Star Wars Kink Meme Round #1

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Rules For Everyone:

1. YKINMKATO (Your kink is not my kink, and that's okay.) No kinkshaming or wank/flames/y'know generally being a dick.
2. All Star Wars films and related media are welcome. You can go as obscure as you want. 
3. RPF is allowed
4. All comments must be anon.  Lbr, if it doesn't bother you guys it doesn't bother me.

Rules For Posting Prompts: 

1. Use the subject for your prompt with the pair, general idea, any kinks, or specific requirements.
2. You can post as many prompts as you like, as long as the prompts are different. They can be somewhat similar. 
3. You may second a post, but you may not piggyback and request different specifications from the original prompt.  However, you may create a similar prompt inspired with your own specifications.
4. Cross posting prompts is fine by me. If you've posted prompts at tfa-kink, and they've gotten lost in the mix, you can post them here!
5. You are not allowed to create prompts for the purpose of mocking a previous prompt. I see you. Just don't.

Rules Posting Fills:

1. Warnings are courteous, but not necessary. Use DW Blocker if there is anything you don't want to see.
2. Art and other media fills are welcome.
3. Multiple fills are cool. Therefore, a prompt is considered filled, but still "open."
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5. You may link to a previously written fic in a comment, but it does not count as a fill. 
6. If you could post [FILL] in the subject of your fill, that would be awesome. Sorry I forgot about this.

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Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Kylo Ren/Rey, interrogation scene devolves into explicit sex.

[(Anonymous)]

Please please please please please please please...

kylo ren/rey, interrogation scene, non-con

[(Anonymous)]

you can add other kinks that aren't listed. go for it.

Re: kylo ren/rey, interrogation scene, non-con

[(Anonymous)]

seconded hard O_O

[(Anonymous)]

Finn/Rey, if he was conscious but weak and injured when we see them at the end. A little bit of hurt/comfort.

Alert and Responsive (Finn/Rey, G)

[(Anonymous)]

Rey keeps expecting Finn to come awake with a start, adrenaline picking up right where it left off, but when he comes to consciousness again it's surprisingly peaceful. She looks up, and his eyes are blinking open, for all the world like someone waking from a nap. He focuses in on her, and she smiles uncertainly.

"Are you all right?" he asks, without hesitation. It's so unexpected and nonsensical that she laughs out loud.

"Of all the questions," she says. But then, he's always done that. "You're the one everyone's worried about."

She sees his brow contract -- confusion, perhaps, about that everyone, unless it's pain -- but all he says is, "I know how I'm feeling, though. And I don't know what..."

He trails off, unfocused. She leans forward, covers his hand with her own, and he focuses in on her face.

"That was your idea this time," he says.

"What?"

"Taking my hand."

She laughs, but she feels tears start in her eyes all the same. "I'm fine," she says. "A bit bruised, is all. Nothing like..." Nothing like what he did to you. She feels her heart twist painfully just at the memory, and she makes herself look at his face — eyes hazy, but still locked on her — and then away, at his hand, instead. "I was so scared for you," she admits, running her thumb over the knuckles.

"Hurts so much he has to've missed my spine, right?" he says.

"That's one way of looking at it," she says, and when she looks at his face again, he's smiling.

"Got you to smile," he says.

"You did that already!" she protests. "Several times!"

"Yeah, but it helps distract me." His eyes flutter shut. "Keep doing that."

"I'm trying, but if you're going to sleep again..." He opens his eyes. "No, ignore that," she says. "You should sleep."

He turns his hand over, palm to palm with hers. She laces their fingers together, and he presses her thumb with his. "You still gonna be here when I wake up?" he asks.

"Where would I go?"

"I dunno, you seem really obsessed with Jakku..."

"I told you, my family—" That's not the point, and it's not even the plan anymore. Maz Kanata was right. "I'm not going back to Jakku, Finn."

He presses her thumb again. "Good. Didn't like that place."

She thinks of the lightsaber, the strange place of calm she reached in that fight — the way the blade felt light in her hand, the way its path seemed clear and Kylo Ren's movements slow and clumsy and easy to read, to dodge and counter, while fear and grief and worry were distant, watching her from the ground as she soared away. She thinks of maps, and the way General Organa squeezed her shoulder and said "We'll talk afterwards" before she walked into this room.

"I'm not sure how long I can stay here, though," she says. She runs her thumb over the pad of his index finger, unaccountably soft; her own hands must feel like leather to him.

"Wait, so where..." He flinches, suddenly, and she half-stands in alarm. "Sorry," he says, for some reason. She squeezes his hand, which she hadn't let go of. "Dunno where that came from."

"Most likely from the giant lightsaber gash on your back," she says, which gets a strained smile from him. "The med droid told me to call when you woke so he could explain — there's some sort of tool here to let you administer more anesthetic when you need it—"

"That sounds good," he says. "Let's do that. Do you need your hand?"

"Afraid so," she says. "There's a call button you can use somewhere, but I don't want to jostle you looking for it. And the comm they showed me is on the wall."

"Damn. I was afraid you'd say that." He squeezes her whole hand this time before he lets go. "Call the doc. And... promise me?"

"Yes?"

"Stick around for me to wake up after this, okay? After that you can leave while I'm sleeping if you want."

She'd wonder how he knows, but perhaps she's just that transparent. "It's not about sneaking away without saying goodbye, you know," she says. She walks the few steps to the comm; she's unaccustomed to letting anyone see her soft spots, and she'd rather not look at him as she says the next part. "It's that if you're awake I'd like to be here for it."

"If you're trying to encourage me to get some rest," he says, but the second half of the sentence is lost as the comm transmits the droid's query in Binary: Patient is alert and responsive?

"Yes, he is," she says, unable to suppress a smile as she continues, "Alert, responsive, and sarcastic."

Observation noted. Opinion query: Assessment positive?

"Yes," she says.

Unit en route, it responds. Patient contact necessary.

"It's on its way," she tells him. And then, surprising herself almost as much as him, she leans over and presses a quick kiss to his forehead. "I'll be right back," she adds, taking in the surprised O of his mouth, the hand moving tentatively up to touch the spot; she resists the urge to touch her lips. She resists the urge to wonder if she did it wrong.

She's not fleeing the room. She'll be back to it shortly, after all.

ReyFinn, naming

[(Anonymous)]

Finn got his first name from Poe, so it makes sense that Rey gives him a second name. (Cute.)

Re: ReyFinn, naming

[(Anonymous)]

NGL, the image that just popped into my head was Finn and Poe getting married (and Finn takes Poe's last name of course)

Finn/Poe, food kink

[(Anonymous)]

One of the things Poe's enjoying introducing Finn to most is all Poe's favourite foods. It is has absolutely nothing to do with the sexy groaning noises Finn makes for every new dish. Nuh uh, that's just a coincidence *shifty Poe eyes*

Re: Finn/Poe, food kink

[(Anonymous)]

Yeeeeessss please!!

BB-8/R2-D2, BB-8's crush

[(Anonymous)]

R2's just woken up, and now he has this weird new astromech following him everywhere, chattering happily about all her(?) adventures. R2 isn't sure what to make of this, while everyone else thinks it's adorable.

Make it so sweet I get toothache! ;D

Re: BB-8/R2-D2, BB-8's crush

[(Anonymous)]

SECONDED!!

Finn/Poe/Rey, cuddle pile

[(Anonymous)]

Space is cold for those who grew up on desert planets, as we learned in The Phantom Menace. Finn and Poe help warm Rey up. (Don't mind if it's with snuggles or with something sexier, as long as Rey's in the middle and being lavished with attention)

In the Absence of More Blankets, Finn/Rey/Poe

[(Anonymous)]

In the Absence of More Blankets

Blankets. There have to be more blankets.

Rey had never considered that she would miss the oppressive heat of the desert sun on her skin, the way the hot sand burned her feet. That was before she was unable to sleep because she could not get warm, though. For the last few days she had slept horribly, drifting in and out of slumber all night long because the shivers were so intense they woke her up. Her feet feel like blocks of ice. She stands on her tiptoes and swipes her arm across the top shelf, feeling for something warm and downy. Nothing.

“What are you looking for?”

She spins around. Finn stands there, rubbing his eyes. He doesn't look cold at all. He wears pants and no shirt, with bare feet.

“Nothing,” she says quickly, almost an automatic response. She pauses for a moment. “I mean, I was looking for blankets. It's just a little chilly. It's hard to sleep.” It is just a physical truth, but for some reason it is still little hard to admit. No use for dumb pride to keep her up at night, though.

“I think Poe actually has some more,” Finn says, punctuating his sentence with a yawn. “They were rolled up under his bed.”

“I don't want to bother hi-” Rey starts but Finn is already grabbing at her hand and pulling her along. She can't believe how warm his grip is.

The door to where Poe slept is open. Rey hesitantly follows Finn through the threshold, and when he drops her hand in order to drop to the floor, she mourns the loss of his warmth. He wiggles under the bed to retrieve the rumored blankets, and Rey stifles a giggle at the sight. After a moment, he starts to pull back out, but he starts to stand to early and bumps his hand, hard, on the underside of the bed. He lets out of pained yelp, and Poe sits straight up in bed.

He squints in the dark at both of them, Rey embarrassed and edging closer to the doorway, Finn standing and rubbing at his head. “What are you two doing?”

“Just looking for blankets,” Finn mumbles, sounding sleepy and in a bit of pain. “Rey's cold.”

Poe shifts over in bed and motions for Rey to come closer to him. She hesitates, but then moves forward. When she gets to the edge of the bed, Poe reaches out and takes her arm, holding her around the wrist. He is warm, too. How do they manage to radiate such heat when Rey is slowly freezing to death?

“You're not used to space like we are,” Poe says, almost as if he can read her thoughts. “You're from a desert planet. It takes some getting used to.” He gives a little tug at her wrist, nothing forceful, and Rey finds herself sitting in the spot Poe's body was just at. It is still warm.

“I'd like to try something to help you, if that's okay,” Poe says. When she nods her head, he starts to move her hand farther up around, encircling her back and lying her down, pulling her closer. She jerks for a second when her head comes to lie on his shoulder, but the delicious heat of his body melts any hesitation away. After a moment she feels heat at her back, too, and she realizes that Finn has climbed into bed with them, too. The blanket Poe had been using is stretched over them all, and Rey is surrounded by warmth like she hasn't been since being home on Jakku.

“Is this all right?” she hears Finn ask, and she feels his hot breath on the back of her neck.

“Mmmhmm,” Rey answers in Poe's shoulder, not wanting to move for both reasons of warmth and embarrassment. She heats up very fast. She tucks her cold feet in between Finn's warm legs, enjoying how fast they seem to melt. She nuzzles more into Poe's shoulder, while Finn wraps his arms around her waist and spoons closer.

They lay like the for a few minutes, perfectly content, though Rey feels farther from sleep than she ever had been. She's trying to count backwards in her head to put her to sleep when she feels Finn stiffening, pressed against her behind. It's a moment before he realizes it, then he jerks back, exposing her to the cold. He lay very still, carefully keeping his lower half away from her.

She rolls her body over, and then they are face to face. Finn's eyes are open and surprised, and Rey puts her arms around his neck and pulls him back close to her. Poe has quickly taken his position spooning her from behind. “Don't worry about it,” Rey whispers as she presses her cheek to his bare chest. And in a moment of complete spontaneity, because it is dark and they're tired and it's dark, she moves her head up and turns it so her lips are pressing slightly against his clavicle, and she gives it a small kiss. They is an instant of breath from Finn that sends a strange thrill through Rey, and she does it again. The breath turns into a low moan, and Rey begins to press her body closer to Finn, so that she can feel his erection pressed up against her front. She feels Poe shift behind her, and feels lips on her neck, and she lets out of moan of her own, completely involuntary, and now Rey is feeling a different kind of heat.

It is concentrated between her legs and Rey finds herself stretching her body and pushing between Finn and Poe. She lifts her head up slightly and captures Finn's lips with her own. For everything that is happening, the kiss is soft and gentle. Equally soft and gentle is Poe's hand, palm flat against her stomach and venturing dangerously close to where she so wanted someone to touch her. She turned in the bed and kissed him, too, a whispered please let out somewhere between their exchange of breaths.

She turned back to Finn and began to kiss him more earnestly. He rose up in bed and pushing her down on her her back, kissing her into the pillow. Beside her, she felt Poe slide down, the hand on her belly now pulling down her pants. The first first she felt on her hipbone made Rey jerk, but the second one made her sink even deeper into the bed.

Poe's hot breath on her felt wonderful, but nothing like the first stroke of his tongue against her felt. Everything around her seems to fuse together as Finn kisses her and Poe circles his tongue around her clit. She begins to buck her hips when she feels Poe push two fingers inside of her, but Finn's hands, strong and warm, hold them back down to the mattress.

“Stay still,” he whispers, and Rey sees him staring at Poe between her legs, and she feels him grow harder as he watches. She tries to snake her hands down under Finn's pants, but he stops her. “This is for you right now,” he whispers, and begins kissing up her neck again. She closes her eyes, and thinks about how much she wants one of them inside of her. Poe's fingers and tongue feel amazing, but she pictures Finn above her, pushing inside of her, the look in his eyes so lustful, grateful. She thinking about that when she comes, a swirl of heat spreading out to every inch her body. She lifts her hips of the bed again, and this time Finn lets them fly. Poe's fingers are still deep inside of her, and when he pulls them out she grabs the collar of his shirt, she tugs on it so that he crawls up her body so that they are face to face. She kisses the mouth that still tastes like her, thoroughly, running her hands up through his thick hair, feeling the full weight of his body on top of her. And then he slides back down beside her, Finn presses back up against her, and they resume the positions they had been in before, Rey sandwiched between the two of them, all three radiating heat.

And she sleeps all night.

Finn/Poe, Stormtrooper uniform on Poe

[(Anonymous)]

Poe has to dress up like a First Order Stormtrooper. For reasons. Finn is not expecting to find this so hot.

Re: Finn/Poe, Stormtrooper uniform on Poe

[(Anonymous)]

Isn't he a little short to be a storm trooper?

Finn/Rey, mutual praise kink

[(Anonymous)]

They both grew up in different forms of isolation: Rey being in an every-man-for-himself scavenger hellhole, Finn having his identity forcefully squashed. They're not used to kind words. But when they're together, they each discover that they really like words of encouragement, both praising the other and receiving the praise. So just lots of compliments and enthusiastic vocal appreciation of each other, whether it's sexual or just in their day-to-day lives.

Re: Finn/Rey, mutual praise kink

[(Anonymous)]

shit this is so on point!!!! i really hope somebody writes it

Hux/Kylo Ren, hate sex

[(Anonymous)]

Nasty snarky I'm-better-than-you sex please! :D

Re: Hux/Kylo Ren, hate sex

[(Anonymous)]

Unf, yes please!

Anakin/Obi-Wan, possessive sex

[(Anonymous)]

Obi-Wan knows Anakin can act possessive of him at times, and that's never more obvious than it is when they have sex. It's not the Jedi way, but Obi-Wan can never bring himself to put a stop to it, because he finds Anakin's behaviour so desperately erotic.

Re: Anakin/Obi-Wan, possessive sex

[(Anonymous)]

OMG so seconding this.

Hera/Kanan, Rebels, femme Dom

[(Anonymous)]

Hera's in charge of the Ghost when she's in the cockpit, and she's in charge of Kanan when they're in the bedroom.

[(Anonymous)]

Kylo Ren/Rey, he successfully brings her to the dark side.

Finn/Poe, that jacket

[(Anonymous)]

It's late at night, and Finn's wandering around all adorably sleepy, wearing nothing but a loose pair of sweatpants and Poe's leather jacket.

And Poe cannot. Stop. Staring.

Fill: Collared (Finn/Poe)

[(Anonymous)]

The jacket is still wearable, but only just. Poe’s skills with a needle and thread aren’t exactly prolific, and no matter how much effort he put into patching up the leather, scorch marks from a lightsaber aren’t something that can just be scrubbed out.

Finn doesn’t wear the jacket outside of the base. Which is probably something to do with Kaydel Ko making a teasing comment about how Poe’s poor patch-job looked like it would fall apart in the slightest breeze. Finn had looked legitimately horrified at the idea of the jacket tearing any further.

Finn still doesn’t believe Poe’s insistence that Kaydel was flirting with him.

So now the jacket serves more as casual wear than outerwear. Finn wears it as he wanders around the control room, asking questions and charming everyone with his curiosity, and in the evenings when Poe’s teaching him card games or sharing stories of past adventures.

The problem arises later at night, when Finn’s dressed for bed, padding around Poe’s bunk which somewhere along the line became their shared room without them even discussing it, just a natural transition.

Finn’s clearly sleepy - he yawns so wide and loud that something in his jaw cracks. He’s also wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants that are a little too loose at the hips and the damn jacket.

And Poe’s staring. Again. Because it feels like he stares at Finn a lot. And he also knows he’s not subtle about it. Hell, even Finn has noticed, and considering how oblivious Finn can be about his effect on people, that’s saying something.

Once upon a time, Poe had a reputation for being at least halfway suave. Finn’s appearance in his life has completely destroyed that, and Poe doesn’t care in the slightest.

Finn reaches up, scratching idly at the back of his head. The hem of the jacket lifts higher with the movement, the front falling further open. Shadows deepen the lines of his abs, a trail of dark hair stretching down his navel and disappearing beneath the waistband.

Poe inhales a deep breath through his nose, chewing a little at the inside of his cheek. He’s resting his chin on his fist, and his nails are digging grooves into the heel of his palm.

“We’re supposed to be up early again tomorrow,” Finn reminds him, poking at a datapad absently. “General Organa said we’re heading to the Utapau system, right?”

“Yeah, Utupau,” Poe nods distractedly. When Finn moves his arm just so, Poe can see the peaked flesh of his nipple within the jacket.

Finn sets the datapad down, tilting his head and smiling over at Poe. “We should probably get to sleep,” he says, eyes dancing. “So if you’re gonna do what you’re clearly planning on doing, you might want to hurry up already.”

Poe blinks at him, and feels a slow grin spreading across his face. “I’m not that obvious.”

Finn chuckles. “Yes, you are.”

Yeah, he absolutely is.

He holds out his arms and Finn steps into the space, one hand settling in Poe’s hair. Poe sits up straighter in his chair, leaning forward until his forehead presses against Finn’s stomach. The sides of the jacket brush his ears, acting like blinkers so all he can see is Finn’s skin.

He gives himself a long moment to just enjoy the warmth of it, the scent of Finn’s body.

“I thought we were hurrying,” Finn says eventually, amusement clear in his voice.

“Yeah, yeah,” Poe sasses, and he nips lightly at the flesh above Finn’s hip just to feel him squirm, stomach muscles jumping as he laughs.

Poe’s fingers curl over the edge of Finn’s waistband, and he presses an open-mouthed kiss to the obvious curve of Finn’s cock beneath the material. Finn sighs above him, so Poe does it again, again, kisses getting firmer, messier, until he gives in to the urge to just suck, pulling at the fabric with his lips. Finn’s hand tugs at his hair gently, hips canting forward, a low moan filling the air.

The material is damp with saliva when Poe pulls back, moulded slightly to the shape of Finn’s cock. He glances up Finn’s body, taking in the way his chest is rising and falling heavily already, the way Finn’s staring down at him with eager eyes.

“Still want me to hurry?” he smirks, and Finn snorts and flicks pointedly at Poe’s ear in retaliation.

He draws the sweatpants down carefully over Finn’s hard-on, and just the sight of it has his mouth watering, his own cock twitching. The smell of sex feels thicker without the fabric in the way, musky and male, and Poe’s significantly less careful when he yanks the sweatpants down Finn’s thighs.

Finn steadies himself with a hand on Poe’s shoulder as he steps out of the material puddled at his ankles and kicks them somewhere vaguely toward the bed, and then he’s reaching for his collar, shrugging the jacket over his shoulders.

“Wait!” Poe blurts out embarrassingly urgently, and Finn freezes in confusion. Poe snorts, smiles wryly at himself, holding on to the jacket and using it to pull Finn even closer. “Just… leave it on?”

Finn laughs, pulling the jacket back into place, and fuck he looks good, naked except for brown leather and that look in his eyes. “We’re not getting to sleep any time soon, are we?” he asks playfully.

Poe’s fingers tighten around the leather. “Hell no, we’re not,” he admits with a rakish grin and a whole lot of enthusiasm.

Finn/Poe, Finn losing his virginity

[(Anonymous)]

Just anything about the first time Poe fucks him and how overwhelming and incredible Finn finds it.

Fill: Culmination (Finn/Poe)

[(Anonymous)]

Finn’s fingers grip at the sheets, his back bowed and his eyes squeezed shut. He feels like he can’t breathe, every gasp rattling in his chest, too overwhelmed to hold the air within him. His hips try to rock back, but Poe’s hands hold him still, firm and solid, thumbs digging into Finn’s waist.

Why did nobody tell him? Why did nobody explain that it could feel like this, being connected with another person so completely, so intimately?

He can hear himself babbling, these ragged moans, needy little noises spilling from him. “Please, please, please.”

“I’ve got you,” Poe murmurs behind him. Anchoring Finn, keeping him steady as Poe’s hips roll forward, and the pressure of it, Poe’s cock pushing further inside of him, it’s indescribable. Finn feels stretched, open, and he understands it now, understands why Poe was determined to spend so many nights just working Finn open with his fingers before he’d even consider trying this.

Because it’s so much more than Poe’s fingers, so much more than anything Finn’s ever experienced. The sense of fullness, every one of his senses focused on Poe, like planets revolving around a sun.

It’s as if he’s been waiting for this since the moment he met Poe, as if this is what everything has been leading up to. His eyes prickle with a strange and almost hysterical sense of relief, because Finn gets to have this, it’s his and nobody can take this memory from him.

Poe’s hand strokes down his back, and Finn can’t even bring himself to make a joke about being petted like a Loth-cat because it feels so good. He relaxes into the touch, and forces himself to take that one deep breath his body is aching for.

“You ready?” Poe asks, and his voice already sounds wrecked, rougher and sexier than Finn’s ever heard it. Finn wants to see his face, but he knows this is better, on his elbows and knees with Poe behind him. Like this, he can focus on just sensation - if he could see Poe’s expression on top of that, Finn’s not sure he could control himself.

“Yes, God, Poe,” he rasps, and it’s not the first time Poe’s reduced him to a begging, trembling mess, but it feels like it may as well be.

He whimpers when Poe starts to pull out, no other word to describe the sound, and Poe makes soft shushing noises. He’s moving so slowly, so carefully, but the drag of it still sends sparks shooting through Finn’s body. Poe only slides halfway out of him, but Finn feels every lost inch, feels his body mourning for it, wanting it back.

Poe’s hands are shaking slightly, like he’s fighting to keep himself still. Waiting so patiently until Finn moans, “Please.” And then Poe’s fucking back into him, not too hard, not too fast, and it’s perfect and Finn needs more.

His toes are curling, there’s sweat sliding down his neck and gathering in the hollows of his collarbone. Poe rocks into him, and Finn’s dizzy with pleasure, feeling every catch of slick skin against his rim, feeling himself clenching down without his permission and making Poe groan.

“More, I need, please, I need -” The words keep falling out of him; a lifetime of having nothing for himself until now, and suddenly Finn’s found something strong enough to make him greedy, to make him plead for it over and over. Asking for it with his words, his body, arching back as Poe fucks forward until Finn can’t even form syllables anymore, just begging noises and gasps.

Why did nobody tell him that he could have this? And would Finn have believed them, before Poe came into his life? But he has it now, and it’s overwhelming and terrifyingly incredible and everything he could have ever asked for, because it’s Poe, because it’s them, because it’s forever.

Kylo Ren/Rey, echoes of his voice

[(Anonymous)]

After they've left Starkiller, Rey can still feel a little piece of Kylo Ren's mind within her, memories and angry whispers.

Re: Kylo Ren/Rey, echoes of his voice

[(Anonymous)]

YES PLEASE

kylo ren/poe, interrogation scene, non-con

[(Anonymous)]

Do whatever you want with it

Re: kylo ren/poe, interrogation scene, non-con

[(Anonymous)]

yes pls

General Organa/Poe; mutual comfort

[(Anonymous)]

Pairing or Gen; Post or Pre-TFA, the Resistance is the source of a lot of stress and grief. Leia is grateful she has her best pilot to lean on, and there's noone better to assuage Poe's fears about so many lives depending on him.

Hera/Sabine, Rebels, hurried before-everyone-comes-back sex

[(Anonymous)]

While the boys are away, these two will play.

Fill: On A Timer (Hera/Sabine)

[(Anonymous)]

Zeb and Ezra are already halfway down the ramp, half-racing and half-brawling. Chopper trundles after them, beeping a series of creative insults. Kanan moves at a more sedate pace. A glacial pace, even. He’s stopped to recheck the shopping list at least three times, and now he’s counting out their credits. Again.

Hera watches, trying not to let the tic throbbing in her jaw appear too obvious.

“You know, I’m sure those three would be fine to get the supplies on their own,” Kanan comments oh-so-casually, quirking an eyebrow at her, and if Hera didn’t already know he was doing this on purpose, now she’d be certain of it.

“Probably best you go with them, dear,” she replies steadily, putting a little sardonic stress on that last word even as she keeps her expression carefully neutral. “You know how much trouble they can get into.”

Kanan shrugs as if he’s considering her words, and Hera swears even the lift of his shoulders is deliberately slow.

“True,” he admits, tapping a finger to his chin. “I should probably check the shopping list again.”

Hera grits her teeth. “I’m pretty sure you’ve got it memorised by now.”

The smirk Kanan’s been doing an excellent job of hiding finally shows itself, the corner of his mouth twitching up.

“Would you go already?” Hera grumbles.

Kanan’s smirk graduates into a full smile. “Sure, sure. Wouldn’t want to get in the way of your ‘stress relief’.” His smug grin falls away at a crash from outside the Ghost, where Ezra’s now sprawled on the ground, Chopper’s on his side, and Zeb’s cackling at them both. Kanan sighs and shoots Hera a pointed look. “You owe me.”

Hera pats his arm kindly. “I know. Now get out of here or I’ll kick you off my ship and leave you with them for the entire afternoon!”

Kanan laughs and heads out at last, throwing a wave over his shoulder that’s not directed at Hera but instead at the raised walkway behind her. Sabine drops down from that exact spot on the walkway almost as soon as Kanan’s feet leave the ramp - Hera hadn’t realised she was there, but then she’s no Jedi.

“I thought they’d never leave,” Sabine says, shaking her head affectionately.

Hera shuts the Ghost’s hatch and heads deeper into the ship, Sabine following behind her.

“How long do you think Kanan can keep them occupied for?” Sabine asks.

Hera bites her lower lip. “It’s more of a case of ‘how long do we have before they attract the Empire’s attention by doing something stupid and have to race back to the ship’,” she admits.

Sabine’s fingers touch her wrist gently. “So we should take advantage of the peace while we have it, is what you’re saying?”

Hera can’t help her grin. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

She’s got Sabine pushed against the wall in a matter of seconds, one hand in Sabine’s hair and their lips pressed together. Hera moans deeply - she’s been needing this, needing some quality time with just Sabine and the way she feels in Hera’s arms.

Kanan’s right, this is a special kind of stress relief.

She pulls distractedly at Sabine’s belt, flipping the metal aside so she can reach the fly of Sabine’s trousers. Never breaking the kiss, of course, sucking on Sabine’s tongue until she shivers, her fingers flexing against Hera’s back.

When she shoves her hand beneath Sabine’s waistband, Sabine holds on even harder and her groan echoes through the ship’s corridor.

“Already so wet for me,” Hera murmurs, wriggling her hand a little lower so she can cup Sabine’s mound, fingers stroking between her legs.

Sabine lets out a noise halfway between a laugh and a whimper. “Can’t help it, I was thinking about this the whole time we were waiting for them to leave.” Her head falls back against the wall when Hera’s fingers press up against her cunt, not pushing inside but so close to it that Sabine whines. “Thinking about you getting your hands on me, your mouth, please, Hera, I need it.”

Hera quiets her with another kiss, rubbing a gentle circle over Sabine’s clit with her thumb. “You know what I was thinking about?” she purrs, and Sabine’s eyelashes flutter, her hips trying to grind forward into Hera’s touch. “I was thinking about stripping you naked and fucking you over my chair in the cockpit,” she whispers, and when Sabine gasps and rolls her hips, that’s when Hera pushes in with two fingers, opening her up easily.

Sabine’s noises are getting louder and louder, but that’s the beauty of them finally being alone.

“And when we’re done there, I want you in the kitchen next, then the lounge,” Hera murmurs. “I want you in every room on this ship.” She can feel Sabine clenching around her, trembling as she rocks between the wall and the thrust of Hera’s fingers. “Every room I can’t usually have you in, because it’s too risky, because it’d be too easy for the others to find us.” She drags her fingertips along Sabine’s insides, soft and warm and so ready for her. “I want you everywhere.”

Sabine’s hips snap forward, her mouth falling open but no sound coming out; Hera strokes her through it as Sabine comes, watching the flush of pleasure spreading across Sabine’s face.

She doesn’t wait until Sabine’s done shaking before she slides her hand out of Sabine’s trousers. They’re on a clock, after all - who knows when the others will be back.

“That’s one down,” Hera says with a wink. “Cockpit next.”

Sabine grins and heads down the corridor for the front of the ship, stripping clothing as she goes, Hera trailing behind her and enjoying the view. And if she presses herself against Sabine’s bared back, kissing at the nape of her neck and reaching around to palm at her breasts, she can’t be blamed for her hurry to get her hands back on Sabine’s body.

They’ve only got a limited amount of time for this, after all, and Hera’s damn well going to make the most of it.

Goran Beviin/Boba Fett/Medrit Vasur, aftercare

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Goran and Medrit refuse to let Fett get a big head about his rep as a hardass loner via holding him down and spoiling him rotten. Fett bitches non-stop but soaks it in.

Finn/Poe, tickle kink

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Poe discovers that Finn is ticklish, and that being tickled turns him on. Fluffy smut that ends in sex, please

Fill: Bubbling (Finn/Poe)

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It’s kind of an accident. Finn makes some silly little comment, he can’t even remember what now, but Poe laughs and reaches over and pokes Finn in the side.

And Finn… squeaks? Yeah, that was definitely a squeak.

And now Poe’s staring at him, wide eyed. Slowly, really really slowly, his mouth spreads into this smile that can only be described as evil.

“Are you ticklish?” he asks, with an expression like Finn’s just given him the best present ever, but also still kind of evil looking.

“Umm,” Finn manages. “Possibly?” He’s not one hundred percent sure what ticklish is - it’s not a word that was part of the First Order’s vocabulary, at least. “Maybe?”

Apparently it’s possible for that evil smile to get more evil. And then Poe pokes him again, right in that same spot. There’s another squeak from Finn; he reflexively jolts away and tries to curl in on himself at the same time, which kind of bounces them both when his ass jerks down against the mattress.

Poe’s still grinning. He leans over without breaking eye contact with Finn, setting his datapad down on the floor beside the bed.

Finn's got a bad feeling about this.

And then Poe’s pouncing and oh God. His hands are everywhere, poking and pinching all down Finn’s sides. Pushing Finn back against the bed until Poe’s basically straddling him, and Finn can’t stop laughing. It’s like this weird switch that’s been thrown, like he’s lost control of his whole body, but in a way that’s strangely fun and exciting and new.

He’s panting when Poe finally stops.

“You are definitely into tickling,” Poe announces, looking smug about discovering this new fact.

“I definitely am,” Finn agrees. His cheeks hurt from smiling. “I - Do it again?”

The evil smile returns, and Poe attacks him again. Settling more firmly across Finn’s lap as he pokes and prods and tickles more than ever, and Finn writhes under him, feeling giddy and happy and flushed.

He doesn’t even register he’s getting hard until Poe’s ass accidentally rubs down against him. Poe pauses for the briefest of seconds, and then he’s smirking and diving back in for another strike.

Admittedly, Finn gets hard a lot around Poe. Because Poe’s shown him all sorts of exciting kinds of pleasure, and sex is awesome, okay, it’s just awesome. Finn kind of wants to be doing it all the time, having sex at every opportunity, but he also gets that it’s socially unacceptable to do so. He’s not sure if it’s socially acceptable to get hard from tickling, but it’s just the two of them so it’s fine, and Poe is clearly enjoying himself too, because an evil smile is still a smile.

Poe’s fingers move under Finn’s armpits, and Finn’s laughter turns into straight up giggles. High-pitched and helpless, and he feels hot everywhere in this really pleasant way, like metal left out in the sun. His hips buck up, and Poe rides the movement, biting his lip a little, and it’s hard to giggle and groan at the same time, but Finn manages it.

“Wow, you could come from this, couldn’t you?” Poe asks, sounding kind of impressed by the idea. His hands hover over Finn’s skin, ready to start up all over again in an instant.

Finn takes a moment to just breathe; his lungs are burning, but it’s a good feeling. “I don’t know, could I?” He smirks up at Poe playfully, shirt twisted around his torso and sweating beneath his clothes.

“Oh, that sounds like a challenge,” Poe leers, and Finn grins at him, and the tickling comes back twice as intense.

Finn’s body is basically springs and malfunctioning gears. He flails and lurches, Poe’s knees framing his pelvis, Poe’s weight holding him down. His hips snap up of their own accord, and Poe grinds down against them every time.

Poe’s right - he could come from this. He’s going to, he can feel it building.

Fingers touch his arms, his chest, tweak his nipples through his shirt. Poe brushes him gently, jabs at him hard, different pressures, and Finn’s heels drum against the bed. He’s barely even laughing anymore, although that bright and happy feeling hasn’t gone anywhere; he just can’t find the breath to make noise.

It’s weird, to realise how close he is, because usually sex is more focused on the sensation around his cock. But right now he can barely feel how much he’s leaking, how heavy and stiff his cock is. There are pulses of friction every time Poe’s hips move down, every time Finn’s hips move up, but it’s almost drowned out by the tickling.

Finn feels like bubbles, light and fine, insubstantial. The bed keeps creaking, but his gasps seem louder. Poe’s laughing too, occasionally grunting with effort when Finn’s body bucks up hard. Tears leak from the corners of his eyes, and there are stars across his vision, dazzling him.

Poe’s hands move higher, his fingertips skittering up Finn’s neck like spiders, and his back arches off the bed so suddenly he almost throws Poe off. His shoulders draw up, hot/cold buzzing radiating from where Poe’s fingertips touch, spreading around to the back of his neck and sparking at the base of his skull.

Finn cries out when he comes, and it feels like his entire body is singing with it, so sensitive all over that even the shift of fabric against his skin feels like a caress.

He slumps back against the bed, and when did all his muscles turn to jelly? He’s all heated up and gooey inside, and there’s probably a really dopey smile on his face.

“Wow,” Poe says softly, his cheeks pink and his pupils dilated. “Just. Wow.”

“Mmmhmm,” Finn hums, which is about as articulate as he’s going to get anytime soon.

Poe’s hands settle against Finn’s chest, and if he had the energy he’d push up into them. Poe is very obviously hard beneath his sweatpants; there’s a dark spot across the grey tented material, wet just for the sight of Finn losing it.

“Tickling, huh?” Poe mutters, a finger tapping against Finn’s skin. “Tell me, buddy, how do you feel about feathers?”

That evil smile is back. Finn doesn’t know how he feels about feathers, but he can’t wait to find out.

Kylo Ren/Finn Dub-Con? Non-con?

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Finn being Kylo's personal bed warmer who occasionally goes on missions to keep up appearances and you know be useful to the order.

+Possessive Kylo
-No Scat

Re: Kylo Ren/Finn Dub-Con? Non-con?

[(Anonymous)]

seconded yes please

Obi-Wan/Anakin/Padme, multiple penetration, Anakin sandwich

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Anakin in the middle whilst Padme (wearing a strap-on) and Obi-Wan thoroughly fuck him. Don't mind if he's being spit-roasted or DP'd in the ass, but multiple penetration is a must!

Re: Obi-Wan/Anakin/Padme, multiple penetration, Anakin sandwich

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Second this so hard

Kylo Ren/Rey

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Kylo Ren decides that he has to kill Rey, because his feelings for are the only thing left keeping him weak. She needs to convince him otherwise.

[FILL]: Tip the Scales (TW choking, partner violence)

[fresh_brainss]

Here on AO3

(no character death)

Using the force to kill for the first time (Finn/Poe)

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During a battle, Poe is forced to crash land and is knocked unconscious. Either Phasma or a OC stormtrooper manages to capture him and try to use his body as a way to try to force Finn to surrender. Finn initially doesn't and that causes Phasma/stormtrooper to snap Poe's neck (not killing him but Finn doesn't know that). Enraged at thinking he just saw Poe get killed before his very eyes, the force suddenly "awakens" in Finn and he uses it to kill that person.
He would then realize that Poe is still alive, albeit clinging to life, and then use the force to help heal him.