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IS THIS NOT WHAT MAN HAS DREAMT OF SINCE HE FIRST LOOKED UP TO THE STARS?

but seriously though, this is some hot, lovely, well-written consentacle porn. thank you!

WELP, I GUESS I'M INTO TENTACLES NOW
Aside from all the hotness, that was just so sweet? And interesting? I think the talking:porn ratio was perfect, personally, as a newly converted fan of alien tentacle porn. Pffft, my life.

Thank you, anon. Thank you, kinkmeme.

KIF, I'M ASKING YOU A QUESTION!

Ha! Canon tbh

Yes. The answer is yes, and humankind has also been waiting for dreamy sensual tentacle!porn such as this to surface for the benefit of the world. Thank you for such a delightful piece, A!A.

This was fucking fantastic -- what a wonderful way to start the day!! This fandom has a criminal lack of tentacles considering its alien creature potential, and you really delivered. I loved your description of X'arrn -- SO creative and gorgeous-sounding with the colours, and asjdhjakshdjhs that was some fucking hot tentacle porn. (Nice touch with the xenobiology nods, and for the fucking incredible mental image of Poe sucking Finn off with tentacles up his ass ajksdhajksdh that was sooo good.)

You should definitely post this to AO3 -- it's a complete winner, really well-written, and some A+++ kink. Thank you for writing and sharing!

Doing it. Are you ok with mentions of past emotionally abusive Reylo? Because I can't picture a bad breakup with her and, say, Finn or Poe...

You are most welcome. I was kind of worried that it was going to be rubbish as I've not written any fic for ages. Glad you liked it! Thanks for the comment. :)

Author!anon here. Thank you all so much for the lovely comments! I had a blast writing this, and I'm so glad that people enjoyed it.

I'm planning to tweak this a little before it goes up on AO3. Anybody want to beta?

LOVE this!

OP

OMG!!! Thank you so much for filling it! I don't even mind if there's not that much size kink. I'm just happy it was filled with some lovely reunion porn.

Oh my god this was LITERALLY EVERYTHING I COULD WANT FROM TENTACLE PORN. Fascinating biology, hot as all get out, and X'arrn is so LIKABLE! I have no idea how you pulled it off, but THANK YOU, praise be, etc etc.

OP

I'm so glad I checked this post or I would never have seen this fill! I've been tracking the fills post and didn't see it linked there!

I love it, it's exactly what I hoped for, thank you so much!!

Glad you like it! If I do a part two I'm definitely putting in more size kink. ;)

Filled on AO3 :)

WIP, will likely be 3 chapters:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6407746/chapters/14669188

This was such absolute genius! I love how X'arrn was a character in his own right and a super-cool dude, I loved Poe being a bro and helping him out, I loved Finn's fascination, all the cool space biology and just how relaxed and fun it was. I look forward to bookmarking this on AO3!

It's not that Poe was ashamed of his body. He wasn't. But he was aware of how others saw him. He noticed the way lovers would avoid looking at him naked, how people wouldn't call him back for another date after they'd had sex. He did his best to explain beforehand. People always shrugged off his concerns. It was a big galaxy, no one cared about genital variations and pheromones. Then they actually saw Poe’s body and felt the effects of his body. They'd avoid looking him in the eyes after as they explained the relationship just wasn't working out.

He wanted Finn to be different. They'd been sharing a room for six months and had been dating and fucking for over half that time. Poe had managed to keep his bottom half fully clothed throughout. It was only a matter of time before things came to a head.

“Poe,” Finn moaned as he ran his fingers through Poe’s hair. “Fuck, Poe. I'm going to come.”

Poe hummed around his cock to give the go ahead. Finn moaned again as he came, hips jerking. Poe swallowed as much as he could before pulling back. He licked his lips as he pulled off. There was something about the way Finn tasted that he loved. He moved up to sit on Finn’s bare thighs and kissed him.

Finn kissed him back, hands planted firmly on Poe's hips.

“I really want to touch you,” he said.

“I'm pretty sure you already are buddy,” Poe said as he reached down to place his hands over Finn's.

“You know that's not what I mean,” he said, pushing up until he was pressed firmly against Poe.

Poe groaned and pulled back. “We've been over this.”

“Right, and I'm trying not to be pushy. But you said yourself you've never been in a relationship for this long without having sex. I understand why you're worried but I feel weird about being the only one who gets to get off. We can't go on forever like this.”

“It's either this or we have a one off and you never want to see me again,” Poe said.

“Come on man, give me a little more credit than that. If I really don't like it then I'll tell you and we'll find other ways to get you off,” Finn said. His hands were still on Poe’s hips, he moved them up and under Poe's shirt.

“It's not about you Finn. It's biology. Many humanoids are repelled by hive mating. Everyone I've been with has regretted it,” he said, but Finn could hear his voice weakening as he leaned into the contact.

“Okay, first off I've met your exes, they’ve all been total dicks. Snap and Jessika have both said you usually have terrible taste in men,” Poe couldn't deny that. “Second, I’ve seen the pictures and read every single report medical has on the subject. I'm not promising that I won't freak out after. I know there's a chance I’ll have a negative reaction to the pheromones. But I won't let this ruin our relationship,” Finn said, leaning in to kiss Poe’s neck as his hands continued to stroke his sides.

Logic aside Poe really wanted to believe him. Finn nibbled at his neck before taking some skin between his teeth and sucking. “That's not fair,” he muttered. Finn knew biting was his weakness.

Finn bit a trail down his neck as Poe tried to remind himself of all the reasons mating was a poor decision. Finn pushed up against Poe's ass again..

“Fine,” he said. Finn pulled back and gave him a wide smile. “But if you break up with me tomorrow I'm not going to stop BB-8 from shocking you.”

“I'm not going to break up with you,” Finn assured him. He reached over to tug on Poe’s pants. Poe pulled back and stood up.

“First let's put down a towel. Things tend to get messy.” He tried to match Finn's excited grin, but his own stomach was twisting into knots.

Once the towel was in place he reached down to pull down his outer pants. He tossed them to the side with his shirt. He hesitated and fingered the fabric of his protective pants. Technically all the pheromones he released were touched based. But more than one partner had said that they must have been affected by them as soon as Poe took his clothes off or they never would have touched him. He looked at Finn who gave him an encouraging nod. He pulled his pants down.

“Wow,” was all Finn said. Poe reached down to pull his pants back up. “Wait. I didn't mean it like that. Just. Wow.”

Poe shifted and then finished taking his pants off and tossed them to the side. He stood awkwardly in front of Finn, looking away as his boyfriend stared.

“There's more of them than I was expecting,” he said as he moved closer and placed a hand on his hip. He guided Poe back to the bed and knelt before him. “The pictures usually only showed three or four.” Poe had seven.

“Four is average. I'm just,” he broke off as Finn's hand got close enough that one of the tentacles was able to reach out and brush against it.

“You're just exceptionally well endowed,” Finn teased, eyes still on the appendage that was brushing against his fingers. The other six had perked up but weren't moving since Finn was out of their reach. “It seems friendly.”

“Sorry,” Poe said. “I can't actually control them consciously. My hive does what it does, I'm just along for the ride.”

Finn's fingers explored the soft flesh. He moved his hand closer to the center, letting two more push against his hand. Poe groaned, shifting his hips. He could feel himself beginning to get wet.

Poe looked at Finn who was still staring at his junk. He moved his hand away from the grasping tentacles before moving it back to cup all of the writhing mound with his hand.

“You're getting exposed to a lot of pheromones right now. If you want to pull back and take a moment you can,” he said. His own mind was starting to get foggy. He wasn't immune to the chemicals his body was producing.

Finn wasn't paying attention. “Can I lick them?” he asked, already lowering his head. He planted a wet kiss on Poe’s hip.

“Yes,” Poe whispered. His hive was twisting in anticipation. He tried to calm down. He couldn't remember the last time he had been this wet.

Finn buried his face into his hive. Poe gave a choked groan, moving his fingers to cup the back of his head. He kept his grip loose.

Finn opened his mouth, letting three tendrils into him. He hummed around the appendages as he brought up a hand to stroke the remaining four. Poe felt a rush of warm heat as the tentacles in Finn's mouth spasmed. They didn't expand, but they did let out even more slick, filling Finn's mouth up, causing some to drip down his chin.

Finn pulled back, face covered in Poe's slick and pupils dilated. He looked wrecked. Poe leaned down to kiss him, moaning as he tasted himself on Finn’s tongue.

“Good?” Poe asked in a daze.

Finn nodded. “Good. Want you inside of me,”

It was inevitable. The pheromones were the result of millions of years of competitive mating evolution. There were few species in the galaxy that could be exposed to as much as Finn had been and not beg to be fucked. The words still sent a shiver down Poe's spine though. He could almost pretend Finn really wanted it.

Finn placed several kisses on the writhing tendrils and then moved up until he was sitting in Poe's lap, grinding down onto him. Poe groaned as the first of his tentacles pushed into Finn.

It was a smaller one. It entered Finn easily, getting him wet and open. Another tentacle soon joined it. Poe groaned and let his head fall back. Finn shifted in his lap, pushing himself down to meet the thrusts of the tendrils. By the time Poe was four tentacles in Finn was covered in sweat and pressing his face into Poe’s shoulder.

“You okay buddy?” Poe asked, his voice was raw and cracked.

Finn nodded. “So good, need more Poe.”

Poe gripped Finn's hips. He felt another tentacle push into Finn’s tight hole. It writhed against the other four.

Poe could feel the pressure in his stomach that meant he was close to coming. Five in was more than he was use to. He reached down to where he was connected to Finn and wrapped his fingers around the remaining two tentacles. He tugged them as he thrust up into Finn.

Finn gave a low groan when he began to pulse and expand. His bit into Poe's neck as his fingers raked across his back. All Poe could do was make a soothing noise as he was overcome with pleasure. The tendrils pulsed against his fingers shooting thick strips of cum down his hand. It was less than usual as most was being pushed into Finn who was stretched wide by the spasming tentacles.

Finn was leaking by the time Poe finished. As his tendrils deflated back to their normal size cum seeped out of Finn's stretched hole and made a mess of his thighs. When the last tendril left his body Poe pulled him down with him to lay on the bed. He wrapped his arm around him as they both crashed from the high of the pheromones.

Finn was already awake by the time Poe recovered enough to drag his eyes open. His boyfriend didn't seem to notice him waking up. Finn was sitting up and looking at Poe's now flaccid hive.

“I'm breaking up with you,” he said. Before Poe could process his words Finn reached out and stroked Poe's hive. “I have seven new boyfriends. You're no longer necessary.”

Poe laughed and swatted his hand away. “You're ridiculous. And don’t touch those. Neither of us is ready for another round.”

Finn patted Poe's thigh. “Speak for yourself. We're getting all seven in next time.”

As promised, here is the continuation. Hotel room sex is where it's at. I've put in some light (very consensual) d/s dynamics, hope that's ok.

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After the film, Oscar and Domhnall share a ride back to the hotel that the production company had booked for all of the cast. They chat non stop throughout the journey, about nothing that would get them found out, very aware that the driver can hear every word. It’s not that they’re ashamed, but this thing between them, whatever it is, is not ready to be scrutinised by the public; by the press. Despite all this, Oscar was finding it very difficult to keep his hands off his friend, the combination of alcohol and the semi he’s been sporting on and off since the bathroom incident are clouding his judgment.

It’s a relief for both men when they finally reach the hotel, as the sexual tension in the car had become almost too much. They make it to the lift without incident, but the second the door closes Oscar pushes Domhnall against the wall and kisses him deeply.

“Your place or mine?” Oscar whispers huskily into Domhnall's ear. Domhnall smiles and bites his lip as heat rushes to his groin. “Mine has whiskey,” he replies.

“Sold,” Oscar says, grinning. The lift dings to tell them they have reached their floor, and they jump apart instinctively. Luckily there is no one on the other side of the lift, nor the following corridor. They rush to Domhnall's room, and Oscar risks wrapping his arms around Domhnall's waist as he fumbles with the key card. The second the door shuts behind them Oscar is already crowding Domhnall against the nearest wall, his hands gently tugging Domhnall's hair to pull him down to meet his lips. They kiss frantically, grabbing each other everywhere they can reach. Oscar gets Domhnall's tie off and he actually whines into the kiss when he struggles to push his jacket off without pulling away.

“What about the whiskey?” Domhnall asks as casually as he can manage.

“Fuck the whiskey,” Oscar growls, his voice making Domhnall go weak at the knees. Oscar pulls Domhnall away from the wall to give himself enough room to remove the offending jacket, then starts on the shirt, kissing his way down Domhnall's neck as he goes. Domhnall moans Oscar's name and clings to his shoulders, the feeling of lips on his bare skin giving him goosebumps. With Oscar distracted, Domhnall took the opportunity to undo Oscar’s pants and shove his hand inside his underwear, grabbing his dick. Oscar let out an unrestrained moan.

“I want to fuck you so bad babe,” Oscar moans. “I’m gonna hold you down just the way you like it, gonna fuck you so hard you won’t walk straight for days.”

“Then why are you still dressed?” Domhnall moans in response. They quickly strip themselves of their remaining clothes and Oscar drags Domhnall to the bed. Before Oscar delivers on his promise he cups Domhnall's face in his hands and kisses him tenderly.

“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop,” Oscar murmurs, gazing into Domhnall's eyes earnestly.

“I know,” Domhnall replies, smiling. With that Oscar grabs Domhnall and spins him around, shoving him face first into the mattress. Oscar pushes Domhnall's legs apart and settles between them on the bed. Domhnall sighs when Oscar lies over his back and pins his arms down, his hard cock nestled against his ass. Oscar bites Domhnall's shoulder and sucks hard, marking his pale skin, then licks over the redness. He continues licking his way all down Domhnall's back until until he reaches his ass. Oscar spreads Domhnall's cheeks and licks over that tight ring of muscles, feeling it pucker at the touch.

Whimpering helplessly Domhnall starts grinding his hips against the mattress, but Oscar growls in disapproval and holds Domhnall's hips in a vice-like grip. Oscar gets to work opening Domhnall up with his tongue, eliciting gorgeous, helpless moans from the man beneath him. He licks inside hungrily, fucking Domhnall with his tongue. Soon Oscar pulls away, breathless.

“Please tell me you have lube?” Oscar asks.

“In my bag,” replies Domhnall in a strained voice.

“Don't move a muscle,” Oscar says, in the best authoritative voice he can muster. He gets up quickly and rummages through Domhnall's bag, it doesn't take him long to find the small tube. It was next to a pack of condoms, which he also grabs. Oscar coats his fingers with lube on the way back to the bed so when he resumes his place between Domhnall's legs he can immediately slide a finger into his hole. Domhnall gasps in surprise, tense at the sudden intrusion, but relaxes quickly when Oscar rubs his lower back in comforting circles. It takes Oscar a few thrusts with his finger to find the place he was looking for, and when he does manage to brush his prostate Domhnall grunts in approval, pushing himself back against Oscar's finger.

Oscar holds Domhnall down with a hand on his back as he easily slips another finger inside, and after a few thrusts he slips in a third, just to be sure. When he is finally satisfied that Domhnall is prepared he removes his fingers, causing Domhnall to whine at the loss. Oscar quickly slips on a condom and applies a bit more lube for good measure, then he pulls Domhnall up by the hips. Quickly getting the idea Domhnall bends his knees to prop himself up, his face still in the mattress.

The grip Oscar has around Domhnall's hips is very strong, it will definitely leave marks. Oscar lines up his dick with Domhnall's hole, then quickly, almost brutally, he shoves himself all the way in. Domhnall moans so loud that there is no way the people in room next to room don't hear. Oscar scrunches his eyes shut and stays very still in an effort not to come on the spot.

“God babe, your so fucking tight,” Oscar says, panting. Oscar leans over and sucks another love bite into Domhnall's back as a way to distract himself for a few seconds.

“Agh Jesus, Oscar, please move, please,” Domhnall begs. With that Oscar pulls his dick almost all the way out, so just the head remains, then slams back in. The pace he sets is fast and hard, and he doesn't know how long he’s going to be able to last like this. Oscar adjusts the angle slightly for his next thrust and manages to slam into Domhnall's prostate, making him all but scream, his fingers clawing at the sheets. Oscar curls his fingers into Domhnall's hair and pulls, all the while thrusting relentlessly again that spot inside him. Domhnall tries to reach for his cock, desperate for release, but Oscar slaps his hand away.

“No.” Oscar says firmly, yet breathless. “I want to see your face when you come.” And the next moment, to Domhnall's despair, Oscar pulls out.

“Turn over,” Oscar instructs. Domhnall rushes to do as he’s asked and flings himself onto his back. Oscar picks up Domhnall's slim legs and puts them over his shoulders, then thrusts back in. As he continues to fuck Domhnall he takes a moment to admire his face, the redness the has spread down to his chest, his lips swollen from biting them, it makes for a wonderful sight. Finally, Oscar wraps his hand around Domhnall's straining erection and pumps his fist quickly. It only takes a couple of pumps and he’s coming hard, clawing at Oscar's back, moaning obscenely.

After seeing Domhnall come, hearing that moan, feeling the squeeze around his dick, it doesn't take Oscar very long until he's coming as well. He lets himself moan as loud as he needs, filling the condom then falling boneless against Domhnall's chest.

They kiss sloppily, neither of them wanting to move any more than that. Eventually they have to move, and they both wince when Oscar pulls out. Oscar peels off the condom and walks unsteadily to the bathroom to throw it away, then he grabs a hand towel and wets it before crawling back onto the bed.

Oscar wipes the sweat off Domhnall's brow, then cleans up the come that had painted Domhnall's stomach. He throws the towel back into the bathroom, not caring where it lands. Domhnall smiles at him lazily and pulls him close, their arms surrounding each other and their foreheads touching gently. Oscar softly pushes Domhnall's hair out of his eyes.

“Was that okay?” Oscar asks, his voice only a whisper. Domhnall laughs ever so slightly, a broad grin on his face. “It was fucking incredible.” He replies, then bites his lip. “You were right, I’ll be feeling that for days.” They just lie there for a couple of minuets, basking in the afterglow, until Oscar remembers the reason they chose Domhnall's room in the first place.

“Where's this whiskey then man?” Oscar asks, already untangling himself from Domhnall and getting up.

“On the side, under the telly,” Domhnall tells him. Oscar heads to the other side of the room and spots the bottle. He pours out two glasses and gives one to Domhnall. “Here you go buddy,” he says.

“Thanks lover,” Domhnall purrs, putting on a ludicrous husky voice and batting his eyelashes for effect. Oscar snorts with laughter and playfully punches Domhnall’s arm. Domhnall bursts out laughing too, his head falling back against the headboard.

“Idiot,” Oscar grins. He settles down next to Domhnall in the bed and sips happily at his drink. They sit close and pull the blanket up, just so it covers their hips, drinking and chatting, slipping back into their easy to and fro of conversation. With Domhnall's free hand he strokes Oscar’s cheek softly, feeling the roughness of his stubble.

“You’re disgustingly handsome, do you know that?” Domhnall says, and he cuts off any reply with his lips, kissing him softly, deeply. Oscar’s eyes flicker shut and he sighs as he leans in to the kiss. This thing between them, Oscar thinks, might be a bit more serious than he thought.

END

I just beta-ed. My report: It's brilliant. Don't change a thing. Unless by change a thing you mean add a sequel, add one of Finn getting the same treatment, add one of X'arrn doing it to both of them together (!!!!!!! please !!!!!!!), or just expand this piece with more visuals of luscious Poe floating in the tub with tentacles inside. Or more descriptions of the sex-ing itself.

But seriously, A!A, get this shining piece of art up on the AO3 already, 'k?

Hux knows what receptions are for. They're for the kind of bluff jokes and deal-making her father excelled at, the subtle flirting and pointed gossip her mother so favored. Their glittering parties in ballrooms and sumptuous houses were nothing like this little gathering in the officer's lounge of the Finalizer in scope or grandeur; it should be easier than it ever was for her parents for Hux to sweet-talk the admirals and generals, to make connections, to make allies.

Yet she's still hanging back, watching the white-haired scions of the Empire fill their cups with cheap, sickly Garwillian champagne from outside the doorway. Only a few of her officers have been given leave to attend; Mitaka raises a glass of bubbly with a grateful smile.

"General?"

Hux almost doesn't recognize the blonde woman speaking to her. She's only seen Phasma without her helmet and armor a handful of times, and certainly never with rosy cheeks and dark-rimmed eyes. She cuts an intimidating figure in her trim charcoal grey uniform. "Captain. I see you have your war paint on."

"No. War paint would be like this, and this." Phasma makes slashing gestures along her cheekbones and temples. "This is just blusher."

"Ah, forgive my ignorance. It's just what my mother used to call her own makeup. War paint."

"Interesting." Phasma's grey eyes flick back and forth across the crowd. She's wearing soft pink lipstick, but the set of her mouth is as severe as ever. She leans

"Not the blaster kind." Hux sighs and pats her braided bun into place, rolls her shoulders and squares her chest. "Let's get this over with."

She's barely into the doorway before she feels a cold, metal hand on her shoulder and a cry of "Well, if it isn't Boudika Hux!"

"Admiral Anson!" Hux reflexively brings her heels together.

"At ease, Cadet." Anson's pencil moustache has greyed, but his arched eyebrows still give him the skeptical look Hux remembers from the Academy. "Last time I saw little Boudi, she was just about this high." Anson's gleaming gunmetal hand hovers somewhere around his hip as he nods at Landa, who's appeared next to Anton with a clear greenish cocktail in his hand.

She sneaks a look at Anson's hand. He'd never bothered to hide his prosthetic like the other instructors had, claiming that his cybernetics were a privilege and an improvement. "My right arm will outlast your great-great-grandchildren," he'd tell anyone who snickered at his utilitarian gunmetal arm. "Son, this arm can hold an egg without cracking it or crack your skull right in half. It's got a taser, a bayonet, a Philips head screwdriver, three blaster charges, and one application I cannot inform minors about. If you break off a finger, I can stroll on over to the PX and have it repaired without crackin' a frown." This was inevitably followed by a demonstration of just how fragile and inadequate a human hand was.

"I believe I was about this height the last time I saw you, sir," Hux says. "Graduation day at the Academy."

"No. That was the last time I saw Cadet Hux. I hear you're a general now, little girl. Running this big old ship all by yourself?" Anson winks at her.

Hux cocks her chin up. "Not all by myself, sir. I have Lieutenant Mitaka for the odd moments when I blink."

"Your father would be proud," Anson says.

"Very proud," Landa adds. "I do believe that our Miss Hux is well on her way to becoming the officer her father was."

I will surpass my father, Hux thinks, I will grow so large that his name is blotted out in shadow. Outwardly she says, "I certainly hope to live up to his legacy someday."

Cleaned up, extended, and added to AO3:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6418090

Complete fill now on AO3.

“No wait, I want to see where this is going.” Han replied, stroking his chin.

i don't know why but this line in particular had me rolling

Well, seems to me that Finn is one very lucky man - in SO many ways... :D

This was sweet, fun and sexy as hell, AA. Thank you for sharing this!

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