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It might not be exactly what you're looking for, but this may be relevant to your interests?

http://tfa-kink.dreamwidth.org/1841.html?thread=2756401#cmt2756401

Due to shenanigans, Hux and Kylo switch bodies while trying to escape hostile territory/capture/etc.

+ complaints about each other's bodies ie Hux's body is untrained for lightsaber combat and always out of breath/sore, chronic tension headaches, can't rely on the Force to augment his physical prowess so Kylo keeps overestimating his ability, noodle arms, why does your back hurt literally all the time Hux have you ever relaxed, if "stressed and uncomfortable" had a physical form it would be you

Kylo's just layers of sweat and grime and unpleasant natural slouchiness and his stupid hair is constantly in his face, having to hear everybody's thoughts, and okay yeah now that he can actually feel the opposing currents of the Force Hux supposes he understands the melodrama, seriously how much do you sweat please take more showers

+ Hux having to ~use the Force and being awful at it.
+ dramatic kiss moment totally miscalculated due to height changes and weirdness of kissing yourself
+ Kylo is the fussy one with presentation, fixing Kylo!Hux's hair, complaining about his menacing loom technique, etc
+ Finalizer crew witnesses this surrealness
+ awkward sex
++ strategically exploiting knowledge of own erogenous zones
+++ still really awkward

IM IN LOVE WITH THIS.!!! holy fuck i love your characterization of kylo, i love hux, the writing is so good, i love come play. thank you!

The mods will screen it and ask you to revise down to 250 and repost, so maybe start working on the edits now?

Well hello beautiful.

Kylo Amidala said after wrecking a console, and before wrecking another.

+1 i love this and how disappointed kylo would be stuck in hux's weak ass noodle body lmao

I'm going to screen this. Please reword it to be under the word limit.

Someone from the First Order gets captured by the Resistance and they try to use the good old "No I'm with *insert x here* excuse to get out of trouble.

The Resistance is not impressed.

Bonus if Finn's reaction is this: http://49.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m41aygNfBB1r15uyio2_r4_250.gif

SECONDED.

YES. Do you think this is canon?

Content note: as you can probably guess from the prompt, this story contains body image issues.

Unbeta'd because I don't feel like de-anonning. I think I got in everything you requested, OP, hope you enjoy!

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Poe wasn’t very friendly with mirrors these days. He never would’ve said it out loud, didn’t consciously know it back then, but some part of him never believed he’d make it to 40. If anyone said he had a death wish, he’d laugh it off, make a joke or quip about how he’d die pretty no matter what his age. And when Finn swept into the Resistance and charmed half the eligible humans, Poe was pretty enough to be the one he chose.

Some days he just didn’t understand how Finn could keep choosing him. Finn was gorgeous, young, a crack shot and a brilliant tactician. Poe was just a pilot past his prime. He forced himself to look at the greying hair above his ears, at all the patches where his beard was coming in that way now, too. He’d thought about growing it out to hide the softening around his jawline, but now he didn’t want to be reminded.

The rest of his body was worse. Too much time sitting on his ass in an X-Wing, too little of his skin seeing the sun. He was too busy, he told himself, and it was true a bit, but he also just didn’t like taking his shirt off where anyone could see. He poked at his belly where it stuck out over the towel around his hips, hating its jiggle. He never meant to get old and fat, but here he was, grey hair and wrinkles and a flabby gut.

His train of thought was interrupted by a knock at the door of the fresher.

“I can hear you in there moping,” Finn said through the door. “Can I come in?”

Poe sighed and opened the door.

“I need a shower, too, so get in,” Finn continued like it was a foregone conclusion, snatching Poe’s towel. Finn was already naked, and Poe was hit by a sudden wave of gratitude for every day he’d spent with this man. Getting to know him, getting to touch him.

Finn pushed him gently into the shower, turned the water to the perfect temperature. Well, to Poe’s perfect temperature; Finn liked it blisteringly hot, but he always adjusted it for Poe’s comfort, and what the fuck did Poe do to deserve him?

“So what’s going on up here?” Finn tapped Poe’s forehead as he asked, soaping up a cloth and running it over Poe’s shoulders.

“Oh, the usual,” Poe shrugged, putting on his best smile.

Finn turned him gently by the shoulder, starting to wash his back. Not only did he know when Poe was full of shit, he knew that Poe would talk easier when he didn’t have to look anyone in the eye as he did it.

“Bullshit,” said Finn fondly, scrubbing down Poe’s back and squeezing his ass with his free hand. Poe shuddered in spite of himself as Finn’s hand ran over the pudgy bit of flesh above his hip. Finn did it again, probably deliberate, and Poe jerked away from his hand.

“Hey, a little less poking at the old man’s flab, okay?” he said, trying to keep the smile in his voice.

“Is that it?” Finn asked quietly, stepping close enough to kiss the back of Poe’s neck, then closer, wrapping Poe in his arms. It felt nice, Finn’s strong body pressed against his back. Then Finn stroked a hand down Poe’s belly, slow and absolutely deliberate, before grabbing a handful of the soft flesh just below his navel.

Poe suddenly felt like the water was scalding, shame sinking into the pit of his stomach.

“Please don’t,” he whispered.

Finn let go of Poe in an instant at that, stepping back in front of him.

“I’m going to say this as many times as it takes to get it through your thick head,” Finn started, then stopped to kiss him gently. “I love you,” he continued before pressing his lips to Poe’s temple, “I think you’re damn sexy,” kissing along the stubble at Poe’s jaw, “every. Inch. Of. You,” he punctuated his words with his mouth on Poe’s skin. “You just have to understand.” Finn’s face was so painfully earnest, and he knew it wasn’t a put-on, but if it had been it would’ve been working. He’d do anything for Finn and they both knew it. Up to and including putting on a smile when he was miserable. Which was how they’d gotten here, but why give up a coping mechanism that’s served you so well?

“Give me a chance to prove it to you, yeah? And if it doesn’t work, I’ll drop it. Promise,” Finn said.

Finn wasn’t usually like this. Their sex life was good, fine, but Finn never touched him in the places he felt worst about, except incidentally. He thought Finn could tell, and was humoring him. Politely ignoring the less appealing parts of his body. They didn’t talk about it.

He figured he owed Finn for all that. For putting up with an insecure old man who couldn’t even get his shit together enough to keep in shape for his hot young boyfriend. He should be able to suffer through this.

“Do your worst,” Poe said with a smile that probably didn’t reach his eyes. He never could say no to that face, even when maybe he should’ve.

Finn’s worst was apparently just washing him. He did it slowly and with intent, rubbing the rough cloth over Poe’s chest. Poe was relaxing into it, almost getting complacent, when Finn followed it up with a pinch to his nipple. Poe arched into it in spite of himself. It felt so good, good enough he could almost ignore Finn’s hand pressing into the fleshy bits around it.

So of course Finn took it up a notch then, dropping the washcloth to grab onto Poe like he was groping a woman’s tits, and wasn’t that just fucking embarrassing. He pressed in, blocking the spray of water with his body, and put his lips against Poe’s ear. “I love your nipples,” he whispered. “Especially because I can do this –” he tugged harder and Poe gasped.

“You have the best laugh,” Finn continued, lips feather-light at the corner of Poe’s eye where he knew it wrinkled when he smiled.

Finn's hands crept slowly down his body. It felt good, sure, as long as he didn't think too much about it. About Finn looking at him all disapproving, disappointed that it had come to this. He didn't want to see condescension or pity in Finn's eyes. Didn't want to see him being gentle and accepting and kind to cover something else. Poe knew it might not make sense, that he was being ridiculous and dramatic about something that shouldn't be a big deal. But if he was old enough to be having this crisis, he was sure as hell old enough to know that you can't reason away a feeling.

So he kept his eyes shut and tried to enjoy the slip of wet skin, Finn's big hands on him, down his sides to his thighs. Holding his hips, thumbs sweeping inwards. Stroking over his belly, and Poe told himself it was okay, he was okay, and screwed his eyes tighter shut, tried not to grip too hard where his own hands wrapped around Finn's biceps.

Then Finn put one hand firmly on Poe's abdomen and shook it. Poe wanted to sink into the floor and disappear, or at least hide his face forever.

There was a touch on the side of his face, and then, "look at me, babe," and he opened his eyes to Finn's fond smile. Finn tipped his forehead so it was pressed against Poe's. "I love your tummy, okay? I wish you'd let me touch it more." Finn patted him there, and then bent to pick the cloth up off the floor.

They were back on familiar territory, Finn scrubbing at Poe's legs and tickling his feet and then ever so gently taking his dick and cleaning it too. He remembered that intimacy feeling weird once, but now it was comfortable, a warm blanket of routine. Finn tried to scrub himself down and Poe tried to distract him in a practiced dance of kisses and touches that ended in Poe dropping to his knees.

"You look so pretty down there," Finn said, pushing Poe's dripping hair back from his face. "So good for me."

Poe moaned around Finn's cock. He didn't say this all the time, and every time he did Poe remembered how much he loved it. This part was easy, the way he worked his tongue a long habit, the taste of Finn's clean skin and salty precome and Finn's thick thighs under his hands. The hard floor hurt his knees but he was never going to stop until the day he couldn't get down on them any more. Whatever else he'd lost or was going to lose, no one gave head as well as Poe Dameron and he was damn proud of it. He let himself get lost in it for a few minutes, in the patter of water and the way Finn moved and breathed against him.

Eventually Finn tugged on his hair and Poe knew that meant that he wanted to finish this in bed. Finn dragged him to his feet and they went about the rest of their routine, moving around each other in the tiny fresher in a comfortable, silent choreography.

Poe came back into their room to the sight of Finn laid out before him, clean and dry and beautiful stretched across the sheets. He beckoned Poe forward with a crook of his finger and Poe came, crawled up Finn's body and kissed him thoroughly.

"Let me show you," Finn reiterated. "Make you feel good for once."

"Okay," Poe murmured, and as soon as it was out of his mouth, Finn smoothly rolled them over.

Finn sat back then and just looked. It made Poe want to squirm like an insect under a magnifying glass, his gaze feeling too hot. He wished this was over, that they could go back to the well-worn grooves of their usual patterns. But some traitor part of him also liked it.

"Your hair is beautiful," Finn whispered, running his hands through it. Poe thought about the grey strands that ran through it now. Finn gave him a look that clearly said, "I can see right through you," and then aloud, "don't give me that, I know what I like. And I like your hair." He thumbed over Poe's temples. "Here, too," he continued, kissing a spot on Poe's jaw. He'd never gotten around to shaving because of Finn's interruption, so it probably felt like sandpaper. "You look very distinguished."

"I look old."

“Whatever you say, daddy,” teased Finn, batting his eyelashes.

“Ugh, you know I hate that shit,” said Poe, but he couldn’t resist smiling back.

Finn kissed his sternum, then the dip between his pectorals and his stomach. Which Poe didn’t even know was a sensitive spot, but here they were. Then Finn’s lips were around a nipple, sucking hard, and Poe arched into it without thinking, put his hands on Finn’s back.

“No,” said Finn, taking Poe’s wrists and pressing them to the bed on either side of his head. “I’m going to touch you, and you’re going to lay here and take it. Can you be good for me?”

“Yes, Finn,” he breathed. He left his hands there as Finn let go.

Of course Finn went straight back to Poe’s least favorite place, sliding down to sit over Poe’s thighs and then bracketing Poe’s belly with his hands. Poe closed his eyes again.

“Look at me,” Finn demanded, and when Poe met his eyes, he flicked them down to Poe’s body, a clear direction. Poe looked down at himself, the shape of his gut and Finn leaning over him all perfect skin and chiseled abs. He felt himself flushing pink all the way down to his chest.

“So gorgeous,” Finn said, and then pushed his hands together, squeezing Poe’s belly into an even rounder shape before kissing the very top. It was embarrassing and somehow he wanted more. “Love how soft you are.” He bit gently at the very bottom of it and suddenly Poe was very aware of how close Finn was to his dick, how hard it was.

Finn ran light fingers over his skin, almost tickling. Then without warning he took a double handful of flesh. Poe tensed his muscles automatically, but it didn’t make much difference. There was plenty on top of them for Finn to grab that he couldn’t do anything about. He was tempted to look away again, but he knew Finn would notice. He felt fat and exposed and a little bit desirable, maybe, the way Finn was looking down at his hands on him and biting his lip.

“I wanna fuck you like this, where I can see you,” Finn said. He never used language like that out of bed, and it got to Poe every time.

Finn tapped him on the hip and Poe obediently lifted up so he could slide a pillow under. He pulled up on Poe’s thighs, quick and to the point, his tongue sliding hot and wet over Poe’s ass almost before he knew what was happening. Every point of tension in Poe’s body uncoiled, flowed into the arousal pooling in his groin. He opened easily under Finn’s fingers, body trained by long practice and eased by the tongue flicking around his rim.

“Come on, I’m ready. Want you inside me,” Poe begged.

This choreography was easy, too, the stretch of Finn’s cock and the weight of his body bearing down. They didn’t do it this way much – Poe preferred it from behind these days, didn’t like to see Finn’s eyes on him. But here they were, Finn folding him practically in half to reach down and kiss him, and Poe didn’t even mind that his mouth tasted like ass (that would be just a tad hypocritical). Poe’s dick pressed up against his belly and it was good, added friction.

“I just want to look at you, can I watch you, please,” Finn said against Poe’s lips, apparently forgetting that he’d been giving the orders earlier.

“Yeah,” gasped Poe, “yes.”

Finn reared back, grabbing onto Poe’s thighs. He looked fucking good there, and Poe had forgotten how much he liked watching Finn fuck him, the way his eyes tried to close when he got close to coming, the bunch and pull of his abdominals as he thrust. Then Finn snapped his hips against Poe’s ass and he remembered why he’d stopped doing this. His whole body shook, belly jiggling obscenely where it was pushed into a globe by the position of his legs. He wanted Finn to say something, needed it. Felt pathetic for needing it.

“You’re mine,” said Finn, breathing hard, and Poe’s mind latched onto it, repeating “yours, yours,” again and again.

“Yours, please,” he said out loud, not sure what he was asking for.

“This is all mine, and I love it,” Finn said, running his hands up and down Poe’s thighs, “and no one is allowed to talk bad about my man. Even you.”

Poe felt like he was blooming under Finn’s gaze, open and raw and quivering. Metaphorically and physically, because Finn was still fucking him with the slow, snapping thrusts that made his squishy parts quake.

“C’mon, come on that beautiful belly for me,” said Finn, and Poe felt a throb of arousal down to his toes, he just needed –

He pressed a hand to his cock, holding it against the soft curve of his stomach, and that was all it took, he was coming hard and Finn was leaning over him again, fucking fast and hard and a little uncomfortable as Poe came down from it but then Finn was growling in his ear and stilling against him and it was perfect.

“Your dick,” Poe said as Finn kissed his face, “is magical, your dick can probably use the force, I’m gonna recommend your dick as the cure for the next galactic plague.”

“Shut up, honey,” laughed Finn, then hissed as he pulled out, rolling off Poe to lay down next to him.

“Your dick turned me young and thin and hot again,” Poe continued.

“My dick likes you old and fat and hot,” countered Finn, and it was a shock to hear him say it clearly like that, but. Not a bad one. Finn turned towards him, kissed his shoulder, and poked his belly. Poe laughed, and then wondered if this was going to be a problem now, if someone else did try to tease him or touch him there if he was going to get... inappropriately turned on. Finn was probably going to try to do it in public just because he thought it was funny to get Poe riled up.

Poe shrugged. “Well, your dick made a convincing argument. I can live with that.”

Kylo's final training apparently included some heavy body modification and a whole lot of weird Sith magic - now he actually has reasons to hide beneath his armour, though even then it's obvious he's changed, become larger and stranger.

When he's sent back to the Finalizer he avoids Hux, fearing the inevitable rejection and disgust.

Let me throw too many suggestions at you
- Kylo's definitely inhuman now - muscles thicker and limbs longer, fingers ending in claws, bony protrusions along his spine, mouth splitting his cheeks and filled with fangs and an obscenely long tongue, body partially covered in scales and strange sigils, black bodily fluids, etc
- weird cock - much bigger and downright freaky (ridged/has a knot/prehensile/???), sitting over massively bulging testicles (maybe a cunt too?)
- cybernetics reinforcing and replacing parts of him
- if Hux is disgusted by all this it's only at first

If there's sex I'm not picky about who tops. And I'm down for pretty much any kinks except scat.

Mmmph this is so fucked. Thirding so hard!

That was a very fun story to read. I love how Maul basically has the "seen everything, done everything" mentality. The ending was very bittersweet and a fitting end to the last Sith from a bygone age.

I'm pretty loose on the setup, here: it could be a modern/college AU, it could be in-universe, they could be younger, their current ranks, whatever. Doesn't matter who wins or who loses, either, really (except for the quadruple plus below). I just want to see the night when Hux, Ren, and Phasma possibly get a little bit too tipsy and decide strip poker is a good idea.

+ If the last article of clothing Phasma has to take off is her helmet.
++ If the last article of clothing Ren has to take off is his suspenders.
+++ If the last article of clothing Hux has to take off is his stupid lined boots.
++++ If Phasma strips Ren and Hux down to nothing in the minimum amount of hands required without losing any clothing herself.

Good ass prompt +1

"creeps intently on domhnall" i am laughign, this prompt is amazing, +1

Of Jedi falling for cute Senators started by Anakin and Obi Wan.

+ Secret marriages (that everyone knows about because they are not subtle).

Yessss!! Ahh +1

Bahaha +100

Op this is quality content 👌 hell ya

Yeah yes +1

cw: gore, self mutilation

Way back at the Academy, Hux was not popular. Being the commandant's son, weak build, his enduring status as teacher's pet, and his arrogant, aloof attitude didn't win him many friends. It didn't help he was easy to pick out in a crowd. He tried to ignore it, knowing he was destined for greater things, and the taunts of these children were beneath his notice.

Eventually his peers step up their game, and attempt to maim/murder/trap him. Unforunately, the only escape is hacking off one of his own limbs. Hux does it, survives, and eventually picks off his attackers.

Kylo eventually gets wind of the story, and finds the whole thing distressingly hot. Self mutilation, grim determination to survive, meticulously planned executions-- suddenly Hux is worth another look.

+ It's his arm
+++ he finds out about Hux's prosthetic by accident, like after watching it get horrifically damaged and being ??? about Hux's lack of reaction
+ Kylo thought Hux was a paper pusher who relied on bureaucracy and nepotism to get him to the top
++ Hux is still not a particularly adept physical fighter, but he makes up for it in pure ruthlessness

This hurts!!... +1

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Re: Hux is a Tarkin Fanboy

Kylux, body swap

Re: fill: greed

Re: Gen: Hux & Poe, fear of flying

Re: Kylux, Hux/others, sex pollen, jealousy

Re: NOOOOO

Re: Kylux, body swap

Re: Gen: Hux & Poe, fear of flying

Gen/Any - No, I'm with FN-2187!

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

Re: Kylux | Ultimate Power Couple

FILL: Finn/Poe - Age gap, belly worship, praise kink

Hux/Kylo: monster!kylo, body modification, body shame

Re: Kylux - literally murderous jealousy, blood & gore & light necrophilia

Re: Fill: Darth Maul & Rey, Gen - “Not Your Apprentice” (2/2)

Hux/Kylo Ren/Phasma - Strip Poker

Re: Kylo/Hux, mpreg

Re: RPF Personality change head injury

Senator Finn/Jedi Rey (or Ben) - Following the legacy.

Re: Hux/Ben Solo, Soulmate pull

Re: Kylux: he's (not) having his baby!

Re: Kylux, daddy kink

Re: Ben Solo/ General Hux- Reversal, side Stormpilot?

Kylux or one sided, Hux has a prosthetic limb

Re: hux/kylo: misunderstandings