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+ All comments except fills should be posted anonymously.
+ 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.
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+ Anyone, everyone, no one? Use "Other." (e.g. Poe/Other)
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+ prompts should not exceed ~250 words.
+ also, while this is not really a rule I can enforce, please try to limit yourselves to fewer than 5 prompts per page.
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Yes, please. This is also my kink and I'm so sad by the lack of fic for it.

"No."

Feeling his heart beat against his chest, the pounding was so hard that he can almost feel it on his throat. His brows furrowed as he picked up the sobbing man and guided him back to his feet.

Cursing himself of his stupidity and lapse in judgement. Fear suddenly washed over him. After all Kylo Ren isn't offered just to anyone; naked, chained and helpless.

"Go on General, I know how much you want to reign him in."

But Kylo looked even more lost than when he found him bleeding out in the snow. And Hux is had the overwhelming thought of how much Kylo needs him.

No one has ever asked Hux to be strong and good. He was, after all, used to proving himself. To the Order, to their leader, to his father. But here Kylo was, needing him to be strong and good in one look.

On hindsight, it was pretty foolish of Snoke for choosing only communicate with the two commanders of the Finalizer. It is, however, an advantage to them as he offers his coat to the shivering man.

"Everyone is restless." Kylo tells him. He nods and places a guiding hand to the small of his back. Reveling on how fragile and small he looks without his uniform.

They rush to his room, it has enough controls for him to do what he needs to. With a few override, he manages to block all out all incoming and outgoing signals from the Finalizer. He is the General afterall, and the Finalizer is under his command.

Kylo has been rummaging on his closet, lazily throwing pieces of clothing on the bag after picking one to wear for himself. On any other day, Hux would have been irked at the man.

Kylo smiles to him however, strides towards him and gives him and small peck. He guides Kylo to his room, nodding to him, he clumsily grabs his lightsaber before clinging to Hux.

"Let's go."

Making their way to the command room side by side, Hux eyes the slight falter on Kylo's every other step. He's still too weak from whatever the Supreme Leader, no former leader, did to him.

Turning on his lightsaber he nods to Hux.

"You're now relieved of your duties. This ship no longer belongs to the First Order." His voice booms through the speakers.

Everyone looks uneasy, not knowing what to do.

"Everyone is free to take a ship to their destination but I give no promise of safety. Those who are still loyal to the first order are free to go. All trooper's information are released, your family, home, your names, it's now yours."

Kylo stands tall before him, his tremors albeit constant, is almost invisible. He's prepared for the worsts.

Hus isn't sure if he's going to be pleased or surprised when very few people left the ship. Kylo is still tailing him, eyes wild and ready to strike down anyone. Hux took pity on him and placed a his arm behind his back again.

"We're supposed to be leaving."

"This ship no longer belongs to them."

"They can overwhelm us easily."

"Why must you always underestimate me? Go on, rest. We'll leave if we have to."

---

I honestly have no idea what happened. This wrote itself, I guess.

This is turning out to be rather silly. This is short and there'll be more, just wanted to get this bit up before I lose steam.

Rey’s decided that she doesn’t like the Resistance pilot. Not one bit.

Poe. Poe Dameron. The name makes her upper lip curl into a sneer.

Finn adores him, of course. He can’t stop going on and on about how bleeding wonderful Poe is. His eyes positively sparkle. It’s disgusting, makes Rey’s stomach twist into knots like it’s full of angry Mynocks.

He’s so handsome and brave, Rey, the starstruck Finn-voice in the back of Rey’s head gushes. And he’s so talented! He’s the best pilot in the Resistance!

“But is he the best pilot in the galaxy, Finn? I think not,” Rey snarls to the empty darkness of her tiny, cramped bedchambers.

Sometimes she regrets bringing Master Luke back to the Resistance base.

The best pilot in the galaxy was probably Han Solo; Sith’s tits, it probably still is Han Solo, even though he’s been dead for nearly a year.

Rey’s just sick of hearing about how wonderful Poe is, is all. But she’s not jealous. She’s not. If anything, Poe should be jealous of Rey. She gets to train with the greatest Jedi in the universe, let alone the galaxy, and she gets to have Finn by her side. Poe just flies around blasting at things and tries too hard to impress Finn with his ostentatious, entirely unnecessary aerobatics.

Unfortunately, it seems to be working.

Rey tosses and turns in her bed, and mutters grumpily under her breath.

[DESIGNATION:JEDI-IN-TRAINING-REY,] BB-8 twitters at her from the charger in her wall, where it’s currently plugged in, [YOUR THINKING IS TOO LOUD. WE ARE TRYING TO POWER DOWN FOR THE EVENING.]

Rey frowns at the astromech, who’d been dumped off on her for the evening. She likes BB well enough, but it’s yet another reminder of Poe. She practically has reminders of Poe coming out of her ears.

“Go fuck a Bantha,” she fires back at the droid as she punches up a pillow under her head.

BB trills at her angrily, its dome spinning.

Rey pulls her pillow over her head and drowns out BB’s offended blats and beeps.

—

TBC? TBC.

I admit, I'm a lot more familiar with the Hellblazer comics than the tv show, but this was a blast to read! I love the way you've made everything fit together.

headcanon accepted.
+10000000

Just whined for this. ummm yeah... YEAH.

Holy shit this got me giggling like Finn tbh. I can't wait for the next part!!

This was super cute! Great job.

Manhandling is my magic word. Thirded.

Thank you. It's because OP had such a good idea.

I'm sorry but I've been missing the fact that Finn is actually completely and utterly ridiculous in a lot of Finn/Poe fics, and I'd love to see something as close to the movie!Finn's "trying to be cool but failing miserably every time" persona in a fic.

It'd be even funnier if Poe and Finn JUST started dating and now Poe can't even pretend he doesn't know his own boyfriend, so Finn is just an enthusiastic, somewhat socially inept (but always outgoing) and terrible mess who makes everybody laugh with his antics and attempts at being "in" while Poe's palm has smacked his forehead more often than ever before

+10000 Finn catching on to Poe's embarrassment and being sad and sorry about being such a weirdo and explaining that the stormtroopers didn't like him at all either and maybe he's just not meant to fit in, and Poe aggressively reassuring him and comforting him and telling him how he actually loves how endearing Finn ends up being to everybody

This is an excellent prompt. I am desperately in need of more Poe/Leia fics.

( [glance] [glance] [snatch] You are now my RPF bitch. )

"That's it?" Oscar asks, one eyebrow raised. "That's all you want?"

Adam blinks at him. He hears a stiffled sound next to him, and turns to see Domhnall badly hiding a smile behind his hand.

"...Yeah..." Adam drawls slowly, dark eyes darting between the two other men. A light flush spreads from his ears to his face to his neck in the silence. "Unless... Unless that's too..."

He trails off, feeling a hand on his knee, feeling it slide up his thigh. Domhnall is still smiling, but his bright eyes are more pupil than iris now.

"No no, it's good," he murmurs.

"Great," Oscar adds, standing slowly with a stretch. His fingers work at the buttons on his shirtsleeves as he steps closer and reveal his tanned forearms.

"A great start," Domhnall continues as he leans closer to Adam, aiming for the strip of neck between his shirt collar and his long hair.

Adam hums, a little awkwardly, and grants Domhnall better access. His large hand finds a slim hipbone easily. His fingers play at the bottom hem of Domhnall's T-shirt and help it ride up as the redhead situates himself against Adam's side.

"What do you--ah," Adam tilts his head back to rest on the couch. Oscar looms over him, them, so he directs his question upward. In a mumbled rush, he asks, "What do you want me to do?"

Oscar looks thoughtful for a moment. Then his hand lightly traces Adam's cheek and combs through his hair. He maintains eye contact as his other hand ruffles red locks and his chin points to Domhnall.

"Him," he says playfully. Adam's groan is cut short by Domhnall's fingers slipping under his belt, but only briefly, teasingly. It distracts him from Oscar, who is now half-sitting half-leaning on the couch. With his lips inches from Adam's ear, it's clear his voice is growing rougher by the minute. "For starters."

"Nnngg, god, I--please--I..."

Domhnall laps at the hollow of Adam's throat, and over the sounds he elicits he says to Oscar, "Take care of that, would you?" His free hand gesture's vaguely to Adam's jeans.

"Heh, yeah, he looks achingly uncomfortable."

Adam says nothing, nothing coherent anyway, but he grabs a fistful of Oscar's shirt and pulls.

"All right, all right. One dirty fantasy, coming right up."

Not long after that, Adam realized just how tame his request actually was, and just how good a team Domhnall and Oscar were together. Next time he would get one of them to make a suggestion first. Maybe he would be better at fulfilling desires than expressing them.

This is basically exactly the RPF fic I wanted from this movie, hooray for misfire fills!!!

Seconded.

THIS IS EVERYTHING I WANTED. I AM SO HAPPY.

OH MY GOD. THIS IS THE NEW CANON

Another Michigan anon?

"The standard here is ... different." Finn said, his tone kind and careful, as he hovers over his Caw-fee. It is the local delicacy and he is doing his best to warm up to it, even as he winces over a sip; terribly sweet and wildly bitter all at once. His heart thrums in response to the caffeine.

"It's being slaughtered. That's what it is." Snap returns, indignant. They're sitting outside a local water hole, taking a break from unpacking an entire base; at this rate they'd be going for weeks.

"I don't know. I think its rather ... charming." Rey admits, her hands grasping the cup of Caw-fee gratefully; its very different than water. Its not good, but its not bad. She likes it all the same.

"You mean its chah-ming." Poe grins; he's well into his fifth or sixth cup and he's beginning to like this planet.

"Yeah, and the girls here are wicked hawt." Jessika snorts into her Caw-fee, voice dropping into the low cadence of a local.

"I figured it out -" Pow says, his thought cut off by the aftertaste of Caw-fee; he loves and hates it and knows he's going to have a stomachache later. "They're just not saying 'r's."

"Acceleray-tah." Rey says, her brow knit in concentration.

"Trash Compak-tah." Jessika mocks, her accent perfect.

"Ahhhhh-Two Unit." BB-8 trills, and somehow it works.

"Stormtroopah." Finn offers.

"That hawt Stormtroopah put the Ahh-Two Unit in the trash compactah." Poe says in perfect local dialect.

There's a long silence as the accent settles in, followed by howls of laughter. By the end of the week they will all have acquired a shade of the local dialect, much to the chagrin of pretty much everyone in earshot.

*Gee where am I from ...* GREAT PROMPT OP

Excellent.

I wish I could draw because this needs to be a comic.

Not really, cause that prompt seems to be asking for mother/son relationship dynamics and this anon seems to be asking for more commanding officer/subordinate dynamics.

Really really want this! There is zero fics on them

In addition to joking about dating or being together, they're both physically and emotionally affectionate, so people start assuming that they've at least slept together.

They haven't, but they decide to go for it because they like each other and if nothing else, it'll be a nice one time thing.

Pre-TFA: Hux is checking the troops when a spy tries to shoot him to stop the advancement of Starkiller/slow down the first order by eliminating its main strategist. Before the bolt can reach him however Kylo appears from nowhere and stops it like it's nothing, before disarming the spy in a second. Hux finds Kylo's power and efficiency incredibly hot.

+Hux is hot and bothered but pretty embarrassed a spy managed to infiltrate the organisation in the first place and that he's now indebted to Kylo
+Kylo is also embarrassed when Hux genuinely thanks him

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Re: Any/Any BDSM AU/Collars

Mini Fill

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Re: The First Order's Last Hurrah- crack

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Re: The Resistance builds a base just outside your Hometown

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