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+ All prompts should focus on TFA characters. You can't post OT or PT-only prompts.
+ One prompt per comment please.
+ You can request both kink and non-kink content
+ Crossovers, characters from the other media are allowed, but must relate to the 2015 movie in some way.
+ All prompt comments should begin with a pairing tag (eg Rey/Finn) or Gen for no pairing.
+ Use 'Any' when prompting for any pairing at all (eg Kylo/Any or Any/Any)
+ Anyone, everyone, no one? Use "Other." (e.g. Poe/Other)
+ Warn for common triggers, please
+ NO PROMPTS FEATURING CHARACTERS UNDER 18 IN SEXUAL SITUATIONS.

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OMG you're a genius. Yes.

/casually points out that Finn has medical training

Rey pegging, face-sitting, getting service-topped or instructing Finn and Poe to fuck as show for her etc.

Could feature Poe in hand-cuffs :9 Could be a five-times fic. Finn and Poe are just so obviously pleasers that need and want Rey to take the lead in bed.

Cross-posted to starwarskinkmeme.dreamwidth.org.

Look, clothes are def important to the OT3 (I mean Poe's jacket got on all three of them), but I want to see this idea expanded to the OT4.

You could make it silly (SUDDEN ATTACK! In the scramble for clothes none of the ones Kylo grab fit), fluffy, serious, whatever you want.

+1: If Kylo at one point wears Poe's Jacket (or at least tries to, I mean he's kind of a giant compared to the rest of them).

Just OT4 clothes sharing, plz.

*Cackles* Yes! A million times yes!

I HAVE A NEED

A friend and I decided that trying-so-hard-to-be-dark-side Kylo Ren is probably really ticklish. Now I want to see someone finding out and being absolutely stunned.

I'm partial to Hux with Kylo but absolutely anyone would work!

Kylo turns back to the light and joins the Resistance, and EVERYONE wants a piece. He's with someone new every night, constantly doing walks of shame, looking very rumpled and fucked all the time.

Ben is dating the hottest and best Resustance Pilot, who reminds him a little bit too much of his dad. Cue him calling Poe daddy in bed. Poe rolls with it.

+100000 if Poe is turned on by it and fucks him harder.

[Also here at AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5609503
This is probably way less penetrative than OP wanted, but I am a sucker for sad handjobs -- I apologize for my deficiencies.]

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Ben's hands are shaking; they hesitate on the brink of undoing his belt, before he can unwrap all the layers of concealing gray the Jedi Order has put him in, and Poe tries his best to finish the job. They're in an alcove off the main hangar that at present holds nothing but old dropcloths and spare blankets, and the dizzy smell of fragrant bark and engine oil is comforting to Poe's own nerves; he's slept in this room before when going home wasn't an option, or in between trips out when if he didn't sleep somewhere he'd be dead on his feet. But he's never brought Ben here before, and the low-ceilinged space is even more cramped as a result.

The two of them don't have much time. They'd better make the most of it.

Poe pulls his hands back from his tunic and leans him back against the dusty folded cloth. Ben is watching him closely, with those liquid dark eyes, and he can feel the banked heat of his attraction running down his body — his long legs, his broad chest where Poe might briefly lay his head, his belly and his groin. The last one is the biggest reassurance — that Ben wants this, that they both want this, that the last thing Poe does, before Ben's sent off again to wherever delinquent Jedi go, won't be to ruin their friendship. If friendship is what this is.

His lips ache from kissing, from the cruel press of Ben's mouth and his catching teeth, and all the blood in his body seems to be taking a detour straight to his dick. They are, at present, a little more than friendly.

"You're not afraid," Ben breathes against the crown of Poe's head, like he can't believe it. Him, with his shaking hands and his shallow short breaths and his need radiating off him like an engine running hot. Poe shakes his head and brings himself over to straddle his lap, planting a leg on either side. He lets his hands go where they've wanted to go for a while — snaking inside the crossed opening of his tunic to skate over the pebbled skin of his chest, goosebumps in the spring warmth, and lower to skirt the edge of his waistband. Unfamiliar territory — new frontier. Poe cannot think of any reason he would ever be afraid of Ben Organa.

"So who gets to go first?"

Ben's mouth opens and closes a few times like he can't believe that is what Poe's asking, but the question contains his own answer as soon as it's left his lips. Poe is already undoing the smooth wooden buttons of his fly for him, drawing him out and appreciating the weight of his cock in his hand, substantial and warm in a way that makes his own cock give a definite twitch of interest. He thought that was the kind of thing that only happened in dirty stories, the kind Poe used to stash under the seat in the cockpit of whatever he was flying at the moment — definitively not.

Poe pulls away for a moment to lick his hand and Ben jerks back with something like suppressed laughter. The fear hasn't left him completely yet, but he's watching him with such naked curiosity that it feels a little dreamlike, like neither of them is sure what comes next. Poe has done this in his dreams, woken up by Ben's side in their shared bunk humiliated and hard. Poe has done this before, this kind of raw slippery dormitory fuck designed for speed and precision over lasting power, but he'd bet a thousand credits that Ben hasn't.

The first strokes are long and slick, the way Poe himself would like it — taking it easy on the head until he's fully hard, with Poe's hips slotted against him and his own erection an increasingly insistent presence between him. It's patient work by necessity — if Poe doesn't pace himself he's going to embarrass himself by coming in his pants. He adjusts his grip — easy now, long strokes, bending close against him with his friend's cock in his hand and the slickness of incipient enjoyment making his palm wet.

Poe flicks his thumb across the head of his cock, and a sound escapes him like a little cry.

"Ssh, ssh," Poe breathes — half as comfort and half out of terror that they will get caught, clinched together unmistakably like this in a space so small he can barely raise his head without knocking down loose plaster. Ben's big broad hands tighten their grip on the back of Poe's jacket, pulling out his shirttails. The two of them have never been this close before, twisting and rubbing in the dark for better purchase. Poe hasn't even taken his boots off.

Ben's grimace is almost like a smile, showing a slash of white teeth.

One of those big hands snakes around to feel between his legs, to brace the shape of Poe's own hard-on — Poe lifts his hips into it and tries not to lose his rhythm with his hands. But Ben grinds him harder into it, until the pair of them are flush and touching, body against body where it counts most. His hands no longer tremble. Poe is suddenly aware of the tremendous strength of his body, and it unsettles him even as it drives him crazy — but he's making him work through double-thick canvas and Poe's so turned-on he's seeing spots.

"I don't want to leave," Ben pants, breaking from a kiss with his lips still scraping Poe's jaw. "I don't want to leave you here. Come with me."

He can't do that, and they both know it. The Resistance needs trained pilots too badly, and what's more Poe can teach new ones. They'll never let him leave. But this is the kind of conversation they should have had a week ago, before he had had a hand jammed down his pants or his best friend's tongue in his mouth.

"I know," Poe says, and his voice is hitching in his throat just like his breath — his fingernails on his free hand are digging into Ben's hip, and he has to will himself to let go. "I know, I'll come find you. Give me the coordinates, I'll come find you. Wherever you go."

"That won't be possible." There in the clinch of bodies, Ben makes it sound final — shaking his head a little, eyes shut, turning his head. His dark curls are sticking to his forehead. "It'll be too late. I shouldn't even be here."

With you goes unspoken. That much is true. Ben is hardly allowed out of his master's sight, and somewhere in the pit of his stomach Poe knows why, but it isn't fair — none of it is fair, that Ben can't just train here like anybody else learning a trade, that he has to go away at all when he's already stronger than his master, quicker, smarter. It's not just partiality that makes him say these things — he's seen what Ben can do. The two of them should be heroes together. Renegades. None of it is fair.

Poe's heart is lurching even as he's pressed close, drawn in tight. He wonders if Ben can feel his heartbeat through the palms of his hands.

"Don't say that. I'm coming to find you, all right?"

Wherever Ben goes he will follow him. He is rutting against him desperately, sharp wristbones digging into bellies and legs tangling. The blood is singing in his ears, and the two of them are close, so close — something keeps him hanging on just at the edge of needing to come, the diamond-sharp edge so near it's almost painful. Time to shut up and get going.

Ben comes so quietly that Poe's suddenly worried he's been hurting him — his face goes dark, his eyes shadowy slits in his long white face, and Poe wants to kiss him badly then, in that precise moment when his thigh-muscles hitch and he spills himself between Poe's fingers. Poe's own climax comes quick on its heels, like dissolving into nothing, like — coming undone. He is nowhere at all, for that long moment, nowhere in the galaxy and everywhere. He is seeing stars.

Ben pulls him down against his chest, sticky bodies close again, and the juddering rise and fall of his ribcage feels like something alien to both of them. The experience seems to have shocked them both into silence, which for Poe is a rare thing.

This is how it is. He'll come get him, wherever he is, and they'll be together again — before six seasons have passed, like a couple of partners in crime. Maybe Ben will have finally learned some patience and hell, maybe Poe can teach him how to fly without setting the instrumentation panels on fire with his mind. He won't be getting rid of him this easily.

I'm glad you like it, but I don't think I'll be able to write any more. Sorry!

Yes!! I need more bloodied Kylo Ren

In which Kylo's a sucker for someone playing with his hair, whether they're running their fingers gently through it or brushing it or pulling it during sex, etc.

Ok hear me out: a/b/o verse, and a big part of Jedi training for all of those designations is overcoming those urges, not silencing them or anything, but mastering them, being in full control of oneself at all times, and being equally respectful of everyone and avoiding assumptions. Jedi are pretty unique this way, most ppl just accept those instincts and irresistible and natural. Rey is a VERY strong alpha (watch the way she stalks toward Kylo in the snow on your next viewing, I mean dang), but as we see, she's very kind, plus she's lived in such harsh conditions with so many unsavory characters all her life that she’s used to austere self-control and so she takes to this aspect of jedi training extremely well.

Meanwhile Finn’s an omega and so are most stormtroopers, his nature has been exploited against him - to erase his sense of self, and to serve death and destruction – and his only prior experience with alphas or betas is his former superiors like Phasma – cold, impersonal, rigid, and demanding. The alphas in the resistance aren’t like that, but he’s wary of them all the same.

Meanwhile meanwhile Poe’s had nothing but bad experiences with alphas bc he’s such an "odd" omega - a daring, risk-taking, hero of the Resistance. Every alpha he’s met outside of the General and his squadron wants to "tame" him, make him submit to them and stop being so reckless, take him out of an x-wing and have him knitting socks for the troops or some such.

Rey is the perfect alpha for both of them. Even more so when she gets back after training with Luke.

+100000 if before they all get together, both of the guys have fantasies about being with her, about how sweet she would be and how respectfully and courteously she would treat them.

Kylo is desperate for affectionate human contact after isolating himself for so long. Unforunately (or fortunately) for Hux, he becomes the person Kylo seeks it from.

I LOVE THIS.

Preferably set well after TFA in dark future- Snoke and his First Order has made some significant ground, maybe Finn and Leia have been killed. Rey and Kylo Ren face-off, Rey is captured.

Ren has become increasingly more obsessed with Rey, he's torn between wanting to kill her out of jealousy of her superior Force-skills, and wanting to turn her to the dark-side so they can join forces- maybe it since been revealed that they're siblings or cousins.

Ren tries to have her, but she overpowers him- she's embittered by having lost so much, and angry at him, and takes him instead. Ren apparently tries to resist, but Rey breaks into his mind as well and feels his self-loathing at having murdered his father (maybe Leia also died at his hands also), wanting her (possibly his sister/cousin), and also that he enjoys being dominated by her.

Rey calls him out on this, also humiliates him by exacting physical punishment, which he gets off on too. Calls him 'Ben'-this may be the thing that pushes him over the edge to coming.

How much Rey gets off on this, or is disgusted by her behaviour is up to author.

Cross-posted to starwarskinkmeme.dreamwidth.org.

x1000000

no one looks back on their life and remembers the nights they got plenty of sleep. http://archiveofourown.org/works/5609659

seconded!

Poe is the first man she properly gets to know after Finn, and while Finn is in a coma, she gets a bad case of First Crush.

Poe has already proven himself by saving their asses from the sky on at least two occasions, and now he comes to sit with her sometimes while she waits for Finn to wake up. Poe is handsome, kind, funny, charming, and a fantastic pilot.

Rey looks forward to his visits, blushes when he compliments her, gets butterflies when he touches off her, etc.

Problem is, Rey has never had a crush before. Even if she'd had time on Jakku, no one on that planet was particularly eye catching.

So she thinks all her butterflies/flushes/weak knees are symptoms of some kind of sickness.

Rest is up to anon but bonuses include:

- Poe knowing she's crushing on him, but also that she's a young and quite innocent girl so he does the right thing by pretending not to notice

- Rey telling someone her symptoms and them figuring out for her that these things only happen when Poe is nearby, and telling her she has a case of puppy love

- BB-8 cheering her up in some way

Anon would rather gen/close friendship but doesn't mind if Poe/Rey, Poe/Finn, or Poe/Finn/Rey

+10000!

yes, please!

seconded!

seconded to hell and back

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Re: Gen or Finn/Poe; sleeper cell

Re: Any*/Rey, medfet

Finn/Rey/Poe - dom!Rey

OT4, clothes

Re: Poe/Rey/Finn/Kylo OT4; Maz matchmaking

Re: Phasma/The Stormtrooper Played by Daniel Craig

Kylo Ren/Anyone: Unfitting Weakness

Ben Solo/anyone and everyone

Poe/Ben

fill: "Entanglement"

Re: [Fill 2/2] - Rey/Luke - Rey thinks she owes him sex

Re: General Hux/Kylo Ren

Kylo/Any: Hair

Rey/Finn/Poe - a/b/o verse, alpha Rey, omegas Poe & Finn have had bad experiences with alphas

Hux/Kylo Ren, Touch Starved

Re: Rey/herself, (/Finn/Poe)- overheard masturbation

Rey/Kylo Ren- dubcon/noncon, humiliation, incest maybe (Rey gets the better of Ben and he enjoys it)

Re: Aliens/Rey, A/B/O heat, dubcon

Re: Crack Fill (Now on ao3!)

Re: Kylo Ren/Poe, Stockholm syndrome, noncon/dubcon

Poe & Rey. Rey has a crush

Re: Poe/Any - Poe Gets a Pet

Re: Rey/herself, (/Finn/Poe)- overheard masturbation

Re: Rey hardcore fangirling over General Princess Leia

Re: Poe/Anyone or Kylo Ren/Anyone, non-con, enemas, humiliation