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Yeah okay, I posted a thing. It’s not porn. Sorry.
You’d Be Amazed, about 2k words, rated T for very mild dirty talk; in which Poe is really thirsty okay, and Finn is very patient.
It’s the follow-up to Morale Surveys, because it was pointed out (was it @deputychairman? probably) that surely one of the things Resistance members would totally get off to would be Faceless Stormtrooper Ravishment Fantasies, and that would have to be an option on that survey, which means Finn would see it and would definitely Not Get It. So, yeah, okay, fine.
“So people think about being put into contrived scenarios where they get taken against their will and it’s— the point is that it’s not realistic,” Poe said. “It’s fake. It’s pretend.”
“And so,” Finn said, staring at the holopad, at the holopic of the Stormtrooper helmet, “this. Stormtroopers.”
“Well,” Poe said. “Yeah.” He collected his courage. “It’s partly a thing because they’re human but anonymous. You can’t see their faces. So you wouldn’t have to think.” He had to pause, clear his throat. “Think about them being people.”
“Yeah,” Finn said, “I got that.” He glanced over at Poe, then away, too quickly. “I guess I shouldn’t make it weird and ask if you ever thought about that.”
“I never did, though,” Poe said. “For what it’s worth.” Finn looked slowly, tentatively back at him, and Poe smiled at him. “I like my lovers to have faces.” He reached out and ran the backs of his fingers down the side of Finn’s jaw. “Your face, for example.”
Yeah okay, I posted a thing. It’s not porn. Sorry.
You’d Be Amazed, about 2k words, rated T for very mild dirty talk; in which Poe is really thirsty okay, and Finn is very patient.
It’s the follow-up to Morale Surveys, because it was pointed out (was it @deputychairman? probably) that surely one of the things Resistance members would totally get off to would be Faceless Stormtrooper Ravishment Fantasies, and that would have to be an option on that survey, which means Finn would see it and would definitely Not Get It. So, yeah, okay, fine.
“So people think about being put into contrived scenarios where they get taken against their will and it’s— the point is that it’s not realistic,” Poe said. “It’s fake. It’s pretend.”
“And so,” Finn said, staring at the holopad, at the holopic of the Stormtrooper helmet, “this. Stormtroopers.”
“Well,” Poe said. “Yeah.” He collected his courage. “It’s partly a thing because they’re human but anonymous. You can’t see their faces. So you wouldn’t have to think.” He had to pause, clear his throat. “Think about them being people.”
“Yeah,” Finn said, “I got that.” He glanced over at Poe, then away, too quickly. “I guess I shouldn’t make it weird and ask if you ever thought about that.”
“I never did, though,” Poe said. “For what it’s worth.” Finn looked slowly, tentatively back at him, and Poe smiled at him. “I like my lovers to have faces.” He reached out and ran the backs of his fingers down the side of Finn’s jaw. “Your face, for example.”
