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THIS IS WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF

I plan to finish this, but it grew much longer than I ever assumed it would without actually getting to what I imagined when I read this prompt, and I need to take a break. I didn't proofread so I hope it makes sense (also what is POV?) and that it's what you were looking for! Second non-con warning even though it's in the prompt, to be safe.

By the time Kylo Ren made his way back to his quarters, he was in a truly foul mood. The day had been long and hard, and even the sight of a naked Poe, curled up and asleep on his bed, did little to better his mood. Poe woke when he entered but barely responded, staring straight ahead at the wall instead.

"Get up and start prepping yourself," Kylo commanded. His disappointing day had made him angrier than usual, and even the careless command carried enough strength to allow no room for resistance. Immediately Poe stumbled to his feet and reached for the nearest source of lube.

Kylo didn't stay to watch, instead heading into the other room to undress and check on Hux's location. By the time he returned, Poe had three fingers buried in his own ass.

"Stop." Poe froze, and Kylo spent a moment looking at him as he rolled his shoulders and neck, trying to drain the tension from his own body so that he could enjoy the gift that Hux had dragged in for him just less than a week before. In the time since his arrival Poe had been well-used but well-treated; partially, this was because Poe himself had been conservative in his resistance, limiting himself to snide remarks and occasional attempts at noncompliance instead of ill-advised escape attempts or overzealous acts of violence, and partially because Kylo saw little point in damaging him needlessly. Poe remained clean and largely uninjured, something which Kylo imagined would no longer be true by morning.

"Remove your fingers." Kylo stepped close to Poe, instead burying three of his own longer fingers inside of the other man's well-lubed channel. Poe had been intentionally avoiding his own prostate, which Kylo now sought out with practiced fingers. Poe's breath hitched in a familiar, satisfying way when he got the angle right.

Kylo pulled his fingers out briefly so that he could get lube for his other hand, and when he returned to stroking Poe's prostate he used his other hand to stroke Poe's slowly rising cock. Poe's eyes fluttered closed, and his legs began to tremble. He leaned against Kylo, placing one arm over the taller man's shoulder for balance, and burying his face against Kylo's neck, as Kylo continued his ministrations. As Poe panted wetly against Kylo's skin, he began to murmur soft little "please"s. Kylo's dick grew harder with each one.

Kylo had learned how to bring Poe off years before, and it took very little time before Poe was spilling into Kylo's hand with a poorly suppressed cry. Kylo wrapped an arm around Poe's waist when his legs finally gave out, keeping him from hitting the ground.

Poe was still trying to catch his breath when Kylo wrapped his hand through dark curls and asked, "Are you ready to begin?"

By the time Hux entered the room, Poe had been spread out on his stomach across a table, his legs uncomfortably far apart, and Kylo was mercilessly shoving large beads into his hole. The large, spartan space echoed every one of Poe's groans.

Walking up behind Kylo, Hux pressed his lips to the back of his pale white shoulder, an expression of sympathy for a difficult day. Abruptly, Kylo turned and captured Hux's mouth with his own, kissing him deeply and roughly. One of his hands came up to caress Hux's cheek, while the other shoved two more beads into Poe. Apparently unable to handle the intensity of the stretch, Poe screamed.

Hux continued kissing Kylo feverishly, even while grabbing his waist and pulling him far enough around the table that he could shove still-gloved fingers into Poe's mouth, far enough back to make him gag. With that, the room fell quiet aside from the sound of Hux and Kylo's kissing, and the occasional small choking noise when Hux shoved his fingers farther into Poe's throat.

For the first two days of Poe's captivity, when he had reached the end of his rope, hovering on the edge of fucked-out unconsciousness, he would make pathetic, desperate pleas to his friends, at least two of which Hux was (unfortunately) familiar with. They were clear acts of delirium, but then, on the third day, Poe had begun to cry out to Ben.

The name had caused Kylo's eyes to go dark, but Hux had been surprised with the force of his own jealousy. He had never considered himself a jealous person, but by the time Kylo had stopped him from taking the full force of his anger out on Poe and permanently damaging their captive, Hux had realized that he would much prefer Poe to be seen and felt, and never heard. If Kylo had been less interested in the noises that Poe made, Hux would have left a gag in Poe's mouth whenever he wasn't using it. As it was, he didn't want to argue with Kylo over what had been intended as a present, and so instead he shoved his hand or his cock into the whore's mouth whenever he had the chance.

"Why don't you try using something else to keep him quiet?" Kylo whispered against Hux's skin, and for a moment Hux worried that Kylo was prying into his mind. But then Kylo smiled and pressed a kiss against Hux's jaw, and he relaxed.

Hux undressed and gripped Poe's hair where it hung over the other side of the table. As Hux shoved the warm mouth down onto his cock, Poe glared resentfully up at him, but as soon as his hair was released he set to work. Hux assumed that Poe hoped getting him off quickly would end his torment sooner, despite the fact that this had never yet worked for him.

Poe was in the middle of dragging his tongue along the length of Hux's half-hard erection when Kylo apparently decided to shove what was left of the beads into him, and he moaned roughly around Hux's dick. Hux let his head fall back at the feeling, and didn't realize that Kylo had been trying to get his attention for several moments.

"I have more I'd like to do to the slut if you're done," he said when Hux finally met his eyes, his voice harsh enough that it would have made other men flinch, and Hux nodded his assent, stepping back from the table.

Poe was already a mess, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and the fleshy areas of his thighs and asscheeks, marked with red handprints from the occasional errant slap, were quivering.
His position left him spread enough that Hux could see his asshole as it flexed around the last bead that had been shoved inside, trying to expel the intrusion. Kylo ordered, "Don't let those beads fall out," and it wasn't until he had already been yanked off of the table and to his feet that Poe realized it had not been a Force-laden command. He clenched wildly around the beads inside of him as they threatened to spill out, shouting out and falling to the ground as the movement ruined his already unsteady balance.

Both Hux and Kylo watched him impassively as he fell, and as, in spite of his efforts, two of the beads popped free before he managed to stop them. Poe flushed dark red in a combination of humiliation and dread as he lay, stuffed and shaking, on the ground.

His stomach fell when Kylo said to Hux, "You should punish him. I'm going to go get a surprise."

oh hell yes. looking forward to the next part!

:O oh hell I am RIVETED! I can't wait to see what happens next, anon!

Oh hell is right. Oof. Keep going keep going please! This is so fucked-up good.

I love the three of them! I can't wait for the next chapter!

JESUS CHRIST THIS IS LITERALLY PERFECT

JOINING IN ON THE ALLCAPS HOLLERING COMMENT TRAIN BECAUSE HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT THIS FIC

Thanks for the kind comments, you guys! I am assuming this will only have one more section (unless I choose to add some sort of happy-ending epilogue to ease my own conscience), but then again I thought this was only going to be one section to begin with, so I obviously have no idea what I'm talking about. Warning for non-con again, as well as flogging and some bondage for this section, in case that's not your thing.

Also I recently remade my A03, and so I'm posting this over there as well. I hope you enjoy!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6856699/chapters/15650797

During the course of his captivity Poe had learned that he was only ever restrained when Kylo wasn't around, which wasn't often. Poe had yet to discover any viable way out of the room; when Kylo had left him alone and unrestrained after that first night he had figured there were no ways out without some sort of outside assistance, but that hadn't stopped him from searching. Since Kylo and Hux apparently had no fear of him escaping, Poe reasoned that Hux either really liked tying him up, or that he was nervous that, once outside of the reach of Kylo's influence, Poe might take the opportunity to attack him, regardless of whether or not he would be able to escape afterward. Poe wasn't completely sure it wouldn't be worth the punishment he'd undoubtedly receive after.

Nevertheless, Hux was seriously overestimating Poe if he believed the pilot could even walk competently while he was stuffed full of so many anal beads. He would have to yank them all out in order to move with any dexterity, and doing that before Hux noticed would probably leave him unable to walk anyway. So he was surprised when Hux returned with a flogger, a spreader bar, and a loop of rope.

"Get up," Hux said without looking at him, unwinding the rope. Bracing himself to hold onto the beads this time, Poe yanked himself to his feet using the table. He wondered if they expected him to push the beads he had lost back in himself. "Hands."

Obediently, Poe held his hands out, wrists together, for Hux to twine the rope around. As he worked on the knots, Poe couldn't help himself from taunting, "You worried I'm going to hit you?"

Hux didn't rise to it, instead replying calmly, "I'm worried that a painslut like you won't be able to keep his hands where they're meant to be." Poe couldn't help the warmth that rose to his cheeks. It wasn't that he was shy; he never had been in the past, and even if he was the last several days would have broken him of that. The comment wasn't even true; pain had never been much of a turn-on for Poe. It was Hux's tone, the detached, even uninterested way he addressed Poe, that made him feel like so much less. To Hux he wasn't a person, or even a pet; he was a sex toy.

"And I didn't give you permission to speak, which means that you get ten more hits. But don't worry," Hux said. The corner of his mouth turned up as he pulled a black ball gag that Poe had missed out from underneath the other toys. "I have something that will help you with that."

Poe growled but did as told when Hux said, "Open. Your mouth and your legs." It wasn't worth provoking the man in front of him; if he couldn't walk then he would definitely never make it out.

The difficulty of spreading his legs and clenching down distracted him from the pain of having his mouth stretched too wide, and the strap of the gag being buckled too tight. Once the spreader bar had been attached, Hux half-dragged him the couple of steps it took to get to a chain that had been hung from the ceiling. Another bead popped out of his ass as he struggled to move with the spreader holding his legs wide.

There were a couple of different fixtures in the room that Poe had experienced. This one had a heavy metal ring hanging from the chain that Hux tied the extra rope on his hands to, and could easily be moved up and down. By the time Hux was finished adjusting it, Poe was hanging with his hands over his head, and only his toes planted on the ground.

Hux circled Poe's twitching hole with one finger, and then began to shove the beads back inside of him. Being stretched was one thing, but feeling such a wide stretch as Hux slowly worked the widest part of each bead into him, and then feeling his hole attempt to clamp shut around the thin string binding the beads together, all of them jostling around inside his ass as they were shoved in further, was something else entirely. His groans came out distorted around the gag.

"I think five hits for each act of disobedience will be sufficient. With the ten that you earned for speaking, that makes twenty-five. You will count out loud."

Trying to speak around the gag was humiliating, but, as the first stroke landed in the area where ass and thigh met, stealing the breath from his lungs, Poe choked out a garbled, "One."

If there was one thing about Poe that Hux very much enjoyed, it was the way his skin turned red. He loved the way that Poe's cheeks warmed when he felt shame, the way that his nipples grew irritated when pinched, the way his cock responded to wearing a cock ring for too long, the way his face and neck turned scarlet as he struggled to breathe through being fucked hard and fast. Watching his ass and back and thighs turn red beneath the flogger while he struggled to keep count through the pain was immensely satisfying for Hux.

Poe had just mumbled a breathless and mangled, "Eighteen" when Hux saw one of the beads come free from his ass. For a moment Hux assumed that Poe had lost the bead himself again, and was planning to add another five to his punishment, before he noticed that Kylo had returned, and was pulling the beads from Poe while standing across the room. Kylo didn't seem to want Hux to stop, so he returned to delivering Poe's punishment.

Hux decided to let it go when Poe stopped counting as the anal beads were drawn out of him rapidly, instead increasing the speed of his blows to match. The pace didn't allow for much diversity, and he landed strike after strike across the meat of Poe's ass, turning the skin there a deep red that bordered purple.

The beads were on the floor before he hit twenty-five, and by the time he finished Poe was breathing heavily enough that Hux could watch the muscles in his back work. Kylo walked over to stand in front of Poe, clutching a black box in his left hand, and he unhooked the gag with deft fingers. The gag came free wet with saliva, and Hux moved to stand next to Kylo so that he could see the drool on Poe's chin.

"How do you feel?" Kylo asked, and it was hard to determine if he was checking on Poe's well-being or curious about what Poe's ordeal would feel like. It didn't seem to matter to Poe, who took a couple of seconds to breathe before spitting, "Fuck you."

Hux rolled his eyes, and Kylo smiled. "Seeing as you're in such high spirits, I think we'll press on."

Ughhh this is so hot I love it soooo so much.

This is incredible. Feel free to continue forever. <3

Why hasn't anyone filled this and why didn't i see this before the reprompting post argh

Hi! It's a bit late but I've been working on this for a bit!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6879802

Hope you enjoy!

Not OP, but that was so damn good! So bleak, so grim, so scruffy. Fuckin' Ren! And Phasmaaaa! So much love for her. I guess she's an honorary Skywalker now, with her hand.

(Hope no one minds a second fill :)

Poe loves this, loves being on his knees in front of Finn, with Finn's cock hot and heavy in his mouth. Loves the way he can make Finn moan, and the way his fingers tighten in Poe's hair with just a flick of his tongue.

They'd barely made it through the door before Poe dropped to his knees, his hands already tugging at Finn's clothes, fingers dipping inside to free Finn's hard cock. The warmth of the ambrostine is running through Poe, a soft buzz under his skin that's been there since the fourth time Jess had pressed a drink into his hand with an easy laugh.

He's grateful for how easily his team have accepted Finn and Rey as their own, outstretched arms folding around a scavenger and a stormtrooper to bring them into the family they've created for themselves.

Finn admitted to him once, in the middle of the night, when there was silence and darkness surrounding the bubble the two of them had created for themselves, that he'd been nervous that first time. When they'd walked into the common lounge and Finn had met the other pilots outside of the frenetic energy that had surrounded Starkiller Base.

He hadn't known how they'd react now that they'd had chance to breathe, to think, to remember what he'd been. But Jess had grinned and Snap had handed him a drink and Kare had thanked him for saving Poe's life.

"We've got used to having his ugly mug around," she'd commented. "Wouldn't be the same without him."

And with that, Finn had been one of them.

It had been just as easy when Rey had come back from Ach-To. General Organa had watched as the ramp had descended from the Millennium Falcon, wrapping her arms around the robed figured that walked out with a choked off "Luke--"

Rey had stood behind them, her eyes scanning the crowd until she'd seen Finn, closing the distance between them and throwing her arms around him. And just like that, their family had expanded by one more.

The First Order have been quiet since Starkiller Base, but they all know it won't last. Not now Rey has found Luke, not now he's stepped back into the fray, at the side of his sister. But they're taking advantage of the quiet while they can. There are easy days, the sound of laughter and droids chittering as long awaited repairs are carried out on ships that have been grounded for too long. And the nights slide in on a wave of warmth and the murmur of voices, the alcohol flowing freely for those who want it.

Jessika and Rey are in a corner, soft laughter coming from them, and Poe sees himself and Finn when he looks at them. He sees the two of them how they were weeks ago, when touches were pulled back too quickly and neither was sure how the other would react. He watches as Rey's fingers curl around Jess' arm, how Jess glances down and smiles, and thinks that maybe neither of them will be going back to their quarters alone tonight.

There's a warmth on Poe's thigh, Finn's hand resting on him as he talks to Snap, and Poe doesn't want to be there anymore. He wants to be somewhere with Finn, alone. Wants to be back in either his quarters or Finn's. (Because they still have separate quarters, even if some of Poe's things have migrated to Finn's, even if Poe picks up a shirt in the morning and it's too wide to be his.)

He tugs Finn out of the lounge, ignoring the whistles and catcalls that follow them. Poe's quarters aren't far, and he's relieved, because he has the urge to take Finn in his mouth, and he doesn't think he could have waited another moment longer.

Finn's back is against the wall, his fingers in Poe's hair as Poe's mouth moves over Finn's cock. He licks a stripe over the skin, feeling Finn twitch under him. And Poe knows he's good at this, good at being on his knees. Good at working someone over until they're begging him to let them come, begging him to swallow them down.

He's done it a hundred different times in a hundred different places. And even the guys who smirk at him, every assumption they're making about him as he sinks to his knees written in their faces, end up begging. End up with their hands curled into fists as they beg Poe to take them in, to swallow everything they can give.

And he's done this enough times with Finn now to know he's getting close. He can feel the way Finn's thighs tense under his hands, can hear the hitch in Finn's breath. Poe sucks a little harder, his tongue lapping over Finn's cockhead, lapping at the precome that's running from Finn's cock.

Finn's cock twitches, and Poe thinks this is it, this is where Finn comes and the slightly bitter taste of him runs over Poe's tongue. But then Finn's fingers tighten in his hair, tugging Poe back until Finn's cock slides out of his mouth, a single trail of saliva still connecting them for just a moment.

"Close your eyes," Finn says, his voice rough and low.

And Poe doesn't ask why, doesn't need to. Because he's seen that look in Finn's eyes before. Saw it when Finn reached out, only to pull away at the last moment. Saw it when Snap commented on the mark sucked into Poe's skin, stark and red and over his collar bone, laughing about Finn's apparent need to mark Poe up.

It's only a moment after Poe closes his eyes that he hears the groan from Finn's lips, feels the come as it splashes onto his face, warm and tacky. He can't help but open his mouth, reaching out with his tongue to try and catch even a single drop. And it feels like Finn's branding him, each drop scalding Finn's name onto Poe's face. His own cock is hard, trapped behind the fabric of his trousers, and he wants to put his hand down, wants to press down until it washes over him.

"I need--" The words slip out unbidden because Poe can't hold them inside any longer.

And Finn's response comes almost instantaneously. "Yes, do it."

Poe's hand is at his crotch a moment later, pressing down on the hardness that's wanting so hard to escape the confines of his trousers. But he doesn't have time to slide his hand inside, doesn't have time to wrap his fingers around himself, to jerk himself in that perfect way he does when he's alone. All he has time to do is to press, his hips hitching into the air.

Finn's come is slowly running down his face, leaving thick tracks down his cheeks that almost seem like tears. Poe opens his eyes, looks up at Finn. And, makers, the way Finn is looking back, like Poe's everything Finn could ever need. And it both elates Poe and terrifies him. Because he grew up watching his father look at his mother in that way, grew up wanting the kind of love that they had. And yet he has no idea if he's actually worthy of it.

"Look at you, covered in me." Finn's words are filled with awe as he drops to his knees in front of Poe, his hand reaching out. Finn cups Poe's face, his thumb slicking a streak of come along Poe's cheek. "So beautiful."

And Poe doesn't know if it's Finn's touch, or his words, or the cadence of his voice, but it's rushing through him like he's flying, like the world is streaking past and the stars are merging into one.

The crotch of his trousers is sticky, damp, and the sodden fabric feels heavy against his softening cock. There's silence in the room, and the only sounds Poe can hear is their breath, his own heavy breathing slowly steadying to match Finn's.

Finn's come is cool on his face, and he knows he should get up, should strip out of his soiled clothes and head to the fresher. But Finn's hand is still on his cheek, his thumb still rubbing over Poe's skin, slow and careful, like Poe's something delicate, something precious.

"We should move," Poe eventually says.

"We could," Finn replies. He leans forward, resting his forehead against Poe's. "Or we could just stay here a little longer."

Or they could do that. So Poe just closes his eyes, and lets the time slip by.

Filthy and romantic! I love it!

On AO3: Buried Deep

Moooooore please!

Ooooooh yes <3

this was so hot all the way through but also so sweet and gaaah what a lovely fill!!!

The reception drags on and puts Hux on edge. A glass of champagne turns into another, and something sweet and caustic from Admiral Anson's silver flask to take the edge off ("you're clenching your jaw, Cadet. This'll help. Don't worry, it's healthy, made from fruit--") . Hux doesn't drink much as a rule, and she's aware of the intricate calculus of these functions--how much to drink to make them remotely bearable, how far to abstain to keep a clear head. Whether a clear head is, at this point, desirable at all.

She does calculate that it's ceased to be a reception and turned into a party when Anson decides to lead his Imperial comrades in a rousing chorus of "The Green Hills of Urth." Mitaka is showing people the holos of his shore leave on Ghibli Prime five years ago, Phasma's makeup is running and she's backed Officer Unamo into a corner, and Ren is skulking around the perimeters of the room like a misfiring security droid.

Rog has been leaving her alone to brood over his offer, at least. He's been at Landa's side from the moment he stepped back into the officer's lounge, and every time she catches a glimpse of him he's got a new drink in his hand and a new audience for his tale of bravery. It's fine, she thinks. Rog deserves his moment to shine. Maker knows she'll have hers soon enough. And I will shine so bright I will eclipse everything else in the sky.

"Let's have a speech!" Landa raises his champagne glass. "From the man of the hour," he adds, smirking a little. "Speech! Speech! Speech!" The cheer spreads to the other officers, and soon the room is a clamor of demands for Rog to speak, accompanied by the clinking of glasses and the rattling of ice cubes. Hux is far from the center of the action, but she can see Anson and Mitaka helping Rog climb up onto the of the tables.

"For kriff's sake, this isn't a mess hall, Rog," Hux mutters to herself.

"Another speech? I would have thought a man of action like your Zoller has had enough of those for one day."

"He's not 'my' Zoller," Hux says, without turning. "And he deserves to have a moment to speak. Maker knows everyone else did."

"Yours was shorter than usual," Ren says.

"I'm flattered you paid attention."

Across the room, Rog rises from a crouch. "Gosh, this table is kinda wobbly." Everyone laughs. "But that's all right. If I can stay in my TIE fighter when it's spiraling down to the surface of Gamaar, I can stand on a table for a few minutes to say my piece." The room quiets down.

"I've devoted my life to serving the First Order," Rog says. "Every fight I've ever been in has been for the good of the Order, to defend the men and women who are working to--to secure the existence of our people and a future for human children, isn't that how we say it, Landa?" Landa nods, and Rog goes on. "And we've been winning a little at a time. We've been securing planets on the Outer Rim, and we're moving towards the Core. We're taking out the Resistance piece by piece.

"I always thought I'd die for the Order. I still know I will. But when I was lying there in the wreckage of my TIE fighter with a bomb in one hand and a blaster in the other, I realized that I wasn't ready to die yet." Rog stops to wipe away a single tear. "I thought about what I wanted for my children, and my childrens' children. How I didn't want them to fight for the scraps that the Empire left us. I wanted them to hold the galaxy in their hands. And if I was going to make that happen, I had to make sure I did my part for the Order. I had to live to see the future go on, and I had to put that future in the hands of just the right woman. Someone who was just as dedicated to the future of humanity."

Hux's mouth goes dry. She snatches a champagne flute from Ren's hand and downs it in a single gulp.

"I came here because the Order and Supreme Leader Snoke have honored me with this." Rog touches the medal around his chest. "But I also came here to do the best and most important thing I'll ever do--to carry on the future of humanity. Not just to die, but to live. To give the galaxy the children it deserves." A stray beam of light glints off his teeth when he smiles.

"And I want to do it with the woman I've always seen as the embodiment of the what Order stands for. She inspires me. She always has. And I've done it all for her." Rog stretches his hand out, and Hux takes a few steps backwards as though she could escape the focus of his attention. "Boudika Hux, will you marry me?"

The entire lounge erupts into cheering and whistling. Hux's eyes dart around frantically--she can't melt into the crowd, not now. Not with this much attention on her.

"What are you waiting for?" Landa calls over the din. "Say yes, General!"

Clarity snaps back to Hux like a rubber band. Rog is a war hero and he's devoted to her. The room is full of sentimental old men who are willing to dig deep into their pockets to fund the First Order if Hux puts on the right song and dance for them. Rog is in front of her, bent down on one knee like some swain in an Old Republic opera, and Hux can still feel Kylo Ren's breath on the back of her neck.

"Rog," she says. "Oh, Rog. Of course I will."

If you're still around, OP?
I was wondering if you are ok with me taking this in a more humorous direction? as in, Kylo's just trying to get a date and goes about it in awkward, wrong ways.
(Obviously the parts about Hux's past experience would be serious though.)

So happy to see this updated! And oh nooooo, Rog, you magnificent idiot! That's the first nail in his coffin, for sure. (I am cackling madly.)

This is why I've always hated those super public marriage proposals -- so much pressure to say yes. That kind of arm-twisting coercion is probably standard procedure in the First Order, now that I think about it.

Not OP, but I'd be interested in this!

SO HOT! Dear anon, may i ask your permission to translate into russian?

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Re: Fill: Colder Than the Moon (8/?), Kylo/Fem!Hux, Hux/M!OC

Re: Kylo/Hux - Trigger Warning: Past Non-Con

Re: Snoke/Virgin!Kylo 'purity' and non-con