tfa_kink | PROMPT POST #6- CLOSED

Finn and Rey spitroasting Kylo. That's all I want. Make it happen however you want. Dub-con okay.

This has really made my day!! :D

PLEASE

Oh gosh... Suddenly I need this too.

(This might be of interest to you, too! http://archiveofourown.org/works/5910274)

Oh wow. This was so wonderful and sweet and now I can't stop smiling. I love it. :)

The creature had become apprehensive.

There were certain ways of conveying emotion that seemed to carry across species. Something in the way a creature held its head or carried itself that would help someone figure out what they were feeling. It was a useful tool to be able to figure out what a person might be feeling, and it was a skill that Hux had learned a long time ago. He observed the creature. He didn’t want to linger when he fed Hux, he didn’t want to make eye contact, he kept its head down. He seemed nervous, occasionally looking up to look Hux over carefully.

More than that, he didn’t order Hux to speak. He seemed to have realize that his caged bird wasn’t actually singing at all, but had been trying to communicate. Overall, the creature seemed to have figured out that he hadn’t bought an exotic animal, but a foreign sentient.

And if Hux’s observations were accurate, the creature also didn’t seem to know what to do about any of it.

It became obvious when the creature walked in, talking hurriedly in his own language over a communications device. Hux had never seen anything quite like it. It was huge, chunky, with large buttons that prodtruded between the earpiece and mouth-piece. It vaguely resembled communications technology Hux had seen pictures of during history lessons. The creature spoke urgently, Hux still didn’t understand any of the language, but the pace at which he spoke was quicker, sharper. His eyes would flick over at Hux before he would nervously scratch at himself or rub at his eyes.

A few hours after the call, the creature did something new. He brought another archaic object, a book, with actual pages, and set it on the ground by the cage. Hux couldn’t help crouching to look at it. He hadn’t thought anyone still used books. They wasted resources, at least compared with electronic alternatives. He had never seen a real book before, and couldn’t help looking at the flimsy pages his father had once compared him to.

The creature sat outside the cage and thumbed through the pages. They made an odd sound when they rubbed together, one Hux found he enjoyed. The creature paused at a page with a picture of something that looked passably human. The creature looked down, then up at Hux multiple times before he seemed to calm down. Hux arched his brow, trying to get a look at the alphabet, which made no sense to him, and the upside down picture. He reached through the bars to touch the book when the creature gently pushed his hand back. Hux reached again and the creature pushed his hand away once more, chiding him slightly. Hux sighed, “I only wanted to look…ripping up your silly book wouldn’t help either of us.”

The creature studied the pages a little longer. The more he did, the calmer he became. He looked over Hux before heaving a large sigh and opening up the cage.

Hux stepped out and the creature rose slightly, enough to pick Hux up and settle him across the creature’s lap. Hux considered struggling, then the creature held up the book for Hux to look at. The picture was an illustration and the creature in it, while seemingly humanoid, didn’t quite seem…right. Hux couldn’t place it exactly, especially since it was an illustration, but the creature in the picture just didn’t seem human. Hux felt a thick finger prod him in the center of the chest as a word was whispered to him. Then the same finger tapped the picture in the book and repeated, “Min’jen.”

The creature’s tone was oddly satisfied as he closed the book and nuzzled against Hux’s cheek. Hux tried to figure out what exactly the word meant. If he had to guess, the creature had decided that Hux wasn’t a sentient, but whatever sort of animal a ‘minjen’ was. The creature had probably been trying to rule out the possibility that he had bought anything other than a rare animal. Hux felt his heart sink slightly. He had been so close to convincing the creature otherwise…

“Human,” said Hux, pointing at his chest the way the creature had done, “I’m a human.”

The creature gave him more rapid-fire kisses. Hux resisted the urge to groan at that. The creature genuinely cared about him, that much was obvious. If he could just be convinced that Hux wasn’t an animal, surely he would do the right thing. Hux was confident the creature would let him go, or at least try to help him get home if only they could understand each other.

Hux felt himself being picked up again, and to his surprise he wasn’t brought to the nest. The creature brought him out of the room and to the place with the communication console. Once again, it seemed ancient. It wasn’t exactly like the ones Hux had seen images of, but it was close. This planet didn’t seem to have developed as quickly as others. The creature sat Hux down by the monitor. Hux tried to memorize what the creature did to turn his machine on. There seemed to be multiple steps to it, and quite a bit of waiting as the machine started up.

The creature used a device to move some sort of floating icon around the screen. It seemed to be a communications device after all. The creature opened some sort of screen within the screen and after a musical tone, a channel was opened.

Hux blanched as he saw the face of the slaver.

The creature seemed to be smiling as he picked Hux up and settled him across his lap. They spoke the gibberish language, using the word ‘minjen’ frequently. The creature must have been confirming what he had concluded with the slaver, or at least was trying to. Hux felt his face burn, unable the help remembering waking up, practically naked, being collared and dragged out for a crowd of…things to poke and prod at him, sticking their fingers in his mouth, clawing through his hair, pinching and grabbing him before he had a leash clipped to his collar and was forced into a crate. He was let out only to find he'd been released into a cage with a strange creature jabbering at him and snapping its fingers.

If he ever saw the slaver face to face again, Hux would kill him. With his bare hands if he had to…

The creature occasionally appraised him with touches, seemingly at the slaver’s request, looking in Hux’s mouth or counting his ribs, as if these things would confirm his species. Hux glared at the screen. Just when Hux had been making progress, the creature was duped by the slaver, again. His jaw tightened as he wondered how he was going to convince the creature that he wasn’t an animal if they couldn’t understand each other’s language.

Hux felt large fingers tickling under his chin and lips pressing to his hair. It was when the creature kissed his ear that Hux realized how much his hair had grown out. The length wasn’t outlandish, but his hair wasn’t regulation anymore. Hux reached up and tugged a lock of hair over his eye. It was just long enough to be noticeable, which meant he had been here for more than a few weeks…

Hux continued to glare at the screen, “I bet you speak standard perfectly, you son of a bitch.”

The slaver looked down at him quizzically and the creature made its laughing noise. Hux sighed. He supposed he looked like Millicent, chasing moving lights or mewling at holos. Any attempt at growling or snarling was going to be treated as quirky pet-like behaviour.

The screen within the screen closed and Hux felt a heavy hand stroke over his head and down his back. He was glad the slaver was gone, but it made him restless, eager for some sort of payback. Another small screen opened up and a video began playing. It didn’t seem at all like a communication of any sort, just a vid. There was a narration in the gibberish language as the camera feed followed a creature about. It looked nothing like the creature who owned him, but the format was easy to recognize. The creature was watching a sort of documentary.

Hux was confused and worried by the warm feelings he had for the creature. He didn’t feel threatened by it anymore at all. The creature was heavily invested in his well-being. His ‘owner’ was also a curious one, with an interest in life beyond his own planet and other beings who lived in different places. He lazily stroked Hux as he sat back, watching his video, only pausing his petting to pull Hux closer and nuzzle against him.

Hux had never been cuddled. Perhaps he had been as an infant, but if his infancy was anything like his oldest memories, a droid had minded him. He couldn’t remember anyone ever wanting to touch him. Even during sex, it was all about release. Find a discreet place together, get off, pretend it never happened, rinse and repeat. Touch was…touch encouraged weakness. Soldiers could form bonds without it. It encouraged empathy, which hindered judgment. Hux found himself becoming curious. He was stuck here for a good long while. It would take him a long time to figure out how to read the creature’s alphabet and understand his language. He was stuck here, so if something was pleasant, why shouldn’t he enjoy it?

Hux hesitantly pressed against the creature’s girthy neck. It was warm, and he was in a considerably more comfortable position now. The creature let out a noise that sounded like a laugh as he tucked Hux in closer, rubbing over his back. Hux sighed, knowing his words would fall on ears that would never understand, “You know…if you brought me back you could see more humans. Other beings and plants as well…I think you’d like it. You’d have a better console as well.”

The creature cooed at him and patted his back. Hux was too sleepy and too used to being manhandled at this point to really mind being lifted and carried out, the vid still playing behind them. He was brought to another room. Hux recognized some of the boxes inside as preservation units. The creature pulled some fruit from one and held it up for Hux. He sighed again, “Dinner, I guess?”

The creature pressed it against Hux’s lips. Hux took it, knowing it was all he could be getting, but was unable to resist muttering, “I really miss meat…”

(Posted in the wrong spot before...sorry!)

The creature had become apprehensive.

There were certain ways of conveying emotion that seemed to carry across species. Something in the way a creature held its head or carried itself that would help someone figure out what they were feeling. It was a useful tool to be able to figure out what a person might be feeling, and it was a skill that Hux had learned a long time ago. He observed the creature. He didn’t want to linger when he fed Hux, he didn’t want to make eye contact, he kept its head down. He seemed nervous, occasionally looking up to look Hux over carefully.

More than that, he didn’t order Hux to speak. He seemed to have realize that his caged bird wasn’t actually singing at all, but had been trying to communicate. Overall, the creature seemed to have figured out that he hadn’t bought an exotic animal, but a foreign sentient.

And if Hux’s observations were accurate, the creature also didn’t seem to know what to do about any of it.

It became obvious when the creature walked in, talking hurriedly in his own language over a communications device. Hux had never seen anything quite like it. It was huge, chunky, with large buttons that prodtruded between the earpiece and mouth-piece. It vaguely resembled communications technology Hux had seen pictures of during history lessons. The creature spoke urgently, Hux still didn’t understand any of the language, but the pace at which he spoke was quicker, sharper. His eyes would flick over at Hux before he would nervously scratch at himself or rub at his eyes.

A few hours after the call, the creature did something new. He brought another archaic object, a book, with actual pages, and set it on the ground by the cage. Hux couldn’t help crouching to look at it. He hadn’t thought anyone still used books. They wasted resources, at least compared with electronic alternatives. He had never seen a real book before, and couldn’t help looking at the flimsy pages his father had once compared him to.

The creature sat outside the cage and thumbed through the pages. They made an odd sound when they rubbed together, one Hux found he enjoyed. The creature paused at a page with a picture of something that looked passably human. The creature looked down, then up at Hux multiple times before he seemed to calm down. Hux arched his brow, trying to get a look at the alphabet, which made no sense to him, and the upside down picture. He reached through the bars to touch the book when the creature gently pushed his hand back. Hux reached again and the creature pushed his hand away once more, chiding him slightly. Hux sighed, “I only wanted to look…ripping up your silly book wouldn’t help either of us.”

The creature studied the pages a little longer. The more he did, the calmer he became. He looked over Hux before heaving a large sigh and opening up the cage.

Hux stepped out and the creature rose slightly, enough to pick Hux up and settle him across the creature’s lap. Hux considered struggling, then the creature held up the book for Hux to look at. The picture was an illustration and the creature in it, while seemingly humanoid, didn’t quite seem…right. Hux couldn’t place it exactly, especially since it was an illustration, but the creature in the picture just didn’t seem human. Hux felt a thick finger prod him in the center of the chest as a word was whispered to him. Then the same finger tapped the picture in the book and repeated, “Min’jen.”

The creature’s tone was oddly satisfied as he closed the book and nuzzled against Hux’s cheek. Hux tried to figure out what exactly the word meant. If he had to guess, the creature had decided that Hux wasn’t a sentient, but whatever sort of animal a ‘minjen’ was. The creature had probably been trying to rule out the possibility that he had bought anything other than a rare animal. Hux felt his heart sink slightly. He had been so close to convincing the creature otherwise…

“Human,” said Hux, pointing at his chest the way the creature had done, “I’m a human.”

The creature gave him more rapid-fire kisses. Hux resisted the urge to groan at that. The creature genuinely cared about him, that much was obvious. If he could just be convinced that Hux wasn’t an animal, surely he would do the right thing. Hux was confident the creature would let him go, or at least try to help him get home if only they could understand each other.

Hux felt himself being picked up again, and to his surprise he wasn’t brought to the nest. The creature brought him out of the room and to the place with the communication console. Once again, it seemed ancient. It wasn’t exactly like the ones Hux had seen images of, but it was close. This planet didn’t seem to have developed as quickly as others. The creature sat Hux down by the monitor. Hux tried to memorize what the creature did to turn his machine on. There seemed to be multiple steps to it, and quite a bit of waiting as the machine started up.

The creature used a device to move some sort of floating icon around the screen. It seemed to be a communications device after all. The creature opened some sort of screen within the screen and after a musical tone, a channel was opened.

Hux blanched as he saw the face of the slaver.

The creature seemed to be smiling as he picked Hux up and settled him across his lap. They spoke the gibberish language, using the word ‘minjen’ frequently. The creature must have been confirming what he had concluded with the slaver, or at least was trying to. Hux felt his face burn, unable the help remembering waking up, practically naked, being collared and dragged out for a crowd of…things to poke and prod at him, sticking their fingers in his mouth, clawing through his hair, pinching and grabbing him before he had a leash clipped to his collar and was forced into a crate. He was let out only to find he'd been released into a cage with a strange creature jabbering at him and snapping its fingers.

If he ever saw the slaver face to face again, Hux would kill him. With his bare hands if he had to…

The creature occasionally appraised him with touches, seemingly at the slaver’s request, looking in Hux’s mouth or counting his ribs, as if these things would confirm his species. Hux glared at the screen. Just when Hux had been making progress, the creature was duped by the slaver, again. His jaw tightened as he wondered how he was going to convince the creature that he wasn’t an animal if they couldn’t understand each other’s language.

Hux felt large fingers tickling under his chin and lips pressing to his hair. It was when the creature kissed his ear that Hux realized how much his hair had grown out. The length wasn’t outlandish, but his hair wasn’t regulation anymore. Hux reached up and tugged a lock of hair over his eye. It was just long enough to be noticeable, which meant he had been here for more than a few weeks…

Hux continued to glare at the screen, “I bet you speak standard perfectly, you son of a bitch.”

The slaver looked down at him quizzically and the creature made its laughing noise. Hux sighed. He supposed he looked like Millicent, chasing moving lights or mewling at holos. Any attempt at growling or snarling was going to be treated as quirky pet-like behaviour.

The screen within the screen closed and Hux felt a heavy hand stroke over his head and down his back. He was glad the slaver was gone, but it made him restless, eager for some sort of payback. Another small screen opened up and a video began playing. It didn’t seem at all like a communication of any sort, just a vid. There was a narration in the gibberish language as the camera feed followed a creature about. It looked nothing like the creature who owned him, but the format was easy to recognize. The creature was watching a sort of documentary.

Hux was confused and worried by the warm feelings he had for the creature. He didn’t feel threatened by it anymore at all. The creature was heavily invested in his well-being. His ‘owner’ was also a curious one, with an interest in life beyond his own planet and other beings who lived in different places. He lazily stroked Hux as he sat back, watching his video, only pausing his petting to pull Hux closer and nuzzle against him.

Hux had never been cuddled. Perhaps he had been as an infant, but if his infancy was anything like his oldest memories, a droid had minded him. He couldn’t remember anyone ever wanting to touch him. Even during sex, it was all about release. Find a discreet place together, get off, pretend it never happened, rinse and repeat. Touch was…touch encouraged weakness. Soldiers could form bonds without it. It encouraged empathy, which hindered judgment. Hux found himself becoming curious. He was stuck here for a good long while. It would take him a long time to figure out how to read the creature’s alphabet and understand his language. He was stuck here, so if something was pleasant, why shouldn’t he enjoy it?

Hux hesitantly pressed against the creature’s girthy neck. It was warm, and he was in a considerably more comfortable position now. The creature let out a noise that sounded like a laugh as he tucked Hux in closer, rubbing over his back. Hux sighed, knowing his words would fall on ears that would never understand, “You know…if you brought me back you could see more humans. Other beings and plants as well…I think you’d like it. You’d have a better console as well.”

The creature cooed at him and patted his back. Hux was too sleepy and too used to being manhandled at this point to really mind being lifted and carried out, the vid still playing behind them. He was brought to another room. Hux recognized some of the boxes inside as preservation units. The creature pulled some fruit from one and held it up for Hux. He sighed again, “Dinner, I guess?”

The creature pressed it against Hux’s lips. Hux took it, knowing it was all he could be getting, but was unable to resist muttering, “I really miss meat…”

The creature had become apprehensive.

There were certain ways of conveying emotion that seemed to carry across species. Something in the way a creature held its head or carried itself that would help someone figure out what they were feeling. It was a useful tool to be able to figure out what a person might be feeling, and it was a skill that Hux had learned a long time ago. He observed the creature. He didn’t want to linger when he fed Hux, he didn’t want to make eye contact, he kept its head down. He seemed nervous, occasionally looking up to look Hux over carefully.

More than that, he didn’t order Hux to speak. He seemed to have realize that his caged bird wasn’t actually singing at all, but had been trying to communicate. Overall, the creature seemed to have figured out that he hadn’t bought an exotic animal, but a foreign sentient.

And if Hux’s observations were accurate, the creature also didn’t seem to know what to do about any of it.

It became obvious when the creature walked in, talking hurriedly in his own language over a communications device. Hux had never seen anything quite like it. It was huge, chunky, with large buttons that prodtruded between the earpiece and mouth-piece. It vaguely resembled communications technology Hux had seen pictures of during history lessons. The creature spoke urgently, Hux still didn’t understand any of the language, but the pace at which he spoke was quicker, sharper. His eyes would flick over at Hux before he would nervously scratch at himself or rub at his eyes.

A few hours after the call, the creature did something new. He brought another archaic object, a book, with actual pages, and set it on the ground by the cage. Hux couldn’t help crouching to look at it. He hadn’t thought anyone still used books. They wasted resources, at least compared with electronic alternatives. He had never seen a real book before, and couldn’t help looking at the flimsy pages his father had once compared him to.

The creature sat outside the cage and thumbed through the pages. They made an odd sound when they rubbed together, one Hux found he enjoyed. The creature paused at a page with a picture of something that looked passably human. The creature looked down, then up at Hux multiple times before he seemed to calm down. Hux arched his brow, trying to get a look at the alphabet, which made no sense to him, and the upside down picture. He reached through the bars to touch the book when the creature gently pushed his hand back. Hux reached again and the creature pushed his hand away once more, chiding him slightly. Hux sighed, “I only wanted to look…ripping up your silly book wouldn’t help either of us.”

The creature studied the pages a little longer. The more he did, the calmer he became. He looked over Hux before heaving a large sigh and opening up the cage.

Hux stepped out and the creature rose slightly, enough to pick Hux up and settle him across the creature’s lap. Hux considered struggling, then the creature held up the book for Hux to look at. The picture was an illustration and the creature in it, while seemingly humanoid, didn’t quite seem…right. Hux couldn’t place it exactly, especially since it was an illustration, but the creature in the picture just didn’t seem human. Hux felt a thick finger prod him in the center of the chest as a word was whispered to him. Then the same finger tapped the picture in the book and repeated, “Min’jen.”

The creature’s tone was oddly satisfied as he closed the book and nuzzled against Hux’s cheek. Hux tried to figure out what exactly the word meant. If he had to guess, the creature had decided that Hux wasn’t a sentient, but whatever sort of animal a ‘minjen’ was. The creature had probably been trying to rule out the possibility that he had bought anything other than a rare animal. Hux felt his heart sink slightly. He had been so close to convincing the creature otherwise…

“Human,” said Hux, pointing at his chest the way the creature had done, “I’m a human.”

The creature gave him more rapid-fire kisses. Hux resisted the urge to groan at that. The creature genuinely cared about him, that much was obvious. If he could just be convinced that Hux wasn’t an animal, surely he would do the right thing. Hux was confident the creature would let him go, or at least try to help him get home if only they could understand each other.

Hux felt himself being picked up again, and to his surprise he wasn’t brought to the nest. The creature brought him out of the room and to the place with the communication console. Once again, it seemed ancient. It wasn’t exactly like the ones Hux had seen images of, but it was close. This planet didn’t seem to have developed as quickly as others. The creature sat Hux down by the monitor. Hux tried to memorize what the creature did to turn his machine on. There seemed to be multiple steps to it, and quite a bit of waiting as the machine started up.

The creature used a device to move some sort of floating icon around the screen. It seemed to be a communications device after all. The creature opened some sort of screen within the screen and after a musical tone, a channel was opened.

Hux blanched as he saw the face of the slaver.

The creature seemed to be smiling as he picked Hux up and settled him across his lap. They spoke the gibberish language, using the word ‘minjen’ frequently. The creature must have been confirming what he had concluded with the slaver, or at least was trying to. Hux felt his face burn, unable the help remembering waking up, practically naked, being collared and dragged out for a crowd of…things to poke and prod at him, sticking their fingers in his mouth, clawing through his hair, pinching and grabbing him before he had a leash clipped to his collar and was forced into a crate. He was let out only to find he'd been released into a cage with a strange creature jabbering at him and snapping its fingers.

If he ever saw the slaver face to face again, Hux would kill him. With his bare hands if he had to…

The creature occasionally appraised him with touches, seemingly at the slaver’s request, looking in Hux’s mouth or counting his ribs, as if these things would confirm his species. Hux glared at the screen. Just when Hux had been making progress, the creature was duped by the slaver, again. His jaw tightened as he wondered how he was going to convince the creature that he wasn’t an animal if they couldn’t understand each other’s language.

Hux felt large fingers tickling under his chin and lips pressing to his hair. It was when the creature kissed his ear that Hux realized how much his hair had grown out. The length wasn’t outlandish, but his hair wasn’t regulation anymore. Hux reached up and tugged a lock of hair over his eye. It was just long enough to be noticeable, which meant he had been here for more than a few weeks…

Hux continued to glare at the screen, “I bet you speak standard perfectly, you son of a bitch.”

The slaver looked down at him quizzically and the creature made its laughing noise. Hux sighed. He supposed he looked like Millicent, chasing moving lights or mewling at holos. Any attempt at growling or snarling was going to be treated as quirky pet-like behaviour.

The screen within the screen closed and Hux felt a heavy hand stroke over his head and down his back. He was glad the slaver was gone, but it made him restless, eager for some sort of payback. Another small screen opened up and a video began playing. It didn’t seem at all like a communication of any sort, just a vid. There was a narration in the gibberish language as the camera feed followed a creature about. It looked nothing like the creature who owned him, but the format was easy to recognize. The creature was watching a sort of documentary.

Hux was confused and worried by the warm feelings he had for the creature. He didn’t feel threatened by it anymore at all. The creature was heavily invested in his well-being. His ‘owner’ was also a curious one, with an interest in life beyond his own planet and other beings who lived in different places. He lazily stroked Hux as he sat back, watching his video, only pausing his petting to pull Hux closer and nuzzle against him.

Hux had never been cuddled. Perhaps he had been as an infant, but if his infancy was anything like his oldest memories, a droid had minded him. He couldn’t remember anyone ever wanting to touch him. Even during sex, it was all about release. Find a discreet place together, get off, pretend it never happened, rinse and repeat. Touch was…touch encouraged weakness. Soldiers could form bonds without it. It encouraged empathy, which hindered judgment. Hux found himself becoming curious. He was stuck here for a good long while. It would take him a long time to figure out how to read the creature’s alphabet and understand his language. He was stuck here, so if something was pleasant, why shouldn’t he enjoy it?

Hux hesitantly pressed against the creature’s girthy neck. It was warm, and he was in a considerably more comfortable position now. The creature let out a noise that sounded like a laugh as he tucked Hux in closer, rubbing over his back. Hux sighed, knowing his words would fall on ears that would never understand, “You know…if you brought me back you could see more humans. Other beings and plants as well…I think you’d like it. You’d have a better console as well.”

The creature cooed at him and patted his back. Hux was too sleepy and too used to being manhandled at this point to really mind being lifted and carried out, the vid still playing behind them. He was brought to another room. Hux recognized some of the boxes inside as preservation units. The creature pulled some fruit from one and held it up for Hux. He sighed again, “Dinner, I guess?”

The creature pressed it against Hux’s lips. Hux took it, knowing it was all he could be getting, but was unable to resist muttering, “I really miss meat…”

poe gets pregnant with his boyfriend. he's thrilled about the baby but hates being grounded and getting so big so big he can't even fit into his x-wing. his bf distracts him with intense, emotionally loaded sex.

any guy would do, and i'd prefer no a/b/o.

(Sorry, I don't think this is exactly what you wanted, but I figured a half-fill is better than nothing, right? So for now, here's this, which technically fits the bill; hopefully it'll tide you over until a better fill comes along.)

“Look,” General Organa says, voice even, deliberately calming. “I know this isn’t an optimal situation, but we need these allies, Poe.”

“So badly you want Finn and I to fuck in front of them?!”

The General pauses, makes a face. “Well,” she says, “unfortunately, yes.”

-

So here’s the thing.

The Si’ra are fucking incredible soldiers. War is an important part of their culture, and so the entirety of their able-bodied population, female and male, are always prepared for war, fit and trained and eager. And on top of that, they have technology like you wouldn’t believe, including planes that make Poe salivate.

So, yeah. When the General’s repeated attempts to gain an alliance with them finally, finally break through to negotiations, the entire base has a fucking heart attack. Then they have a fucking rager. And, a few weeks later, when the first of the Si’ra soldiers arrive on D’Qar to officially join the Resistance, they have another one.

So yeah. It’s all well and good and morale-boosting, and encouraging until the night before the first scheduled battle. Which, okay, let’s be clear: it’s not even really a battle, more of a glorified firefight at one of the Si’ra’s territories, which only like fifty people total are being sent to, including the ten fighter pilots they’re sending in. So, like, to call it a battle in any form of the word feels excessive but, whatever, that’s what the Si’ra call it, so.

And the problem is, since it’s the night before a battle, they have some requirements. “Traditions,” their general had explained. “As you know, war is an integral part of our culture; of course we would have some necessary traditions.”

Which, right - of course. What did they expect?

Well, Poe thinks. Certainly not a gigantic orgy with a designated spotlight couple.

“As this is your base,” the general explains, “two of your soldiers should of course fill this role. It’s a democratic process, of course, but since there are usually far too many volunteers, a vote generally decides the winner.”

The winner. A vote. “Of course,” Finn says weakly. The rest of them - Poe, Snap, Jess, the General, and the half dozen other Resistance fighters going on this particular mission - are still stood in stunned silence.

Behind the Si’ra general, his soldiers are already getting started on the - orgy. They’re in the rec room, which is mercifully empty of non-essential personnel, because when the Si’ra general told them there were necessary traditions to undertake, they had all assumed they were religious or spiritual in nature.

Not sexual.

“Okay,” Jess says after a moment of silence. “Okay, so, voting. I personally nominate Finn and Poe. Who’s with me?”

Immediately every hand but Finn and Poe’s goes up. Even, Poe is shocked to see, General Organa’s.

She makes an apologetic face at him. “I’m sorry, but you’re the best option.”

“What?! The best - can I have a word with you?!” and he pulls her off to the corner, not fully respecting that she is his commanding officer, because she has just asked him to fuck Finn in front of fifty people.

Including her.

“General, you can’t be serious,” Poe says, and she says, We need these allies, Poe, and it just makes him feel worse.

“I can’t ask Finn to do this,” Poe says. “I just - no, we need someone else, or maybe we can say we’re all taken, or something, I don’t know -“

“Do you not want to?”

Oh, and there Finn is, sneaking up at the most incredible moments. “Well - not in front of fifty people.” Finn shrugs, like it’s not that big of a deal. “Wait - do you actually not have a problem with this?!”

Finn shrugs again. “It’s not like it’d be the first time I fucked someone in front of a crowd. Stormtrooper bunks, they’re crowded.”

General Organa sighs, presses a palm to her temple. “Okay, I don’t think I need any more of a visual on that front, Finn.”

“To be fair, General,” Finn says, “you’re going to get a lot more of a visual if we go through with this.”

The General sighs again, much more resigned. “That’s a good point. A very unfortunate, very uncomfortable point, but a good one.”

Poe sighs. “I just -“ He pauses, glances at Finn again. “You really don’t mind?”

Finn quirks his lips as if to say, what can you do? “I mean, no, it’s not an issue for me. But if you don’t want to, I’m not going to force you -“

“No,” Poe interrupts. “No, it’s -“ He sighs. Think of how much stronger it would make the Resistance. Think of the manpower. “It’s fine.”

“Yeah?” Finn asks, sounding - what is that, is Poe making that up? - a little hopeful.

“Yeah,” Poe confirms, and Finn grins at him, leaning forward to press a kiss on Poe’s lips.

“So are we doing this, then?” Jess pipes up from a few feet away. “You’re not that far away,” she points out when Poe makes a face at her. “We all just heard that conversation.” She turns away, taking a few steps towards the Si’ra soldiers, kicking off her shoes and pulling off her top as she went. “I mean, we might as well get going, right?”

Poe swallows hard, grabs for Finn’s hand, and follows her.

-

And so now Poe finds himself in the center of a very large, very complicated circle of variously kissing, fucking, and snuggling soldiers, giving Finn a blowjob.

Which, okay. It’s not like Poe is shy about sex or anything. Before Finn came along, he was probably the biggest player in the Resistance, certainly the biggest player among the pilots. The cocky attitude, the war-hero status - it added up. He’s sure he’s scared more than a few room neighbors away with loud, wall-banging sex.

But he’s never done it like this before. So many people in close proximity, no barriers between their naked bodies except the air, so many of them openly watching Finn and Poe.

General Organa, god bless her, had managed to contrive an excuse to leave before either Finn or Poe had to take their pants off. But Jess and Snap and all the other pilots -

Poe closes his eyes, takes a breath through his nose. If he closes his eyes, he can pretend they’re alone. Just him and Finn, in their quarters, just a regular Saturday night.

Finn’s fingers knot more firmly in Poe’s hair, and Poe sucks him more firmly, his fingers digging into Finn’s thighs.

“Yeah, yeah - Poe - yeah, like that,” Finn says. For a moment, Poe pulls back, and Finn practically whines, but then Poe goes back down again, swallowing him down completely, and Finn groans, full-bodied. It only takes a few more moments of pressure, and the flick of Poe’s tongue against the head of Finn’s cock, and then he’s coming down Poe’s throat. Poe waits, swallows, and eventually pulls back, opening his eyes.

Finn slumps back against the pillows on the floor, which the Si’ra got from - where, exactly? Poe didn’t even know the Resistance had this many pillows. Finn looks loose-limbed and easy, entirely relaxed, as though they’re not in a room full of people, as though they’re alone.

Finn sighs, and pushes himself up on his elbows. He eyes Poe carefully, appraising. “You okay?” he asks after a minute.

Poe nods, but he thinks it comes off jerky. “Yeah, of course,” he says. “I’m great.”

“You don’t look great,” Finn says, sitting up. He reaches forward to cup Poe’s jaw. “You not comfortable with this? Because it’s fine if you’re not.”

“No,” Poe says quickly. “No, it’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

Finn examines him a moment longer. “Huh,” he says. “Maybe you just need to relax.” With the hand not on Poe’s neck, he reaches forward to stroke Poe’s cock through the boxers Poe is still wearing.

Poe is hard despite his discomfort, so he has to bite back a moan when Finn palms him.

“Oh, come on, baby, that doesn’t feel good?” Finn slips his hand under the waistband of Poe’s boxers and strokes him in earnest, now. Poe barely resists the urge to throw his head back and groan. “Come on, make some noise for me.”

“I -“ Poe takes a deep breath as Finn thumbs the head of his cock. “Jess, and Snap, they’re just - just over there -“

“Don’t worry about that, baby,” Finn says, leaning in to suck a kiss onto Poe’s neck. He nibbles up the side of his jaw. “They know we’re together, right? This isn’t news to them.”

“Yeah, but they haven’t - fuck, fuck - they haven’t seen it this - close before.”

“Does that bother you?” Finn asks, moving down Poe’s chest. He sucks a bruise right above Poe’s heart. “I kind of like it. Everyone seeing, you know, knowing we’re together.”

As he speaks, he picks up the pace of his strokes, making them harder and faster. Poe bites his lip; he’s dangerously close to coming.

“I - I dunno, I guess I didn’t - fuck, yes, Finn - didn’t see it that way.”

Finn hums against Poe’s skin. “Maybe try to.” And then he bends down completely, pulling Poe’s boxers down his thighs, and takes Poe in his mouth.

Poe comes embarrassingly quickly, but Finn doesn’t seem to mind, simply leaning back and wiping his mouth when he’s done. “Okay,” he says, looking Poe up and down. “Want me to fuck you now?”

Poe doesn’t bother to bite back a groan at that one, flopping back on the pillows. As he falls back, he catches glimpses of the other soldiers in his peripheral vision - many of them are watching, even if they are engaged in their own partners. One woman is staring at Poe with a scarily intent expression despite the fact there’s a woman going down on her with enthusiasm Poe has heretofore never witnessed in the bedroom.

“Okay,” he says after a minute. “Yeah, let’s - let’s do that.”

Finn opens him up quick with lube that comes from - where, Poe isn’t really sure, but there seem to be an indefinite number of condoms and bottles of lube floating around the circle, like when you’re a kid and they pass around a stack of papers in class, take one and pass it on.

“How do you want to do this?” Finn asks as he coaxes in a third finger.

Poe considers as much as he can with his, at the moment, greatly diminished brainpower. “Like this,” he decides finally - him on his back, Finn between his legs. As simple and boring and vanilla as it is, he wants to see Finn - it’s easier to forget they’re in a room half-full of his fellow pilots. And in the middle of this circle, sprawled on a bed of slippery pillows, there aren’t exactly a lot of options.

“Okay,” Finn says easily, pulling his fingers out of Poe. Poe almost moans at the loss, but then Finn’s lining up, asking, “You ready?” and as soon as Poe nods, pressing into him, hot and thick.

Poe can’t hold back a moan. He brings his legs up, ankles hooking Finn’s thighs. “Jesus Christ,” he says, and then Finn’s pulling back and pushing in again and the friction has Poe groaning anew.

“Jesus Christ,” he says, “Jesus Christ, Finn,” and the room is melting away beside from Finn, faces and expressions and specifics fading into general impressions: the heat of other bodies, the orange-red warmth of the pillows, the soft sounds from bodies everywhere - kisses and slaps and groans as everyone works towards a common goal.

Well, Poe thinks, it’s certainly one way to create team unity. Then he stops thinking, because Finn is fucking him just right, and suddenly Poe can’t feel his toes or his feet or really any part of his body that isn’t touching Finn because -

“Yes, Finn, yes, yes, yes,” and Poe loses himself in the litany of it, Finn breathing out soft puffs of air against Poe’s throat every time he fucks up near him and Poe thinks, yes, yes, yes, and forgets where he is.

Finn says, “Poe, yes, Jesus, Poe,” and reaches down to thumb at the head of Poe’s cock, and that’s all it takes: Poe comes.

A few moments later, Finn does as well: Poe pliant and soft and quivering beneath him. Finn takes a moment to breath before pulling back and out of Poe and slumping down beside him.

“Jesus,” Finn says, and leans over to kiss Poe, sloppy and hot and dirty.

“Did you like that?” Poe asks when he pulls back.

“Jesus,” Finn says, and Poe takes that to mean yes, I loved that, it was incredible.

“Good,” Poe says. It’s certainly an interesting concept: everyone watching, everyone knowing that Finn is his, really and truly his.

“We should probably get up,” Poe says, “give someone else the prime seat, since you’ve kind of dissolved into a lug,” and Finn nestles into Poe’s neck, says, “Give me a minute.”

Poe is sure everyone is losing attention and interest in them, but he doesn’t care. He tucks his arm around Finn, and closes his eyes.

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Damn, A++++

Ha ha! This is great! :)

*starry-eyed OP is starry-eyed* author anon, I'm not sure how you managed to make a public orgy exhibitionism prompt into something so ADORABLE, but my mind is blown because of COURSE Poe and Finn would have incredibly hot sex in front of random strangers and still make it like, intimate and loving and then THEY CUDDLE AFTER.

God I love this pairing.

Poe takes Finn back to Yavin IV to meet Kes the two of them hit it off. Like, a lot. Like, way more than anyone (Poe) wanted.

Basically, Poe finds himself slowly descending into (hilarious) despair as he's increasingly convinced that the guy he's been crushing on HARD has a higher possibility of becoming his stepdad than his boyfriend.

Meanwhile, Finn read somewhere that it's a good idea to get along with the family members of the person you're trying to court. That's why he's turning on ALL the charm he possesses in order to win Kes Dameron over to before he finally asks Poe out.

As for Kes, he's talked with Poe on holovid enough times by now to know that Finn is THE ONE, and he's doing his damndest to make Finn becoming his son in law a reality. (He wants tons of adorable adopted grandbabies before he dies, thanks.)

Misunderstandings abound!

Poe defected to The First Order instead of Ben. Since he's had a huge crush on the other, it broke Ben's heart and years later he is forced to confront it when Poe tries to use their past together against him. An unrequited crush on Ben's part or an early romance are both fine.

This is a great prompt

omg!

AU where Leia, Luke, and Han snuff out the First Order 20 years prior to TFA. In so doing they rescue the kidnapped children the FO was going to train up as troopers too. Leia and Han adopt baby Finn, giving Ben the sacred duty of big brother.

20 years later, Ben still takes that responsibility VERY SERIOUSLY, which is why he is doing everything in his power (FORCE POWERS INCLUDED) to keep his brother and Poe Dameron apart. Ben knows Poe's reputation as a notorious flirt and shameless rake. (Little does he know his precious, flawless little brother Finn is the one doing the actual chasing here.)

In the FO, the closest thing they had to showing love/affection was to be USEFUL to one another.

Finn is doing his best to make himself indispensable to Poe.

Hell yes!

I love this fix-it! Seconded.

I am always here to upvote baking and cooking and culture clash. I really want to see the Leia bonus. (I bet seasoned politician Leia has eaten a lot of things that are regional "delicacies".)

I would put a different spin on it, less being useful, more subte flirting with little things so the commanding officer won't notice.

Would that be okay?

Poe having flashbacks to awkward teenage days when some "friends" only came to his house to see his hot dad.

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Finn/Rey/Kylo, spitroast

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Re: Finn/Poe: Finn's existence weakens Poe's dedication

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Re: Hux/Any (or no one - Gen) - the caged bird

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poe/other mpreg, pregnant sex and bodyworship

FILL: Stormpilot- Public Sex

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Re: FILL: 6 Ridiculous Scenarios That Changed TFA thanks to Bodyswap

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Stormpilot - Poe is insanely jealous of his dad and Finn

Poe/Kylo, Role Reversal

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Poe/Finn - No FO AU

Finn/Poe - Stormpilot courting rituals

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Re: gen or finn/poe/rey, finn discovers a love for baking

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