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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.
+ 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.
+ don't hijack other people's prompts.
+ 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.
+ reposting prompts is currently not allowed.
+ no prompts based on real life tragic events. e.g: 9/11 au, concentration camp au, etc
+ PLAY NICE

Comments

Kylo/ Finn, Kylo/ Hux, Kylo/ Trooper, Kylo/ Male!Someone - Macro/ Micro

[(Anonymous)]

After a weapon test failure, someone gets shrunken! Kylo decides to take full advantage of that person's size. Big!Kylo x Small!Whoever

Preferable a random stormtrooper actually. I think it'd be kinda funny. xD

+ For whoever to be a blushing mess, unsure of what Kylo's doing to him.
+ Kylo is really into it and kinda wants the male to remain in that size.
+ Kylo giving the small person giant kisses after toying with him in his mouth and even snuggles the small person afterwards.

(Someone maaaaaay have a macro/ micro kink....)

Any/Any - JB-007 and James Bond switch places

[(Anonymous)]

anything with this crossover.

Snoke/Kylo Ren, Macrophilia

[(Anonymous)]

Giant Snoke fucks Kylo Ren with his giant finger.

Any consent level is fine.

Re: Snoke/Kylo Ren, Macrophilia

[(Anonymous)]

jesus christ.
+10000000 i love it

Force tentacles

[(Anonymous)]

During another fight between Kylo and Rey they both let their Force abilities go out of control... However because of their lustful thoughts about each other Force creates tentacle monster which traps them both

Poe/Kylo forced to fuck, TW: non-con, pain

[(Anonymous)]

Poe and Kylo are captured by space pirates and forced to fuck for their entertainment.

Optional points:

+mutual reluctant h/c

+Poe volunteers to bottom

+Kylo's PoV

+they were friends(but not lovers)/knew each other as children

(+not enough lube, so it is super painful)

(+humiliation talk by the pirates)

[Fill] Take a Deep Breath 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

I suck at titles.

Dub-con/non-con; two characters forced to have sex

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Kylo’s head is pounding as he slowly regains consciousness and with it comes a sense that something is wrong, missing even. He’s in too much pain to try and figure out what it is at the moment, and decides instead to let out a groan to convey how much pain he is in (decide is a strong word, the groan is involuntary).

“Careful Benny, you’ve got quite the bump on your noggin there.” The voice is familiar in a comforting way and Kylo allows himself to relax. Obviously he’s in a safe place for the moment. Now he just has to wait for one of the medics to give him a shot for the pain.

It takes Kylo’s mind a moment to wrap around the name that he’s been called and when it registers his eyes fly open and he tries to sit up to glare at the person who dared to call him ‘Benny.’ He’s quite surprised to look up into the tired face of Poe Dameron, a man he hasn’t seen since Kylo had interrogated him on the Finalizer.

“Dameron.” Growling is a good way to convey his irritation and Kylo makes sure to stress how irritated he is.

Dameron only grins at him; Kylo notices his split lip and bloody gums as he does. “Guess you’re really awake now. Before you ask we’re on a pirate ship, they picked me up inside of the Devaron System, I don’t know where they picked you up but you must have put up quite the fight because you were unconscious when they brought you in here.”

Kylo blinks in surprise, and also to try and adjust his eyes, he didn’t think Dameron would be so forth coming with their situation. “What do they want from us?”

“Beats me, they haven’t made any requests yet, in fact other than when they threw you in here I haven’t caught a glimpse of them.” Dameron shrugs and gestures to a tray on the floor which contains to glasses of water and two bowls of some sort of broth. “Droid delivered that an hour ago, I would have tried to get out but they activated these.” He holds up his hands which are cuffed together, Kylo should hear an echo of the electromagnetic pulse within them through the Force but realizes quickly that he can’t.

Jerking to a sitting positing, he ignores the way it makes his head throb as he tries to reach out for the Force only to feel nothing. Several more desperate attempts yield the same result; somehow he has been cut off from the Force.

He doesn’t notice Dameron looking over at him with some concern; he’s forgotten he’s there until the man speaks. “What’s wrong?”

It’s a testament to how unnerved he is that Kylo answers his question. “I have been cut off from the Force.”

Dameron frowns, “That’s a little worrying, what kind of pirates have access to force blocking technology?”

“Either very rich pirates or ones who were prepared to capture someone strong in the Force.” Neither option is particularly appealing; rich pirates mean they do good business, and that bodes ill for himself and Dameron, and prepared pirates mean he may have been targeted specifically.

“I was on a special mission so I wasn’t in any recognizable ships, I’m half sure they picked me up just because I was alone. BB-8 wasn’t even with me.” Kylo fights back a look of distaste at the mention of Dameron’s droid, that piece of bolts has caused him way too much trouble. “They recognized me once they got me out of the cockpit; afterwards I was shoved in here.”

Kylo was on no such mission; he’d taken a small ship off the Finalizer simply to get away for some personal training. It was possible the pirates did not know who he was because he had yet to replace his lost mask. “I do not believe they know who I am, they could have a Force sensitive on board who sensed my powers but that does not reveal my identity.”

“Well that’s something, not sure what, but I guess we’ll find out when our captors tell us what they want.” This means that they’ll have to wait, something Kylo has never been particularly good at. Dameron closes his eyes and leans against the wall appearing the picture of calm, without the Force Kylo can’t tell if it’s a front or not.

The two of them are silent as they wait; Kylo has lain back down and covered his eyes with an arm to block out the light. He knows that he has a head wound but a cursory check had revealed nothing more than a bump and some dried blood. He’s just beginning to sink into something between sleep and a meditative state when Dameron suddenly speaks up.

“This reminds me a little of the time that we got stuck in the Falcon when we were young. Do you remember Benny?” Dameron asks and Kylo can sense his gaze on him. “We climbed under the flooring during a game of hide and seek; gut lost and then got stuck. It took your dad and Chewing two hours to find us.”

It’s one of Ben’s memories but Kylo recalls it, he remembers being excited at first and then scared because it was dark, Dameron had kept him calm. “Do not call me Benny, that boy is long gone Dameron. If you are to address me you will refer to me as Kylo Ren.” The words don’t hold as much anger as Kylo wishes they did, but he’s sure he gets his point across.

“Poe.” Dameron replies brusquely. “If we’re being picky about names during a possible life or death situation then you should use my name Ren.”

A nerve on Kylo’s forehead twitches as being called Ren so familiarly, only Hux uses his name like that. “Very well Poe.”

Kylo know he’s being antagonistic on purpose and it’s not going to help the situation, but his head hurts and being trapped with someone that Ben Solo grew up with, someone Ren tortured recently, is not pleasant. He’s not sure if he considers himself lucky when the door to their shared cell opens effectively cutting off any further conversation.

“Show time pretties.” A large slug like xeno says with a disgusting leer. “You can cooperate and come without a fuss or we can do this the hard way.” One of its arms holds a powerful tazer and the other what Kylo suspects may be the controls for their binders. “If you even thinking about trying to fight it won’t go well for you.” There are others in the hall behind the xeno, Kylo can hear them moving.

Glancing over at Kylo, Poe goes over and offers him a hand up. “It’s better to pick your fights when you know what you’re up against.” He whispers as Ren grasps his hand and accepts the help to stand. Kylo wants to fight but without any weapons and cut off from the Force it will be more difficult. Poe is right in that it will be better to take stock before making a move.

The two of them exit their cell and follow the slug down the hall of the ship their on, Kylo can hear the engine running beneath them as they walk. There are two guards on either side of them and four behind them; which makes seven guards including the slug. Kylo tries to take in everything he can see as they’re marched toward their destination, beside him he can see Poe doing the same.

They’re brought into a large room with a caged off area in the center; the walls of the cage are tall, they go almost up to the ceiling of the ship and they crackle with electricity. If they’re placed in there, escaping is going to be difficult. There are a number of different peoples gathered in the room; Kylo estimates it could be as high as many fifty.

“Welcome guests.” A tall man steps down from a throne like seat and Kylo recognizes him as a Vagaari a race known to be notorious slavers. The man isn’t addressing Poe and himself, instead he’s speaking with the gathered group.“As you can see we have two wonderful specimens today, picked up freshly within the few galactic days. I can promise you a great show tonight.”

Poe is frowning, his eyes darting around the area. “Are they going to make us fight to the death?”

The slug laughs harshly, “You’ll see.”

Without any more preambles they’re ushered toward the cage and eventually shoved into it. If it weren’t for the electric field they could climb the walls of the cage easily enough, but even from almost the center of the caged area Kylo can feel the strength of the electric field. As he’s examining the area he notices the holocorders that are trained on them.

Kylo’s attention is reverted to the Vagaari as he starts speaking again. “As you can see here, we have to male specimens of the utmost quality. I have it on good authority that our smaller male is the esteemed and highly sought after Resistance fighter Commander Poe Dameron. Our taller specimen is an extremely powerful Force user of unknown origin. Have no fear his Force powers have been subdued and he will pose no threat to us. Without further delay let the show commence.”

Their cuffs disengage and fall to the ground, leaving Kylo and Poe standing face to face with no idea of what’s supposed to happen.

“It seems they’re a little shy, why don’t we give them some encouragement!” The Vagaari calls out to the crowd. “What do we want to see tonight?”

The cat calls and suggestions start immediately and Kylo feels his heart drop because it’s very obvious that they don’t want Poe and Kylo to fight at all.

“Bet the taller one has a nice cock, the smaller one should suck it til he gags!”

“Fuck him till he screams!”

“Let’s see some mutual cock sucking!”

“One of them should cry!”

“Make it hurt!”

Kylo tries to squash the rising sense of panic that he is feeling; he was fully prepared to fight Poe to the death, Poe represents his, Ben’s past. Killing him would lead to another link to that past removed as well as a blow to the Resistance.

“Ren.” Poe’s voice snaps Kylo’s attention away from the words and requests being hurled at them. “I’ll do it; you don’t have to worry about anything.”

What is he talking about? What will Poe do? Kylo’s memory is thrown back to all the times that he and Poe got into trouble as kids, ‘I’ll do it; I’ll take the blame.’ Poe would always say, even when it was Ben’s fault. Kylo isn’t sure why but the words make him feel nostalgic and worried at the same time.

Poe straightens up his shoulders and winks at Kylo. “If you recognize my name then I’m sure that most of you know at least a little bit about my reputation.” The words earn him hoots and cheers from the gathered crowd. “My partner is a little shy so why don’t I give you a bit of a show while he takes a moment to relax.”

As he watches in shock as Poe reaches up and begins to unbutton his flight suit, tugging it down in an overly suggestive manner for the entertainment of the crowd. Kylo is certain that he’s the only one that can see the way Poe’s hands are shaking despite his cocky attitude.

Behind them the crowd is in a frenzy of delight as Poe sways his hips and shimmies out of the flight suit, leaving him in a black undershirt and compression pants. Biting his lips Kylo stares transfixed as Poe slides his hands down his body in a sensual motion before grasping the bottom of his shirt and ripping it off in one quick motion. It’s impossible not to follow the movement of Poe’s hips as he rolls and his arm in a circular motion before tossing the shirt into one corner.

The crow obviously loves the show by how loud they’re cheering, and Kylo is ashamed to realize that he too is reacting to the exaggerated strip show.

“Looks like tall dark and handsome is finally starting to show some interest, and how could he not with the fine piece of ass in front of him.” The host of this so called entertainment calls out. “Maybe he’ll get a little more involved now!” Kylo can read the undertone of the threat in the man’s voice and when Poe turns to face him, he knows that Poe did as well.

It takes a considerable about of effort for Kylo not to take a step back as Poe comes toward him; it’s undignified that he should be afraid of this man, particularly when he’s mostly naked. “Don’t worry Benny,” Kylo can’t pull up the anger to snap at Poe for calling him that, not when Poe’s hands are coming up to cup Kylo’s face and pull it down to him. “I’ll do all the work; you just sit back and relax.”

Suddenly they’re kissing and Kylo’s brain has shut down completely, at least until he feels fingers pulling at the clasps to his pants and undoing them. “W-what are you doing?”

“You have to trust me.” Kylo wants to argue with that logic, they’re enemies there should be no trust between them, but Poe has always been a friend as well. It was all too confusing for Kylo and so he surrendered control to Poe with a nod.

Poe grinned up at him before sliding down to his knees and pulling Kylo out of his pants. His brain shorted out when Poe wrapped his lips around Kylo’s half hard cock and gave it an enthusiastic suck. Kylo’s groan of pleasure was loud throughout the room as the broadcast of what was going on was increased. It was disconcerting but Kylo was detached from it all, the only thing that registered was Poe’s mouth around his cock and how glorious it felt.

It was easier not to think about where they were and what was going on around them, it just brought back the knowledge that they were helpless for the time being.

Kylo runs his hands through Poe’s hair, knotting his fingers in the tussled strands and pulling him closer, faster than Poe was probably prepared for with the way he gagged around the length of Kylo’s cock. “Sorry.” He hisses, loosening his grip so that Poe can pull back and ignoring the hoots of delight that the sound of Poe gagging elicited from the spectators.

“Make him choke again!”

“Shove that cock down his throat!”

Poe squeezes Kylo’s hip to get his attention and Kylo looks down to see him nod silently telling Kylo to give them what they wanted. It’s possible that their lives may be dependent on how well they perform right now.

Nodding back, Kylo tightens his fingers once again and jerks Poe’s head back before slamming it back down on his cock. It feels heavenly and it’s not that hard to lose himself in the sensation and the way the noises Poe is making drive straight into him. It takes very little time for him to thicken and become fully erect.

On one particularly harsh thrust has Poe’s throat spasm around him and the smaller man pushing away from him to sputter and cough harshly. Kylo watches cautiously, wondering if he should offer some for of comfort. It’s somewhat fascinating to watch him, there’s drool running down Poe’s face from what had occurred, it should not be arousing but Kylo finds that it is.

Male version of slave bikini

[(Anonymous)]

either for Poe or Ren
like http://pre06.deviantart.net/46aa/th/pre/i/2015/357/a/b/genderbent_slave_leia_by_sleevia-d9l9bly.jpg
might be part of bondage roleplaying game. Kudos for adding sex toys to mix)

Re: Male version of slave bikini

[(Anonymous)]

http://tfa-kink.dreamwidth.org/1082.html?thread=24890#cmt24890

This fill from prompt post #1 might be what you're looking for: Poe in a slave bikini :D

Omega!verse Kylo-broodmare

[(Anonymous)]

So I've had this idea running around my head and I don't know if it's already been posted (I doubt it would have been but apologizes if if has).

Basically Kylo is an omega in a version of the verse where omegas often have multiples at each birth and Snoke decides the best use of him is to breed him again and again trying to obtain as many force-sensitive babies as possible. Whether that was the plan all along or Kylo throws one too many tempter tantrums and therefore becomes more of a liability then a useful tool (or any other reason TBH) is up to you.

TBH I just want Kylo dealing with the fact that he betrayed the light-side and is now a glorified broodmare but if you want to add plot (which I'm totally cool with + encourage): by the time the plot of the movies comes around he's had a fair number of litters and comes discovered by the heros and they rescue him or something IDK.

Re: Omega!verse Kylo-broodmare

[(Anonymous)]

Yep, want this.

Poe/Kylo or Poe/other(s), rape and captivity aftermath

[(Anonymous)]

Everyone's favourite "Poe is captured and raped" plot only he is rescued several years later (i'm thinking from 2 to 5), during all that time he served as pleasure slave for Kylo/others. Focus on his recovery.

Rape/torture doesn't need to be graphic.

Kylo/Hux, Kylo has a Vader tramp stamp

[(Anonymous)]

How does Hux react? Does it turn him on or does he feel the need to cover it with his hand whenever they do doggie so that he doesn't lose his boner? (From having to see that Kylo essentially has his grandpa's face tattooed on his ass?)

Re: Kylo/Hux, Kylo has a Vader tramp stamp

[(Anonymous)]

cackling

Phasma/Matt the radar technician

[(Anonymous)]

Phasma thinks the new guy is kind of cute, in a dorky way.

Re: Phasma/Matt the radar technician

[(Anonymous)]

The crack ship I didn't know I needed, but now need very much! Seconded!

Gen or C-3PO/R2-D2

[(Anonymous)]

C-3PO doesn't deal well with R2-D2's shut down.

Re: Gen or C-3PO/R2-D2

[(Anonymous)]

Aw second.

Kylo Ren/Poe- Matt the Radar Technician

[(Anonymous)]

While Poe's being held captive, Kylo decides he's into him and wants to start a relationship. The problem: Poe hates Kylo's guts. The solution: start hitting on Poe in the guise of Matt the Radar Technician.

Re: Kylo Ren/Poe- Matt the Radar Technician

[(Anonymous)]

I love this. Everyone needs to date Matt the Radar Technician!

Leia/Rey, first time

[(Anonymous)]

Rey is a virgin. She wants her first time to be with Leia. Bonus if they haven't been in a relationship previous to this. Super bonus if it happens on the Falcon.

Re: Leia/Rey, first time

[(Anonymous)]

YES

Leia/Rey, bathing

[(Anonymous)]

Rey's never had a real bath; Leia can help with that. Can lead to sexy times or not.

Leia/Phasma, height difference

[(Anonymous)]

Plasma can lift Leia up for some against the wall sex.

Re: Leia/Phasma, height difference

[(Anonymous)]

Obviously I meant "Phasma" there instead of plasma, but I'll read anything with Leia

Rey/Leia, pin-up

[(Anonymous)]

Rey finds a photo of Leia circa the original trilogy in a locker on the Falcon. She is not unaffected by it.

(frozen comment) Finn and Resistance; Finn is a master chef

[(Anonymous)]

Stormtroopers were responsible for their own sustenance, often having to earn it through battle or favors. They got by with very little, and FN-2187, ever the empathetic one, began studying cooking through secret watching the cooks and by secretly asking and observing cultural cooking when planetside. After years of learning through his childhood, he grew quite competent in making the most delicious, flavorful meals even when there wasn't much around, part of the reason the FN unit was always so energetic.

Cue his time at the resistance. Poe and Rey are gone, and he's going stir-crazy while recovering. He heads down to the cafeteria to see what the cooks get up to down there, and he is horrified at...frankly how bad they are. This is the food of the resistance? It's cold, it's bland, there's no color. Granted it's a recent base so maybe cooks weren't a priority in hiring process, but this will not stand.

And the others, rather than being annoyed, are quick to accept this fascinating passionate yet adorable guy sweeping through and making a mess of it. And man...Finn is absolutely amazing to get them to eat the slop they make. Coordinating with imports and using his diplomacy to get a hold on fine meats and vegetables, Finn vows to make this the best damn food that heroes like Snap, Jessica, Leia, Rey, and especially Poe eat. He becomes one of the most popular guys on the base for his culinary skills and his friendly manner in assisting people and always mingling with them. The cafeteria is unwittingly Finn's restaurant.

Cue Poe and his friends and Rey coming back, surprised that the cafeteria is absolutely filled with people raving and actually having a good time. They are shocked to see Finn in a cook's apron and server get up (though he still looks absolutely good if Poe would say so) being mister funny and mr social. He vows to be their personal server for the evening...and damn isn't it all so delicious.

Rey is emotional that Finn would prepare something so delectable for her after a lifetime of scavenging, and Poe is just in awe at how a man taken for 23 years could be so helpful and catering to other people.

Bonus: Poe has feelings for Finn, and maybe Rey does too. But it's subtle. The romance is not the centerpiece. :)

(frozen comment) Re: Finn and Resistance; Finn is a master chef

[themodawakens]

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Leia/Rey, sex in public

[(Anonymous)]

Maybe Rey distracts Leia during a meeting or galactic conference call. Maybe something happens in the cockpit of the Falcon while it is docked and other pilots and mechanics are all around.

Re: Leia/Rey, sex in public

[(Anonymous)]

It starts when Rey pulls the ties out of her hair, loosening first the bottom bun to let the dark strands dance across her shoulders, then the middle, and finally the last until she shakes her head and a wave falls into her face, only to be blown away by a puff of air from her mouth.

Leia looks back at the flickering blue hologram on the console in front of her. She really doesn’t need Ackbar to stress how important these connections she’s courting during this trip are to the Resistance, but she listens anyways.

Or tries to.

Rey shrugs out of her gray vest and tosses it to the side, before settling down on the bench across the room.

Leia half watches her, half the weathered Admiral.

Rey stretches out her long legs before toeing off her boots. Fingerless gloves follow the boots; she peels first one long leather glove down her forearm, then the other.

She stands and flexes her toes against the cold marble of the floor.

Leia trails her own toes against the floor under her desk, brings her hand to her mouth and briefly bites at her finger.

She shifts the leg she’s drawn up underneath her, listens as Ackbar cites numbers she’d calculated herself weeks ago.

She watches Rey’s nimble fingers unbuckle her belt. She sets the light saber attached to it aside with more care than she had the rest of her things.

Rey’s fingers disappear under the hem of her undershirt.

Obviously she’d been loosening the drawstring at her waist. Without her vest, the neck of her undershirt gapes open as she bends to slide her pants down, slowly stepping out of one leg and then the other, before kicking them away.

“Don’t--worry, old friend,” Leia assures the holo, warns Rey. “I won’t leave here without the ships we need.”
The corner of Rey’s mouth crooks.

Statura’s figure replaces Ackbar’s. More bleak numbers she already knows.

Rey stretches her arms above her head in what could have been an innocent gesture if she hadn’t glanced up at Leia to be sure she was watching—and if the move hadn’t pulled her undershirt up over the top of her hips to reveal that it was currently all she was wearing.

“Stop.”

“I’m sorry? General?”

Leia stared back into the Garelian admiral’s confused face, shook her head, and covered, “Just stop . . . no, need to waste either of our time. The numbers haven’t gotten any less dire since I left.”

Rey’s shirt falls to the floor and she’s unabashedly naked in front of the curved glass wall. Her hands are spanning own ribs when Leia glances back at the desk.

“Thank you. I’ll send a report first thing in the morning.”

She hits the control to end the call before Statura has a chance to respond.

Rey’s hands have made their way to her breasts when she smirks at Leia like she’s won a battle of wills.

Leia rises from her chair, walks towards Rey.

“By all means, don’t let me stop you,” she says. “But if you’re still intending to be my escort tonight, you really should be getting cleaned up.”

Leia leaves a trail of heavy silks in her wake, calls over her shoulder, “We’re in a bit of a rush.”


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The near scalding water of the shower comes down in a torrent from the ceiling, like being caught in a downpour. Leia stands under it and slicks her long hair back from her face, deliberately taking her time and arching her back so her breasts rise with the motion.

Rey is stood stock still with her toes barely touching the tiles. It isn’t a blow to Leia’s ego to know that she’s still as equally in awe of the sight of so much water as she is of her naked body.

She knows exactly the effect the two together has on Rey.

“You’ve been behaving so badly today,” she scolds, voice dripping with authority. “Disrupting a general . . . disobeying a princess.” She stresses the last word until it’s almost a purr. “So many reasons for you to be on your knees right now.”

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Rey’s gangly limbs are deceptive. Just underneath is all sinewy muscle, enough for Leia to trust the girl to hold her up against the slippery tiles when she crooks a knee over Rey’s shoulder and tangles her fingers through her hair.

Rey mumbles, “I’ve got you,” against her inner thigh like she knew what Leia was thinking and it only makes her tilt her hips a bit more, grip at the back of Rey’s head a fraction harder.

Leia still marvels at how quickly the girl had learned her body; though, she really shouldn’t, not given the way Rey handles the Falcon like she was born at the controls and a light saber as if it’s an extension of her body.
Rey’s teeth tease right over her clit, followed by the warm tip of her tongue.

She raises up on tiptoe to press herself harder against Rey’s mouth and is rewarded by the flat of Rey’s tongue trailing the length of her labia.

She moans and Rey is practically devouring her.

All the gods of the galaxies bless her talented girl and her oral fixation.

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A flicker starts deep inside, like it always does.

It would be so easy to fall into it.

It takes every ounce of her finely-honed self-control to push Rey away from her and lower her unsteady foot to the floor.

The door to her suite chimes with perfect timing.

Rey grunts, pushes her back against the tiles again with such force that it’s tempting, so very tempting—but Leia grabs Rey’s chin before her mouth can venture lower again, until she’s looking up at her and blinking against the shower’s spray.

She uses her thumb to wipe Rey’s lower lip clean.

“I wasn’t kidding about being in a hurry.”

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Rey is shooed off into one of the adjoining bedrooms when the small fleet of stylists descend.

Perfumed and powdered and painted, fussed over all in the name of beauty—this was the kind of pampering Leia has secretly learned to miss over the years.

Her hair is piled into the customary buns—a style that is meant to let no one forget the planet she still represents even though it is just an empty space on the map now. The number of smaller braids that twist and knot around them is new, and maybe she’s a little glad that generals don’t require quite so much styling on a daily basis.

The silk robes, though, that are draped around her, those feel much nicer than the Resistance uniforms.

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A green-skinned woman laces a wide belt around her waist to give the flowing fabric shape, complimenting her on how the ensemble lifts her breasts and flairs her hips, how the wine color compliments her fair skin. She’s fussing with the long cascades of Leia’s sleeves when a voice calls out, “I’m not wearing this!”

Leia shares a look with her stylist.

“It’s the one we talked about earlier?” she asks.

“Yes, your highness.”

“Good.”

“Leia! I can’t wear this—in public.”

“Thank you,” Leia says. “I think we have it from here.”

The staff disappear just as Rey stomps into the room. She looks directly at Leia and says, “No,” just in case Leia had missed her earlier complaints.

“What’s wrong with it?”

Rey looks down at herself, sweeps her hands along her sides distastefully: “It’s see-through.”

The way her brow is furrowed, the stubborn set of her lips—stained crimson for the occasion, leaves Leia laughing as she pulls Rey deeper into the dressing room.

“No. It’s not.” Leia stands her in front of a wall of mirrors. “Look,” she insists.

As Rey studies herself in the mirror, Leia notes with pride that the dress looks exactly like she imaged it would on her—rather like Rey’s lanky frame has been encased in the most delicate, black spider’s web, tapering down each slender arm and hugging her skin from her throat to her skin, until it flared ever so slightly at her knees.

“See,” Leia says as Rey turns to one side and then the other, still appraising herself critically. “There’s not a single angle that’s actually sheer. It’s an illusion.”

The fabric looks like it would dissolve at a touch; the spaces between the netting match Rey’s skin perfectly.

Leia runs her fingers down Rey’s arms. Rey shivers but the dress stays intact.

“You look tall and strong.” Leia’s eyes fall to the curve of her ass, so elegantly accentuated. “And soft in just the right places,” she adds.

Rey’s brown eyes meet hers in the mirror, growing ever darker.

“You’re escorting a princess tonight. Don’t you want to look worthy?”

******************************

As they’re in the transport to the banquet, the city spread out beneath them in lights of every color, Rey asks, “Are all princesses such a pain in the ass or are you just special?”

Leia narrows her eyes and bites back a laugh.

The protocol droid escorting them ignores the exchange.

“I think you’ve been spending time with the wrong sort of people lately.”

“Pilots, Jedi, generals.”

The transport banks for landing and Leia sways on her feet. Rey’s hands naturally grab her by the hips.

She hasn’t let go, has actually pulled her a little closer, when they settle down to land on a rooftop.

“You have to let go of me some time,” Leia teases.

“You don’t really want me to.”

Leia pries Rey’s hands from her waist, turns and caresses the side of her face.

“Such a smart girl.”

Rey rolls her eyes but follows Leia into the lavish hall just the same.

******************************
The flattering fit of Rey’s dress has the desired effect, eyes casting over her figure in appreciation, measuring them together, the princess turned general and the girl from Jakku, and approving.

Rey fidgets under the attention until Leia takes her elbow and whispers, “I remember what it was like to be the one in the room everyone wanted. Just enjoy it.”

Rey smiles down at her in that way she has that’s made her late for more than one meeting back on D’Qar.

“You’d genuinely be surprised if I told you how many of them still do, wouldn’t you?” Rey asks. Her eyes scan the room. “Most of them because you look amazing tonight.” She says it like it’s blindingly obvious. “For some it’s the prestige, the power, you carry with you. It’s attractive.”

Leia feels a hot flush of want and regrets not letting Rey finish in the shower.

“One or two of them just really want to fuck Vader’s daughter. I’d stay away from them if I were you.”

******************************

When the food arrives, Rey stares at it with wide-eyed wonder. She licks her bottom lip unconsciously and Leia can’t help but think back to the first time she had seen that look on Rey’s face. It’s flattering to know that her breasts elicit the same reaction as seven different kinds of dessert.

Rey has a mouthful of something chocolate before she looks to Leia to see if she’s committed some sort of social faux pas.

Leia shakes her head.

“This is all for you. Since you seemed so hungry earlier.”

******************************

Most of the evening is swallowed up with political talk, with massaging egos and walking the fine line between pleading and threatening for support.

It’s what she had come for, what she had spent more of her life than she would care to reflect on doing.

In the end, she has promises of resources from three separate planets and steals the last bite of cake from Rey’s plate.

******************************

She has Rey bent over the desk from earlier, the delicately-woven fabric of her dress rucked up to her waist. She isn’t in the mood for teasing anymore, and judging by how easily her fingers slide inside her, neither is Rey.

She draws her hand back until only her finger tips remain inside, presses them forward again when Rey draws out the two syllables of her name.

Her nails bite into Rey’s left hip as she tries to hold her still; her other hand is busy insuring that Rey can’t.

She likes the unmistakably wet sound of sex, of her fingers advancing and retreating and being swallowed up in silken warmth.

She says, “This is why I brought you,” punctuates her statement by twisting, thrusting her fingers harder.

“I know,” Rey hisses. “You’d—miss me.”

The absolute truth of that statement leaves her driving her fingers into Rey until her wrist aches.

******************************

There are little crescents of blood under her nails that form a knot in Leia’s throat. She wipes her hand on her robes and the stain disappears into the fabric.

Rey is still leaned over the desk trying to catch her breath.

She’ll cut her nails tomorrow.

Right now, she pats Rey on her bare hip and tells her to get undressed.

******************************

The laces pull easily out of the belt at her waist as she sits on the edge of her bed. Her robes are as easy to shrug off.

“I was rough with you,” she admits, smoothing her hands up the plane of Rey’s stomach to reach her breasts.

“You were.”

“Let me make it better.” She lays back against the bed, pulling Rey with her. “Come up here.”

Rey straddles her waist and dips her head to her breast. She pulls a nipple between her lips, lathes her tongue across it and bites down hard enough to make Leia gasp and almost forget her apology.

She tugs against Rey’s thighs.

“No. Come. Up. Here.”

******************************
Leia barely tastes her before Rey hitches against her face.

“I’m going to smother you one day and everyone will hate me,” Rey laughs down at her.

“It hasn’t happened yet.”

******************************

All it takes is a little nudge with her mind, a carefully timed flick of her tongue and Rey is bucking against her mouth and keening her name like a litany.

******************************

She is not smothered, though Rey’s leg is thrown over her chest and very near her throat. She nips at the top of Rey’s knee because she can.

******************************

Rey rolls on top of her and kisses her until she’s doing some very un-princess-like squirming to get Rey’s thigh pressed between her own. Instead of snaking their way between their bodies, Rey’s fingers span the side of face; her forehead drops to Leia’s and it’s like suddenly being enveloped in every minute particle that had made up every moment, every possibility, of the day.

All the possible Leia’s collide, come together.

******************************

Leia finally sucks in a deep breath and says, “Fuck.”

“General--”

She really has only herself to blame for Rey’s behavior.

Finn/Poe/Rey, V poly relationship, Pacific Rim AU

[(Anonymous)]

Not sure exactly how this happens but I'm thinking that Rey and Poe are jaeger pilots who are both dating Finn. Maybe Finn and Rey apply to be pilots but this other guy turns out to be a better match and Finn is bitter but Oh No He's Hot? Maybe Poe is looking for a (new?) co-pilot and Finn suggests this cute girl he had to talk to Poe about anyway? Maybe Poe and Rey are co-pilots who need to figure out a solution to having a crush on the same guy because it is Really Interfering With The Drift? Maybe something else?? The possibilities are unlimited! I am just such a fan of platonic jaeger pilots and of this ship, anything about this will make my day.

+ Poe and Rey explaining in every single interview that they're not dating (with varying degrees of patience)
++ Finn has a job in the Shatterdome and his work is affected by the emotional strain when both of his partners are fighting kaiju
++++ Nobody dies

Re: Finn/Poe/Rey, V poly relationship, Pacific Rim AU

[(Anonymous)]

Holy hell, this is a brilliant prompt. Seconded!

Kylo Ren/Hux- Kylo's a virgin and a prude

[(Anonymous)]

Kylo is scandalized when he happens upon two Stormtroopers having sex, and tries to report them for punishment. Much to his surprise, Hux just rolls his eyes and apologizes to the Troopers. Turns out the First Order doesn't mind their personnel having sex, as long as it's done willingly and it isn't a blatant abuse of power.

Kylo Ren, tho, is a giant prude, and assumed sex was a forbidden subject. He's even more scandalized when he suddenly realizes that practically everyone is having sex but him. It doesn't help that Hux has taken to teasing him mercilessly after discovering his discomfort on the matter.

It takes him an embarrassingly long time to realize that Hux has actually been flirting with him.

Re: Kylo Ren/Hux- Kylo's a virgin and a prude

[(Anonymous)]

this is so cute. +1

Finn/Poe, eager and willing sex slave Poe, Yavin 4 sexy folk tales

[blackruzsa]

So on Yavin 4 there is an old warrior's tradition (not really I'm making this up for sex reasons, just to be clear)

Wherein a warrior whose life is saved by somebody who is on the enemy side must give his life to serve that "enemy" and give them comfort and pleasure for all their days.

It's an old, legendary tradition remembered in their folk tales and hero stories, and the adult versions include the fact that most of these transactions primarily involve the warrior giving themselves sexually to their savior, since honor and kindness/compassion where you didn't expect to find it is apparently extremely sexy to people on Yavin 4

So POE, who's very proud to come from Yavin 4, who was saved by a guy who was supposed to be his enemy (who he's also extremely attracted to, btw), wants to honor this tradition by giving himself as Finn's very willing and eager sex slave.

+10000 Poe greeting Finn naked and open, and reclining on his bed in their shared quarters
+10000 Poe pretty much ready to drop to his knees and suck Finn off anywhere without shame
+1000000 Poe being pretty much public about it, not in great detail but enough that people know exactly what's involved in these old Yavin 4 hero stories
+100000000 Poe telling Finn about his favorite hero/ enemy savior stories, which are often also seen as extremely romantic in their culture

Re: Finn/Poe, eager and willing sex slave Poe, Yavin 4 sexy folk tales

[(Anonymous)]

I'm considering filling this... Do you have any preferences as to how Finn reacts? Because if I filled it I could kind of see this going in a "clash of cultures"/miscommunication/etc. direction, with Poe being eager to carry on the Yavin 4 tradition but Finn being somewhat reluctant or uneasy because he grew up with much different experiences in the First Order (and them working the kinks out out).

Poe/Finn modern au [racism mentions in prompt]

[(Anonymous)]

Inspired by the line from Inside Llewyn Davis when Oscar Isaac's character is told "shave the beard, stay out of the sun and you might make it" or something to that effect.

Poe and Finn dealing with prejudice, racism, and everything else poc often have to endure in our every day lives, but finding comfort in each other.

Hux/Kylo, post-coital

[(Anonymous)]

Established relationship of any kind. Mainly interested in languid Kylo and lazy Hux. Neither are in a hurry to get dressed and leave or go back to work.

Optional bonuses/ideas: aftercare, overly sensitive skin, erogenous zones, hoarse voices, playing with hair (esp softly after rough treatment earlier), talking about nothing important (no shop talk in bed), etc.

Sounds so fluffy, I know. Kinda need that right now.
Oh, and I'm not picky about top/bottom. I see them as a switchable pair.

Fill: The Taste of Blood and Kisses

[(Anonymous)]

I put it up on AO3, I hope it's the fluff you needed :3

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5842069

Ren has asthma, gen

[(Anonymous)]

He doesn't just wear the mask for looks alone. It acts like a respirator like his granddad's.

He also force-chokes people because he hates how weak & helpless he feels when he does have an attack, so he wants to pass along that wretched feeling.

Re: Ren has asthma, gen

[(Anonymous)]

I love this, +1

One-sided Poe/Han, Childhood Crush

[(Anonymous)]

A lot of people have taken the information that Leia was Poe's childhood hero to mean that Poe had a crush on her, but I prefer interpret things a little differently. He wanted to be LIKE her - to go on adventures, save the galaxy, and marry a ~dashing smuggler~ like Han Solo.

Cue sixteen year old Poe, already developing a reputation among his classmates as a smooth, dreamy flirt, being turned into a stammering, blushing disaster-child when Han Solo himself comes to talk to the young pilots-in-training.

+ Han either being completely oblivious or highly amused
+ Chewie teasing Han in Wookie
+ Poe realizing that Han is actually a Big Huge Nerd, and subsequently developing A Thing for Big Huge Nerds
+ Them meeting again when Poe is an adult

Re: One-sided Poe/Han, Childhood Crush

[(Anonymous)]

YES YES YES YES YES.