PROMPT POST #1 - CLOSED

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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.

Comments

Poe/Finn bodyswap

[(Anonymous)]

Nothing specific, bodyswap is just one of my favourite tropes :)

Kylo Ren/Hux, past Ben/Poe - exhibitionism (dub-con/non-con)

[(Anonymous)]

Kylo fucks Hux in front of restrained Poe, aka Kylo shows off his new boyfriend.

Finn/Poe, shower sex

[(Anonymous)]

What the title says. Pretty please?

[FILL]: Finn/Poe, shower sex, "If The Refresher’s A-Rockin'…" [Mature/R]

[(Anonymous)]

A familiar orange flightsuit is strewn over the bed when he gets back from lunch, and the room smells powerfully of the soft, sweet scent that Finn’ll sometimes be lucky enough to catch, when he nuzzles against the side of Poe’s neck. A familiar voice wafts through the air, carried by the warm steam creeping from the refresher, and sounding strange, somehow, but no less welcome for it.

Poe's singing, Finn realizes; he’s never heard him do that before, nothing beyond a hum. Finn wants to hear it better, wants to hear it well enough make out the words. He hasn’t heard a lot of songs; music wasn’t precisely forbidden by the First Order but it tended toward the droning and instrumental, and rarely came with stories, at least not ones anyone would want to repeat. He’s heard of love songs, knows them as peak of emotional decadence; of rebel chants, as dangerous subversion tactics. Beyond that, as far as he can tell, it all gets a bit complicated. Whatever Poe’s singing about, Finn wants to know.

He approaches the door; the singing continues, low and lovely, but incomprehensible. Of course it’s not in Basic, and of course, in the process of realizing that, he leans a little too heavily on the unlocked door, causing it to creak open.

The singing stops. “Finn?"

“Yeah?” he calls out, lightly, doing his best not to sound like he’s cursing internally, which he most definitely is.

There’s the sound of what might be muffled laughter (great, Poe is laughing at what a nervous fool he is), and then: “You can come in if you want?"

Does he? Well, it’s not like he hasn’t seen Poe naked before, or at least, hasn’t seen most parts of him, though not, admittedly, all at once. A couple of weeks sharing a bed before Poe’d been called off on a two-week mission, and they’d gotten as far as drowsy kisses and sloppy hand jobs. And now Poe’s very naked, very wet, waiting for him, probably smiling, and Finn’s the fool clutching the door handle like he’s forgotten how to use it. He hasn’t, and to prove that, to himself if no one else, he opens the door and steps through.

The steam hits him like a hot, headily scented wall, but it's the sight of Poe behind the clear glass panel, flushed red, gleaming wet, sporting more stubble than usual, that roots Finn to the spot.

“Hi,” he manages. “You’re back early,” which is stupid, and obvious, but Poe just smiles at him, blinking water from his eyes.

“I was gonna surprise you!” Poe calls over, pitching his words a little louder than he normally would, just to be heard over the splatter of water against glass and tile.

A nervous laugh burbles out of Finn before he can stop it. “Well,” he says, leaning back against the door, hearing it click shut behind him. “You did.”

Poe grins. “Good surprise?”

“Great surprise,” Finn says, hanging onto the door for dear life: it’s not fair, that Poe can look like that, even with his dark curls plastered to his forehead, even with his chest and arms streaked with soapy lather.

“Come over here?” Poe says, gently, hopefully, and Finn does. When he’s within reach, Poe slides the glass door out of the way.

The shower won't run while the door’s open (something about water conservation, Poe had explained), so the steady stream of water stops instantly. Poe’s dripping wet, though, as he leans out, wraps his hand around the back of Finn’s neck, and kisses him soundly, more desperately than he ever has before. Finn kisses back, shivering a little as warm water trickles down his spine, reaching out to run his fingers through Poe’s soaked curls, to wrap a hand around Poe’s bicep. Poe sways toward him, tongue lapping gently against Finn’s, wet fingers trailing down along Finn’s chest and tangling in his shirt.

“Shit,” Poe groans apologetically, after more than a few long, sloppy kisses. “I’m getting your clothes all wet, sweetheart."

Poe calls him that sometimes, not just in bed; Finn’s not sure if he knows just how much it drives him crazy, just how much it makes Finn want to grab hold of him and never let go. More than usual, anyway. “Yeah?” he says instead. “Bet there’s something we can do about that.”

Poe blinks at him, and then smirks. “Bet there is,” he says, and reaches for Finn’s belt. Makes quick work of that, pushes down Finn’s pants and his underwear, while Finn slips his shirt over his head and then leans a hand against the glass door, holding himself up as he tries toe off his shoes and socks without tripping over anything. He manages with minimal embarrassment, hand slipping slightly against the glass, but finds himself steadied by Poe’s arm around his waist.

He’s just barely naked before he’s being practically swept into the small stall, leaving behind his clothes in a not-so-tidy pile outside. Hears the door slide shut behind him, and the water starts up again almost instantly; it’s hot, but not scalding, and truth be told, Finn barely notices it. He’s too caught up in the feeling of Poe’s body against his, slick and hot and solid. Poe’s arms twine around him, hands rubbing up and down Finn’s back, as if trying to warm him up, as if Finn’s skin wasn’t already in danger of catching on fire.

“I missed you,” Poe murmurs, sucking at the skin beneath Finn’s ear. His cheeks are rougher than usual against Finn’s neck; Finn finds himself enjoying that. “Thought about you. All the time. Coming home and—” he wraps his hand around both their cocks, giving them a slow, careful pull. “Being with you.”

Finn doesn’t know how to respond to that. In his experience, being missed, or at least, being absent from a place he was supposed to be, had never a good thing; being noticed enough to be thought about had been even worse. But this is a good thing. Poe is a good thing, a great thing, and so is grabbing his shoulders and hauling him in, kissing him as hard as he can. The rotating stream of water raining down on them both almost hits Finn straight in the eye, and he ducks his head, presses his face into Poe’s neck.

Poe hums happily and guides Finn back against the wall, pins him between the solid, wet warmth of Poe’s body and the cooler, slick surface of the shower stall.

“Okay?” Poe murmurs, because he always asks, and maybe one day Finn’ll find it tiresome but for now he’s just glad for the chance to nod, to drop his lips to the side of Poe’s throat and suck at the spot he knows Poe likes. Poe slides his arms around Finn in response, leaving their cocks nestled together, and gives a slow, instructive roll of his hips. Finn gets the picture, meets each roll of Poe’s hips with a steady thrust of his own. Follows Poe’s rhythm, at first, getting used to the feeling; their cocks rubbing up against each, friction smoothed by the warm water and the remnants of Poe’s soap.

It’s familiar and it isn’t: he’s jerked Poe off before, he’s felt Poe’s hand and mouth around his cock. He’s felt the escalating thrill of contact, the aching, desperate need for release that comes from it. He’s been close to Poe before, but never like this, never been skin to skin, wrapped in his arms, tangled in warm steam and hot water. He’s never been this close to anyone before.

Finn quickens his rhythm; Poe matches him, breathes heavily into his ear. Finn turns his head just enough to nuzzle at his hair, and gets a nose full of water for his efforts.

“C’mere,” he chokes, pushing away from the shower wall and taking Poe with him, turning them till he’s got Poe against the glass door. He pulls back for a moment, checking in like he knows Poe would, but he only gets as far as catching a glimpse of Poe’s wide, surprised grin, before Poe leans up to kiss him again, throwing an arm around Finn’s neck and dragging him in.

The pace accelerates between them; Poe ruts against him so quickly, so desperately, that Finn is struck by the sudden urge to pick him up. He could do it, he thinks; Poe’s solid, not light by any means, but Finn’s strong, strong enough to carry him. He slides his hands down Poe’s chest, fingers dragging through the soft hair, the trembling skin, as he considers wrapping his hands under Poe’s thighs and hoisting him up.

Poe’s forehead drops to Finn’s shoulder, and it’s around then that Finn notices the beeping, just barely, over the rush of the water pouring over him and splashing against the slick wall beside them, over Poe’s panting, urgent breaths into his ear.

“Wha—what is that?"

Poe moans, still shuddering against him. “Five minutes,” he mumbles, and Finn’s mind races irrationally: five minutes till what? Till the base explodes? Till Poe has to rush off, jump in his x-wing, and fly away again? Finn’s not sure what he dreads more. “Till the —mm—till the water cuts off. W—water cons regs. Uh.”

“You’ve gotta…you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Finn gasps, but it makes sense. He groans in frustration. “Well, you better come—” and Poe does, splattering across Finn’s stomach, sliding against his cock. “—soon?” Finn finishes, weakly.

Poe chuckles warmly into his neck and curls an arm across Finn's back, wraps a hand around his shoulder. His other hand drops between them, starts jerking Finn off again. Quick, steady strokes — down to business, twisting his wrist just right. Show off, Finn thinks, even as he presses his forearm against the glass door, above Poe’s head, to give himself the leverage he needs to thrust into Poe’s grip.

“That’s it, honey,” Poe practically purrs; Finn feels it as much as he hears it, anyway, vibrating between them. “That’s it. God,” he hums, and Finn finds himself rocking onto his toes, chasing the strokes of Poe’s hand. “God, you’re so good, sweetheart, so—” Finn chokes out a gasp, and his knees go weak, leaving him to collapse in an inelegant, soak slump against Poe’s body, as his cock twitches in Poe’s hand, coating his fingers and streaking his stomach with come.

“You’re gonna need another shower,” he says, weakly, into Poe’s shoulder, and the water above them cuts off, as if on cue.

Poe laughs, lightly, and rubs tenderly at Finn’s back. “Don’t worry about it,” he says. “Smell better than I did before, at least.”

“Mmm,” Finn manages, inhaling; he smells mostly of water, right now, with hints of soap. Finn draws back a little, wanting to get a look at him. It’s a mistake: Poe's hair is soggy and flat, dripping into his eyes, and his cheeks are bright red under the stubble, and his lips are, somehow, even redder. They curve into a small, satisfied smile. Finn’s brain shorts. He casts about, desperately, for something else to say. “What was that you were singing? Before I—before?”

“Oh,” Poe’s cheeks flush even redder, and drops of water quiver on his eyelashes as he blinks. “Uh. I didn’t—Just something my grandfather used to sing to me. It’s—it’s about a whisper bird making her way back to her—making her way back home.”

“Huh,” says Finn; seems like a strange thing to write a song about. He’s not even entirely sure what a whisper bird is, except that he probably couldn’t eat it and that it probably wouldn’t eat him. The First Order’s lessons about the fauna and flora of the universe tended to stop there.

Poe shakes his head, laughing at himself. “Don’t even know why I—don’t even know why I was thinking about that today.”

“I liked it,” Finn says, definitively. “What I heard of it, I mean.”

Poe’s smile softens, and his hand squeezes lightly at Finn’s hip. “I’ll have to sing the rest of it for you, sometime,” he says, eyes bright with affection, and Finn can’t help darting in to give him another wet kiss.

Kylo Ren, Ensemble, Crack

[(Anonymous)]

The Skywalker Whining gene is probably the best cover ever for someone trying to get close to a sith lord so as to kill him.
Now if only the stupid resistance stopped trying to bring Ren back to the light or whatever before he'd finished his damn mission...

Finn/Poe. Finn finds out it was Poe who killed his friend.

[(Anonymous)]

At the start of the movie, Finn witnesses his Stormtrooper friend go down after being shot by Poe, but didn't notice who did it.

Post movie, Finn tells Poe what happened to make him panic on that fateful day, and Poe realises that Finn is talking about the Stormtrooper that he shot down.

+1000 for Finn not being immediately okay with it, because the Stormtrooper was one of his only friends, and he's never looked at Poe as a killer before.

Re: Finn/Poe. Finn finds out it was Poe who killed his friend.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my god I need this.

Rey and Poe masturbate for Finn, Finn/Poe/Rey, self exploration, voyeurism, exhibitionism

[(Anonymous)]

Rey and Poe encourage Finn to find his own pleasure by showing him how they get their own.

Re: Rey and Poe masturbate for Finn, Finn/Poe/Rey, self exploration, voyeurism, exhibitionism

[(Anonymous)]

seconded!

Kylo/Poe or Hux/Poe - non-con, unconscious

[(Anonymous)]

Kylo or Hux groping unconscious Poe.

Re: Kylo/Poe or Hux/Poe - non-con, unconscious

[(Anonymous)]

yesss, seconded.

Han/Finn, hero worship crush.

[(Anonymous)]

Because come on, Han Solo is still hotter than midsummer on Mustafar.

Finn was really awkward, and trying to be cool and smooth around Han just as much as he was with Rey. He was a little bit in awe of THE Han Solo. So why wouldn't he have developed a tiny little hero worship crush too?

Would love to see Han and Finn having a filthy little tryst in the Falcon, while Rey is asleep, or flying. Doesn't have to be super romantic or such, just a spur of the moment, dirty fuck.

Bonus;
- "I've got a bad feeling about this."
- Later, Finn discovers this happened between Han and Poe as well.

Re: Han/Finn, hero worship crush.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh! Please! Seconded!

Kylo Ren/Rey

[(Anonymous)]

from that tumblr post, bc perfect is perfect

a mysterious self-help pamphlet to appear on Rey’s doorstep: “How To Cope After Falling In Love With A Whiny Skywalker Male, a novel by Padme Amidala”

Re: Kylo Ren/Rey

[(Anonymous)]

Ahahahaha yes this please someone

Finn/Rey

[(Anonymous)]

I've seen prompts about Finn not having much experience with intimacy (sexual or emotional or otherwise), but thinking about it, Rey would probably not know much about intimacy, either. After all, she did spend most of her life alone, or in the company of rather unsavory individuals.

The first time have sex is emotionally intense and vulnerable for both of them.

poe/any, voice kink

[(Anonymous)]

oscar isaac has a beautiful soothing singing voice and i feel like this fandom should get on that stat

Re: poe/any, voice kink

[(Anonymous)]

10000% yes

Poe/Finn. Pet names in bed.

[(Anonymous)]

Anything where Finn catches on to Poe's enjoyment of affectionate pet names one day and starts calling Poe "sweetheart" "baby" "honey" "babe" while they're having sex.

Bonus for Poe getting off on it.

Re: Poe/Finn. Pet names in bed.

[(Anonymous)]

I was just coming to prompt something similar! Seconded!

Kylo/Any cuddle-monster trash

[(Anonymous)]

Kylo is chaotic and power-hungry when he's conscious... but when he's unconscious, he's the most aggressive cuddler in the galaxy far, far away.

+he likes being the small spoon

Fill: Kylo/Hux cuddling 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

This was supposed to be a story about cuddling. It turned into a story about other stuff that happens to have some cuddling. Sorry OP.

Hux never saw the rebel torpedo.

The sensors shrieked an alert, Kylo Ren hissed something under his breath, and the shock of the impact threw Hux against his harness hard enough to knock the breath out of him.

The shuttle spun out of control, sirens wailing as the stabilizers failed. Hux’s harness was crushing him as they flipped end over end. Gray closed on his vision and he recalled his zero-g training, where his instructors had delighted in making him vomit and pass out over and over. Something exploded behind him and Hux hoped it wasn’t their stardrive. The shuttle righted itself with a tremendous jerk and shriek of metal, and Hux’s forehead smacked the bulkhead next to him.

Silence.


The drone of the shuttle’s emergency alert system pulled Hux back to consciousness. He forced open his heavy eyelids and immediately closed them when the red emergency lighting sliced straight into his aching brain.

Fire, starboard engine ….fire, starboard engine… fire…”

Oxygen levels critical… oxygen levels critical…

Hux knew he should do something about that but he couldn’t seem to move at all, jammed up against something hard. He pushed his elbow against whatever it was and choked on a gasp as pain slammed through his ribs. Spots crawled across his vision. He was so tired, and his head was throbbing sickly. Thick smoke burned deep in his lungs with every shallow breath.

Kylo Ren stirred in the pilot’s seat, and his dark robes brushed Hux’s face as he slid past.

“Fire, starboard engine… fire, starboard engine… fire…fire…”

Hux passed out again.


Kylo Ren emptied the second fire extinguisher into the engine bay, coughing on black smoke despite his mask. It wasn’t really intended for this sort of thing, but the mask and helmet had already saved his life today. Despite the crack on the head he’d received as the shuttle spun out of control, Ren had been able to cut himself free of his harness and address the most pressing situation, the fire in the starboard engine.

Ren sealed the engine compartment to prevent any re-ignition, and found the supply lockers undamaged by the torpedo strike. He pulled out the emergency oxygen masks and med-kit. Their onboard oxygen was limited, but if he could repair the shuttle’s generator, he and Hux would not have to worry about suffocating while they waited for a pickup.

In the cockpit, Hux was still slumped unconscious against the control panel, blood seeping from deep gashes across his forehead and cheek. Ren wasn’t sure how serious his injuries were, but they would have to wait. Ren got the mask on him and made sure he was breathing before turning his attention to the damaged generator. He was feeling lightheaded himself, the air in the shuttle hazy with smoke. He unsealed his helmet and slipped on the oxygen mask instead, immediately feeling sharper as he breathed in the clean air.

The oxygen generator was located under a floor panel and Ren pried it open, frowning at the mess underneath. The damage was extensive, and Ren only had the most basic tools in the shuttle’s kit. He took a deep breath, ignored the burn of smoke in his lungs, and began to pull apart the ruined generator.


The next time Hux woke, something had changed. The shuttle was cold and dark except for the dim glare of red emergency lighting. The warning klaxons had been silenced. His lungs no longer burned so badly when he breathed, though the awful pain in his left side remained. An oxygen mask covered his mouth and nose, and Hux wondered how it had gotten there. His head throbbed in time with his heartbeat and he feared that if he moved at all, he would vomit.

Hux was laying against the instrument panel, wedged awkwardly between his seat and the bulkhead. His seat had been ripped from its bolts by the torpedo strike but his harness had held, preventing him from snapping his neck against the cockpit canopy. He raised his right hand and released his harness, easing some of the pressure on his damaged ribs. Bracing himself for the pain, Hux slid out of his chair. His vision doubled alarmingly and his knees buckled, dropping him to the deck. Nausea seized him and he retched painfully, bringing up nothing.

He curled into himself, trying to regain some composure while he decided what to do next. The pilot’s seat next to him was empty, with no sign of Kylo Ren. Hux wondered where he’d fucked off to, useless as ever in a crisis. Hux squeezed his eyes shut and tried to assess his injuries.

He’d hit his head, that much was obvious from the nausea, blinding headache, and alarming amount of blood dried on the console. Hux touched his injured side carefully, pressing just hard enough to turn his stomach. Broken ribs then, which would hinder his movements. Hux suppressed the urge to cough whenever he tried to take a deep breath. No doubt he’d inhaled toxic smoke from the engine fire. His lungs felt seared.

Engine fire...

Hux struggled to sit, bracing a hand against his ribs. The emergency sirens were silent, and the overwhelming odor of fire from before had dissipated into a faint hint of smoke. Had the fire burned itself out? The shuttle was clearly running on backup power; he could barely see anything.

Hux hauled himself to his feet, leaning heavily on the back of the copilot’s chair until he felt steady. He trailed a hand along the bulkheads until he reached the cargo bay, where he found Kylo Ren upside down in the floor access panel, his mask replaced by welding goggles. Ren looked up when Hux entered the bay.

“I’ve repaired the oxygen generator. You can take your mask off,” he said. He pushed the goggles up into his hair and snapped off the welder. Hux stared at Ren: with his helmet and heavy robes gone and his hair tousled and matted with grease, Kylo Ren was barely recognizable. Ren’s own face was streaked with soot, and Hux noticed an angry burn across the back of his left hand.

“You put out the fire,” he said, feeling sluggish. He needed to sit down.

“We lost the starboard engine,” Ren said.

Hux lowered himself into one of the jumpseats and leaned his head back against the bulkhead. Ren had clearly repaired only the most essential systems, which did not include climate control. Hux always felt chilled in space, but the temperature in the shuttle was dropping noticeably. He tugged his coat around himself.

“I had no idea you could do constructive things with electronics,” he said, pain clouding his better judgement. Ren’s mouth tightened, his eyes narrowing. Hux waited for the invisible fingers around his throat, the inevitable end for the idiot who goaded Kylo Ren.

“It’s a simple system,” Ren said dismissively. He unplugged the diagnostic unit he was using and tucked a bundle of wires under the deck. Hux eyed the blackened tangle of electronics on the floor by Ren’s foot, presumably what he’d extracted from the damaged generator.

“Of course,” Hux agreed.

“You’re injured,” Ren said.

“Are you offering to help?” Hux asked. He hoped Ren wasn’t. He’d heard rumors of Ren’s healing abilities, but had written them off largely as exaggeration and wanted nothing to do with whatever Ren might consider therapeutic for his injuries. His headache was becoming unbearable. He needed to lie down, preferably after a large dose of narcotics.

“Your injuries are beyond what we can address with the medical supplies on board,” Ren said. Hux felt something, like the barest brush against his mind, when Ren spoke. He bristled.

”Do not.” he snapped. The tickle in his lungs was aggravated by speaking and he broke into a coughing fit. It left him breathless, involuntary tears streaming from his eyes as the coughing pulled his injured ribs.

A hand braced his shoulder, keeping him from sliding out of his seat. Hux was vaguely aware that he was trembling, no doubt Ren could feel it.

“You should lay down,” Ren said. “It will be some time before we are in signal range of our fleet.”

“How long?” Hux rasped.

“A day, maybe more,” Ren told him. He was fiddling with something in the storage locker, and produced a bottle of water and emergency blanket. Hux accepted both without comment, wrapping the blanket around himself tightly and sipping at the water. It tasted flat and awful, but chased the remnants of blood and vomit from his mouth and soothed his burned throat.

Hux slid to the floor, stretching carefully. The deck was cold beneath him but it felt good against his various bruises. He closed his eyes as the shuttle seemed to swim around him. He knew he shouldn’t sleep with a head injury, but he was so tired, and at least when he was asleep he wouldn’t have to deal with Kylo Ren.

The blanket warmed him a little, but the shuttle’s chill had sunk into his bones. Hux wondered if he’d ever feel warm again.

“You shouldn’t sleep with a head injury,” Ren said, sounding far away.

“Leave me alone,” Hux mumbled, pulling the blanket over his head.

Poe/Finn - Poe is physical and verbal affectionate, Finn is confused

[(Anonymous)]

Poe is very, very physically and verbally affectionate. It comes as a second nature to him, so pet names/compliments and small touches like hugs, an arm around the shoulder or hand-holding are something he does without thought.

Finn has no idea what to do because he's never been treated like this and he loves it and craves all the attention Poe's giving him, but he doesn't know if Poe is doing it out of friendship or romantic interest and it's driving him crazy.

Re: Poe/Finn - Poe is physical and verbal affectionate, Finn is confused

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded!!!

Rey/Poe, food as more than just nourishment.

[(Anonymous)]

Rey has lived all her life with very limited food choices, and has always prioritized nutrition and survival over indulgence. Poe notices, and starts to introduce her to all kinds of delicious things. It takes entirely too long for Rey to figure out that this is his way of saying I love you.

Re: Rey/Poe, food as more than just nourishment.

[(Anonymous)]

Love this!

Poe/Any - Poe is a screamer

[(Anonymous)]

very vocal Poe, please

Re: Poe/Any - Poe is a screamer

[(Anonymous)]

mmmm oh my god yes please

Rey/Any - force sex dreams

[(Anonymous)]

Rey has sex dreams about someone and because of the force, that person gets the same dreams.

No huge preference for pairing, but bonus for Poe or Finn (or both) and extra special bonus and love for Luke because I am dirty trash.

Re: Rey/Any - force sex dreams

[(Anonymous)]

In regards to the Luke bonus, not just yes but HELL yes.

Leia/Poe

[(Anonymous)]

Poe reminds Leia of a combination of young Han and young Luke and can't help but be drawn to him. Poe worships the ground she walks on.

Re: Leia/Poe

[(Anonymous)]

omg, yes, please!

Finn/Poe

[(Anonymous)]

Finn has to carry wounded Poe

Re: Finn/Poe

[(Anonymous)]

Nice

Crack, Kylo Ren Finds Out About The Slave!Leia outfit

[(Anonymous)]

Unknown to the SkyWalker and Solo clan, several pictures of Leia in her slave outfit were taken during Leia's capture. Then mass produced throughout the galaxy.

30 years later, the pictures are still popular amongst storm troopers. And poor Kylo finds out and reacts more like Ben Solo rather than Kylo Ren (since Kylo Ren claims he has no family)

Re: Crack, Kylo Ren Finds Out About The Slave!Leia outfit

[(Anonymous)]

OMG this is gold and I need it.

Poe/Finn, aftermath of torture and mind-rape

[(Anonymous)]

What Kylo done to Poe is violation as much as physical rape.
After events of fta, when adrenaline wears down, Poe is not ok. Finn notices.

(bonus points if Finn also struggles with living as a free man after lifetime of brainwashing)

Re: Poe/Finn, aftermath of torture and mind-rape

[(Anonymous)]

Was going to prompt something like this myself, so seconded! Poe would definitely not be okay after what happened to him.

Poe/Rey - Sensation-play / 5+1

[(Anonymous)]

Rather than being touch-starved, Rey is not at all used to people touching her, sleeping beside someone, sharing her space. I want to see five times they touched on accident, and one time she finally meant to touch him.

Re: Poe/Rey - Sensation-play / 5+1

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded.

Poe/other - masturbation while piloting

[(Anonymous)]

Poe jerks off while doing a difficult maneuver

+he doesn't think of anyone in particular, instead it's piloting/adrenaline thing+

Jessika/Rey, Poe/Finn, matchmaking leads to more

[(Anonymous)]

Jess and Rey are tired of watching their best friends pine for each other. So they decide to help them out.
And end up together.
(Poe and FInn were already together by the time Jess and Rey decided to intervene but no one noticed)

Poe/Finn or OT3. Poe has siblings.

[(Anonymous)]

Unlike Rey and Finn, Poe knows exactly where he comes from, and has the annoying older brothers and younger sisters to prove it.

That's it that's the prompt.

Fill 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

“Look, I’m just saying, only you would get kidnapped by some wannabe sith lord and somehow escape with a new boyfriend. This doesn’t happen to other people.”

Poe does his best not to sigh as his brother makes an emphatic gesture to drive his point home.

“Look, Finn’s not - we’re not like that. He’s just a friend,” Poe replies, doing his best to keep his voice neutral. It doesn’t work on his brother like it does on his fellow pilots, because his brother rolls his eyes so hard Poe’s almost worried about him.

“I don’t believe that. I can’t believe anyone else does. Your life is literally like some holovid we watched as kids. He’s totally your boyfriend,” Poe’s brother Lam pauses for a moment, then says, “Do you just not want to introduce him to us because you’re worried won’t approve?”

“No. Look, any of you can come meet him. He’s great. There’s nothing to not approve of -” Poe pauses as he sees his sister pop onto the comm screen.

“Really? I’ve joined part of the supply team - Lam didn’t mention it to you, did he?” His sister Sas says with a smile.

Lam shakes his head and Poe finally lets his sigh out. Poe notices the unhappy look on Lam’s face, and spares a moment to wonder how long Sas put off joining to keep him happy.

“Great! I’m bringing supplies to your base apparently. Whoever’s in charge likes you enough when I mentioned I was your sister they said they’d do what they could to get a visit in for us.”