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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.
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yesssssss

boy howdy am i interested in this.

honestly as a descendant of padme "is there even such a thing as 'too much'" amidala i expect nothing less of kylo.

Via some sort of plot bullshittery, Gray Jedi Rey finds Darth Maul's saberstaff. Seeing as she's better with a staff than a regular lightsaber, she hangs onto it. Because the Force works in mysterious ways, Maul's spirit is bound to his weapon and he occasionally pops into existence to observe Rey when she's training with it. Eventually he starts giving her tips that wouldn't work with her Jakku-staff and they bond over their preferred weapon. They can be friends or end up as something more, I just want to see these two interacting.

They have a thing going on where Kylo gets fucked by random people while Hux directs and watches from his chair.

+1 this is brilliant and I need it

This idea has never occurred to me until you brought it up and I want nothing else but this now
+100

So our six intrepid teens (Rey, Finn, Poe, Ben (‘it’s Kylo!’), Hux, and Phasma) are in detention; and with the worst teacher in school (some say) Mr. Snoke to boot. Will they bond and discover the true meaning of friendship? Or will there be cherry bombs and near death experiences all around?

You can make it modern or do it in the SW verse, just have fun with it.

I’d prefer Gen and to have Rey and Ben/Kylo not be cousins; but other than that anything’s fair game.

Yes please!

+10000 boy oh boy i'm about this

Brendol Hux II's father only gave him three things in his life: a second-hand name, a second-hand legacy in his Stormtrooper program, and a crippling sense of inadequacy. Daddy!Kylo does his best to rectify that, telling Hux what a good soldier he is, how proud he is of him (how good he looks riding his cock, etc).

Cause we've had a fair few prompts about Kylo's daddy issues, let's have some of Hux's.

Bonus ideas
-for Hux in an academy cadet uniform and Kylo in a Commandant one.
-the whole thing was Kylo's idea that he cobbled together from bits and pieces of memories and fantasies he dug out of Hux's mind (and Hux was a mix of angry-embarrassed and touched-aroused when Kylo first brought it up)

a!a, I don't know if can write guro for this universe but I really would love your ideas for inspiration :-)

hhhhhh i'm lovin this prompt, anon. +1

YES PLEASE!!!!

Oh no. Ohhhhh no. I need this. I need Hux winning at the Daddy Issues Olympics.

Oh no, I want this. I feel like it goes hand in hand with luxurious bedclothes?

WOW what a good fill! i love how shameless kylo is about calling hux's name. perfection.

*pained whimpering*

This is short but devastatingly effective. ;_;

What it says on the tin. Luke can be morally grey, benevolent dictator, straight-up Dark Side, or just a human being giving into his worst impulses.

Maybe Luke is Emperor of the Republic and Poe is a captured pilot whose devotion and spirit Luke finds appealing. Maybe Luke borrows the Empress's new favorite consort on occasion. Maybe Poe was brought up in the Imperial Republic and hero-worships Luke so much he'll do anything that Luke says will "preserve the peace." Or maybe it's still canon-setting and Luke is simply jealous of Leia taking Han from him -- twice -- and begins subtly manipulating her most trusted subordinate for his own purposes.

Would prefer persuasion and Poe being willing rather than outright mind-trickery, but anything is fine with me.

Oh man, poor Poe :( Really looking forward to the next part, anon!

The first order messed with his brain so he follows direct orders of people in high commands. Can be funny but then it gets abused pretty quickly.

is it part of a new first order training regimen? is it to get his Dark Force Powers a-flowin'? is it punishment from the resistance? is it just because watching kylo squirm is a good time for everyone??

the reasoning is up to you, i just need kylo restrained, desperate, and talkative, begging to come and willing to give anything up for it.

(i'd love if the person edging him were hux or poe but honestly it don't matter. write what's in your heart :') )

I AM THE WORLD'S HAPPIEST OP. Because oh my god these two are cute, and I want them to immediately get married and adopt babies. THANK YOU.

Ren has liked Hux for ages, but hasn't the faintest idea as how to go about wooing him. Queue Ren going undercover as Matt the Radar Technician and seeking advice from random people. He implements most of the frankly awful ideas to varying degrees of success. At first, he mainly succeeds in confusing the hell out of Hux.

Rey is just as focused as he remembered her being. Her smile is bright and unforced, though, and she doesn’t ask him a damn thing about how he’s doing beyond normal conversational pleasantries. It might be rude in some other context, but she looked serious when she shook his hand and thanked him for protecting Finn, and for freeing would-be slaves.

He doesn’t feel heroic, but she helps him feel less...stupid, really, is the word for it. He should have done more, he thought at night, could have done more. She seems to think he’d gone above and beyond normal duty.

Sometimes she grabs Finn’s hand while they talk like she doesn’t even notice it’s happening. He wonders if she’ll get to continue, if Luke expects the same ruthless detachment from her that he expects from himself.

He hopes not, for Finn’s sake. For Rey’s sake, really.

Poe eats a late lunch with them. He doesn’t have much of an appetite but he has firsthand experience in taking Symoxin without any food in his system -- he doesn’t want to do it again. He does wonder how long he can survive off fruit juice and pastries, because everything else tastes like nothing and is hard to choke down. His throat and jaw still hurt, too.

Finn and Rey are talking to each other again, bodies angled in. He doesn’t say much because he doesn’t have much to say -- the two of them seem like they’re completing a circuit and he doesn’t want to divert and of that energy to himself if he can help it. Besides, he needs to keep his own energy in.

He picks at his food until he catches his own name in the conversation.

“Huh?”

“You asleep?” Finn waves a hand in front of his face

“Sorry, I was just...somewhere else?” Poe isn’t sure when he drifted away from the conversation, but his ears burn at being so rude.

Rey shrugs. “You seem like you have a lot on your mind.”

Poe glances between her and Finn and feels even less hungry. He doesn’t know what she knows either, maybe everyone on base knows and that’s why they’re treating him with kid gloves.

“It’s just the painkillers,” he says with a smile that she only half returns, looking thoughtful.

“You’re keeping up with those, right? Doc says it’s important to not put extra stress on your body while it’s healing.”

Poe blinks, but then Finn should know -- he’s spent more than his fair share of time in medbay.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Some people had to learn the hard way,” Rey says, elbowing Finn, and they laugh.

“I remember,” Poe says, but it was less funny to think about now, Finn pushing himself because he’d never been rationed enough medicine before.

“Speaking of the good doctor, I’m going to leave you two alone -- I have to get my bacta patches changed.”

It’s not true -- he has at least another hour before, but it’s a good enough excuse to give him some alone time.

They wave him off, all smiles, and he feels a little bad but the expectation of talking is too much for him to deal with. He retreats to his quarters - he’d traded space for privacy and never appreciated it more than now. He strips down and climbs into bed, curling up in himself.

Poe lays on his side, because he can’t lay on his back, and wonders if he’ll feel like this even after he’s healed, like he’s underwater. Like his skin is raw and fragile.

In the ‘fresher, he catches himself in the mirror and realizes he has no idea what his body is marked with. His hips are bruised deeper than he’d known, from the table edge and various hands. The superficial cuts have all but healed - probably bacta application when he was unconscious in the medbay. But it doesn’t do shit for bruises, which dot up his ribs to his collarbones from thrashing on the table.

He has one huge bruise on his left cheek, maybe from a punch? Poe feels slightly queasy when he touches it, presses it. In the mirror he sees his bandaged wrist and wonders if he should examine them more thoroughly.

There’s marks on the back of his neck, on his shoulders, and he slowly turns to see there’s some bruising still on his ass.

He starts breathing again when he looks up to the bacta patch, effectively obscuring whatever horror lay underneath.

“No wonder everyone’s worried,” he murmurs, pressing on the bruise on his face again. The bags under his eyes are dark. He looks like he feels, beat up and blurry around the edges. He presses against his hip bones, closes his eyes as the ache rises to the surface. There are still fingermarks in his skin.

-

Dr. Kalonia helps him with his shirt, and he settles onto his stomach. She snaps on gloves slowly pulls the bacta patch off the wound.

“Can I see it?” he asks. He’s mumbling, looking at the ground, but she hears him.

“It’s fairly gruesome,” she says, “You won’t like it.” She dutifully picks up her tablet, though, and snaps a photo of it.

It’s oozing, red, raw, and round. He can’t make out the slavers’ insignia -- the unburned flesh inside is inflamed by proximity. The skin around the brand itself is dark, sharp-looking. Looking at it is sickly hypnotic -- he feels a tightness in his chest and panic claws at his vision. He wants to throw up, shoves the tablet back at the doctor.

“I’m sorry,” he says, gasping for air. It’s humiliating -- it’s only his own skin.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” she says, and she pats him on the other shoulder before moving beyond his field of vision. She dabs gently at the brand, clearing off the old bacta and adhesive, and he shudders. His stomach feels cramped.

It’s just skin, he tells himself, it’s just an injury, it’s nothing. He’s got burn scars from other tortures, from dogfights. Hell, he still has a thin line on his face.

“Where’s your shadow?” Dr. Kalonia asks, a welcome and calculated distraction.

He shrugs a bit, careful not to move too much.

“Rey is on base, so they’re probably amusing themselves.” He hopes so -- he likes how they smile at each other freely. “I’m probably not the most fun to be around right now.”

She snorts behind him. “You’re doing plenty fine, considering the extent of your injuries. I think they’ll forgive you for being a little low-energy.”

“It’s not that bad,” he says automatically, because he wants to believe that. He’s walked away from worse crashes.

She clicks her tongue at him, and he can feel the cool, soothing bacta being applied to his skin, firm hands running the circumference of the patch. Her hands still, and she takes a deep breath, steadying herself.

“I’m going to be blunt with you, Dameron: just because you didn’t incur any significant physical trauma from the sexual assault doesn’t mean you came out of it unscathed.”

Poe winces and closes his eyes, trying to swallow down the humiliation, and the anger, that conversation is happening.

“I know you don’t want to hear it, and Maker knows you don’t want to talk about it, but in my experience you’ll move past it faster if you do.”

“What’s there to talk about?” Poe asks. He sounds hoarse. “I don’t want to act like it’s some great tragedy that we got out alive.”

Dr. Kalonia moves to his feet, undoes the bandages at his ankles to replaces them with new ones.

“You talk about how you’re feeling. It doesn’t take a Jedi to sense the anger you’re carrying.”

Poe laughs darkly.

“I feel awful, okay? It was fucking terrible, and I feel awful because I look at Finn and I can’t help thinking about it, about everything. I just want to be left alone.”

“I’m sure your friends would give you some space --”

“I shouldn’t be mad at them for being worried about me! They’ll just worry more if I do, anyway.” Poe curls his hands into fists. “My pilots especially can’t think I’m fucked up about it.”

There’s a long silence and Poe’s vision swims, the tiles of the med bay floor warping as he stares at them.

“Doctor, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-- I’m sorry.” He can feel his cheeks heating up with the shame of it, snapping at someone whose literal job is to helping him. It’s the same awful feeling when he recognizes his anger at Finn, and it all makes him feel even sicker. It’s like there’s something dark left inside of him.

“It’s fine, sweetheart,” she says softly, patting his calf. “You can’t let it build up like that. You might say something far more regrettable.”

“You can sit up now,” she says, and she helps him do it.

“I did want to tell you that your blood tests came up clear. You didn’t contract anything from your time on that ship.”

And, Poe feels dizzy again -- he hadn’t even thought about that, didn’t consider the possibility. It’s like all the worrying he could have been doing hits him in a rush.

“Oh, okay,” he says, even his voice shaky. “Thanks.”

She unwraps his wrists and frowns at him. “Try to keep these out of the shower as much as you can,” she says. “You only have to wear the wraps for a day more..”

He stares at the rings at his wrists. The raw sores on them are scabbed over, healing moved along from the doctor’s salve. But the bruising was deep, felt like it went down to the bone in some spots, and that would be a stark reminder once it wasn’t covered up.

“Sure,” he says.

“I know it’s a lot to process.”

Do you? Poe thinks, uncharitable, and then he frowns mostly at himself.

“I appreciate your concern,” he says, trying not to move as she finished up his left wrist.

“Kiddo, you’re doing fine. It’s only been a few days.”

Time feels too elastic for that though, like he’d been on that ship for a year, yesterday, but also weeks ago.

“You’ll get through it,” she says when she’s done. “Make sure you get some sleep.”

-

Poe dreams of the spice mines of Kessell, dark and ominous, spice glinting in dark and damp tunnels. They go on forever, dirt shifting colors under his LED flashlight, but there’s no other light. There’s no sky. There’s only the occasional faceless slave, colorless figures who stare at him with deep holes where eyes should be. They don’t speak, but they point, sometimes.

The sharp pain in his back snaps him awake -- he’s rolled on his shoulder in the night. He’s sweaty and his room is empty and there’s no one he has to save, nothing he has to do.

He rolls onto his stomach and tries to forget.

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any/Kylo, Hux/Kylo, voyeurism & exhibitionism

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Gen - Breakfast Club AU

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Re: Finn/Poe/others - surprise orgy, dub-con

Kylo/Hux - daddy kink, praise kink

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Re: [FILL]: discontinuity

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