tfa_kink | PROMPT POST #1

I just spat soda on myself. Diablo Vader! LMAO.

This hasn't happened to Poe since he was much younger. Since, at puberty, he'd learned to control it like all his subspecies. It was a genetic variance passed on through a line, a survival adaptation that had been programmed in sometime long ago when his father's ancestors had faced extinction. Of course, in his youth, it had been very hard to see just what use it was to turn into an aquatic mammal when one lived, primarily, on a jungle planet, but the device in his genetic code seemed to pre-date galactic travel. Besides, for all other intents and purposes he was human.

And while it was very helpful to have webbed feet, a long sleek body, sharp teeth, and water repellant fur from the tops of his small round ears to the tips of his toes - set at the end of short powerful limbs - when one was say, drowning (as now), it was far less helpful when one was piloting an X-Wing in cold, airless space.

Put simply, since joining first the New Republic and then the Resistance, Poe has had no use for this form. That is, until now. Until he finds himself plunged into slimy, murky water on a strange planet, sinking like a stone in all of his flight gear after fleeing the site of a spectacular (don't say crash!) landing on some far away planet. He doesn't know how deep he's gotten, or where the surface is, or how far he was thrown from the water's edge. Instinct takes over, and the transformation overcomes him, changing his body - it doesn't hurt, not quite, but it feels like stretching just a little too hard. Like lifting your arms over your head just a little too far,and pushing the curve of your spine to a fraction past comfortable.

Then he slips free of his clothes, lithe and buoyant, body too slim and limbs too squat to hold the flight suit on. He doesn't stay to watch it sink, instead cupping the water with broad, webbed paws and going in the direction he can feel the air in his lungs pulling him. It feels urgent - not quite to bursting, but he wants fresh air, wants to take a breath, hopes after paddling what seems like a very long time that his instincts are right, not jogged by going unused too long or shaken by the crash.

Then light begins to penetrate - and he can hear, somewhere, Finn screaming for him. His round head breaks the surface, and the air feels warmer than the water, tastes like murky swamp when he gasps it in. There is some algae on the surface that coats him unpleasantly, sticking in his fur.

Finn screams his name again. Poe turns, eyes on level with the water, and looks for him.

In retrospect, when Poe climbs all the way out of the water coated in algae, a nearly-man-sized sea creature from the depths dripping and sleek and probably grinning (he tends to grin fairly uncontrollably after he's been in life threatening danger) and full of enthusiasm for his partner, there was a point in their relationship before this point when Poe should have mentioned this.

Finn just screams this time, aiming his blaster.

-

"No, its' really me," Poe assures him, for the twelfth time. "Can we discuss this another time?"

"Where are your clothes?" Finn demands. His eyes are wide, wild.

"Probably at the bottom of the lake?" Poe gestures. The sound of blaster fire is very near now.

"Are you going to change back into that thing?" Finn asks. "And go get them?"

Poe looks down at himself. Not even his boxers had survived the swim. He looks back at the algae-covered and stinking surface of the water. No way in all the galaxy...

"Nope," he says cheerfully. "And what do you mean, 'that thing' - I think I'm pretty cute either way."

"Cute? Have you seen the size of your teeth?"

It's not the worst reaction he could be getting, he supposes, and given time to calm down, to examine the situation without stress hitting him from all angles, Poe knows Finn will feel more curiosity than threat. The thought of strong, dark fingers scratching the fur just behind his ears... well now Poe is getting off track and the situation isn't getting any better.

"Well, I think it's pretty safe to say we found a First Order outpost out here," Poe says, trying to steer them back toward a useful topic of conversation. "Don't you think we should focus on-"

"Finding your pants?"

A crashing in the undergrowth nearby - at the edge of the lake - suggests an immediate approaching threat. Poe yanks the blaster out of the holster at Finn's hip, trusting Finn to defend himself with the plasma rifle he was carrying. It's drafty, sure, but at least it's dark. Maybe the stormtroopers won't laugh too hard at Poe's exposed, er, position, if he kills a few before they figure it out.

Instead, first a seven foot tall creature that's even hairier than Poe in his alternate form and a slight girl in tan robes burst through into the clearing at the edge of the lake, going full tilt.

The rescue party. Of course.

-

"Do you really," Rey demands immediately, looking faintly out of breath, beautiful (like always), and angry all at the same time. In one hand, she has a lightsaber. In the other, raised to keep the muzzle pointed safely at the sky, is the blaster Han Solo had given her. "that now is the appropriate time for-"

Finn starts protesting before she even can finish. "It's not that - It's not that,"

"Then what," she starts to ask.

"I know what it looks like," Finn continues. "And it isn't that at all"

Poe can't even bother to be embarrassed. The sounds of pursuit behind their rescue party are fairly alarmingly close."

"So what were you doing out here naked?"

"Only he's naked," Finn points out.

"Very naked," Poe agrees. "And very willing to find someplace to retreat to before-"

Neither pays any attention to him.

"Look, I know you two love a thrill," Rey says, sounding exasperated. "Don't think I didn't know what happened in the pilot seat of my ship, but this - don't you think this is-"

"It's not - we weren't - it's just that - tell her Poe!" Finn says. Then, before Poe can do anything of the sort. "He turned into a big scary monster."

Poe can feel his expression turning to hurt indignity, and he turns his palms up toward Finn in disbelief. "Scary?"

"He was in the lake - I thought he was going to drown, and then he came out as a-"

"It's not scary," Poe protests.

"Maybe not scary," Finn agrees, somewhat reluctantly.

"Look," Poe says. "I'll show everybody everything that they haven't already seen of mine - and at this exact moment that isn't much - whenever they want when we are all safe and out of here!"

Later he thinks, bolting naked through the thick forest undergrowth, and then again with his bare ass sticking uncomfortably to the pilot seat of another stolen TIE fighter - that maybe he should make sure none of them have any more surprising secrets. Who knew what a good long 'show and tell' session might reveal, between the three of them?

I just really want Kylo to call someone a "Stuck up,half witted,scruffy looking Nerf Herder"

++ If that person is Han

Oh my god, I love it!

He turns into a giant otter! I really do love it! Thank you so much for writing this.

I can understand Finn’s point of view. A giant algae covered creature comes out of the water with huge sharp teeth… I would pull a weapon too.

Poor naked Poe, they really should have all had this talk a long time ago.

Does giant-otter-Poe make those cute squeaky noises otters make? But I guess at a deeper pitch because bigger?

I also now want to hear about the story of the pilot seat. :P

He totally otter chirps. I bet he also likes to sleep holding hands, too!

Glad you enjoyed this, I almost couldn't stop myself from writing it, lol.

I love how naturally they talk to each other in this.

I really want something rom-commy with Phasma and Kylo.

Both of them are scary in their official roles, but remove the masks and it turns out they're both emotionally stunted weirdoes.

Ok as much as I love all the dark stuff, I have a mighty need for fluffy Poe!mpreg

Up to OP if Poe isn't entirely human or if the force is being a little shit, but Poe ends up pregnant. As you do.

Poe is super confused, but not unhappy. Finn and Rey freak out for a bit but turn into overprotective hovercrafts always at Poe's side asking "Is it safe for the baby if you eat that?" "Should you go rest for a bit?""Do you need a pillow Poe? A blanket? Should I make you some soup?"

I just want Poe waddling through the base and everyone being super cool about it and Finn and Rey being a proud mommy and daddy.

Bonus points if:
+ Not being able to fly is KILLING Poe
+ Leia knew Poe when he was growing up and was basically Aunt Leia to him so she's trying to remain all stoic while at the same time feeling the baby kick and gushing over it
+ Awkward grandpa Luke
+ Finn crying when he first holds the kid
+++ If it's a girl

Ho-ly shit. Motherfuck. I didn't know something could BE that hot in so few words. Dear god that was amazing.

*up to writer I mean

That was so great and fun to write.

Otter Poe sounds terribly adorable, awww the hand holding. Finn will probably like that, though.

*pokes head in* Anyone from prequels fandom still about?

Ben was definitely named after Obi-Wan, but neither Han nor Leia really knew the man all that well. What if they named him after Obi-Wan after reading old love letters or finding old photos of Obi-Wan and Anakin together? They decided not only to honour the man that had helped bring Han and Leia together, but the other great love of Anakin's life?

Kylo has zero poker face, and we only really see him snark when he has the mask on - I can see him flirting with Hux with the mask in place and avoiding taking it off not just because he's self conscious about his looks, but because otherwise Hux could see him staring, could see how he cringes when he makes a lame comeback, just generally see his big woobie younger-than-his-years face... it must be avoided at all costs...

In Finalizer’s empty cargo hold, Snoke’s blue lightning struck Hux full in the chest, dropping him next to Ren. He couldn’t breathe- every nerve was on fire, every muscle pulled to its limit as he writhed helplessly on the floor. Someone was screaming and Hux had a horrible feeling that it was him. Snoke closed his hand and the lightning ceased as quickly as it had appeared. Hux vomited until he dry-heaved, supporting himself on a badly shaking arm. Spots crawled across his vision.

“Your insolence disappoints me, General. You and Lord Ren have both disappointed me.”

“Yes, my lord,” Hux rasped, his throat raw. Snoke pointed a bony finger at Ren’s still form and Ren stirred, groaning with pain.

“You have humiliated the First Order,” Snoke continued. “Both of you will be punished.”

“Yes, my lord,” Hux said, hoping Snoke would at least find him cooperative.

“You both made grave mistakes today,” Snoke said. “Now, you will demonstrate to me that officers of the First Order do not shrink from a challenge. You will take him, Hux,” Snoke commanded. “That is your punishment.”

“Take?” Hux asked, dread settling in his stomach. Snoke opened his fingers and a globe of blue fire slowly grew in his palm. Hux swallowed and looked down at Ren, crumpled and unmoving, deathly pale against his dark robes. Hux wondered if a ball of Force-lightning would stop his heart.

“Very well,” Hux spat. He leaned down and slapped Ren’s face lightly until his eyes fluttered open. Ren licked his cracked lips but did not speak.

“You heard Lord Snoke,” Hux hissed. “If you cooperate this won’t take long.” Ren’s body was pliant beneath his hand and Hux felt arousal rush through him at the prospect of having Ren under his complete control. He pushed Ren’s heavy robes aside and unbuckled his belt. Hux mouthed at his neck and down his chest, biting down on one tight nipple. Ren moaned, hips pushing against Hux’s.

“Good,” Hux murmured, biting gently on Ren’s earlobe. He skimmed his fingers down Ren’s ribs until he encountered the wound above Ren’s hip. Ren twitched and Hux’s fingers came away sticky. He wiped his fingers on his trousers in disgust. He tugged Ren’s tunic open and swallowed when he saw the wound in his side. It was messy, with Ren’s tunic half-melted into the charred, blistered flesh. The pain must have been agonizing.

Hux reached down and stroked himself slowly, trying to pretend that Snoke wasn’t there, that this was him and Ren alone in his quarters. Hux unfastened Ren’s trousers and shoved them down, revealing the lightsaber wound in his thigh. It was remarkably clean, perfectly cauterized by the blade that had inflicted it. Hux undid his own trousers and pushed them down to his thighs. He was hard, he made no attempt to hide it. Even now he desired Kylo Ren; his body did not care about the circumstances.

Ren’s knees tightened on his waist and Hux slicked two fingers in his mouth before slipping between Ren’s legs. Ren’s eyes closed as Hux slid into him, his face pinched with discomfort. Hux didn’t waste time, working him open with efficiency. He didn’t miss the way Ren’s hips bucked up every time he rubbed over his prostate. Ren’s own cock swelled against his belly and Hux gave him a few quick, rough strokes that pulled Ren’s hips off the floor. When Ren was pushing back against his fingers, Hux withdrew and spat into his palm, stroking his own aching cock.

He pushed into Ren slowly, nearly overcome at the tight heat around him. He gave Ren a moment to adjust before he began to thrust, using Ren’s narrow hips as an anchor. Ren’s face screwed up in agony as Hux’s movements pulled his wounds. Ren’s breath hitched on a sob and Hux couldn’t help but sneer a little. He wrapped an arm around Ren’s waist, pulling Ren tight up against him. Hux knew he should feel shame but having Ren beneath him, unable to fight back or pull away, only made him harder.

He leaned down, brushing Ren’s nose with his own. Ren turned his face away and Hux saw the streaks of tears on his temples, his pale cheeks flushed with shame. Ren’s hands brushed over his thighs and Hux grabbed them, pinning them over his head. Ren arched against him, fighting his grip with what little strength he had.

“Let go,” Ren croaked, fresh tears welling. “Please,” he whispered.

“Shut up,” Hux snapped, tightening his grip on Ren’s wrists. Ren trembled and Hux recognized true fear. This close, he could smell the burns in Ren’s shoulders and the dirt in his hair. This was the power he craved: the ability to make the fearsome Kylo Ren tremble and weep in his hands. He was losing his own control now, thrusting mindlessly into Ren.

Hux’s orgasm slammed down his spine and he buried himself deep in Ren’s ass, half-collapsing as his vision greyed on the edges. Ren moaned beneath him as Hux’s weight landed on his wounds. Hux pulled in several deep, shaking breaths, exhaustion quickly settling over him in the wake of his release. He looked down at Ren, whose eyes were tightly shut, his lashes clumped in wet spikes.

“Bravo, General, well done,” Snoke’s voice echoed through the empty hangar. “I knew you had it in you.” Hux stood and straightened his uniform. It clung to his right side and when he touched it his hand came away red. Ren’s left side and the floor beneath him were streaked with fresh blood, the wound reopened by Hux’s fucking.

“You are dismissed, General,” Snoke said. “You will leave Lord Ren with me.”

“My lord, he requires medical attention,” Hux protested, disappointed at how desperate he sounded. He had used Ren poorly, and now that his lust was satisfied he couldn’t deny his lingering guilt.

“Leave him,” Snoke ordered. “It is time that I cleansed him of his weakness.” Hux looked down at Ren’s unmoving form and remembered how Ren had trembled with fear and shock.

“Yes, my lord,” Hux ground out, managing a proper bow.

In his quarters, Hux fumbled through his foot locker until he found the bottle of whiskey and packet of tranquilizers he kept hidden at the bottom. He downed the recommended dosage with several swallows of whiskey before he stripped out of his ruined uniform. He tossed it into the incinerator and debated throwing himself in as well. Ren’s blood had dried dark along his flank, pulling unpleasantly as he walked.

Hux turned the shower as hot as he could stand it, water rationing be damned. He slid down against the slick steel of the cubicle and let the hot water scald him clean. The water ran cold and his whiskey was gone by the time he’d rinsed the feeling of Kylo Ren’s blood from his skin.

Yes please to idea of waddling pregnant Poe and fluff

i'd write this if i didn't want it so badly

As he recovered from his wounds, he retreated into dreams. Even Snoke could not touch him here. More often than not, his master had encouraged the endeavor: to give in to one's basest desires. To succumb to passion. There was no escape from passion as far as Kylo Ren was concerned. He felt too much and it did not make him stronger; it did not make him good or bad but simply and painfully fallible. Like a man.

In the darkness of his mind, he saw himself before a mirror, naked. The scar across his face was a faint pink line. His torso, broad and muscular, was littered with other scars, some barely healed; some puckered craters or raised ridges of white tissue. His penis hung limp. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he was clothed in black, his face hidden behind a mask. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again, the room was bathed in light and she was waiting for him.

She raised her chin to speak but he forced her mouth shut.

"Do not fight me," he said. "Come closer."

He beckoned and pulled her towards him. She stumbled on bare feet; the sound of a chain scraping along the floor echoed like a scream behind her.

"Let me look at you."

She wore the scanty robes of a slave girl, like the ones he had sampled in hovel bars on lawless planets. He liked naked flesh while he was clothed. He liked imbalances of power always tipped in his favor. He raised her off the floor so their eyes could meet. Her hands gripped at the chain pulled tight about her pale throat.

"You fight me," he said. "You never stop."

His gloved hands grazed over her bare thighs, caressed her buttocks and up her back, his thumbs drawing long trails over the flat expanse of her toned stomach. Her head tilted back in something close to pleasure and he smiled from behind his mask.

"Your body betrays you."

"Please," she stuttered. He allowed her to speak. "Why must you—"

"Because I want to, Rey. Because I can. Because I know deep down inside that you crave it too."

She whimpered as he reached her breasts. He willed their coverings to fall away and tasted each in turn. Her nipples felt like barely ripened fruit, sweet and firm. He let his teeth drag across the quivering flesh. She was perfect. He was hard. He drew her close, one arm wrapped around her waist until she was pressed flush against him. Her head fell back and her throat formed a smooth white arch. Just like when she had lay in his arms the first time they had met. He had stared at her unconscious form for what might have been hours imaging the way she might look and taste, the things he might do. Somehow he had resisted the urge to stroke himself to release at the base of the interrogation table.

But now, here, he could take what he wanted. It was not a lie or an empty threat. This was his reality.

He raised her body higher with the Force, pushed apart her legs with his hands and pulled her nearer. His helmet was gone. When had he removed it? Did it matter? Not really. Not when he could smell her want, see her wetness through the scrap of fabric at her crotch. He breathed her in. He pressed his lips to it. He kissed and sucked and made her writhe until she was calling out his name, Kylo—

"Ben!"

Not here. Please not here.

"Why must you torture me?"

"Don't stop," she breathed. "Please don't—"

He was naked before her, inside her, beneath her, sitting down as she rocked back and forth in his lap. The chain she wore was his chain too. They were slaves to each other, came apart together. He had never come so hard in his life.

"Look at me." She held his face between her hands. She slapped him so that he tasted blood. She kissed him and he saw the light of a thousand stars.

"What happened to my dream?"

"This is what you want," she said. "Don't fight it." His hands replaced the chain around her neck. He squeezed and squeezed. Don't fight it. Look at me. I'm what you want. Don't fight me—

He woke up.

His throat felt sore and he struggled for breath. Wrenching away the sweat-soaked sheets, Kylo Ren looked down to find that he was still only a man.

Gah

So hot I think my brain melted.

They really should write a list! And work their way through it. At least twice. Highlighting their faves for further repetition...

OH, MY HEART

Hot damn. not normally my cup of tea, but this was AMAZINGLY written. Well done.

Yes, please!!! Whoever writes this can have my firstborn.

Rey accidentally destroying a good amount of the First Order's weapons and supplies via Kylo Ren's tantrums

+Kylo watching Rey be extra friendly to someone and losing his shit

You know that Parks and Rec scene where Ron asks Leslie how long she's been sleeping with Ben (hehe)? And Leslie replies, "That’s disgusting. And wrong. I don’t even get– why would– I’ve never had sex with anyone, anywhere. It’s none of your- you have- the nerve, the audacity, Ben is my boss, technically. And he is terrible, face-wise. And how- how- do I know, frankly, that you’re not sleeping with him? Maybe you are. Maybe you’re trying to throw me off? Hmm check and mate."

Maybe Finn asks Rey. Maybe Hux asks Kylo.

lol so I guess you don't want the kid to be nonbinary

yes yes yes yes

i was going to prompt this myself anon but i might fill it instead <3

PROMPT POST #1 - CLOSED

This post is closed to new prompts!

Re: My Immortal fusion, crack

FILL: Implied OT3, 'We Otter Be Honest With Each Other', T for swearing & nudity

Kylo Ren/Gen or Shipping-He takes after his mom

Re: FILL: Implied OT3, 'We Otter Be Honest With Each Other', T for swearing & nudity

Re: FILL: Implied OT3, 'We Otter Be Honest With Each Other', T for swearing & nudity

Re: FILL: Finn/Poe, bottom!Poe: toys, dom/sub, brief voyeurism

Phasma/Kylo Ren

Poe/Finn/Rey - mpreg, fluff

Re: Mini-Fill

Re: Poe/Finn/Rey - mpreg, fluff

different anon

Ben, past Obi/Ani, Ben was named after his grandpa's other great love.

Re: Hux/Kylo Ren, Hux has no idea what Kylo looks like when they start flirting

Fill: Hux/Kylo Ren, Non-con, punishment

Re: Poe/Finn/Rey - mpreg, fluff

Re: Hux/Kylo, Snoke wants them to get hitched

a sort of fill

Re: FILL: Finn/Poe, bottom!Poe: toys, dom/sub, brief voyeurism

Re: Hux/Kylo, tw: self harm

Re: FILL Re: Poe/Kylo Ren smut

Re: Finn/Poe; Poe teaches physical/emotional intimacy

Re: Kylo Ren/Rey, Jealousy

Kylo Ren/Rey + Any

(frozen comment) Re: Poe/Finn, Poe has a kid

Re: Hux/Kylo, tw: self harm