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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

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The '+'s are a really typical kink meme thing that have been around forever. If people have been around other kink memes, it's likely that they'll use it here too. There's probably a lot of people around who use them so don't take them as some sign of who is posting or not. That's just asking for trouble.

People do though, which is why someone warned the OP about posting too often, because it looks the same as the way other posters are doing it. using an individual format is just a way to side step that in future.

In an AU where Ben didn't turn Dark, he still struggles to control his volatile emotions... Until, while training, he accidentally discovers the mind-numbing, emotion-blunting, energy-sapping power of exercising for hours and going without food. He kind of likes the way it makes him feel nothing, aside from tired. Luckily, his Uncle Luke is there to notice something wrong and help set him right again.

People copy formatting they see around. A lot of kink memes end up having really uniform looking prompts because a style forms.

Being on the lookout and trying to determine how much a certain prompter has posted leads to shitposting, which has already been here in spades. The little reminders I see around never do much good because assumptions are made and people can get pissy.

Not the person you're replying to but agreed. I keep seeing anons trying to play police and it worries me.

(a/n: probably MUCH less h/c and angst than you wanted, but I got this in my head & so here we are)

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There was an unmistakable, large lump of black fabric on the floor of the cell. Poe’s mind raced: it’s a trap, don’t go in there, shoot him in the head to be sure and have done with it, go, go, go, get out—

“Hey. Hey, asshole.” No response. Great. Poe took a step toward him and was pitched forward as the ship listed to its side. Another of the ship’s alarms started shrieking; Poe almost didn’t notice it over the racket his own internal warning bells were making.

He dropped to his knees, scrambling over to the body and flipping it over. The mask was cracked, possibly from a collision or possibly from a blaster shot; Poe didn’t care, didn’t have time to find out either way, tossed it aside. Underneath, it was—yeah, it was exactly who he thought it was. Blood-caked hair, pale face parted by a broad scar (nice job, Rey), eyes shut. He was breathing, at least, shallow, wheezing breaths.

Poe shook his shoulders roughly. No response. Of course not.

Oh well. For his own good and all. Poe hauled back and slapped him sharply across the face.

That did the trick: Kylo Ren’s eyes shot open and his body surged up against him, only to flop back down onto the floor of the cell, like a fish out of water or, more to the point, like a man with a head injury and a gaping, jagged wound pulsing blood through his various layers of clothing and onto the floor.

"Can you walk?” Poe snapped.

Kylo Ren’s eyelashes fluttered sluggishly at him. “Wh—what?” he said, clearly still confused, most likely concussed, which was just what Poe needed. He strangled a groan of frustration.

“Can. You. Walk?”

Kylo Ren just blinked up at him, and Poe rolled his eyes upward, cursed himself, his luck, his parents, and basically any and all positive experiences and influences that had brought him to this place and compelled him to make this choice.

And then he grabbed Ren’s arm, hauled him up from the ground, and ignored the low, muffled moan of pain it elicited. He wrapped an arm around Ren’s waist, jabbed his blaster into the approximate source of all the blood that was still flowing out of him. Ren’s poorly stifled yelp was not as satisfying as he’d hoped. “Come on,” Poe hissed. “I’m getting you out of here."

Ren made a slurred, gurgled noises that sounded about halfway between “What?” and “Why?"

“Great question,” Poe said, back already screaming from having to support the weight of a gigantic, useless child swaddled in what felt like acres of wet black wool. The answer was, of course, that he had no fucking clue.

*

“Stop right there!” he heard behind him, because of course. That was just the type of thing he needed to hear, only steps away from the last functional escape pods on a doomed ship, while half-carrying, half-dragging the half-dead wannabe Sith Lord he’d decided to rescue. Why not.

He turned around, slowly, forcing Kylo Ren out ahead of him. There were two stormtroopers in front of them; their armor was slightly dinged, but the aim of there blasters was steady. The clean-up crew, Poe assumed: canon fodder left behind to make sure there was nothing of interest left on the ship, before it blew.

Poe sighed. “Okay, look, fellas, I know you don’t want to shoot me—"

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” said Kylo Ren, hazily, and Poe resisted the urge to roll his eyes. But he was right; the blasters trained on his every move showed no signs of hesitation. On the other hand, they hadn’t shot him yet.

Desperate negotiation it was, then. “Do you know who this is?” he said, nodding at Ren. The stormtroopers didn’t acknowledge him at all, which honestly worked in his favor. “Kylo Ren? Of the Knights of Ren? Your Supreme Leader’s favorite shiny play thing?” Ren made a slightly weepy, indignant sound; Poe gave jabbed him again, lighter this time, but pointed. “You let us go, or I shoot him,” Poe said, reaching up to force his blaster against Ren’s head. “Might even shoot him anyway. Which one of you wants to explain that to your commander?"

It was difficult gauge the reaction to that, what with the helmets and all, but steady aim of the the blasters focused on him seemed to drift, slightly, toward the ground.

“Or…” he said, and he felt a suddenly renewed amount of attention on him.

“Or?” snapped the stormtrooper on his left, who was maybe an inch or so taller than his cohort; Poe decided to call him “Stretch”, at least for the rest of their association.

“Well—” The ship pitched sharply to the right, nearly throwing the four of them off their feet. The lights flickered off, and the dim back-up lighting hummed to life as Kylo Ren’s body nearly knocked him to the ground; his two new friends reached out to steady each other, and then jolted apart. “Your ship here's almost done for—"

“And whose fault is that, rebel scum?!” snarled the shorter of the two; Stretch waved an arm at him, in an automatic hush, you kind of way. Ah, thought Poe. Yeah, he could work with that.

“Just the four of us here. Just the two escape pods left,” he said, nodding toward them. "Who d’you think the First Order’s gonna be more worried about tracking down, this one,” he sneered, nudging Kylo Ren forward. “Or the two stormtroopers that…died...” he emphasized, aiming a significant look at Stretch. “Tryin’ to keep him from getting away?"

Stretch stared at him (Poe hoped; obviously, he could’ve been staring at the wall behind Poe, at Kylo Ren, or, to be honest, closing his eyes and taking a quick power nap to gather up the energy to shoot them both, instead). Poe stared back, doing his best to project cool confidence and just enough world-worn commiseration.

Then Kylo Ren’s knees buckled and Poe had to drop his blaster, and his gaze, in order to steady him. When he looked back up, Stretch gave him a brief nod, lowered his own blaster, and, after another moment of hesitation, took off his helmet, and let it drop to the floor. He looked even younger than Finn, dark-haired and black-eyed, tan skin wan under the ship’s artificial light.

His partner turned toward him and gasped in shock. “What are you—"

“Come on,” Stretch said, grabbing his arm, and dragging him toward the nearest escape pod. He kicked the door open and pushed his friend in.

“But we—"

“Shut up,” he called down, sounding almost gleeful, then glanced at Poe, a smile wavering on his face. “We’re getting out of here?”

Poe grinned back. “You’re getting out of here,” he said, would’ve added something even more encouraging, except Kylo Ren chose that precise moment to practically drop into his arms, all forty-so apparent tons of him. Poe almost collapsed under the weight, and looked up to see Stretch actually take step toward him, as if to help. Boy, he sure knew how to pick them. Or how to randomly run into them, at least. “Go,” he said, to Stretch, who threw him a quick salute and then disappeared into his shuttle.

Poe stifled a groan as he felt his vertebra fuse, and wrenched the door open. Scanned it quickly as he dragged Kylo Ren inside: tiny, no division between the cockpit and the passenger bay, which contained four bunks and a couple of bins that he hoped contained rations and medical supplies, or else they were both screwed.

“Roomy,” he couldn’t help but snark, slamming the door shut behind them. One of Kylo Ren’s feet caught around his ankle and almost sent them both sprawling onto the floor. Poe winced as he tried to steady himself, and Ren grunted in pain.

“You’re a terrible liar,” Ren murmured, voice tight and pained.

Poe let himself laugh. “Everyone's always saying that."

“I cannot believe that worked."

“Me neither," said Poe, cheerfully shoving him into a bunk, taking the minimum of care to make sure not to injure him further while buckling him into place, one set of straps over his shoulders, another across his waist, and a third his ankles. “But it never hurts to try.”

“I knew we should’ve gone with clones,” Ren moaned, under his breath.

“Clones are people too,” Poe called back, hurriedly going through the decoupling sequence; he’d learned his lesson on that one.

Ren muttered something else, managing to sound both sullen and delirious. Poe shook his head as the escape pod shuddered distressingly, readying itself for the jump into deep space. He caught sight of the other shuttle streaking in the opposite direction, and had about a second to wish them luck, before the ship exploded around them and sent their pod rolling, ass over tea kettle, into the darkness.

Yeah, Poe thought to himself, gritting his teeth. This had been a terrible idea.

*

“What was it you said to me that time?” sneered Kylo Ren, as aloof as a prone, shirtless man with blood-matted hair and a blood-soaked bandage around his torso could be. Which was not much, but Poe had to admit the guy was giving it his all. “Your interrogation technique could use some work?"

“You think this is an interrogation? Buddy, this is a reality check."

“I’m not your buddy."

“Okay, Ben,” he said, holding back a smirk as Ren scowled at him. "The explosion took out the hyperdrive on this thing, and I’m flying on one-and-a-half of four engines. Your First Order friends made sure there was nothing inhabited within less than a three day trip from here. You lost more blood than I’d’ve thought you had in you, and the shuttle’s medkit is almost literally bare bones, so chances are about 50/50 you die before I even get back you to a resistance base. I’m doing my best to keep you alive, here, which is more of a courtesy, frankly, than you gave your father."

“I don’t have a father,” he hissed, eyes narrow and suspiciously shinny.

“No, I know,” Poe said, matter-of-fact. “Because you murdered him."

Kylo Ren huffed at him, and rolled over to face the wall, no doubt straining the wounds Poe had done his honest best to suture, or possibly tearing them open again; Poe couldn’t really find it in himself to care.

*

“We’d met before, you know?” Poe said, casually; Kylo Ren still wasn’t speaking to him, but he’d finally sat up, and was eyeing the meal pack Poe had thrown at his head like he might deign to open it. “I mean, before the whole…mind-fuck thing." There wasn’t much of a reaction to that; maybe slightly less of a glower, or maybe Poe was imaging things. "You probably don’t remember. It was a long time ago. You were a lot less…” Poe makes a broad, sweeping hand gesture, meant to encompass the sheer seize of the man, his multitude of sins, and his truly unpleasant personality. “…this."

Ren’s face contorted sourly, and his gaze dropped. “Yavin 4,” he said, eventually, and Poe tried to ignore the swift punch of fear that hit his stomach. “I remember."

“Good,” Poe said, keeping his tone steady. “Because I do too. And that’s the only reason you’re still alive.” He sighed, and leaned back into his bunk, closing his eyes; it wasn’t like he could really sleep, not around Kylo Ren, but it did his spine some good not to spend it hunched over the controls of the ship. He ran a hand through his hair. "Well, that, and because the general seems to think there’s still some good left in you. Force knows why."

"That’s why you’re doing this?” He looked over. Ren was staring at him, something strange and unsettling (more so than usual, anyway) simmering in his eyes. “My mother?”

“General Organa—"

“You’re not really her type, you know,” he sneered, and Poe resisted the urge to smack him again.

Stood up instead, thighs twinging at the effort, and smirked down at him. “Haven’t you heard, Ben?” he said, and winked. “I’m everybody’s type."

*

“I could kill you, you know."

Poe glanced back; Kylo Ren was standing behind him, looking unsteady and at least a decade younger, with a blanket draped around his bare shoulders. The bandage around his torso was clean, which was a good sign, but his hands were trembling, slightly.

Poe sighed, and nodded toward the co-pilot’s seat. “Sit down."

“Did you hear me?” Ren said, tone wavering between petulance and disbelief.

“Yeah, did you hear me? Because look, if you fall over, I’m not dragging your ass back to bed. Just gonna leave you there on the floor. Step right over you on my way out."

Ren huffed, but—to Poe’s surprise—actually slouched into the seat beside him. Poe could feel the concentrated power of his glare against the side of his neck.

“So?” he said, calmly.

“So?” Ren snapped. “So what?"

“So, what’s stopping you? From killing me, I mean. If that’s really what you want to do."

Ren had no answer to that. Just stared straight ahead, wrapped in that thin grey blanket, glowering at the stars.

“Where are you taking me?” he said, finally.

“Neutral territory. We’re being met by a medical convoy.” Because like hell he was taking a First Order ship straight into a resistance stronghold, but also, he wasn’t about to inflict Kylo Ren on an entirely innocent medical population.

“Will my—will the general be there?"

“I don’t know,” Poe answered, honestly. “I sent out a transmission. Haven’t received a response.”

“And what did that...transmission say?"

“That in a final sweep of a First Order prisoner transport ship we were liberating, I found you, in a cell, bleeding out. Left for dead, apparently.” He snuck a peripheral glance toward Ren; his gaze had dropped to the control panel in front of him, and his fingers were twitching, like he might want to reach out and touch something. “You ever fly one of these before?"

Ren’s head jerked up, like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t've. “No,” he said, and got up as haughtily as he could, given the blanket around his shoulders.

Poe sighed, and let his focus shift back to the stars.

*

It took another four hours to get to the drop off point, a tiny, insignificant moon full of nothing but scrubby brush, red earth, and an outpost that made Niima look like a hub of metropolitan sophistication.

He was asleep when they arrived. The blood in his hair had crusted, leaving brown flakes on the thin pillows; the bruises on his shoulders had begun to fade, and the wound in his side had long since stopped bleeding. He looked a mess, of course, but slightly less of one than when Poe’d found him.

“Hey,” Poe said, kneeling beside his bunk. He didn’t stir. Poe rolled his eyes, and lightly grasped his shoulders. “Ben.” There was a large hand was around his wrist, suddenly, and a set of wide, dark eyes fixed on his. Poe met his gaze with a steady look.

“Did we make it?” he said, voice soft and strange.

Poe nodded. “Yeah."

His lips twitched, as if trying to remember how to smile. His eyes searched Poe’s face. “What else?"

Poe dipped his head toward the open door of the shuttle. “Your mother’s outside."

His grip on Poe’s wrist tightened. “Oh,” he said, and didn’t seem otherwise inclined to move.

“Come on,” Poe sighed, and dragged him, yet again, to his feet. “Let’s get out of here."

*

So, about that prompt? I would read the hell out of it.

NA, but ITA. Each kink meme ends up adopting it's own style and at the end of the day, things like how a post is formatted really isn't a huge deal.

“Slowly… slowly…” she says, but Poe can hardly keep himself from moving. Not just because of her, the sweet, lithe form of the woman on the bed before him, braced on hands and knees. Not just because it’s Rey, it’s her, and there’s no-one else he can imagine being with in this moment. He waits, because he can feel the way she’s tight and slick and perfect around his cock. He waits, because he can feel her trembling, inside and out.

Poe feels his mouth go slack with pleasure. He trails his hands absently down the long curve of her narrow back, brushing her hair to the side, palming her hips. But that is a mistake, because now, all it would take would be one… easy… thrust, and he’d be inside of her.

But—no. He wouldn’t ruin this moment, not for the whole galaxy. Because Rey is making little eager noises as she works her way back against him. Poe feels overwhelmed at the gift she’s giving him, the trust; he’s not Force-sensitive, but in the moment he wonders if surrendering to the Force might feel something like this.

Sinking in, letting sensation take over.

He could drown in this, down and down and down, and he’s not even moving.

“Are you…?” he pants, fingertips pressing into skin. Words fail him; he bites his lip and tries again. “…don’t wanna hurt you, tell me—“

“Good, I’m good…” Rey groans beneath him, and Poe is certain he can feel his cock get even harder when she rocks tentatively back against him.

He thrusts into her slowly, and Rey actually growls at the movement. When his hips touch the back of her thighs, Poe grinds down—and then it’s like a dam breaking, because she can’t stop bucking up, chasing the tendrils of pleasure.

In response, Poe grins. “Slowly,” he says, and leans forward, wrapping one strong arm around her waist, showing her how to move, what to do. He wants this to last, wants to show her everything, before the tightness of her body makes things end before they’ve really begun.

Rey responds to him, bending like a reed in the wind; he can feel the brush of her dark curls at his forearm, feel the sweat slicking between their bodies as he guides her in a slow, easy pace. From this angle, he knows he can put pressure up against that tender spot, inside her walls. The air around them grows thick and heady with the scent of sex and sweetness. Rey shifts, rolling against him, and her dark hair clings to the dampness of her neck.

“Like that…” He murmurs, mouth near her ear. “Like that, like—“

She clenches around him, responding to the roughness in his voice. Poe grins.

“You like that?” His voice is a rasp of barely-restrained lust. “You like hearing what you do to me? How you make me come undone inside of you?”

“Yes!”

He wants to take things slowly, but she’s so eager, so damn responsive, and she’s pushing back against him, and he needs to move—

Poe thrusts forward, fucking a surprised noise out of her mouth, and as soon as they start to move, there’s no going back. Skin slaps against skin, rough and sharp and loud in their little barracks room. He doesn’t care, though—not about the noise, not about anything, because he’s driving into her again and again and again, babbling and begging, voices mingling as they strain towards the inevitable.

Roughly, he levers them up, arm still at her waist as she falls back into his lap, taking him deeper. He’s not going to last long, not like this; but he’ll be damned if he comes before she does.

Just as he starts to worry that he’s being too rough, too demanding, Rey cries out: “More, please!”

And she leans forward, grasping wildly, desperately, at the headboard against the wall. It’s sturdy, and she clenches it until her fingers go white as Poe works his own hand down to just above the place where they are joined. Two quick circles there, and she’s crying out, coming, hard, around him.

It takes mere moments, and then Poe is coming too. He feels himself let go, spurt after spurt of come inside of her, vision blacking out for brief, overwhelming seconds. Her slick is on his fingers; Poe spreads his fingers apart, making a vee down around her entrance, feeling where he’s buried deep within her—and Rey damn near screams, one of the lights in the room popping and going black as the air shimmers around them.

She curses softly, but it turns into a husky laugh.

Against her skin, Poe smiles. She tastes of salt and sweetness. He can’t feel the Force, but he can feel this—the steady rightness, the thump of her pulse, slowing down, as they both ride their crest of pleasure, floating back to earth together.

gets my vote! I'd love to read this!

Like his sexy damn voice wasn't enough, he got back in shape. And, yeah, I agree, the beard and the hand totally do it for me!

After taking a blow to the spine, Finn is lucky to walk again. He's grateful but struggling to cope with his developing incontinence. No matter how hard he tries, he just can't keep from wetting himself occasionally when he shouts or laughs (or gets enthusiastic during sex). Poe helps Finn through his shame with loving encouragement... And maybe enjoys how it feels to soothe away Finn's distress in those situations. Bottom!Finn is my favorite, and I'd love it if Poe secretly likes that he can make his boyfriend squirt.

I love love love this.

thirded :)
the bonus is so delicious!

mmm this sounds kind of hot and naughty! I'd love to read this!!

The pilot crew, ground force and other base personnel have an unofficial bar on site. Or, heck, maybe they all make a big trip on a night out.

Around a table it slips out that Jess does a great lap dance. Like, renown through the galaxy. There are drinks flowing and everyone's happy and Rey gets nominated to take it while Jess demonstrates. She does, with an easy laugh and a smile, and she's like, what's the worst that could happen, she's barely been interested in the idea of anything sexual before.

Rey is, to put it mildly, very affected.

ANON, I love this! Flirty Poe Dameron is fantastic, as are Hux's reactions.

A thousand times yes. This is my head-cannon for Finn, he fled because he didn't want to fight. Pacifist!Finn is my favorite Finn.

I FEEL DIRTY FOR BEING INTO THIS. I've never been into watersports before. Nonnie, what have you DONE to me??!?!

5.

In the few days he'd known him, Finn thinks he loved Han too.

Han Solo was a bona-fide legend, one of the horror stories told on the Finalizer. Han Solo, Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker. These people were dangerous, crafty, to be shot on sight. (Finn now knows the real reason they were so dangerous, how much power they really held).

Having spent time with Han, Finn wonders how he'd ever feared the man. Really, Han was kind of a loser. He nearly got them eaten by Rathtars, got into a fight with two rival gangs and somehow let one of the greatest women in the galaxy go.

But then, he'd also recognised Rey's shining brilliance instantly. Finn wonders if there was something else there, if he’d known something about her, about her family that she doesn’t know.

Han had also looked out for Finn, despite being convinced Han hated him. (Leia had later told him that if Han had hated him, he wouldn’t have bothered with him). Han saw the good man that Finn wanted to be, and encouraged him, in his own gruff way to bring this out.

If Han hadn’t… if Kylo Ren hadn’t… Finn likes to think Han would have become something of a mentor, a father figure, the kind of role model he never had growing up. Someone who would teach him to be a real man, instead of a weaponized shell.

Of course, now he’ll never have the chance to find out.

I feel like I'm showing my age but I've seen the '+' format for at least the last decade I've been writing, so its something I've stuck with myself

I want this!!!!

Begins with what appears to be kylo torturing rey, admiring her 'agony'

But twist is he's just giving her the best orgasm ever

Please

Yes please.

♥

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(frozen comment) Re: Kylo/Hux role reversal, dubcon

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TW: eating disorder; Ben + Luke

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(mini) FILL: "going, going, gone"

Re: Kylo/Hux role reversal, dubcon

(frozen comment) Re: Kylo/Hux role reversal, dubcon

FILL: Poe/Rey.Doggy style

Re: Rey/Luke - "Don't you ever feel tempted?"

Re: Luke/any - Metal hand touches

Finn/Poe, recovery post TFA and incontinence

Re: (tw) Kylo Ren, self-harm

Re: Rey/Luke- the Force is orgasmic

Re: Rey/Luke - Rey mentally eavesdrops on Luke's fantasies

Jessika/Rey - Lap dance meets Rey's first proper experience of arousal

Re: Fill: Hux/Poe, Poe flirts his way through Hux's interrogation

Re: medic finn

Re: Finn/Poe, recovery post TFA and incontinence

[FILL] Puzzle Pieces (5 People Finn never said I Love You to, +1 He did) (5/6)

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Re: Kylo Ren/Hux, First Order military ball or similar event

Kylo/rey

Re: Luke/Leia - hair brushing

Re: [FILL] Puzzle Pieces (5 People Finn never said I Love You to, +1 He did) (5/6)