Entry tags:

prompt post

PROMPT POST #4

This post is closed to new prompts!

rules | ask a mod | fills post | discussion/off-topic post | flat view | ao3 collection | delicious account

prompt post one
prompt post two
prompt post three

+ 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

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Ahhh, the gloves, biting and dad parts got to me. So funny and adorable

Ahhh that line would be awesome for this promot!!!

Haha, those Skywalkers and their babies messing up the universe must be stopped hehe

First chapter now on Ao3:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7250803/chapters/16463089

Yes yes yesssssss!!! 10 kinds of amazing and 50 kinds of awsome.

Shit, that was a fucking masterpiece.

CW: Non-con!

Poe knows it’s time to get up when he feels the other man on the bed beginning to shift more as his consciousness climbs into the waking world. Kylo likes to wake to Poe’s mouth around his cock, sucking him off. Failing to please him leads to punishments, Poe learned this quickly after his first weeks aboard the Finalizer as Kylo’s pet.

Mindful of the chain around his ankle, only used at night now that Kylo allows Poe to sleep in his bed, Poe crawls under the blankets and laps at Kylo’s already hard cock. He can feel Kylo waking further, shuddering under the feel of Poe’s tongue on him. This used to disgust Poe; he used to enjoy getting people off with his mouth but being forced to do it is the worst. He’s long since become numb to it; it’s just another part of his day to day life.

He’s just wrapping his lips around the head of Kylo’s cock when the man’s large hands slide into his hair and shove Poe’s head down onto his cock causing Poe to choke harshly. Poe no longer has control of this as Kylo force’s his head up and down until he comes with grunt. Obediently Poe swallows every drop of Kylo’s cum.

“That’s a good pet.” Kylo says after, releasing his grip on Poe’s hair and shucking the blankets off.

After he gets out of bed, Kylo use the Force to undo the lock around Poe’s ankle and the two to them go into the fresher where Kylo bends Poe over and fucks him lazily making sure that Poe comes from it.

Once they’re done in the fresher, Poe helps Kylo dress, helping him into the overly complicated outfit. Afterward Kylo slides on Poe’s collar, clicking the familiar piece of leather in place and sealing it with the Force. Poe isn’t permitted clothing while he’s inside of Kylo’s rooms, Kylo enjoys the ability to come into the room and just push right into Poe without having to strip any clothing off.

Stroking the black collar, Kylo slips a finger between it and Poe’s neck, causing Poe to choke slightly, the collar is tight enough to make it hard for Poe to breathe at times. “You look so beautiful with this around your neck. I should have done this years ago.”

Poe keeps his mouth shut, not wanting to encourage Kylo into another round of sex. His ass constantly aches from the amount of times Kylo takes him in a day. The only reprieve he gets I when Kylo is sent away on a mission and then Poe sees no one but the droid who brings him his meals.

“If only I had more time to spare.” Kylo murmurs almost wistfully, it makes Poe think of lying in the shade under the Force Tree on his parents’ ranch on Yavin 4 with Ben, talking about what they want to be in the future.

Kylo spends most of his time on the bridge of the Finalizer with Hux or doing things for his mysterious boss. At first he’d kept Poe on a chain next to the bed, forcing him to hold his bladder until Kylo came back, this was until first time Poe had tried to kill himself. After that he’d been moved to a corner of the room where nothing was in reach and he’d been forced to sit there all day. After Poe had ceased fighting he’d allowed him access to the entire bedroom as well as the fresher. Poe wasn’t allowed into the sitting room attached, the door to the room locked as soon as Kylo left.

“I’ll see you at lunch pet. You’ve been so good this morning that we’ll go for a walk later.” Kylo coos at him, claiming Poe’s mouth in a brutal kiss before pulling back and putting his helmet on.

The worst part is that Poe has very little to do to entertain himself during the day. Kylo has him doing all the cleaning in the bedroom and fresher but only because Poe begged him for something to do.

Once Kylo’s gone, Poe sets about making the bed, taking great care in folding and tucking everything in to crisp lines, there’s also dusting to do and then the fresher to clean up. The entire thing takes him less than an hour even when he drags it out.

With nothing else to do, Poe curls up on the bed and daydreams of flying, he’s almost looking forward to his walk later. As humiliating as the experience is, it allows Poe to be somewhere other than these quarters.

At some point Poe dozes off, only to awaken suddenly with the sensation that someone is calling his name from a great distance.

Just as he’s sitting up in bed, Kylo enters and Poe can feel the man’s eyes rake over his body, even with the helmet. “You look so delicious lying here like this, but I promised you a walk and I’m nothing if not indulgent for good behaviour.”

Kylo allows Poe to dress in a simple pair of loose black pants and a simple black shirt. While Poe dresses Kylo goes and retrieves his leash, attaching it to Poe’s collar with a self-satisfied grin.

They both know these walks aren’t really about getting Poe exercise, he gets worked out enough on a daily basis; the walks are more about showing Poe off to the rest of the crew than anything else. Kylo particularly delights in parading Poe past the bridge to rub Hux’s face in the fact that he has a pet, particularly Poe.

Poe walks diligently behind Kylo, his eyes to the ground as they make their way through the halls of the Finalizer. He can feel the eyes of the crew members on him as they pass them and he has to fight the urge to scrunch himself up as much as possible to disappear. It wouldn’t do any good anyway.

Their walk leads them up past the bridge and Poe can feel Hux’s eyes on him the entire time, knows what the man wants from him, it’s the same thing Kylo takes everyday. There’s no revulsion in that thought, it’s merely fact now.

When Kylo leads him back to his rooms, he orders Poe to strip and then chains him to the desk in the living room. “I have communications to answer and you are going to keep my cock warm like a good boy while I do them.”

Nodding Poe crawls under the desk and frees Kylo’s cock from his pants. Wetting his mouth he leans forward and swallows it down with only minimal effort. Poe spends the next two hours kneeling under Kylo’s desk with the man’s cock in his mouth until Kylo is finished his work and grabs Poe’s head to fuck into his mouth with a groan.

It’s back to the bedroom after a quick meal, which Kylo feeds to Poe by hand. By the time Kylo locks Poe back into the bedroom Poe’s relieved to be there, his knees are beginning to ache horribly.

A quick hop in the fresher, with the water as hot as possible, eases the ache in his knees and allows him to clean off his face and hair. Afterward he studiously prepares himself, ensuring that he applies lots of lube. Consistent fucking keeps him loose but lack of lubrication still makes it hurt. Kylo could care less about Poe’s comfort for the most part and so it’s up to Poe to prevent himself from hurting and tearing.

Then it’s just a waiting game because Kylo usually returns around the same time at night. When the door to the bedroom opens hours later, Poe is already in position on his knees with his ass up and his hands holding it open for Kylo to slide in as he pleases.

Today Kylo does so with a guttural cry, slamming into Poe so hard that he almost falls out of position. It’s only Kylo’s bruising grip on his hips that keep him from falling over. The fucking is brutal, and Poe knows that he’s going to be limping tomorrow from the force of it.

Kylo only fuck him like this when something has gone wrong, Poe’s learned to read his moods by how he uses him. If Poe’s lucky it will just be the one round tonight and then he can sleep, if not he may spend the entire night trussed up and fucked hard until Kylo wears himself out.

Deep inside Poe just wants Kylo to slip up and kill him at least that will end this farce of a life.

He’s not so lucky.

Tonight looks like it’s going to be a long night.

This is really great. Thanks for writing!

I CANNOT with this. It's amazingly good. Thank you so, so much. <3

That was some Poppy Z Brite level necroporn, I completely approve. I especially loved the first part, how reverent and loving Mitaka was to the corpse. <3

I'm in love with this entire fill. Your descriptions are on point and it's so deliciously creepy to peer into Mitaka and Hux's minds throughout the fic.

Don't worry, this part just happened to be too long and had to be split in two. The other half will be up very soon.

--

Zap!

FN-2187 bolts up when a jolt stabs him in the leg.

“Yeowch! What was that?”

He groans because the sudden flinch created movement, which jostled his whole body and he registered a throbbing pain in his head next. He reaches up to try and massage it out before realizing he could not move his arm.

He is tied to a chair, and being stared down by a rather odd looking droid. FN has seen droids used by the First Order, but never one so round and so… orange.

The droid beeps at him.

FN just looks at the droid in confusion, “I don’t speak that. Can you untie me? Please?”

“Don’t worry, BB is just looking out for me,” another voice rang out, and FN looked around for the source but couldn’t see much. The place didn’t have much light; only one beam of sunlight streamed down from the ceiling now that the window he tumbled in from is shut.

FN opens his mouth to ask who is there but instead what came out is, “BB?”

The disembodied voice drifted over again. It was definitely male, and with a gentle rich timbre. “Yes, BB-8, my droid, one of a kind, and she’s my best friend.”

“W-where are you?” FN called, struggling in the ropes a little.

“I’m right here.”

FN squinted to see anyone or anything in the darkened room, and then, to his surprise, a man steps out of the shadows, clutching what is curiously, a frying pan close to his chest.

FN-2187 has seen many faces before: his fellow Stormtroopers during brief breaks, glimpses of his higher-ups in the command centre, outsiders, villagers... He committed them all to memory, not knowing when will be the next time he can see them, after all, helmets are a huge regulation within the troops, and they are difficult to see through when out on missions.

But for all the people that he’s seen and remembered of people’s faces, the young man that he sees in his entirety took his breath away.

He is gorgeous. That is the first word that flitted into FN-2187’s mind, and it planted itself there. Everything he saw, from the soft dark curls to soulful brown eyes, a lithe body (would he bounce? He looks like he bounces around a lot), and a golden shade of skin that seem to glow with the minimal sunlight filtering through the cracks, accentuated by a baby blue shirt with a tan jacket and pants that look like flowing sand.

FN-2187 is a little bit distracted by the sight that he didn’t catch the words the young man was saying.

“Huh? What?”

The young man huffs, putting his hands on his hips (and what nice hips they are) in what is probably disapproval, before repeating his earlier statement.

“I said, who are you and how did you find me?”

FN-2187 stares, wondering how he should answer before deciding to just go with the honest truth. “I didn’t know you live here, I mean, all I’m trying to do is get away from the First Order-”

“First Order?” The young man asks, confusion evident in his furrow. “What’s that?”

FN-2187 is astonished. “You don’t know the First Order? They are the castle’s army, lead by the ruler of this place, Kylo Ren, and they rule everything and I mean everything. If you don’t do what they say, they will burn your house to the ground and take you prisoner.”

Now, the young man looks horrified. “That’s terrible!” He exclaims.

FN-2187 nods emphatically, hoping to get through to him. It was obvious that the man who tied him up isn’t with the First Order or FN-2187 would be hauled back by now.

He nods before speaking a little softer, “I saw your tower last night and thought it would be a good temporary hiding place. Just until any search for me dies down. Then I can be out of your hair. I’m really sorry, I didn’t know you lived here.”

The young man seems to be assessing FN-2187 for a moment, hazel eyes practically glowing in the sunlight, before he relaxes a bit, and finally says.

“I’m Poe. Poe Dameron, what’s your name?”

FN-2187 is relieved that the young man, Poe, believes him.

“FN-2187.”

At hearing that, Poe’s face scrunches up in confusion. “F-N-what?”

“2187.”

“That’s your name?” Poe asks incredulously.

FN-2187 shrugs, “it’s the only name I’ve been given.”

Poe exchanges looks with BB-8, silently communicating their disbelief. FN-2187 feels compelled to explain it, or at least justify it, “well, sometimes I’ve been called ’87.”

Very rarely. FN-2187 doesn’t really have a nickname, those were given by other Troopers if they were particularly close, but FN-2187 never really had anyone he felt close to. Well, maybe Slip, he was the only one who used ’87 sometimes, but Slip was gone… It made it very easy to decide to leave as well, despite his successes as a good Stormtrooper in class, training, and skill.

Poe looks even more dismayed, “that’s not a name. That’s a number.” He points out, as though FN-2187 isn’t aware of the differences between letters and numbers. By now, Poe has relaxed his grip on the frying pan, deciding that this is more important than assessing whether FN-whatever is really a threat or not.

FN-2187 isn’t offended, but he wonders briefly to what would his fellow troopers like Nines or Zeroes would’ve thought of Poe’s words.

“I’m going to call you something else, is that okay?” Poe’s voice draws FN-2187 back, and he is shocked that someone he just met is willing to give him another name. He knew by experience that these things only happen between people who are close to each other.

Either that, or Poe is simply too trusting, but FN-2187 is okay with that. Poe seems like a good person, albeit just a bit paranoid, but that’s understandable since it seems he lives alone with a droid.

Poe is still thinking out loud, happy to have something to contemplate, “F-N huh? How about… Finn? Does that sound good?” He came up with the name on the spot, not able to think of anything else that would fit the two seemingly random letters.

FN-2187 tests the name out loud, “Finn… Finn, I like it.” He couldn’t help but feel a little thrill traveling through him at his new identity.

A smile breaks across Poe’s face, and FN, no, Finn, stares in wonder at it, so gentle yet bright at the same time.

Both of them stare at each other, as if unsure of what to do next. A beep breaks the silence though as BB-8 makes her presence known, and Poe turns his attention to his droid. BB-8 beeps for a moment, causing Poe to look pensive.

He set his pan down and turned back to Finn, “right. Finn. So, you’re running away from the First Order.”

Finn nods, aware that he’s still stuck in the chair and can’t do much else.

“So you’re not here for me?”

Finn is confused, “why would I?”

“You’re not here to… use me?”

“Use you for what? Poe, I didn’t even know anyone lived here. I just thought it was a good place to hide until they stop looking for me.”

Poe’s eyes widen in panic, “so they’ll be looking for you? What if they find you here? Oh no, what if they find me and BB-8?”

Finn looks down, he hadn’t thought about it. The tower was pretty isolated but if anyone does find it, they would be a huge target for the Order. “I... don’t know.” Knowing the First Order, it would probably be something terrible.

Poe leans over to open his window just a sliver and peeked outside. Everything looked calm at the moment. He looks back at Finn, slumped over in his chair.

Poe took a breath, thinking about what he should do next, and decides he should consult with his best friend on the idea forming in his head. He crouches down to talk quietly with BB.

“I know… I know, but he doesn’t seem like such a bad guy…”

“Well what else do you think I should do? If the First Order is looking, neither of us is safe.”

“I’m sure Ben is fine, but we won’t be if we stay here… and this is my big chance to see what’s out there Beeps.”

“Right… okay,” said Poe, nodding absently. He straightens up again, looking like he’s still thinking, and he mumbles to himself, “we’re going to do this.”

He steps over to Finn with a determined expression, “alright Finn. We’re going to run from the First Order. If they are as terrible as you say they are, then I’ll help you.”

Finn looks up in surprise, “You’re coming too? Wait, why are you helping me?”

Poe smiles and says gently, “Because it’s the right thing to do. Because I don’t think I can stay here anymore, and because I’ve always wanted to see the world, maybe find out about that ship with the colourful flares…”

A ship with colourful flares. That sounded familiar to Finn actually. He couldn’t place why, but he filed away that thought for later.

“So you’ll untie me?”

Poe picks up his frying pan again, tossing it between his hands with a flick of a wrist. He grins at Finn.

“If you’ll let me and BB-8 come with you.”

Finn didn’t think too long on it. The droid might be a bit harder to manage, but at least Finn wouldn’t be alone on the run anymore.

Besides, he couldn’t just leave Poe in this tower for the First Order to find. Finn isn’t sure why, but that just didn’t sit well with him, imagining the brutal people finding a defenseless Poe trapped in a tower with no way out.

Finn’s mind was made up long before he even realized it.

“Deal.”

Deliciously great! Thank you for sharing

Honored by the comparison to Brite's early stuff. Takes me back and makes me blush.

Yeah, I tried to keep in mind that they are both self-serving FO scum. And that is why they are such fun. I am glad you liked the descriptions, because, well, I don't do this for charity, so I certainly thoroughly enjoyed writing all that gore and handsome flesh and violation. I'm happy others happened to like it.

This means a lot right now, given Trash Queen Writer's crap mental state. Thanks.

At least I think it's his (?) early stuff you mean. I haven't kept up.

If this goes on AO3, there may indeed be a cold shower in the future...

Why did I put off reading this fill until now?? It's so hot, so erotic, so gloriously fucked up! I love that you acknowledged how the body tends to expel waste after death, without making a big "thing" about it - one way or the other.
And if you write Hux playing the corpse, PLEASE put up a note here saying where we can find it! (Also, ice is a great way to cool things off inside, if you know what I mean<3)
Again, kudos to you for writing such a lovely fill, anon!

No one could leave someone as pretty as Poe locked away in a tower(except apparently Ben). You go Finn and take pretty Poe with you!

Another great chapter!

I'm filling this over on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7273879

Hope you like it!

Oh damn..sinfully hot.
Is this just gonna be a one-shot? I wouldn't mind if we're shown how Poe get caught in the first place.
Or even if Hux get to have him someday.

So far just a one shot. But I do love some Hux/Poe so who knows, when the cat's away the mice will play.

Seconding this. So hard.

hell yeahh!!
Just thinking of the possibility of Hux/Poe excites me

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 232 of 235

PROMPT POST #4

This post is closed to new prompts!

Re: gen or hux/any, hux is a weirdo but he's OUR weirdo

Re: Kylux or one sided, miscommunication/threat of non con

Re: Crack Jedi Abstinence Patrol

Re: Hux/Kylo Ren, D/s, sub training, Hux tops - FILL: Proper Etiquette and Correct Posture, 4/?

Re: gen or hux/any, hux is a weirdo but he's OUR weirdo

Re: [Fill] Mitaka/Hux/Ren "Cold Sugar" Part 4

[Fill] Just Another Day

Re: [Fill] Just Another Day

Re: [Fill] Just Another Day

Re: [Fill] Mitaka/Hux/Ren "Cold Sugar" Part 4

Re: [Fill] Mitaka/Hux/Ren "Cold Sugar" Part 4

[FILL] AU: Tales Apart [4a/?]

Re: [Fill] Just Another Day

Re: [Fill] Mitaka/Hux/Ren "Cold Sugar" Part 4

Re: [Fill] Mitaka/Hux/Ren "Cold Sugar" Part 4

Re: [Fill] Mitaka/Hux/Ren "Cold Sugar" Part 4

Re: [Fill] Mitaka/Hux/Ren "Cold Sugar" Part 4

Re: [Fill] Mitaka/Hux/Ren "Cold Sugar" Part 4

Re: [Fill] Mitaka/Hux/Ren "Cold Sugar" Part 4

Re: [FILL] AU: Tales Apart [4a/?]

FILL: Part of That World

Re: [Fill] Just Another Day

Re: [Fill] Just Another Day

Re: [Fill] Just Another Day

Re: [Fill] Just Another Day