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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)
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So, Poe has something of a reputation on the rebel base- charming, popular, capable... and also a massive slut. Pretty much everyone's walked in on him getting fucked over some piece of furniture, giving head under a desk, or having a quickie in the showers- and/or done him themselves. There's even rumors that he's even gotten into General Organa's pants... AND her husband's.

Finn is actually massively relieved to find this out. Stormtroopers are expected to take care of each others' needs as they arise, and without his unit he's been feeling rather lonely. Luckily, he thinks he knows just the guy to ask for a helping hand... and a good bending-over, and maybe a blowjob or three.

Optional: Finn, to everyone's shock and surprise, is actually super comfortable with casual sex and becomes Poe's apprentice in sluttiness.

Are you me!?! Because I was literally just coming here to prompt this!!!

Amazing. Thirded.

OMG :DDD

That was awesome and hilarious!! Thank you! (not op)

THIS.

NEED.

Seconded very much!

Exactly what it says on the tin. Poe ends up pregnant after being "interrogated" by Kylo.

tw: implied off-screen torture, injuries from same

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‘Your mission was a disaster and you’re an embarrassment to my teachings.’

‘Yes, Master.’

Hux watched Kylo from the corner of his eye, though he remained at attention. The voice distortion through the mask removed most the emotion from Kylo’s tone, but there were little tells. The clenching of his fists, the rigid set of his shoulders and the hint of an inward curve to his spin spoke volumes about his rage. His rage, and also his fear.

‘General,’ Snoke said, turning away from his apprentice.

Hux’s chin lifted slightly and his posture stiffened further. ‘Yes, Supreme Leader.’

‘The results of your latest training exercise were promising. I do not regret your promotion.’

‘Thank you, sir.’ So that was the game. A rebuke and a commendation presented in front of each other.

‘Dismissed, general. You will remain, my apprentice.’

Hux turned to go, noting that some of Kylo’s rage was draining away in the face of renewed fear. As the doors of the audience chamber closed behind him, he caught the sound of a distorted, metallic scream.

It shouldn’t be possible. Some sort of technology or implant could allow Snoke to reach his apprentice over the gulf of space, but this was something else. Hux didn’t fully understand, or even necessarily accept, the bizarre nature of this Force, but he had seen too many inexplicable things. There was definitely some intangible power, wielded by both the Supreme Leader and his apprentice. It was safer to ignore it, where possible. The only important fact of Snoke’s discipline would be Kylo’s mood afterwards.

Hux and Kylo had an… arrangement. It was stress-relief, a pleasant diversion that retained the edge of competition that was a constant factor between them. After whatever was happening in the audience chamber, Kylo would be even more volatile than usual and probably looking for a target.

///

After his shift on the command deck, Hux made sure to walk by Kylo’s quarters on the way to his own room. It was all part of their understanding. Sometimes it was a detour, and sometimes the door opened before he could even signal his presence. This time door opened and Kylo was stalking back and forth as Hux entered. There was a faint medicinal scent of Bacta in the air and when Kylo turned to face him, there was the slightest stiffness to his movement.

‘Close the door,’ Kylo said.

Hux took a moment to sneer at the imperious tone, before complying. Kylo took off his mask. Beneath, his face was even paler than usual. Hux approached warily and paused within touching distance.

‘Are you even capable of this right now?’ he asked.

Kylo’s fingers tightened around his mask and his eyes narrowed. ‘You have no idea what I’m capable of.’

Hux let his gaze wander up and down Kylo’s form. ‘Perhaps not.’

Kylo put his mask aside and grabbed at the front of Hux’s uniform. The kiss was brutal. Kylo buried his teeth in Hux’s bottom lip until it bleed. Hux hissed and grabbed a handful of his partner’s hair to try and ease the pressure. His other hand swept up Kylo’s back beneath his cloak. Getting at the bare skin under those thick robes was futile at this point, but there was an alternate goal. Hux dug his fingers into cloth and flesh and received a pained gasp. There were definitely half-healed wounds concealed beneath black robes. The colour wouldn’t show old blood.

A shudder ran through Kylo. The next moment he pushed back into the pain, a look of relentless concentration of his face. ‘That’s not going to stop me,’ he said, now radiating an eerie calm. He turned them around and shoved Hux back toward the bunk. There was a lot of unexpected strength in Kylo’s body.

Hux was pushed down, but immediately rose to his elbows. Kylo swung a leg across him and settled gracefully over Hux’s thighs. The earlier stiffness in his movements was gone, but each time Kylo exerted himself, his expression tightened in pain.

Kylo began removing the outer layers of his robes. The movements were almost too quick to follow and ties seemed to loosen almost of their own accord. Hux watched avidly as bare skin, crisscrossed with faint scars, was gradually revealed.

‘You too,’ Kylo insisted.

Hux tore his gaze away from the flex of ropey muscle and managed to remove the top half of his uniform from his supine position. ‘You’ll need to move,’ Hux said, reaching for the fastenings on his pants.

Instead of moving back, Kylo leaned forward for another kiss. This one was gentle; the barest brush of lips, but Hux could feel the leashed violence in every touch. His body responded almost involuntarily. This had never been a smart idea. Hux’s decisions were usually sensible and risk averse, but not this one. Kylo was smart enough not to damage him on purpose, but the threat of an accident was always there. Kylo lacked Hux’s rigid control, especially when he was in an unstable mood, after being reprimanded and still hurting from his master’s discipline. The taste of danger just made Hux harder.

‘Do you ever get tired of being contrary?’ Hux asked when Kylo pulled back for a breath.

‘Not with you.’

Hux scoffed and Kylo finally shifted back and reached for the fastening on Hux’s pants. The garment was discarded, leaving them both naked. It was always a little too cold in Kylo’s quarters, but at that moment neither of them felt anything beyond the brush of bare skin.

Hux reached out to bracket Kylo’s hips. His fingertips encountered raised skin and the heated flesh of half-healed injuries. Kylo stilled for a moment, tension settling in his shoulders. Hux kept his touch gentle, just skimming down across the damaged sites.

‘No wonder you had trouble moving. You must have really disappointed the Supreme Leader.’

Kylo scowled. ‘That’s a Sith matter and it doesn't concern you.’

‘It sounds more like your failure and—’

Suddenly it was hard to draw breath. Hux’s hands reflexively lifted to his throat but there was nothing there. Kylo was looking down at him. His fingers were crooked and there was a dangerous gleam in his eyes. Hux struggled not to scrabble at his neck as he gaped, desperately trying to breathe. He knew it had been foolish to bait Kylo, but it was second nature between them and he couldn’t regret it, even now.

The lack of oxygen began to affect him. His muscles were weak, starved of energy. He could hear his own heartbeat thundering in his ears and his vision started to darken. Just at that moment, the pressure around his throat disappeared. Hux’s chest rose and fell in gasping breaths. Kylo watched him silently. Hux stared back, wide-eyed. His erection hadn’t flagged, if anything he was harder than before. The danger and the panic had twisted into something treacherous that coiled around his spine and went straight to his cock. Hux wanted to feel that again, much to his shame. Worse still, he knew he would have to ask for it.

He let his eyes slide closed. He didn’t want see Kylo’s reaction to his request. ‘Do it again.’ He swallowed. ‘Please.’

There was a long pause before Kylo spoke. ‘Look at me,’ he said, his voice deceptively soft.

Hux opened his eyes. The look of satisfaction and malevolence on Kylo’s face made Hux’s pulse jump. Then the pressure around his neck returned as Kylo twitched his fingers. Hux twisted where he lay, his body fighting for breaths he couldn’t draw. All the while, Kylo watched him intently, eyes skipping across his face, the straining tendons in his throat and his fingers digging into the sheets. The pressure eased again and Hux gasped.

‘I think I like watching you writhe,’ Kylo mused aloud. Without waiting for a reply he palmed Hux’s cock and once again cut off his air. The steady pressure around Hux’s throat and the harsh drag of Kylo’s palm was unbearably good. He came embarrassingly fast, pushing into Kylo’s hand and struggling to breathe past Kylo’s intangible grip. Kylo continued stroking him, only releasing him completely as the sensitivity began to turn to pain.

The next thing Hux registered was Kylo kneeling up above him, stroking his own erection. Dark eyes traced the path of his throat, his heaving chest and the mess of his own release. Kylo’s eyes stayed on him, even as he gasped and shuddered through his own orgasm. Hux grimaced at the additional fluid now coating his chest. Kylo gave him a smug look, but passed him a scrap of cloth. That was the extent of any consideration between the two of them.

Hux wiped himself off and began picking up his uniform. As he picked up his pants, he caught a glimpse of Kylo’s back. Even with basic medical treatment, the wounds still looked raw. However, the most chilling aspect was the neat, deliberate placing of each mark. Hux forced himself to stop staring.

Playing with Kylo was playing with fire all on its own. Mixing in this dangerous and unknowable Force was clearly worse. Kylo was a mistake—Hux’s most irresponsible and reckless decision—but even with the lingering pain in his throat, Hux knew he’d be back. And that Kylo would be waiting.

seconded!!!

This was lovely and sad anon! Thanks for sharing

I need this too. Please somebody write this!

I never realized I needed this fic until now.

OP here! Man, that was good and hot. Just what I wanted. Thank you for writing this! :D

Kylo finds out about the OT3 and decides that the New Order has to have one too. Whether it's a propaganda competition or a porn battle (or something else) is up to the writer.

Obligatory de-aging fic. One of the trio doesn't get de-aged and has to look after the other two.

How he sheds Kylo and becomes Ben again.

what it says on the tin, bonus for semi-public.

Oh my God, I can't decide who would be the biggest mess having to look after the other two.

Poe, who thinks it's all hysterical and fun until "WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M NOT ALLOWED ON MISSIONS UNTIL THEY'RE BACK TO NORMAL?!?!?"

Rey, who turns into a giant overprotective mama bear and terrifies everyone around her because "NOONE TOUCHES MY BABIES!!!"

Finn, who just runs around like "WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I FEED THEM POE GET DOWN FROM THAT SHIP WHERE DID REY GO WHY IS NOONE HELPING ME?!"

Kylo sitting on Poe's face.

The angry, darkside threesome that I never realized I needed. In which Phasma would spend half the time keeping Hux and Kylo from murdering each other.

And the other half firmly domming them like a boss.

Rey spanks Poe after he endangers himself during a mission

Because Oscar Isaac's growl does things to me. Something prompts Poe to get *really* intense and possessive during sex, and Finn loves every filthy second of it.

I love this!

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Poe/Finn, Poe/Others- Poe is the Rebel Bicycle

Re: Kylo/Ben&Poe, playdates

Re: Kylo Ren/Rey, forced marriage

Re: Kylo/Ben&Poe, playdates

Re: Rey/Kylo Ren

Re: Kylo Ren/Rey Soulmates

Re: Omega!Rey/Alpha!Kylo

Re: Kylo Ren/Rey - Crazy For You

Kylo Ren/Poe, mpreg tw: noncon

Fill: Hux/Kylo Ren, breathplay

Re: Kylo Ren/Poe, mpreg tw: noncon

Re: not at all smutty fill

Re: General Hux/Kylo Ren

Re: Hux/Kylo, they're both virgins

Re: Fill: Hux/Kylo Ren, breathplay

Kylo/Hux/Phasma, Finn/Poe/Rey - competition (crack/humour)

Gen, Finn and Poe and Rey (+others) - Deaging/kidfic

Ben Ren, gen

Poe/Finn, dry humping

Re: Gen, Finn and Poe and Rey (+others) - Deaging/kidfic

Kylo Ren/Poe, face-sitting, dom!Kylo tw:non-con, humiliation

Re: Kylo/Hux/Phasma, Finn/Poe/Rey - competition (crack/humour)

Rey/Poe - fem!dom, spanking

Poe/Finn, possessive!Poe

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