ass, rutting against it.

“There’s, there’s—” General Hux pulls at his twisted arm with his actual strength, and JB-007 releases him. The general rises a little on his feet to lean over the desk. JB-007 steps back to enjoy the view—the general exposed, hips lifted as if presenting. His cock hangs heavily between his legs, red and leaking. JB-007 takes the opportunity to strip out of his underwear. His own cock springs to attention vehemently. The general is struggling with a drawer on the other side of the desk, so JB-007 reaches out to brush his knuckles against the general’s balls. General Hux almost collapses against the desk.

“Use this,” General Hux drops something on the table, and JB-007 picks it up. It’s a discreet tube of lubricant.

It’s half-empty.

JB-007 is suddenly seized, not by visions of the general getting fucked over his desk by other stormtroopers, but by an image of the general sitting alone at his desk, unable to stop working, but still desperately needing release, working himself open with one hand and tapping away at a datapad with the other until his hands shake. He grunts.

He squirts some of the lubricant onto his fingers and sets the tube down. He braces one hand on the general’s hip and runs the wet fingers of the other up the cleft of his ass—the general moans at the touch—and, carefully but briskly, works his hole open. When he brushes against the general’s prostate, just to orient himself, General Hux’s back arches so beautifully and he makes the most gorgeous strangled noise.

He’s barely gotten a second finger into the general when he fucks back onto his fingers with a strangled noise and orders him to stop.

“Sir?” He’s not under any illusions about the size of his cock, but surely the general needs more preparation than a finger and a half?

General Hux looks over his shoulder, flicking his hair back. “I want to feel you tomorrow.”

JB-007’s head briefly swims with the concept—General Hux on the bridge of The Finalizer, ass sore and aching from his cock. He removes his fingers and lines the dripping cock in question up with the general’s well-oiled hole. “Sir,” he promises, “you’re going to feel this all week.”

General Hux hisses in approval and JB-007 slides into him as slowly as he dares. He watches the general’s face as he sheathes himself completely. When the general’s nostrils unflare, JB-007 takes a slow, experimental thrust.

“Harder,” General Hux orders. “I can take it.”

JB-007 obediently pulls back and slams into the general. General Hux arches his back and moans again.

“You’re so tight, sir.” JB-007 punctuates the formal address with a slow roll of his hips that makes the general thrash underneath him. “You’re going to feel this all week.”

“It’ll drive me mad,” General Hux gasps out. “I’ll have to sneak off to touch myself, wishing it was you.”

The image of the general fingering himself roughly, trying to approximate his cock, makes JB-007’s head spin and his cock leak inside of the general. They both gasp at the sensation. “Well, sir,” JB-007 purrs, “you know where to find me.”

For a few moments, the only noises General Hux makes are grunts and moans, and JB-007 almost loses himself in the pleasure of how warm and tight the general’s hole is around his cock, the privilege of satisfying the general’s appetites. But then—

“Choke me,” General Hux commands.

“As you wish, sir,” JB-007 says, and slides his right hand around his neck. He squeezes, not much at all, and General Hux clicks his tongue in disapproval. He squeezes harder and the general clenches down around his cock. JB-007 groans. He’s so close.

He sets a relentless, punishing pace, squeezing the general’s throat as he slams into him. The general’s grunts and moans are cut off, and he’s holding onto the edge of his desk for dear life. JB-007 slides his left hand around the general’s hips to wrap his hand around his erection. He pulls General Hux closer to him by his cock and his neck, pressing their sweaty bodies together. He twists his hand around the general’s dripping length, and General Hux comes with a hoarse scream onto his desk.

Despite how close JB-007 is, he stops moving. He slides his hand from the general’s neck to his shoulder. JB-007 grunts when the general clenches down on him and hisses, rolling his hips to work JB-007’s cock, “Who told you to stop?”

JB-007 resumes relentlessly pounding into the general. His ass feels different, softer, now that he’s come. The general keeps clenching down on him unpredictably. It’s not long before the general clenches down hard enough to make JB-007 come, grunting and panting heavily.

He pumps his come into the general’s stretched hole until he’s empty. He takes a deep breath and pulls out, softening cock heavy against the general’s ass and takes in the debauched vision before him. General Hux, first of the First Order, disheveled, sweating, exposed, and well-fucked. JB-007’s eyes snag on his own come, dripping out of the general’s stretched hole and down his thighs.

“Well,” Hux says over his shoulder, stretching his sweaty back nonchalantly. “I think the supplement’s up to snuff.”

PLEASE ACCEPT THIS ACADEMY AWARD THAT I DID NOT STEAL FROM LEO D. FOR BEST THING EVER DONE IN THE HISTORY OF TIME. IGNORE THAT IT SAYS LEONARDO DICAPRIO AND REVANANT ON IT.

YOU DESERVE IT MORE.

(don't tell leo his statuette is made of chocolate and actually says 'worlds greatest honkey' - he thinks that's the real one, but this is the real one)

OP

Holy crap, this was hot and sexy and sleazy in exactly the right way. I lost it at "Look at you"...and then kept going. Kudos and cookies to you!!!

Ahahaha. I love that Rey is so much more. practical. in her declaration of love than Anakin was.

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