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Do your best, Tentacles-chan!! ~~(ง ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ง~~

This is amazing... can't wait for dem tentacles

me too +2

Finn's an FBI agent who has to work with NYPD Homicide Detective Poe Dameron on a joint case... their agencies don't get along and they expect to hate each other but they really, really don't.

They work for rival restaurants across the street from each other: First Order is a 4-star fancy suit-and-tie, months-in-advance kind of joint (where Finn is a busboy), while the Resistance is a dive bar/diner that's gaining viral popularity on yelp and with food critics for its wacky, imaginative, and highly-instagramable food (and also its wacky, imaginative, highly-instagramable-chef, Poe).

I need MORE OF THIS TROPE.

Do they meet because the UPS guy accidentally left Poe's package at Finn's apartment two floors down? Does a busy waitress at a restaurant they're both eating lunch at give them each other's orders? Do they crash into each other and end up swapping phones on accident because they have the exact same model? Maybe they share a dryer at a really crowded laundromat on a cold day? Coat check at a club gives Finn Poe's jacket by accident?

I JUST. I WANT ALL THE ADORABLE CLICHES PLZ.

AU or canon divergent, Poe and Leia are getting pretend-married for important but confidential reasons. Han and Finn are not around when the plans are made, but when they hear rumors of the impending wedding they know they need to work together to sabotage the union before it occurs.

Hux is very disciplined about his less-than-dignified sexual urges, but he's on the verge of snapping from denying himself for so long. He decides to indulge himself just this once, but can't risk giving up power or control. He goes through stormtrooper records, finds out which ones are on alpha suppressants, and makes arrangements to "inconveniently" get stationed alone with one of them, after altering the trooper's med schedule of course. FN-2187 will probably need reconditioning anyway so it's perfect, and for now his inappropriate empathy will be useful for Hux's needs.

All other background ships are welcome. (I headcanon Kylo as beta or omega in this, so if he's in it then plus for omega or beta!Kylo.)

Hmmm, it's on AO3 now...

*off to read this for about 20th time*

+1 for manipulative omega hux

One word: GIMME! I have recently fallen in love with this pairing (I really wish there were less hot people in this movie, and I never thought I would be saying that) so any mention, I want it.

When Kylo was Ben, and Luke's padawan, he was fiercely possessive of his uncle's attention- and saw his insistence that all the students were equal as proof of no affection towards Ben at all. It came to a head when Ben kissed Luke and Luke pushed him away. They never spoke of it but things were icy between them since.

Cut to now. Luke and Kylo find themselves having a confrontation- maybe Luke is captured, maybe they're having a fight, but they're alone and tensions are high.

Give me Luke shamefully coming to terms with his own desire (Kylo is an attractive young man, after all) and embracing Kylo, accepting his desperate kisses and touches, murmuring his affection for his nephew that was always there- maybe not how Kylo would like, but it was there. And if this is the proof Kylo needs that he is loved, to bring Ben back....

My type of ABO story. +1

Hux felt his body in the air being manipulated, positioned lewdly while the beings, most if not all of which had fucked him, settled in to watch. With the slight reprieve he was getting, he could hear them brazenly talk about his body in a way he wasn't used to hearing. If Hux heard himself described, it was usually by his age and a variation of 'scary' These creatures thought him…cute, small despite being tall among other humans, pretty, warm, soft, everything he had been told was weak and discovering the adjectives didn't bother him as much as he thoughts they would.

"Sweet little thing, still all pink in the face."

"Good ass on him too. I can't believe how much he stretched."

"And so pretty when he comes. All that whimpering and moaning too, he's a cute little critter."

Hux felt the tentacles start to wrap around him, sliding over his torso and seeking out the most sensitive parts of his anatomy. He whimpered as a tentacle lightly slapped against his ass, causing more come to drip out of him as his hole twitched. His body was reacting on its own, his mind too exhasted to give it proper instruction. Hux felt himself try to thrust his hips out to get more contact.

"You liked that?" asked the tentacle creature.

"Obviously," someone else called back, "It's just like the holos, they like being spanked."

Holos were not the best source for studying another species, but Hux wasn't going to complain. They were light, uncertain slaps, but they felt good. Hux closed his eyes as the slaps stopped, the soft tentacles soothing his backside, gripping and cupping it. Hux flushed more as it began playing with him, cupping the cheeks and letting go to watch what little ass he had jiggle.

Play was probably the best word Hux could think of to describe the creatures actions. It was being slow, hesitant, experimental, exploring Hux before taking him. Hux supposed this thing liked humans and had probably thought of doing this for some time. It was probably going to take full advantage of the opprotunity to have one to itself. It was stroking him now, petting him with those soft tentacles.

A number of them settled between his legs, positioning by his open hole, "Do you need more of that oil stuff?"

It couldn't hurt. Hux whimpered and nodded weakly.

He wasn't prepared to feel it squirt inside him. He keened at the sensation of cool oil spraying into his abused hole and slosh around. He felt the tentacles tighten in alarm, "Oh! G-gosh I'm sorry! I didn't mean for it to hurt!"

Hux whimpered as he felt oil and cum dribbling down his legs. He tried to find his voice to speak, "It's fine…please…k-keep going…"

This was the last time. One more and he could rest, breathe, sleep. The thought was a comfort, but he was also curious about what this creature could do to him.

"I'll be extra gentle…" promised the creature, slowly pushing a collection of tentacles inside him.

Hux whimpered as they displaced most of the oil. There were large and small ones, which branched off from the bigger ones and started to massage his inner walls. More than any of the cocks with bumps or ridges that he had taken. These things were prehensile, swirling around and rubbing against his slick passage.

"You're really soft inside…" marvelled the creature. The larger tentacles pushed deep inside him, hitting his prostate and wringing a sob from Hux. It pulled back slightly before asking, "Is that it? Your um…sweet spot?"

Hux hadn't heard it called that before, but he nodded anyways. In fact he'd never heard it called anything before. He'd never talked during sex aside from grunting out one or two directions. He didn't have much time for reflection though. A tentacle reached around and opened to take in his cock. He gasped and mewled as the tentacle pumped itvat a slow, leisurly pace and more appendages tickled at his balls and perinium.

Other tentacles slithered over him, the soft fibers soothing his smarting skin as the went. They held him firmly though, ensuring everyone got a good look at him. From what he could see in his hazy vision, most but not all of the creatures were stroking themselves as they watched. Hux whimpered slightly as he heard someone call for him to be turned to show off more of him and the tentacle creature complying.

"You were a good lay, sweetheart," someone assured him.

"Still cute even though he's been fucked out of his mind."

"Has he got a place to stay?"

"I think I saw him come down from the second floor. But should someone stay with him? Just to make sure he gets cleaned up and put to bed?"

Hux nearly moaned at the thought of a warm bath and soft bed. He felt himself being turned so he faced upwards, his arms held behind him as he was moved, fucking him against the member inside him while other tentacles played over his cock and especially his nipples. Hux cried out and sobbed as he came dry, clenching down on the thing inside him.

It must have been the creature's cock. All the little tentacles sprayed against his walls and the larger ones came deep inside him. Hux moaned at how full he felt, savoring the feeling as the softened member pulled out and he felt himself being righted and lowered.

Hux, by some miracle, remained on his feet as a tentacle held up his clothes for him, "I don't really know why humans wear this but…um…didn't want you to forget it…and…gosh you were amazing…"

Hux panted and did all he could to stay on his feet. The creature with the large maw, panting after touching itself came forward, "Uh, hey, do you need help getting that back on?"

"I'm fine, Hux replied automatically, his hands shaking as he stumbled. His shirt was dirty, and he wasn't particularly attached to it. He might as well use it to wipe himself off.

"Because you took a lot of cocks, sweetheart. You're looking a bit unsteady."

"I am perfectly fine," said Hux, somehow getting his pants back on, "Just a bit tired, goodnight."

"Shit…these mammals are either crazy or crazy sturdy…"

"Goodnight," Hux repeated.

He almost took ten full steps before he passed out and hit the cantina floor.

Oh yes please!!!

Anything please, anything

+1

My favorite headcanon

These creatures thought him…cute, small despite being tall among other humans, pretty, warm, soft, everything he had been told was weak and discovering the adjectives didn't bother him as much as he thought they would.

Aaahhhhh! I LOVE this. There's nothing like a fresh alien perspective on those deep-seated human insecurities. Also fresh alien cocks. Sooo many cocks. This fill is A+++

Now that I think about it, I've seen definitely seen multiple autistic headcanons for Kylo, Finn, and Rey, separately. Would OP be cool with a fic where all three of them are autistic, sort of comparing and contrasting their symptoms and experiences and the way it affects their lives?

Yes! anything and everything

this is OP thank you sorry I got excited

Military/Air Force women, regardless of whether they're Resistance, First Order or otherwise, prefer functional practical comfortable (easy to move in) clothing over anything else. That applies to bras too.

Yet my brain this morning decided that it wanted to see one or several women panicking hours before a high class function and unable to fit into their fancy dresses with military functional undergarments.

If it's the Resistance Leia could easily explain everything to whomever/who all are panicking. Probably had the right bras on hand but the girls thought the wires meant they were bombs or something.

I would get an absolute kick if Hux explained it to the women involved in the FO. Professional but kind on the matter. Trying to get the right bras on short notice or trying to make alterations himself.

Last two paragraphs optional. I'll take any ideas!

Yeah seconding

A/N: Pairings include Kylo/Rey and Ben/OMC

What Ben wanted wasn’t what Ben got. More often than not things never went his way. That was the way the world worked.

At least the world according to Ben Organa-Solo.

His father wasn’t around often, running his own shady businesses or doing business on the sly where it best suited his mom. His mom, regardless of her title or current workload, always worked with one-minded determination. For all her humanitarian efforts it was a positive thing. For an only child with an absent father and uncle it meant that he was left on his own. Sometimes with one of his mom’s junior associates as volunteer babysitter. Mostly on his own, left with his few toys and imagination. His mom, regardless for her once title of princess, refused to spoil her son.

Imagination it was then.

Flying off to new planets and galaxies, with his small but loyal crew.

Being taken in by his still-royal relatives who wanted to shower him with attention and love.

Fighting the Empire and winning.

Saving the lives of all races from countless danger.

Yet even his dreams fell short.

*

His first dream was the closest match to reality.

His mom had decided a visit to Endor was necessary. The battle had been successful, all of the note-worthy historians were in agreement on that. But recounting the glory days of military warfare was where they specialized. What happened on a move-forward, day to day basis, wasn’t their priority. Someone else was required to maintain the safety and security and livability codes.

Ben had been instructed to stay in the village with their hosting party. His mom and a couple of officers were escorted to the sectors where their attention was needed the most. What remained of the power generators were to be dismantled and taken apart safely to ensure the protection of the environment and the workers. Water sanitization had to be reestablished. Horticulture and farming needed a review to ensure that everything was operating as planned.

Ben had waited with the others, playing with his cat, before a rowdy group of revelers startled his cat, darted out of their hut. Of course she was able to run down the nearest tree to the forest floor.

Once he had cleared the last of the rope bridges he was running in the direction she took off in.

The young prince approached the wounded creature. No longer struggling to free itself from the iron claws that bit into the tender flesh of its leg, it had settled down into what might have been a comfortable position if it weren’t for the hunting trap that kept it prisoner. The beast didn’t move but bared its fangs upon hearing the less than gentle tread, fearing the hunter had returned.

“I’m a friend,” Prince Ben murmured, holding up his empty hands for it to see. The creature couldn’t move away to avoid its death, wary as he advanced, but Ben kept talking. “I won’t hurt you.”

He reached out for the device but the creature snapped at him, a threat rather than actual injury. The Prince halted before offering his hand palm up. Eyes dark as his own regarded him before lowering its snout, nostrils flaring with a deep inhale. Flecks of saliva, wet and hot, dotted his arm but was otherwise left unharmed.

Taking the gesture as encouragement Ben tried again, reaching for the trap. He recognized it from his hunting adventures with his father, could see the mechanism that would release the trap to open. His small fingers found the trigger hole which opened under the right amount of pressure.

The creature stood slowly. Ben had known it wasn’t big upon approach but no longer lying down he realized it’s frame provided for a slight weight. Considering the blood that coated its leg it was injured and couldn’t hold itself up on its own.

He didn’t have any bandages on its own but his father would know what to do for the animal.

Picking up the animal, cradling it gently but securely in his arms, he started back towards the village….

A sharp mewl, several scratches into his arms as his cat struggled to break free, he didn’t know why she was panicking.

Until he fell backwards, over several furry heads, chattering loudly as they hoisted him high, almost tossing him into the air as they paraded off in the opposite direction.

Ben barely had time to find his voice. “Put me-!“

“Put him down this instant!”

Perhaps it was for the best that his mom and her party returned from their last destination when they did.

Who knows what would’ve happened if the Ewoks had been successful.

*

One day he would be like his grandpa.

Not rescuing his cat. Not that she wasn’t grateful when they arrived back home. She didn’t leave his side for several months after that embarrassing trip to Endor.

He normally didn’t care for the politicians who came to visit his mom. Most of them came to her office. All of them wanted to talk business so it made sense to leave work at work. Social calls didn’t come often and those who his mom valued didn’t have children of their own. Ben was expected to be polite them, behave formally and answer when spoken to, but for the most part he was told to be quiet and remain unseen.

Then he met Kieran.

His mom told him to show him around. Stay out of Trouble. Trouble was always emphasized with that distinct look. It didn’t mean staying away from the runways and hangars. Staying out of the training areas. It meant avoiding situations where his emotions could get carried away. And most definitely not showing off those little (big) things that no one else was to know about.

“Showing him around” was extremely limiting. With such a narrow scope Ben had to ask what Kieran wanted to do.

To his relief Kieran enjoyed model ships just as much as he did. Ben showed him to his room and collection where they talked about starships, every model with all possible weapon upgrades and engine upgrade. Ben was in awe when Kieran even talked about TIE fighters, reading off specs as if it was all common knowledge.

”Captain, I think we have the ship ready to fly.”

Captain Solo joined his pilot under the ship, watching him seal up the engine, securing all the modifications, legal and illegal. It was true that his father was a Legend but he had his own dreams to have the fastest ship in the universe.

His pilot, Kieran, swept dark blond hair out of his face, tips soaked by oil and sweat.

“We have our first shipment tomorrow. Anything you want to bring along will need to be on ship tonight because we pick up the load at six-hundred in the morning.”

Pulling off his glove Kieran grinned. “Should I bring the groceries along too?”

“You already bring along too much lip, I’ll take care of everything else,” Ben assured him, unable to keep from smirking back.

“But you know you like it.”

Ben moved forward before Kieran could take off his other glove.

Lips moved together, chapped with the right amount of soft give, pushing and pulling.

Grease stains upon his cheek egged him to lift Kieran. Limber legs around his waist was all the encouragement he needed to push him against the smooth surface of the ship, kisses looser and tongues sliding together...

That day had been the last day he had seen Kieran.

He still thought about the time they spent in his room, thinking about their discussions on fighters, thinking about his fantasy, unfulfilled.

This time it was forcefully knocked out of him, a quarterstaff slamming against his temple.

Not too far away he could hear his Uncle sighing. “Ben, you need to pay more attention.”

Pushing himself up from the dirt, brushing off his tunic, Ben was about to scowl back muttered words, but he swayed on his feet.

He wished he could be back home.

He wished he could be with Kieran, kissing him. It didn’t need to be against a ship. It didn’t need to be in a hangar.

It could be anywhere.

Not with the other padawans and his Uncle training them in the ways of the Jedi.

“I think you gave him a concussion.”

Ben tried to look back to Erya, he recognized her voice, but everything was a blur. “I’m fine.”

“Tristen, take Ben to hut to patch him up.”

“Unc- Master Luke, I’m al-”

He was like a ragdoll, the older boy throwing him over his shoulder, torso hanging over his back.

He would’ve protested but his Uncle was already scolding Tristen.

He was already sighing as he watched the shapeless bum sway side to side with their movements.

*

Tristen was no more.

Erya forgotten.

His hair fanned around his face, the wind beating sweat into temporary submission. Arms tensed, burning not from overuse but from the delight of victory. X-Wings fell from the sky, plumes of dark smoke marking their descent, or shrapnel leftover from the explosions that broke up the idyllic blue.

They were shooting down TIE-Fighters but he ignored that, favoring his own mission, making his way through the forest.

Dark eyes blearily opened, consciousness returning with the sound of the battle around them. Recognition crossed her features followed by a tired smile. “You came…”

He would’ve spoken softly but to be heard he needed to be louder. He let his eyes and mouth express his affections instead. “I couldn’t leave you behind.”

“Kylo,” she breathed, sinking into his strong arms.

She in fact remained unconscious, her body unable to respond to his tightening hands.

Her hand reached up, small in comparison to his broad chest, brushing against bare skin his torn shirt revealed.

His uniform was fully intact.

“Never leave me again.” Eyes bright, her fingers tightening, she met his gaze, locked onto it with determination and passion. “I need you.”

“Always.”

He would never let her go.

On the ship, once she was gently lowered onto the cot in the first-aid room, he yanked his gloves off.

One hand reached out, caressing her cheek, eyebrow, lips, gentle in comparison to the hand he used to find all the openings into his clothing.

*

The planet crumbled underneath him, the panic that should’ve been coursing through him ebbing into exhaustion, pain turning his limbs to lead. If he had any hold of consciousness it was not a coherent one.

Had he been conscious he certainly wouldn’t have allowed the failed models of discipline ‘troopers to carry him onto the shuttle.

Unconscious he was then, bodily slung one arm over each Stormtrooper, hanging useless between them.

Dropped into the snow in the haste to get back to the shuttle as fast as possible.

Dropping once more out of their hold after the ship shot up fast and rakishly to avoid damage in their ascent.

In the back of his mind he was groaning, pained and embarrassed.

Against his forehead a cloth wiped gingerly at snow and blood.

*

When he awoke he was damp but otherwise warm. Lips parting on a shaky breath pulled uselessly at the right side of his face. He didn’t move to touch his cheek, his brain was more than awake to answer why that was the case.

“You’ve been given a sedative for pain but they used a topical ointment to keep it from drying it out. It also causes temporary paralysis, until it’s guaranteed that it won’t re-split.”

He could only open his one eye a crack. Fortunately Hux sat to his left, letting him see him fully.

Rigid and formal as he always was, shoulders and neck straight, there was a wry twist to his lips. “And apparently under sedation you project your dreams.”

“Is that so?” The left side of his mouth still didn’t move, and his voice cracked more than spoke, but at least he could snark back to the General.

Hux offered him a paper cup. Whether it was straight water or nutritionally enhanced Kylo took it, thirst overtaking all his other needs, drinking it slowly in one go.

“If you want to carry me to throw me down onto a bed all you have to do is ask.”

He spat the water out.

On the inside he grinned.

i love.. i just love

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