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49 times..... we fought that beast.
(Your old man and me)

Ah that. I've seen it in a few 'fangirl plus Actor' photos as well, so it's not gender exclusive. XD

Seconding the OP's prompt.

OP -- I am so, so happy you liked this, and that what I wrote hit on what you wanted for this prompt. :) I kind of imagined an opposite of Starkiller while I wrote this; I am so stoked you noticed the mirroring. Thanks for the prompt!

Suddenly seeing Aladdin's Prince Ali outfit.

Japan?

https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fd/e4/95/fde495fccca8ec722be74cd4079f1842.jpg

Somehow, Kylo's connection the the Force gets temporarily severed or suppressed. And he freaks out. Without his power, he feels weak and helpless and paranoid of everyone. On top of that, he can't call on the dark side to push away his guilt and humanity. He feels like he's nothing without the Force.

Hux finds him in that state of pure fear, mid break down. He can't have Kylo losing his mind when he's still needed, so it's up to him to get through to Kylo and calm him down.

YELL HEAH

Yaaas

Oh hell yes.

you saw what Sam L. Jackson said somewhere about Finn, right?

"My son."

you win everything for the ren and stimpy reference

Adam Driver has such a deep and pleasant voice too, and he puts a particular breathy and low quality to his voice when he plays Kylo. I can just imagine that voice crying out in pleasure, shuddering and raspy and wrecked...

Er, I mean, seconded.

This is unbelievably touching!

“Clear the bridge,” Hux ordered.

“Sir? Should I sound the alert?” Lieutenant Ban looked confused. Hux would forgive her this mistake- his order was unusual.

“No need, Lieutenant. I am conducting a test of the automatic bridge operation routines.”

“Of course sir,” she said. The skeleton crew logged out of their terminals and exited the bridge in perfect order. Hux sank into the command chair and paged Kylo Ren’s commlink.

“Ren to the bridge,” he said, giving no other detail. He received no acknowledgement. He knew Ren would come. He always came when Hux ordered.

Hux had never intended to fuck Ren more than once, just for the satisfaction of accepting Ren’s surrender. The experience had been so fascinating that he’d invited Ren back to his bed. Hux had no equal within the First Order, neither did Ren. Free of the constraints of rank, they took each other apart night after night.

They didn’t speak of the arrangement between them. Hux despised Ren, hated the man’s lack of discipline and fanatical beliefs in a dead cult. Ren would be the unmaking of his empire. Ren would bring him victory.

With patience, any weapon could be refined to complete efficiency.

The bridge door slid open, admitting Kylo Ren. Hux entered the lockdown sequence and secured it with his personal override. No one could leave or enter the bridge without his express permission. Ren joined him at the apex of the bridge, looking out.

Finalizer’s bridge gave him an excellent view of Starkiller base, just visible below him.

“The weapon is ready,” Hux said. He stroked a gloved hand down Ren’s spine, feeling the muscles of his shoulders flex. “I will test it tomorrow, and cut the knees from under the Resistance.”

“Have you summoned me here to admire your weapon? Certainly you have subordinates for that,” Ren said.

“That’s true,” Hux said. “Undress.” Ren’s chin tilted up slightly, defiant even under the mask. Ren took off the helmet first, then unfastened the long robes, letting them slide to the floor. Naked, his skin seemed to glow faintly in the red of the instrument panels.

Hux pressed him back against the viewpane, stroking a hand down his chest, pinching a nipple before continuing down his belly to stroke his cock. Ren responded predictably, arching into Hux’s hand. He kissed Ren’s shoulder, up his neck, sucking a mark below his ear. Ren tipped his head up, tacit permission for Hux to continue. Hux kissed him, sliding his tongue over Ren’s bottom lip and into his mouth. He laced his free hand through Ren’s unruly hair, tugging gently until Ren was panting, thrusting his erection into Hux’s hand.

“What will it feel like?” he murmured into Ren’s ear, nipping at the lobe. “Will you feel them die?”

“Yes,” Ren hissed, dropping his head to Hux’s shoulder. Hux let Ren’s cock slide from his hand and took a step back, leaving Ren leaning against the viewpane, flushed and wanting. He undressed, taking his time as Ren watched, pupils dark, reflecting the red glare of the bridge terminals. Hux slid into the command chair, knees spread. He coated his hand with the lube he’d retrieved from his pocket and gave himself a few lazy strokes, until his cock stood hard between his thighs. Ren licked his lips, his eyes never leaving Hux’s hand.

“Are you going to stand there with your mouth open, or are you going to come over here and fuck me?” Hux asked, arching his back a little into his next stroke. Ren had no problem following orders when properly motivated. He sank onto Hux’s lap, knees folded onto the chair so that he straddled Hux’s narrow hips. Hux liked him like this; Ren only topped his own height by an inch or so, but Hux enjoyed watching his powerful muscles quiver and flex as Hux fucked him until he trembled.

Hux coated his fingers in lube and slid them back between Ren’s legs until he touched the tight opening. He circled it with a finger before pushing into Ren. Ren lifted up a little at the intrusion, clutching at Hux’s shoulders. He slid his finger in and out until Ren rocked subtly against him, their cocks brushing. Hux deliberately didn’t touch him, instead slipping in a second finger and letting Ren sink onto it, opening him up with long, smooth strokes.

“I’m ready,” Ren said impatiently, lifting off Hux’s fingers and rising up on his knees over Hux’s cock. Hux grabbed his hips and pulled Ren down onto him slowly, savoring the slick heat around him. Hux ran his hands over Ren’s thighs, the heavy muscles flexing as Ren moved. He hated how much he admired Ren’s body, so different from his own lean build. Ren buried his face in Hux’s shoulder, hiding the deep flush on his cheeks as he rolled his hips into Hux’s thrusts.

Hux pulled him to his knees on the chair so that he could get a better angle, and soon Ren was moaning on every thrust, teeth sunk into Hux’s shoulder. Ren was a wreck, his thighs trembling where they were spread over Hux’s. Hux raked his nails down one pale thigh, hoping he drew blood. Ren growled, deep in his chest and grabbed grabbed Hux’s hair, pulling his head up for a kiss that was mostly teeth. Hux was so close, slamming into Ren’s ass, not caring if he hurt him.

Hux’s eyes fell to Ren’s lightsaber, half-buried in the pile of discarded robes next to his chair. Hux picked it up, igniting the blade. Ren froze at the sound of the weapon, his eyes narrowed as Hux handled it. He leaned back on Hux’s lap, a hand braced next to his head on the chair.

“You built this,” Hux said, thrusting up into Ren to get his attention.

“Yes,” Ren said, grinding against against Hux.

“It’s flawed. You were careless,” Hux said, watching as the blade jumped and trembled. “Sloppy work. It suits you.”

Hux saw the rage rising in Ren, the brutality that he could not seem to master. He knew Ren wanted to hurt him, he could see the implicit threat in the tightness of his body. Ren snatched the lightsaber from him and killed the blade, put he did not put down the weapon.

His fingers clenched painfully on Hux’s shoulder, and Hux knew he would have bruises. He enjoyed Ren’s marks on him, and tonight, on the eve of their great victory, he wanted something more permanent.

He grabbed Ren’s hips and slammed up into him, holding him still at just the angle he wanted. Ren’s control went quickly, and soon he was biting into his lip as he failed to stifle his moans. He reached down to touch his own cock and Hux slapped his hand away. He wrapped his fingers around Ren’s on the lightsaber, thumbing the power switch.

“Mark me,” he murmured against Ren’s mouth, grinding up into him. Inches from his bare thigh, Hux could feel the heat coming off the blade. It seemed barely contained by its housing, which glowed dull red around the edges.

“It will hurt,” Ren said, suddenly hesitant.

“I know that, you prick. Do it anyway,” Hux panted. Ren didn’t move. Hux grabbed his wrist and pressed the glowing point of the crossguard against his hip.

The pain was shocking, immediate, and exactly what he needed to come.

His orgasm tore through him and he buried himself into Ren, arching out of the command chair. His vision whited out and he barely registered Ren’s grunt of pain as he yanked on his hair. He emptied himself deep into Ren and the other man came, muscles tightening around Hux’s cock as come spattered his stomach. Ren slumped against him, the lightsaber falling to the deck.

The sharp pain of the burn brought Hux back to himself. He pushed Ren back, peering down at the mark on his hip. The blade had left a neat, circular burn, completely cauterized and edged in black. It would certainly scar. Ren ran his fingers over it and Hux sucked in a breath, refusing to flinch. His skin felt overly-sensitive and Ren’s light touch was nearly overwhelming.

Ren slid to his knees on the floor, mouthing up Hux’s thigh, sealing his lips over the burn. The feeling of Ren’s tongue on the mark was breathtaking, and Hux stared out of the viewpane, down at Starkiller base. The implements of empire were his to command, elegant weapons all.

I hope this suits OP. Finalizer's command chair is probably not canon, but I couldn't resist using the old Star Trek "fucking on the bridge" trope.

OMG +1

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

(what's ATM in this context? I only know ATM as a bank machine and while I don't doubt Kylo would fist a bank machine that crossed him, I don't think that's what you're asking for)

+1 MTE!

Consentacles! +11111

AHAHAHAHAH! YES!

Yessss. I really hope someone writes this.

"Sooo, um. Tonight, I thought it might be nice if I helped you, uh. Reload your blaster."

"I can usually do it fine on my own, but if you want, sure?"

Finn: \o/

"Here it is, ammo packs are on the second shelf, knock yourself out."

Finn: :(((

TLDR; Seconded!!!

“There's a young sando terrorizing the bay,” Finn said, poking his head out of his bedroom. Rey was sprawled out on their old brown couch, BB-8’s ridiculous instruction manual open and thus taking over the coffee table, most of the couch, and half of Rey. Finn had no idea why they didn't just put the manual in a book or a on a data chip like everyone else.

“Finn.”

“It’s not too big, but it's already killed four fishermen.”

“Finn,” Rey scowled up from the manual. BB-8 whirred and beeped cheerfully at her from somewhere under the manual. “I can handle the bloody sando. If you don't leave for Pow! right now, I'll mind whammy you and drag you there myself.”

“Okay, okay,” Finn said, raking his hand over his hair. He turned back to his bed, where half the contents of his closet were strewn across his rumpled comforter. “Rey!”

“What!”

“What should I wear?”

“Are you serious?” Rey shouted, but she stalked into his room to frown at him. BB-8 rolled after her, swaying a little unsteadily and trailing the manual after it like its own cape. At least it was actually moving now. Finn had been worried it was another defective unit, like the first seven. “It's not like you're going on a date, Finn. Just throw on a pair of jeans at a shirt.”

Finn stared forlornly at his bed. Nothing he had seemed quite right. He couldn't exactly throw on a suit to go to Pow!, but he sort of wanted to anyway. BB-8 lumbered up to his side, whirring speculatively at the clothing. It listed to one side. Finn reached over to straighten it again. Maybe a button up?

“Unless,” Rey said, slowly, “it is a date.”

“No?” Finn said, uncertainly.

Rey sighed, then snatched up a soft grey henley and his favorite pair of jeans. She thrust them forward and gave him her sternest look. “Wear these. You'll be fine; I'm pretty sure Poe is already halfway in love with you, anyway.”

“He’s not,” Finn insisted, though it seemed weak even to his own ears. After the warehouse -- well, it was never good to speculate.

Rey looked like she’d reached her max capacity of bullshit for the day. She wadded up his clothing and chucked it at his chest. “You keep telling yourself that, hotshot. Get dressed and get out. And for crying out loud, don’t worry about the sando. I got it, alright?”

**

Finn wasn’t a huge fan of Pow! It was the kind of place that capitalized on superheroes, decorating their walls with art that teetered on copyright infringement. Rey knew he hated the restaurant, which meant she was punishing him for being a dick to Poe, even if it was unintentional.

Exhibit A for why he hated Pow! stood right near the door: A life sized cardboard cutout of someone who looked suspiciously like him, in his midnight blue costume and black cape, arms akimbo and with a speech bubble hovering over his head saying, “Please wait to be seated.”

That was new. Finn idly wondered if he would get kicked out for punching the cut out’s face off.

“Finn!” Poe shouted from the other side of the restaurant, attracting roughly everyone's attention. He flung himself out of his chair, knocking it over, and crashed right into Finn's chest, grabbing him up in a hug that might have cracked a couple of ribs if Finn were anyone else. Finn had no other choice but the wrap his arms around Poe and laugh with him, brimming with vicarious relief and happiness.

“Look at you,” Poe said, voice still overly loud in his excitement. He pulled back to examine Finn, face lit up in a bright grin that also looked a bit stunned. “You look great.” His eyes seemed to stutter over Finn’s chest, before he glanced back up at his face. “Really great, seriously. Wow.”

“What about you?” Finn said, furrowing his brow. It was hard not to adopt his British accent, considering it was the voice he always used when he talked to Poe. It was even harder trying to keep his stories straight and separate. “I heard what happened! Are you okay?”

Poe scratched at the bruise on his cheek self consciously, still grinning. “Ah, this? It's nothing.” Poe glanced around, as if just noticing that most the customers were watching with voyeuristic interest. “Come on, let's sit.”

He led Finn to a corner booth at the back of the restaurant. “You have no idea how relieved I was to hear that you were alive, man,” Poe said, sitting down.

Finn slid into the booth across from him, grimacing slightly. “Yeah, I am so sorry about that. I guess I hadn't realized you thought I was dead.”

Poe waved a hand dismissively. “It's okay, don't worry about it! It's not like you knew how to get in contact with me. Or -- anything about me, for that matter. I'm just glad you're alive.”

Finn grimaced, feeling terrible. He opened his mouth to, what, explain? when the waitress sidled up to the table, playing with one long strawberry blonde curl. She smiled brightly at Poe. It looked like she'd applied a layer of lipstick just to take their order. “What will you boys be having today?”

Poe flashed his usual charming grin and Finn could see the moment she fell madly in love. He turned his instinctive snort into a cough, but Poe still slanted a knowing look at him and his grin went a little sly. “I'll have a Nova Lox bagel,” Poe said, holding his menu out.

“Better make that two,” Finn said, busting out his own charming grin. It seemed to have more of an effect on Poe than it did the waitress, what with the way he dropped the menu. That was -- interesting.

“So tell me,” Poe said, clearing his throat, as the waitress hurried off. He leaned forward on the table, eyes intent, and kept his voice low. “The last time we saw each other, you had just bust out of the Super Trooper program. What have you been doing with yourself, aside from -- you know?”

“I --” Finn had no idea how to answer that question. Being a superhero didn't actually leave a lot of time for a day job. He couldn't exactly tell Poe that he and Rey barely made rent and that they depended on Rey using her powers to hustle pool to put food on the table. Finn didn't regret his new life for a second, nor did he feel an ounce of shame, but he couldn't exactly explain it. “I've just been doing odd jobs here and there.”

“It must have been so hard,” Poe said, eyes soft.

It had been, but probably not in the way Poe thought. Getting your ass handed to you by a pissed off Rey was never fun. Instead he smiled and shrugged. “I got by.”

“I see that,” Poe said. Then he dropped his eyes to the table, fiddling with his napkin. “I wondered about you, you know. After. I’d hoped --” He was interrupted by the building jolting so hard that it felt like the entire room shifted to the right. People screamed and tumbled to the ground, scrambling under tables, rained on by cups of hot coffee and steaming food. Poe shot to his feet, gripping the edge of the table.

“What the hell was that?” Poe demanded, scrambling to one of the windows. The man really did have the self preservation skills of a lemming.

Finn made to follow when his phone vibrated with a new text. He pulled it out from his pocket, and then groaned.

I did not actually have the sando

everyday I worry all day!

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Re: Farm AU

Re: Hux/Kylo-Hover Hand

Re: FILL: Rey/Kylo Ren, Hatesex

Re: Kylo Ren: Good Costume Switch

Re: Crack AU - Everyone is your nationality

Re: Finn/Poe-- Mpreg without realizing

Kylo Ren/Hux; Kylo's Force powers are suppressed

Re: Kylo/Hux; Vocal

Re: Gen/any. Poe is a badass.

Re: gen - Finn is related to Mace Windu, Windu guides him as a Force Ghost

Re: gen - Finn is related to Mace Windu, Windu guides him as a Force Ghost

Re: Kylo+Hux or Kylux Crack: My beloved ice cream bar!

Re: Kylo/Hux; Vocal

Re: Finn/Snap, body image (sideline Finn+Poe friendship)

Fill: Kylo/Hux, lightsaber branding

Re: Finn/Poe, Stormtrooper flirting techniques

Re: Hux

Re: Kylo/Poe - noncon, fisting, atm

Re: Fill pt. 4 - Kylo/Hux - Roughing it. Hux is Not Amused

Re: Poe/Finn, Poe/other - consensual tentacles, voyeurism

Re: Hux, Leia - Complaining

Re: Finn/Poe, A/B/O soulmate fic, Poe gets increasingly horny around Finn

Re: Finn/Poe, Stormtrooper flirting techniques

FILL: The Mysterious Man in the Mask (4/?)

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