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Sex Pollen Pre Relationship
Poe Dies Pre Relationship
Nightmare Early Relationship
Hogwarts AU Pre Relationship
Poe Almost Dies Pre Relationship
MoM AU First Night
Slightly Older Hogwarts AU
Post-TLJ
Bodyguard and Prince AU; overflow
Massage Pre Relationship
Oblivious Poe AU
Cyborg Poe AU
MoM AU Sex Pollen
FO Infiltration Sex Ring
TFLN
Soulmate Tattoo AU
Finn Marries Someone Else AU
Evil Finn AU; overflow: 1, 2
MoM AU Poe 10 Yrs Older
Vamp/Were AU
Missing for a Year/Telepathy AU
MoM AU Poe 'canon' updated
Dark Possessive AU
Married on Yavin AU
MoM AU Sexy Outfits
MoM AU Subway Sex
MoM AU with Melodies!Finn; overflow
MoM AU Photo-Op Kiss
Nearly Old Men AU
MoM AU Rule 63
Online Dating AU
MoM AU Poe Lost His In-Game Memories; overflow
Trans Poe AU
College Roommate AU
TIE Pilot/Prostitute AU
MoM AU Finn Returns from Port-Out
MoM AU Manipulative Masturbation Machine
Canon AU Manipulative Masturbation Machine
Shape Shifter AU; timeskip
FO Sexual Torture AU
MoM AU Finn Has a Boyfriend
Hades AU Finn Left Alone
MoM AU Apocalypse
MoM AU Poe Died in Canon
Canon AU Handjob in a Hospital (inspiration)
MoM AU Another Apocalypse
WWI Pen-Pal/Love Letters AU
Institutionalized Prostitution AU
MoM AU Body Swap
Post-TROS Victory Party

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For Poe, he could handle anything. He wanted everything. "Yes. Yes."
As his hand roved over the other's back, his fingers brushed against one of the many vines. Not for the first time, a moment of distraction caught him about how strange these circumstances were. He gave another low whine and pressed his face against Poe's neck, feeling conflicted. Poe was here, fucking him, and everything was perfect. But something wasn't right. But who cared? But what was wrong? Nothing could be wrong here. He wanted to stop thinking. "Poe..."
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"Oh, Finn--" he moaned, panting, the vine pushing slowly but steadily into him and causing him to thrust forward just as slowly. "Oh, Finn, you feel so fucking good--"
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Finn opened his eyes at the compliments, though, knowing he didn't feel nearly as good as Poe did right now. "You feel incredible. You're incredible." His voice was just a breath against his ear, babbling away even as his attention was taken by the vines again.
He could see, from this position, what they were doing to Poe. A part of him knew that he should be very concerned about it, but there were two other feelings battling here. For one, he was jealous. Poe was his right now and possession flared through him at these vines trying to vie for Poe's attention. But it was also unspeakably hot and Poe seemed to be loving the feeling. Instead of hating the vines, Finn found himself wanting to be them, wanting to feel Poe the way they were, and the ones roped around his cock was an admittedly good imitation.
His eyes fluttered closed again, hips moving to Poe's rhythm, all too easy to imagine they could be fucking each other at once. "I love you so much, Poe. Love you."
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"I love you," he groaned in agreement. "Force, I love you, I've loved you so long- oh- oh fuck--" he moaned, his whole body shuddering as the vine kept stretching him, the tip grinding into his prostate. "Oh fuck, Finn, I want you -- Force, I feel like I'm going to be sucked dry and I don't even care, I just want you--"
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The rest of his words led Finn to bite his lip... before thinking better of it and nipping at Poe's ear instead. The vines were weird but maybe not so bad if they made Poe feel so good. And as much as he was enjoying this slow pace- "I'm yours, Poe. I love you. Take me. Fuck me, please. Whatever you want, take it. Just need to feel you. I need you." Bundled in the vines, his cock throbbed in an attempt, still feeling a little like he was buried deep in Poe while Poe was buried deep in him. It was overwhelming.
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He'd lost all sense of time and space, convinced that Finn was inside him. ]
Finn - oh, Finn, you feel so good-- take me, please, fuck me-- [ He broke off, swearing as the vine slammed into him, nearly making him see stars. His hips responded, slamming forward. ] Finn--! Oh fuck, you feel so good-- Deeper--!
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"So good. You're so good." In more aspects than just the sex, but he also felt pretty great at the moment. So much so, that Finn was powering through the pain for just one more taste then just one more after that. "Can't get enough of you. I can't-"
The vines or Poe or something jabbed against his sensitive prostate again, dragging a sob out from deep in his throat. His nails dug into Poe's neck again as Finn tried to thrust harder into him. It was so difficult pinned against the wall like this, but he tried. "So tight- You're so warm. I want you so bad. Want you like this forever. I want you." His words weren't really coming out right, but at least he distantly knew it.
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He felt his orgasm build so much more slowly that the first, boiling deep within him before being drawn out of him with a strangled moan, hips pistoning between fucking Finn and being fucked in return. His vision tunneled, his ears buzzing as he helplessly thrust, and then he finally collapsed, falling forward to slump on Finn's body, breathing hard.
But the vine didn't stop. It kept moving, thrusting deeper, grinding against his prostate and making him shudder and groan, even as his cock was going lax within the vines.
"... Finn...."
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His arms automatically held Poe tighter as the other man shivered. "Oh, Poe... You feel so good..." When he finally got around to opening his eyes, Finn found the vines still there, still around them, still fucking Poe. Still hot. Still a little distressing. "The vines- You look so-" He should be worried about this. "Fuck, I love you," he said instead, kissing the edge of Poe's mouth. "Are you okay? Do you want- What do you want?"
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"Can't think straight," he mumbled against Finn's cheek trying to catch his mouth. "I want -- I want you forever, Finn, right here like this-- but I-- I know there's something I'm supposed to..." He cut off in a shuddering moan, again, the vines sliding into him relentlessly. "Maybe we could - continue somewhere else--"
But at that thought the vines seemed to react, and pulled Poe forcibly away from Finn. He was braced on all sides, now, legs pulled apart as if presented to the other man, and a thick cloud of pollen was released into the air.
It couldn't let them go. Not yet.
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This was wrong. This situation was all wrong. The vines were doing something to them and, finally, with Poe's body not glued to him, Finn fully realized that they were in some sort of danger.
If only... he could think a little further than that... Poe wasn't taken far from him and, even if not being touched felt almost excruciating right now, he could see that there was no intention to separate them more. And there Poe stood before him, lean and strong and beautiful and wanting. Wanting for him. (Or he had been just a moment ago. He definitely remembered that.)
"We should-" Should call BB-8. Should definitely try to send out a message to BB-8 in a comm unit that was tangled in someone's clothes that were somewhere around their feet. But the plants weren't holding Finn back and he had to reach out to touch Poe's hips. The vines around his cock were trying to keep him hard, and the hazy mist was doing a great job of putting his mind in a similar condition. "Poe, you're beautiful. You look so good. I want-" He stepped forward, tentatively pressing their bodies together again, knowing that he was supposed to be concerned about something right now. "I need you. I need this."
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The vines spread him wider, and he moaned as they slowly slid out of him, the emptiness almost unbearable. "Please--" he agreed as he could feel Finn's body slowly press against him again.
"Please, Finn- I need- I need you more than anything I've ever needed in my entire life." He had just been trying to formulate a thought, but that was gone now, the last tendril of a tip still flicking at his entrance, beckoning Finn to take its place.
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The thrusting was automatic, instinctual at this point, but he was still far too sensitive and spent for this kind of endurance. The vines still stroked him from inside Poe, still teased him from behind, but just having the other man like this was enough to make him try to keep going.
"I'll give it to you. I'll give you everything," he promised, pressing his lips against Poe's neck in more of a mess than kisses, his tongue tracing a vein and tasting the sweetness on Poe's skin. One hand traveled down to palm his ass and feel himself thrusting into him. "I need you. Fuck, Poe. I'll always need you."
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He didn't know how much later it was when he woke up. Naked, slightly cold, and crumpled up against Finn like they'd collapsed in a pile, he was suddenly much more able to think clearly. He tried to move but his head swam a little and he had to stay still as his blood pressure went back to normal. His heart was racing just from the adrenaline of waking up in such a state, but -
He wasn't actually that worried. A quick glance over Finn told him that the man wasn't too hurt - maybe a few bruises - but he was sleeping peacefully enough, if totally naked. There was no sign of the plant. Had he dreamed it?
He shifted his body and it ached - especially below the belt - and that proved pretty quickly that he definitely hadn't dreamed it. He felt a flush rising to his cheeks but he tried to ignore it as he gently started shaking Finn's shoulder.
"... Hey. Hey, Finn, come on. We probably should get out of here."
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... On this... hard, cold floor... while naked- What?
His eyes opened with a grumble, taking in the situation as much as his groggy mind could, the memory of all that swimming up to the surface. Oh- Oh wow. That... could not have just happened. But Poe was naked beside him and there were certain spots decidedly more sore than others.
"Are you okay?" he asked, trying to lean up a little too fast and take everything else in. Poe looked fine, check. The vines were gone, check. Most of their clothes were in sight, check. Now, where was the hole that was supposed to swallow him into the ground at just this moment?
Where did he even begin with the apologies? Should he apologize? Was that the vines or Poe? The vines, right? What about himself? He was certainly more... upfront about his feelings, but they were still his. But- No. He tried to push it down for the moment to make sure Poe was all right before anything else.
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"BB-8's probably frying his circuits, worrying about us," He said, shifting with a grunt as he looked around to grab his clothes. Pants, first. Where was his underwear? Who knew. He wasn't going to go looking too hard. He just started sliding them on as-is.
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This was hell. He'd died and this was hell.
Face almost practically on fire, Finn found his own pants not very far away and got up to retrieve them. The shirt seemed to be missing somehow, but at least he knew where both of his boots were. He busied himself with getting them on, hopping on one leg at a time like it was morning drill or something, trying very hard not to look in Poe's general direction. He wasn't sure what the other's reaction to waking up like this meant, but it made a whole hell of a lot of guilt curl up in Finn's stomach. He couldn't lose Poe over this... Right?
Not looking at Poe, he tried to speak, "Do we-," and had to immediately stop to clear his throat. "Communicator. Do you see a, uh- Never mind, I-" Ah, God, shut up. He found a communicator next to one of his boots. "Bee, you holding up okay?"
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Poe managed to find his boots and communicator too, turning it on just in time to catch BB's worried but relieved series of whistles and beeps on the other side.
"Yeah, sorry buddy," He replied to the droid as he pulled on his shirt. "We uh - we got held up. Don't think it's a good idea to grab any of the supplies from here, though. Probably contaminated. Can you boot up the diagnostic tools in the med supplies? Just to check."
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He considered briefly that they should probably track the vines down and take a sample, make sure they weren't in any real health-related danger, but- Ha ha, no. Just no. Besides, Finn wasn't exactly clean right now. He had more than enough samples all over him- Oh geez, why was he thinking about that? Oh right, because they were both probably contaminated.
Finn zipped up his jacket, realized his blaster was missing, and decided he didn't care enough. "Got everything?" As much as this was awkward and uncomfortable, they shouldn't split up. Now that he knew the signs of these vines, maybe they can avoid them together...
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"I do now," he said, sounding a little amused. Trust him to start making jokes at a time like this. "Let's get back to the ship. This is going to be an - uh - interesting debriefing." And like an asshole he just turned around and started heading back the way they came, checking around corners to make sure there were no plants hiding around behind anything.
If Finn didn't talk first, he wouldn't say much else the entire way back to the ship, preferring to get there as quickly as possible.
Once they got in the ship, however, he stopped Finn before he went past the main airlock. "Detox first. Who knows what the hell that stuff was but probably a good idea to make sure we aren't carrying any of it. Can't really fight the First Order if the Resistance just turns into an orgy, right?"
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Why was Poe so chill? Was this normal for him? To find aphrodisiac plants on missions and fuck someone while repeating how much he loved them? Was that normal now? Rhetorical question. This isn't normal, it can't be normal, and he had no idea how Poe was able to just- just... roll with it!
He hadn't meant any of it, had he? This was one of those situations that people never speak of, wasn't it? What if they didn't talk about any of this? What if they stopped talking completely? Hell, Finn could hardly look at him. But they had stopped just inside the ship, and Finn finally did look at him. And then stared at him.
An orgy, he said. Just... an orgy. Just sex. Just- "Uh-huh," Finn answered without doing anything. But shook his head. "Right, yeah, yeah, yeah. You're right. Yeah, okay." He started removing the jacket, belatedly remembering he didn't have his shirt anymore and began to move away. If anything, he just wanted a minute alone... Not that being alone right now would make a difference. The Poe was treating this, he might as well be.
Maybe it was for the best, though. Maybe this was the only way they could be okay afterward.
Stupid. Dammit. Shouldn't have told him.
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He couldn't know what was going through the other man's head, obviously, but Finn wasn't exactly the hardest guy to read in the world. "Abject Misery" seemed to be the man's current state. It caused Poe felt a very sharp pang of guilt. Just how much of that had he forced on Finn? So when he spoke now, his voice was a little softer, a little quieter, and he reached out to touch his shoulder again, to get Finn to meet his eyes.
"Let me make sure you're okay, alright?" The joking bravado was gone. "I need to know you're okay. So detox. Diagnostic. That's gotta happen first, before - well, anything else. Want to make sure you're totally with me, okay?"
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But he was right about the detox and diagnostic. Making sure that Poe was okay after that should be at the top of his list anyway... So now he felt bad for ignoring the situation and not keeping Poe's well-being first. Fantastic.
But he nodded and let out a deep breath. Later. Just process later. "Yeah, okay. Sorry."
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"Can't wear clothes for detox, but - you want to go through first? I can hang back if you're not- I mean- I get it, if you think I've had more of a fair share of an eyeful. But it'll be faster if we go through together."
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But... he shook his head and removed the jacket, being sure not to look at him again. "I'm fine with it. Whatever you want." He didn't wait for an answer. Just got rid of the jacket before methodically moving to the boots then pants, just not thinking about this whole thing.
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omg my last tag here was AWFUL im so sorry
Lol it was fine!! Relax!!
I used 'enough' 3x in one sentence xD but thank you ❤
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