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Kylo kills snoke and takes over The First Order,making Hux his concubine.Hux hates him,buuut he convince Ren to fall for him and kill him later.

I've been reading up on Before the Awakening and there are a couple of sections of Hux and Phasma discussing Finn being one of the best cadets they have and the possibility of him becoming an officer/leader later. This seems to cause a lot of the issues between Finn and the other 'troopers.

So I'm here for this idea to be explored more. If you want to go down a shipping route I'm fine with either ship. I'm also fine with Gen or Finn/Kylo if you want to have it be where Kylo takes an intterest on him having sensed his force abilities (I'm gonna guess that's how he picks his Knights of Ren), and Phasma or Hux being against it because they want him for a different position, any excuse for them to be bitchy to one another, etc.

+ If it deals with their disappointment after he leaves and fucks things up for the FO like a good rebel.
+ "I will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love!"

Over here on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8021650

I hope you like it!

Finn was the best stormtrooper in many areas according to cannon. Can someone please just write a fic where he starts having to go through training at the resistance base to see where he's at so they know what he needs to learn but he just keeps whipping ass at whatever the put in front of him except piloting. Poe, who started tagging along for emotional support is shocked... and very thankful for the show. Finn just doesn't understand why everyone is so surprised, the scores are normal to him and so he doesn't realize how good they are.

Basically: Complete fucking baddass!Finn (marksman, hand-to-hand expert, freerunning,...etc.) with Poe being so fucking turned on by how fucking badass Finn is and just lusting after him constantly. But he doesn't know if Finn is even interested in relationships, it never seems like he is and so he stays quiet but in reality they're both completely fucking gone over each other and it's obvious to everyone but them.

+ Having Poe come apart and desperately riding Finn's cock
++ A fuck ton of body worship towards Finn because he doesn't seem to get why Poe is so turned on and show Poe starts showing him why he's so great (wringing multiple orgasms out of him, rimming and fellatio would be perf but not necessary)
+++ Poe literally fucking himself senseless on Finn's cock until Finn snaps and flips them over to roughly fuck Poe into the floor.
++++ Hung AF!Finn and size kink!Poe who is even more turned on by the size of Finn's dick.

got cut off sorry: +++++ If Finn used to have a sort of flirty USTY thing with Kylo Ren before Jakku and that's why he was so fucking pissed when he saw Finn in TFA.

Yesssss

Mitaka smokes the Star Wars equivalent of weed because he has a shitty life. Kylo senses his sudden calm from across the base and barges the fuck in to join him.

+It's Kylo's first time smoking weed
++++They shotgun because Kylo can't smoke weed correctly
++++++++++Kylo goes Full Dickslut when he's high

GORGEOUS <3

That's it, we've found the best prompt. Everyone else go home.

Btw does thing end in Kylo slutting on Mitaka's dick?

OP!Anon hopes it will, but it's up to authorial interpretation ;)

I'm looking forward to the rest.

Yes +1

"Which floor?"

The helmet turns to her, a movement neither slow nor fast but utterly alien. Like an owl, swivelling. Phasma doesn't shudder. She's used to the strangeness of the boy by now. But that doesn't mean she'll let her guard down around him. The helmet regards her for a long while.

"Bridge." The voice drained of any warmth by the speech synthesiser. "Please."

Phasma has to stop herself from doing a double-take. Was he going soft? She hopes he doesn't come up with a 'thank you' as she deftly pushes the button. That would be too much. The lift hums into life.

The helmet swivels away. They face forward in silence. It feels collegial, almost. His default attitude towards her is at best a sneering arrogance, at worst a sullen hostility. Phasma judges that a bit of mutual respect might lead to a better dynamic on the battlefield, and reduce his tendency to use her stormtroopers as fodder for his ill thought-out tactics. But she can't for the life of her think of an opening gambit.

The lift thrums on, the passing of the decks illuminated by the regular flash of guide lights.

There is something different about him, though. Not the clothes. Not the posture. Phasma's disturbed. She's feeling inexplicably forgiving towards the boy today. Affectionate, almost. It can't just be the work of a single platitude. What, then? She lets her mind wander as the lights blink by.

"Is that a new cologne?" she hears herself blurt. The helmet snaps around to look at her. Her conscious mind catches up to her olfactory response and confirms it. He smells different. His usual odor is half-way between unwashed adolescent and stale ash pit. That's all still there, but on top of that he smells... good. Really good. Phasma feels her heart flutter a little. Her body knows that smell.

"No." Behind the modulator, is there a hint of confusion?

Phasma looks away, and after a long moment the helmet does too. Not for the first time, Phasma's glad of her lid. She has the impression that she's working up quite a flush on her cheeks.

The lift is taking forever. The whum-whum-whum of the engine grows louder in Phasma's ears as she stews. She feels like she needs to rip off her armor and cavort freely. What is that smell? And what is it doing to her?

When the doors shush open, finally, her feet aren't under her conscious control. She follows in the wake of the helmet. The swish of his robe sheds tantalising curls of scented air in her direction. She has to force herself to turn aside to her station. Junior officers await her orders nervously, but she lets the silence lengthen as she marshalls her self-control.

He gets on the at sublevel three. He goes directly to the bridge. He's speaking with the General now. Riddle me this. Sublevel three. Bridge. General. Sublevel three...

Phasma is trapped thinking in circles. She can't clear her sinuses of the smell. It's permeated her completely, soaked into the grain of her armor. She needs five minutes alone. Three minutes might even be enough.

Suddenly she knows. The scavenger girl. Unwashed and rank. One hundred percent all-natural uninhibited sweaty desert-planet girl. Restrained on sublevel three. Phasma bites off a moan of appreciation as her mind's eye is swamped by a vision of the girl struggling and perspiring on the interrrogation table, waves of musky stink radiating from her.

Her mouth is dry. She needs water. She heads back to the lift, leaving her subordinates to exchange puzzled looks. There's a fountain on sublevel three, she's quite sure. And the ride will take at least three minutes.

Techie, much to Matt's surprise and delight, is well-hung. Techie is embarrassed at first and tries to cover himself, squirming even with Matt's full weight on him as Matt thoroughly rides him.

Ahh I do so love torturing Poe. Seriously. Not sure how much this follows the prompt but I hope OP enjoys!

Dress: http://clothingcandy1-14d7.kxcdn.com/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/r/e/red_and_black_magical_cocktail_dress_1.jpg

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“Turn around and bend over the desk my darling.” Poe bites his lip and does as he’s told, bending over the edge of Hux’s desk and presenting his ass to his husband. Part of him wants to disobey the order. There’s a little voice screaming in the back of his mind telling him; This is wrong, wrong, wrong!

Day by day Poe hears that voice less and less. Instead it’s replaced by the need to please the man behind him, to serve and make him happy as his loyal wife. It’s this ingrained notion that lead Poe to step into Hux’s office in the party dress that the tailor had jut delivered to their rooms. Hux had wanted Poe to get a new dress to wear when he took Poe to meet his new in-laws.

The need for Hux’s approval for the garment couldn’t wait until his husband had finished work that night. And so Poe had donned the strapless red party dress with its black floral designs, ruffled lace bottom with the same designs, and sparkling high black belt.

It wasn’t just that, as a dutiful wife, Poe wanted Hux to want him in this dress; he wanted to ensure that Hux continued to desire him.

No, no I don’t! He screams inside his mind because this isn’t him, this isn’t Poe Dameron. He hates this he needs out!

Hux’s touch soothes the screaming voice within him, almost erasing it completely as his hands run up Poe’s legs, pushing the dress up to bunch at Poe’s waist. “Such a sight for me my darling.”

Poe shivers as Hux kneels behind him to kiss up his thighs. He twitches only slightly but can’t help but let out a whine when Hux nips at a particularly sensitive spot behind his right knee.

“Reach into my desk drawer and grab the lube for me darling.”

Poe does as he’s told, gasping as Hux spreads his cheeks and licks him open, knowing how much it makes Poe come undone. It’s true that Poe can barely keep himself from dropping the small bottle of lubricant when Hux starts to fuck him with his tongue.

“A-ah!” The sensation is almost too much for Poe in many ways, but he can do nothing more than keep himself bent over the desk and take it. Always make your husband happy. The words echo in his mind like a mantra, the consequence of failing to do so are unimaginable.

Hux coos behind him but doesn’t pull his tongue away, pressing it as deep inside as it will go. When he adds to fingers and presses against Poe’s prostate, Poe doesn’t succeed in suppressing a shout at the pleasure that runs through him. “P-please!”

It’s only after the plea has left Poe’s lips that Hux pulls back. “Please what darling?” Poe can still feel his warm breath against his hole.

Squirming at the feeling, Poe twists himself to try and looking at Hux with what he hopes is a sultry look. He ignores the voice screaming inside him, weaker than before as the words fall easily from his lips. “Please fuck me husband.”

The smile Hux bestows upon sends Poe’s heart thudding in his chest, it’s possessive and predatory, but there’s adoration there and Poe smiles shyly back. “Of course my love, turn back around and hold tight to the desk.” Hux stands, pushing Poe’s dress further up his body. “Try not to stain your dress, darling, I’d hate to ruin it.”

Poe can tell that this is the furthest thing from Hux’s mind, his dear husband would delight in the chance to get Poe into another new dress, there’s nothing he loves more than seeing Poe all done up for him. Still Poe will try his best to keep his dress clean; he’s supposed to wear it to meet his in-laws after all. Will Hux ever go to meet Poe’s father on Yavin IV? Poe’s heart aches at the thought of Kes, wondering if his father misses him. Does he even know I’m still alive?

The thoughts are chased from Poe’s head as Hux slides into him with one long thrust, pulling a moan from Poe. It’s like someone sliding home, a litany of thank yous fall from his lips. Hux kisses between his shoulder blades while he allows Poe to adjust to him.

“You fit around me so well darling.” Hux’s hand fit comfortable over Poe’s waist as he stars to move, pulling out and pressing in with careful control. “Like you were made for me.”

Poe’s mouth opens around a gasp and just as he’s about to say something the door to Hux’s office slams open, starling them both. The sight of a breathless Mitaka standing in the door looking harried causes Poe’s eyes to widen. Out of everyone on this ship Mitaka is the only person feels close enough to consider a friend and for the man to see him like this. Poe shudders in shame when their eyes meet.

They must make quite the site to Mitaka; Poe bent over Hux’s desk in a red dress, lace and tulle bunched up around his waist, while behind him Hux is very obviously half naked and fucking into Poe.

When Poe tries to pull away from Hux the other man’s hands to keep him firmly in place, he doesn’t even pause his slow thrusts as he addresses Mitaka. “What is it Lieutenant?” Hux’s question pulls Mitaka’s eyes away from Poe and up to himself. “There must be a reason for you to barge in here so suddenly without even knocking.”

“I-It’s not important sir. . .a report on possible Resistance activity on Murkhana.” Mitaka stammers our, and the mention of the Resistance has Poe wanting to jerk away from Hux to ask Mitaka for more information; Hux’s hands tighten on his hips hard enough to leave bruises as though he senses Poe’s thoughts.

“Murkhana?” Poe can hear Hux frowning. “What would they want there? While the planet does house markets and some resources its not strategic and has little of interest as nothing more than the sight of a battle during the Clone Wars. . .”

Mitaka licks his lips nervously, eyes flicking back down to Poe. “I-I really cold come back General.”

Hux makes an annoyed sound deep in his throat, his thrusts becoming slightly sharper with his irritation, one particularly acute thrust has Poe seeing stars and biting back a cry as his hands claw at the edge of Hux’s desk for a better purchase. He can see Mitaka go from pale to red faced at the sound. “Lieutenant you are here to do a job so do it.”

Poe shudders at the anger in Hux’s voice even as he feels himself hardening further as he realizes that Hux has no plans to cease their current situation; he fully intends to fuck Poe while Mitaka gives his report.

It shouldn’t be as arousing as his body seems to find it, but Poe can’t deny the way his blood quickens and his breathing deepens with arousal. Hux runs a hand up his side, ruffling the bottom of the dress in a sign that he knows how Poe is feeling.

“L-Lord Ren has demanded that a team be sent down to investigate, one that he will head personally.”

Snorting Hux doesn’t miss a beat as he changes the angle of his thrusts causing Poe to whine as the new angle sends bolts of pleasure shooting up his spine. “What makes Lord Ren so interested in this particular Resistance outing?”

From this angle Poe can see Mitaka’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallows nervously and once Mitaka’s eyes are turning down to Poe before flicking quickly back up to Hux. “Lord Ren believes that FN-2187 and the Jedi girl will be amongst the Resistance members.”

Everything goes fuzzy as a dam breaks within Poe’s mind. Finn! Rey! Panic and anger begin claw their way up Poe’s throat because this is wrong, wrong, wrong! His heart is clamouring in his chest and his brain is screaming at him that he needs to escape, to get out of here and run to them.

He’s only vaguely aware of Hux shifting behind him, laying himself across Poe’s back to whisper in his ear. “Darling, you belong to me.” The words are said softly in a tone that could almost be described as loving, but they make Poe’s thoughts short. Hux’s hand wrapping around his cock and beginning to pump him causes any other thoughts Poe may have to scatter.

Without missing a beat Hux shifts so that he’s standing mostly straight, acting as though nothing happened as he focuses on Mitaka again. Poe’s aware of the conversation going on but it’s become hazy with pleasure and shock. “Have Ren take Phasma and two contingents of our best stormtroopers with him. I want TIE fighters in the air for support, and I don’t care if Ren claims I’m going overboard. Relay the orders to Phasma.”

Hux’s tone brooks no nonsense; it’s not a tone he uses around Poe often, preferring instead to speak to him in soothing tones or, when he’s angry, a soft growl that has Poe shaking in fear. This commanding voice has Poe wanting to stand at attention and obey Hux’s every order, there’s part of him that still is.

Poe whimpers and shifts into Hux’s thrusts, partly because he’s so close to coming and partly because he’s trying to obey Hux’s earlier order to not ruin his new dress. He doesn’t want to upset his husband, not after Mitaka’s news sees to be making him more stressed.

“Y-yes sir!” Mitaka is saluting now and doing his best not to look down at where Poe is shivering and rutting desperately back against Hux.

Mitaka’s attempts at avoiding looking at him are only spurring Poe on because he can see the obvious evidence that what Mitaka is seeing is having an effect. Poe doesn’t know why but he’s turned on by that, by having an audience, the only thoughts present in his mind is his desire to cum. Please, please, please, he moans in his mind, not aware of the same words tumbling from his mouth to echo in the small confines of the office.

When Hux increases the pressure and speed at which he is stroking Poe’s erection, it doesn’t take more than a few additional thrusts for Poe to scream and come harder than he ever had before. He doesn’t even care that some of it splatters on his dress.

Behind him Hux’s breath has hitched up higher but it doesn’t break his concentration. “You are dismissed Lieutenant.”

Mitaka’s jaw snaps shut, he gives another stiff salute and all but runs out of the door. As soon as it slides shut behind him, Hux slams into Poe and fucks him hard enough for Poe to see stars, if he wasn’t already spent this would have sent him over the edge quickly. It doesn’t take much longer after that for Hux to shudder and release inside of him, lying himself over Poe’s back and biting into his shoulder to keep his own cry of pleasure down.

They remain like that for several moments while they regain their breath. When Hux pulls out Poe can feel his seed dripping own his legs, ruining the stockings Poe had put on before coming to see Hux. “You were so good my darling, so beautiful.” Hux murmurs, turning Poe around to pull him into a deep kiss. “Now go back to our rooms and rest. I’ll have a stormtrooper escort you.”

So you can’t run, that hidden part of his mind says quietly, only to be overshadowed by the other thoughts, your husband is happy you did well.

“I love you darling and I’ll be back later, we’ll talk about getting you another new dress.” Hux presses a kiss to Poe’s forehead, takes a moment to gather himself together and is gone. Not long after a lone stormtrooper comes in to escort Poe back to his and Hux’s rooms where Poe spends the next two hours crying in the bathtub and not really knowing why he feels like he’s about to lose a piece of his heart.

+1000 because I need this.

I AM HERE FOR KYLO REN IN FULL DICKSLUT MODE

I'm dead from imagining Techie's cock all curled up against his tummy as he gets hard and Matt goes wild.

Same

The First Order has been defeated and Kylo captured, however on the way back to Resistance HQ a third party manages to snag him. They know huge chunks of the galaxy with love to get their hands on him so they sell him to the highest bidder or pimp him out for others to do whatever they want with him (short of killing him anyway). Usually this means brutal torture and rape as revenge for the atrocities he's committed.

+he comes close to being killed many times
+++++guro/other sick fuckery
++++++++woundfucking
+++he's eventually found by the Resistance (maybe in a raid on a slave trafficking den) a starved, sick shell of what he used to be
+++++++++++++sad Leia

There are no breaks on the Kylo Ren paintrain folks

HAPPY ENDING HAPPY ENDING HAPPY ENDING PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE

(I loved this, you're amazing, you write beautiful filthy smut, I'm horrified for Poe, you probably know who I am, I'll try to stop pleading, but but but...<3)

Ahh..I'm glad that the story before has been continued here!
Hot!!
Love how conflicted Poe is between his conditioned mind and his still intact previous memory of the Resistance. The more he torn and suffer the better :D
I'll be looking forward for the story of Poe meeting the in-laws (if there's any in the future)

The bounty hunter’s ship touched down in the refuge base hangar surprisingly gently, the rusted hull of the older model standing out against the smooth, clean lines of the First Order. Both Hux and Kylo were present for the exchange, with Kylo maintaining his distance behind the General.

The knight was nearly vibrating with anticipation when the hull door finally opened and a pair of rough looking men walked down the ramp. One was wearing what looked like a crude, homemade eyepatch, and they both seemed unfamiliar with the concept of sonic showers.

Regardless of their haggard appearance, General Hux reached out a hand in welcome, grinning from ear to ear with excitement.

“I trust the acquisition went smoothly? And that you came with the item requested?”

The one-eyed bounty hunter hovered silently next to the one locking hands with the General, his fingers hovering cautiously near his blaster.

“Mmm, yep. Pain in the ass, that one. You got the money?”
Hux nodded, handing the pair a datapad showing a large amount of credits having been transferred to their account.

“It’s all there, in the amount we agreed upon. Now, if I may,” Hux continued, crossing his arms behind his back, “I’d like to see what I’ve purchased.”

Eyepatch looked Hux over cautiously before slowing sauntering back to the ship, hand still resting on his blaster. He reappeared a few minutes later, brusquely shoving forward a very bruised and bound Poe Dameron. The pilot’s hands were tied behind his back, his ankles shackled, and the long black cloth tied around his mouth did what it could to hide some of the blood dripping down his face.

Poe, for his part, was doing his best to play up his defiance, despite his appearance. The bravado was only momentarily muted once he noticed Kylo Ren waiting for him at the bottom of the ship’s ramp, his eyes narrowing in anger.

Hux strode forward to meet them, pulling Poe’s attention back to where it was deserved. Eyepatch held the captive tightly by the back of the neck until a squad of Stormtroopers arrived to relieve him.

“He’s a bit damaged,” Hux replied, drawing a finger across the pilot’s temple and examining the smear of blood he’d pulled off, wiping it on his captive’s jacket.

The vocal bounty hunter shrugged his shoulders, indifferent. “Told you he was a pain in the ass. We done here?”

Hux smiled. “Indeed. Thank you again, gentlemen, for your assistance with this matter.” A gesture of his hand was all the Stormtroopers holding Poe needed, dragging the pilot with them deep into the base, his muffled protests growing fainter.

Hux briefly watched the struggle before turning to Kylo Ren. The two stood in silence in front of each other until Kylo could no longer bear the mystery of it all.

“Where are you taking him?” he growled, doing nothing to hide his interest and impatience.

The General chuckled softly to himself. “I hate to run, but I have pressing matters to attend to. Do excuse me.” He waved a dismissive hand to the rest of Kylo’s questions as he followed in direction of his prisoner, growing more pleased with himself by the second.

Kylo remained in the hangar for only a moment longer before retreating to his mediation chambers, his lightsaber carving out a furious path of destruction along with him.

---

To his credit, Poe fought valiantly for as long as he could against what was happening to him. He’d trained for standard torture, for what would happen if enemy forces captured him and how he could deal with the pain. He’d planned for being held captive, for a repeat of his time aboard the Finalizer.

What he’d never expected, was whatever this First Order General clearly had prepared in his honor.

The Stormtroopers had muscled him into an industrial ‘fresher, cleaning but not treating his many well-earned wounds and relieving him of his shirt and jacket. After he had been washed he was brought to what appeared to be an office, where he was tethered to a wall between two bookshelves, attached with restraint cuffs around his wrists, ankles, and neck.

Amidst his protests he noted the low-tech feel of it all; physical chains instead of energy binders or inhibition fields.

And there he was left, alone, worn down, confused, angry, and in pain, until the General arrived.

Through the fog of his current situation, Poe vaguely felt like he recognized the man; that he had seen him briefly aboard the Finalizer when he was interrogated by Kylo Ren. He pulled at his restraints, drawing a soft smile from the General.

Hux stared at him in silence from across the room for what felt like an eternity, his eyes dragging up and back down the length of his captive. There was something vacant in his expression, a disconnect Poe couldn’t quite get a read on. The pilot couldn’t help but flinch the moment Hux advanced, coming to stand within inches of where Poe was chained standing up against the wall.

“Let me go,” he snarled, doing his best to mask the overwhelming vulnerability rising within him.

Hux leaned forward at him. “No.”

A gloved hand reached up towards Poe, grabbing his jaw in a surprisingly tight and unyielding grip. Poe whimpered as his head was turned to the side, the restraint around his neck biting into his skin. Fear and revulsion threatened to overwhelm him as Hux dragged his tongue across the side of his face, stopping to bite viciously at the pilot’s ear, drawing blood.

“Wh-what the fuck, man? Get the fuck off of me! What the fuck?!”

Hux pulled back suddenly, as if he had truly committed an error. “Oh I’m sorry, did I not explain? You were part of a transaction, Poe Dameron. I purchased something very valuable. An investment, if you will.” He seemed pleased with himself, which, even separate from Poe’s situation, terrified the pilot.

Poe swallowed hard and once again tested the slack of the chains around his wrists and ankles. “There’s no new intel to get from me, you piece of bantha shit. The minute I went missing they likely moved the base. You’ll get nothing. You’re wasting your time.”

The General reached for something off of the wall, just outside of Poe’s line of sight before he crowded back in his space, close enough that Poe could feel Hux’s hot breath against his skin. His hand returned to the pilot’s face, gently stroking his cheek in mock tenderness.

“Oh, Commander,” Hux cooed, “I don’t care about what you know. I’m only interested in your body.”

Hux kissed a gentle line across Poe’s collarbone before stepping back and raising his other hand, revealing a clean and chrome hammer with a solid black grip. He tested it against his palm as he watched the pilot wrestle between his bravado and panic, reveling in the fear he could read through his dark brown eyes.

“Let’s get familiar, shall we?”

Oh yeah feel free to have Hux or whoever taken along the ride too if you want

In light of the recent trend where Hux loves aliens, I'd love to see aliens in love with Hux. Hux on shoreleave and being hit on by aliens who are enamoured with the cute human with the rare colouration. Aliens fetishizing his mammalian features, finding plain old human dicks fascinating, loving how easy humans are to handle and please…

Would love to see aggressive flirting and Hux being banged by aliens who adore the cute human who stumbled into their cantina.

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PROMPT POST #6- CLOSED

Kylux-Concubine Hux

Finn/Any, Gen? - Pre-TFA, Finn was a favorite of his commanders.

The Stars Bear Witness

Finn/Poe with sort-of past Finn/Kylo, insane amounts of StormPilot UST, kill me with UST please.

Re: Finn/Poe with sort-of past Finn/Kylo, insane amounts of StormPilot UST, kill me with UST please.

Re: Kylo/Hux: Maintaining-Abstaining arousal Dark side exercise (aka marathon sex).

Kylo/Mitaka, Mitaka smokes Space Weed

Re: The Stars Bear Witness

Re: Kylo/Mitaka, Mitaka smokes Space Weed

Re: Kylo/Mitaka, Mitaka smokes Space Weed

Re: FILL: Kylo Ren/Finn , Anything 1/4(?)

Re: Kylux-Concubine Hux

Crack Fill [Re: Rey/Phasma - umm BO?] They Really Should Have Music In These Things

Matt/Clan Techie with Bottom!Matt

Find a Better Place to Be 1/1

Re: Matt/Clan Techie with Bottom!Matt

Re: Kylo/Mitaka, Mitaka smokes Space Weed

Re: Matt/Clan Techie with Bottom!Matt

Re: Kylo/Mitaka, Mitaka smokes Space Weed

Kylo/others, sold into sex slavery, torture/rape cw

Re: Find a Better Place to Be 1/1

Re: Find a Better Place to Be 1/1

Re: FILL: Torn [2/?]

Re: Kylo/others, sold into sex slavery, torture/rape cw

Hux Xeno with a twist…