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Finnamon roll, being made of goodness and light, fucks the darkside out of Kylo. That's it, that's the prompt.

They used to use really hot pictures of Poe to bring in new recruits, but lately the Resistance PR department has been leaning to shirtless shots of Finn, because damn. Poe doesn't mind, because hell yes, if he wasn't already here, Finn would've recruited him to the Resistance in about two seconds flat.

Finn is kind of embarrassed until he sees how much those posters turn Poe on, and it gives him the confidence he needs to make a move and kiss Poe stupid.

They get caught in the hallways of course, and the Resistance PR department pulls off their greatest recruitment drive of EVER when they put both Poe and Finn on the posters, looking like the semi-debauched heroes of a romance novel series.

Basically everyone wins.

there've been so many prompts with sad/unexpected/failed pregnancies and i just want a nice one. they've been together long enough that they get kinda sloppy at using protection/poe being on birth control, and after a weekend spent mostly in bed, the inevitable happens. and they're happy about it. up to the filler how they find out. is it morning sickness? does leia look at poe after a meeting and comment on how he's ~glowing?? who knows! that's it that's the prompt.

Poe and Finn enjoy eating each other's asses out. That's really it.

The showers on base are communal in that they're all in the same room, but luckily they do have private stalls. Given the barracks situation, it's also the place people go to have sex, so if you happen to hear rhythmic thumping coming from the stall next to yours you just carry about your business.

Yes please!

Hux: Thank the Spirit of Grand Moff Tarkin! Such PR!
Ren: This is what my grandfather had fought against! This is what has stolen Ben Solo's mother! That misguided woman!
Phasma: *pointing at Finn to all the other baby Troopers* Let his predicament be an example to all of you.

so kylo and hux are fucking, but also collectively have all the emotional nous of a brick. it's fine, it works, whatever.

post collapse of starkiller base, kylo and hux are sent to a remote outpost whilst he recovers, but not before snoke forcibly soulbonds them to one another to ensure:

1) they stay together and one doesn't kill/harm the other without his say so

2) should the worst come to the worst and they are captured, you can't testify against your spouse. it'd buy them time for kylo to inevitably break them free

snoke promises that when they return he will remove the bond. after all, it's just...insurance.

slight problem when kylo starts to get atattched and one of hux's favourite barbs to throw when they (inevitably) fight is that he can't wait until the bond is gone. yet he always kisses kylo so tenderly when they fuck. eventually kylo is just...resigned and desperately trying to catologue everything before it's too late.

up to you if it ends happy or not!

The bridge crew has a game. They try to get pictures of Hux in various states of undress. It's exceedingly difficult; he's fastidiously proper and has his own private shower. It's all in good fun -- and only mildly treasonous -- and it's been ongoing since Hux took command. They started adding a meaningless point system. ex: 2 points for gloveless (+1 if he took it off with his teeth), 10 for open collar, 20 for open service jacket etc. Unamo swears she saw a strip of belly and a tattoo once during an emergency scramble, but didn't get evidence. No one believes her.

Someone accidentally sends Kylo the comment chain. He decides to play. He decides to win.

+ Hux has no idea
+ He went from gawky kid to terrifying adult so he never recieved this kind of attention and doesn't recognize it
+ no established relationship (automatic disqualification!)
+ Kylo is super competitive and demands to know all the rules and they have to scramble to defend Hux's potential honor (ie, has to have photographic evidence, can't just tear off his clothes, no break ins, no force coercion, etc)
+ Kylo being angry and confused when he realizes there isn't a prize

I think I love you!

Kylo's spent his life seeing into people's heads, so he's seen a lot of sexual stuff, but has never actually done it. An away mission finished early, and he takes the time to go to a brothel and see what all the fuss is about.

The woman he picks takes good care of him, but because he doesn't really understand how these things work in practice, he's paid for the whole night and she's determined that he gets his money's worth.

OPTIONAL BONUS
+ the woman he's most attracted to is an 'unusual' choice (overweight, alien, or considered otherwise unattractive by the majority of patrons)

That's basically all. In glorious and bloody detail. Can be because Snoke demanded, can be because he's just had enough, just, no guilty feelings.

I love this.

+ Kylo being angry and confused when he realizes there isn't a prize
omg, this. i laughed so hard.

author anon here.....ngl, i'm really tempted to write scheming!hux's plans working out and him getting the ride of his life in the shower. hmm.

YESSS PLEASE

I just want some (not so) straight up filthy porn, with both partners getting embarrassingly turned on by felching/being felched.

Any kinks aside from scar or vore will do. I really don't care who tops or bottoms, but humiliation and dirty talk are always a plus! ;D

Ok, forgot to mention this is an AU where obvs Han is alive, but also where starkiller base was never finished before the resistance crashed the party and ruined everything. The fight in the snow with Rey/Finn never happened. This is an even bigger disaster than in canon, so this whole infiltration plan is to make up for it. I know, I’m overthinking my crack!fic…

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“The weapon was never fully operational.” Hux says, back ramrod straight under the too bright lights of the interrogation room, hands handcuffed behind his chair. He couldn’t find it in himself to even pretend to be scared. For one thing, this interrogation room could be a nursery compared to the ones aboard the Finalizer. For another, his interrogator looks like the centerfold in a dirty, pilot-themed holomagazine.

“So Ben brought you here for nothing? Is that what you’re telling me?”

“I wouldn’t say for nothing.”

“Bullshit!” Poe slams his hands on the table and Hux remembers to flinch appropriately. “You’re just the innocent little defector, is that right?”

“Why is that so hard to believe?” Hux flicks an errant strand of hair out of his eyes. Two days in a cell is getting in the way of his grooming habits. “Ben vouches for me.”

Poe narrows his eyes. “Don’t get me started on Ben.” he mutters.

Maybe he’s not as dumb as he looks. Hux tries a different tactic. “Please...Poe, is it?”

The pilot raises an eyebrow and leans back in his chair, arms crossed.

“I know you may see me as another uniform. Or maybe even as the face of the First Order.” Hux looks away, hunched in on himself. “But I’m more than that.”

“Yeah, you’re the freakin’ General.”

“I have a name.”

“You know who didn’t have a name?” Poe stands up and strolls around the table to stand next to Hux. “Finn. Or any of your Stormtroopers.”

“They have names.”

“Assigned numbers don’t count!”

“Fine. But let’s just say Stormtroopers weren’t the only ones stripped of their identities.” Hux raises a defiant chin, eyes shiny, regal even in defeat. “We’re all products of our environment.” He lowers his head, the strand of hair becoming loose again. “Products of our families. Not all of us were so lucky to be born on the right side.”

Poe is torn but his better nature wins out. He worries at his lip and uncrosses his arms, settling on the edge of the table, no longer looming above the General, who looks rather small without his pompous uniform and coat. Technically, he’s a guest of Ben but they can’t be blamed for reacting the way they did. It’s not everyday the highest ranking official of the Order’s flagship vessel waltzes onto the Resistance Base like he was just showing up for an appointment.

Hux flicks his head again and Poe reaches out, tucking the ginger hairs behind an ear.

“Thank you.” Hux scrunches his nose. “It was quite bothersome.” When softly spoken, the lilt of his accent is rather pleasant. Not unlike Rey’s but more prissy. It seems fitting with the rest of the man: his high cheekbones and pale, almost translucent skin, like the makeup of a Naboo senator. His neck looks delicate, exposed by the wide scoop neck collar of the prison shirt.

“Do you think I could get some water?”

It takes Poe a second to realize he’s being asked a question. “Yeah, sure.” He pours a glass of water from the pitcher on the table, only to remember there’s no way Hux is drinking this himself, what with the handcuffs. He clears his throat and holds the glass to Hux’s mouth, whose lips part eagerly around the rim. Poe is careful to not angle the cup too much but some liquid drips out the sides anyway, dribbling down Hux’s chin onto his white shirt and pants. “Shit, sorry, here let me--”

He looks around for napkins or paper, but the room is kept purposefully bare. He resorts to using his sleeve to dab at Hux’s shirt, then his neck, and he stills when nears Hux’s mouth, shiny from the drink.

“So.” His eyes flick up to meet pale, green ones. “How did someone so young become General?”

Hux smiles. “What can I say. I’m rather ambitious.”

This is the position they’re in when Ben bursts through the door, which was definitely locked a second ago, and declares, “Okay, interrogation time or whatever the fuck this is, is over!” He strides over and snaps the chain connecting Hux’s cuffs to his chair but keep the cuffs on, using them to hoist Hux out of his seat.

“We have keys for a reason, use them!” Poe is on his feet, reaching out a hand. “Also, interrogation time is not over.”

“Well I say it is.” Ben growls, hand firm on Hux’s arm as he angles them towards the door.

Poe puts a hand to Hux chest. “I know he’s your friend, Ben but--”

“I brought him here in good faith that he’ll be treated the same as I was but instead he’s been locked up for two days.”

“We had to be sure he’s not just leading his whole armada to the base!”

“You treated that traitor better than this!”

Poe narrows his eyes. “What’d you just call him?”

“Do I get a say in this?” asks Hux as he looks between the two men. They snap to attention as if they weren’t playing ginger tug-o-war up until now. “I choose to finish the interrogation with Poe.”

Ben gapes at him as Poe shakes his fist in victory. “Are you fucking serious?”

Hux shrugs. “He’s just doing his job. Let’s just get this over with so we can move on.”

Ben drops Hux’s arm and storms out, the last thing he hears is Poe asking if those cuffs were on too tight and would he prefer to have them off?

He’s on his way back to the Order within the hour, this time properly stealing a ship. And it’s a good one, fast and sleek and it might just be Poe’s favorite. Fuck that guy, seriously. Wait ‘til Supreme Leader hears about this.

But I thought you would get the General as the prize?
No Lord Ren.
But!
No, just no.
What about cake?
No, there is no cake either.
AHhhhhhhhhjhhh!!!! Light saber rage!!!!

Hux walks in with a slice of cake, looking exasperated at Darth Tantrum.
What is he angry about now?
Sir! No idea Sir!

FUCK YEAH

Kylo would take this way too seriously and then get angry when he didn't even got a prize after all his hard work. :'(

Yes, the murder boner must be satisfied! Seconded!

♥

I WILL SECOND THIS UNTIL THE DAY I DIE.

Yessssss

Imagine their shovel talk.

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Finn/Kylo, crack?

Finn/Poe- Finn usurps Poe's place as poster boy of the Resistance

finn/poe: happy mpreg

Poe/Finn- Rimming

Stormpilot semi-public sex

Re: gen, the Republic muscles into the Resistance, ruins everything

Hux/Kylo: forced bonding, snoke meddling, pining

Gen or Hux/any, Crew tries to get pictures of Hux

Re: Crack/Gen: Finn seduces stormtroopers away from the FO with cake

Kylo/OFC, loss of virginity, sex worker

Gen, TW: murder, Kylo kills Hux. Slowly

Re: Gen or Hux/any, Crew tries to get pictures of Hux

Re: Gen or Hux/any, Crew tries to get pictures of Hux

Re: [FILL] folie à deux

Re: [FILL] folie à deux

Kylux - felching

Re: [FILL] The Worst Double Agents in the Galaxy 2/?

Re: Gen or Hux/any, Crew tries to get pictures of Hux

Re: Kylux - felching

Re: Gen or Hux/any, Crew tries to get pictures of Hux

Re: Gen, TW: murder, Kylo kills Hux. Slowly

Re: Gen or Stormpilot: Finn really blossoms in the Resistance

Re: Crack/Gen: Finn seduces stormtroopers away from the FO with cake

Re: Crack/Gen: Finn seduces stormtroopers away from the FO with cake

Re: Poe/Finn- (Future Fic or AU) Interrogating their kid's first boyfriend