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."
4. You may post a link to your tumblr/ao3 account/ or any other website as long as it is accessible.
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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Announcement: I have long neglected my modly duties, because I have been both way busier than I thought I would be (the shock of young adulthood amirite?), and y'know just me being a mess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . If anyone is inclined to help me mod, or at least categorize prompts on pinboard, please message swkm-mod @ tumblr. If you don't have a tumblr, still message me but on anon, and we will find another way to communicate.

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Comments

Kylo Ren, autoerotic asphyxiation

[(Anonymous)]

To quote Patton Oswalt, "there's no way Kylo Ren didn't 'force-choke' himself while masturbating as a Sith teen."

(https://twitter.com/pattonoswalt/status/678394517154729984)

Re: Kylo Ren, autoerotic asphyxiation

[(Anonymous)]

Oh man, seconded so hard.

Phasma/Hux, Hux bottoming

[(Anonymous)]

and/or Phasma putting Hux in his place in the only way she can

Re: Phasma/Hux, Hux bottoming

[(Anonymous)]

idek i needed this, seconding so hard

Kylo Ren/Finn, sex slave

[(Anonymous)]

Somehow the First Order captures Finn back and instead of torturing him Kylo decides to reprogram him but this time as his personal slave. He uses pleasure instead of pain cause is something Finn is not used to.
Up to anon if he succeds or not.
+++Bonus for Kylo being extremely possessive of his ~work of art

Re: Kylo Ren/Finn, sex slave

[(Anonymous)]

+1 Waaaaaant.

Poe/Finn or gen. [mentions of non con in prompt] Hux takes a liking to Poe

[(Anonymous)]

Poe is smart mouthed and watching him frustrate Kylo turns Hux on. He waits until Kylo leaves, and gives Poe something useful to do with his mouth.

Poe does not want this, struggles, mouths off, but Hux has all the time and resources in the world, and he always gets what he wants.

+1 if Finn is the stormtrooper on duty outside, figures out what's going on, and it's what makes him decide to get Poe out of there afterwards.

Re: Poe/Finn or gen. [mentions of non con in prompt] Hux takes a liking to Poe

[(Anonymous)]

THIS THIS THIS THIS.

Obi Wan/anyone, talkative during sex

[(Anonymous)]

Obi-Wan is a sassy little shit even in bed. [Someone] tries to make him shut up.

Re: Obi Wan/anyone, talkative during sex

[(Anonymous)]

Yessssss, Obi-Wan's sass skills are legendary! Seconded!

Finn/Poe, We-Didn't-Die Sex

[(Anonymous)]

Maybe Finn and Poe were able to land properly on Jakku, or maybe they still crashed but Finn is able to find Poe alive and well. Give me euphoric holy-shit-we-didn't-die sex (probs initiated by Poe, who assumes Finn knows what the hell he's doing. Up to you whether Finn is a virgin/knows a damn thing about sex)

Finn/Poe, misunderstandings

[(Anonymous)]

Poe is head over heels for Finn; he's never felt like this about someone else before. He dotes on Finn in his recovery, eventually kisses him or sexes him up. Finn is an innocent lil thing and has never been this happy.

...Until his nurse tells him/he overhears in the mess hall that Poe has all sorts of lovers/gets hit on all the time, and can't help thinking that he's just another name on a list.

Bonus if Poe is called away on urgent duty or something and can't get a message to Finn, who brokenheartedly assumes that Poe has moved on.

Kylo Ren/Poe, Public Rape

[(Anonymous)]

Kylo Ren violates Poe while on a video call with the resistance leaders. Though they're all "we don't negotiate with terrorists," Kylo Ren says he'll kill Poe if they end the call, so they're forced to keep watching.

Re: Kylo Ren/Poe, Public Rape

[(Anonymous)]

I'm going to hell for how hard I'm seconding this.

Clonecest, any

[(Anonymous)]

Clones fuck each other like it's going out of style.

Luke/Leia - Kylo Ren's Parentage

[(Anonymous)]

Kylo Ren was never Han's son- he was the product of an affair between Luke and Leia. The guilt is what drove Luke away, and what made Leia so distant. Both of them wonder if what he became is punishment, somehow.

Re: Luke/Leia - Kylo Ren's Parentage

[(Anonymous)]

oooooooOOOOOOHH

Aayla Secura/Luminara Unduli, scars

[(Anonymous)]

Comparing their latest scars. While naked.

Kylo Ren/Anakin, incest, masturbation

[(Anonymous)]

Kylo Ren scours the galaxy looking for old holovids of Anakin during his days as a Jedi Knight. And then Ren aggressively jerks off while watching them.

Re: Kylo Ren/Anakin, incest, masturbation

[(Anonymous)]

Hooooolllly shiit, I second this 1000000x over

Rey/Finn, "I don't like sand."

[(Anonymous)]

Rey/Finn, "I don't like sand."

Leia/Luke/Han - incest, voyeurism

[(Anonymous)]

So Luke is Leia's brother, and of course she'd never touch him. Again. But that's no reason she can't watch while Han has his way with him, right?

Re: Leia/Luke/Han - incest, voyeurism

[(Anonymous)]

Omg. Second, thirded, fourth-ed, everything, so hard

Luke/Leia/Han - incest

[(Anonymous)]

Dirtybadwrong inadvertent incest threesome porn, but specifically: Luke/Han/Leia just post-A New Hope, celebration after their victory on Yavin. Bonus points for Han and Leia double-teaming Luke. Double points for Luke not being as virginal as they assume.

Bloodrush - 1a/3

[(Anonymous)]

She has to step outside for a moment. She should be in there, enjoying the party – it's been so long since they had something to celebrate, and her fellow rebels are making the most of it. Not that she isn't. She's as joyful, as relieved as any of them – but she's more than that. She remembers Alderaan. There's no time to grieve, there never is, so it settles into an ache in her bones. She'll get used to it. She knows that, while they may have destroyed their superweapon, that's not where the Empire was, not really. The Empire is in a million different places, and a million different minds, where no-one thinks the risk of fighting is worth it. The war continues. Tomorrow she will be as exhausted and overworked and stretched to the point of breaking as she was the day before, and will be the day after. She doesn't resent it. It's necessary. She's just tired.

It's been a long day. She should probably go to bed.

Luckily, her spell of self-pity is interrupted by the whirr and slide of doors – Luke and Han come walking out, arm in arm, laughing merrily. They've both clearly had a bit to drink, though unsurprisingly Han carries it better. She's not sure they even have alcohol on Tatooine. What could they grow that ferments?

“Princess,” Han says, with a mock bow – Luke almost falls over – and she's not sure if it's happiness, exhaustion, or the amount she's had to drink that makes her laugh at that instead of reach for her blaster. She has maybe been taking herself a little seriously lately. But can you blame her?

“War hero,” she calls him, and he cringes. “Don't you deny it. I gave you the medal.”

“Yeah, thanks,” he mutters, staring at the ground. She smirks. She's embarrassed him.

Luke frowns softly. “Leia,” he says, finally unlocking arms with Han (where were they going, anyway?). He seems much more sober when walking on his own. She doesn't understand why, until he starts to unclip the medallion from his chest.

“You deserve this,” he mutters as he pins it to her instead. Her first instinct is to bat it away, to downplay, to tell him she just did her job. But she knows he knows – about how scared she was when Vader took her prisoner, about how they tortured her, Alderaan. At first she's ashamed of herself, that her devotion to the cause is so weak that she needs trinkets to reinforce it, but he tells her that's absurd. He doesn't say a word. But he comforts her, hand poised precariously over her breast, because he knows how hard this is for her, he knows how much she has to feel, and he can feel some of it for her.

He looks in her eyes and all of a sudden she's afraid.

Why? Afraid of Luke? She's never met a boy more innocent, more virtuous in the whole galaxy. What could she possibly be afraid of?

“Geez,” Han interrupts, thankfully, “Why didn't I get that?”

“You already have a medal, Han,” Luke says, not taking his eyes off Leia.

Han swaggers over, and Leia breaks Luke's gaze to look up at him. “Yeah, maybe, but no-one got all goey-eyed over me.”

She rolls her eyes, forgetting to be embarrassed, and then fixes Han in her sight – all batted eyelashes and breathlessness. She must be drunk. “Is that what you want, Captain Solo?”

Luke's eyes are on Han too, and how does she know that?

Han's brow furrows as he leans in. He must know it's too good to be true, she's teasing him, but he seems intrigued anyway. “Maybe, Princess.”

She lets it linger there a moment before breaking into a grin. “Well by all means, go back to the party,” she says. “I saw at least a dozen women going all gooey-eyed there.”

Luke laughs, but Han hardly seems humiliated. It is, after all, a compliment. “You know what, I might just do that,” he says, finally extracting himself from her personal space – which only makes it clear just how close she and Luke still are, she can feel his breath on her cheek. “Try not to hurt something you two, eye-fucking that hard.”

Now she's embarrassed, lowering her gaze chastely to the floor. That fear is back, and what the hell is she so afraid of? Han walks away chuckling to himself, and it infuriates her – she feels like she's lost this round.

Luke's eyes are still on her when he calls out, “Han, come back here.”

She raises her eyes as Han turns around, curious. “Why? Am I needed for something?”

“You might be.”

Luke's glance is soft, his smile half-formed. Leia can't see his face – but she feels heat, not like a sudden stab, but something soft and surrounding, like stepping into a warm bath.

Han seems bemused, but walks back to them, re-enters the arena, willing to play the game. “I like ya, kid, but I'm not sure you know what you're getting into.”

Luke shrugs. “Probably not, but when has that ever stopped me?”

Han looks over his shoulder, sharing a glance with Leia. She smirks, feeling Luke's pride as her own (why?). “No wonder you two get on so well,” he mutters, before grabbing Luke by the shoulder.

She doesn't quite follow what happens next, but there's spinning and she has to move out of the way and all of a sudden Luke is against the wall, Han looming over him. She expects Luke to start, to panic, to realise he's in over his head and start apologising and backtracking. So does Han, she suspects. But while Luke gasps when his body thuds into the corridor, Leia realises he's not going to run away – in fact he feels quite content, and she feels very hot, like her nice warm bath has turned into a boiling pot. From the sweat on his brow, she'd say Luke feels that too, which is remarkable for someone from a desert planet.

Han still doesn't touch, still gives Luke that as an out, and worry still colours his gaze. Leia gravitates to their side so she can watch them in profile, see their heavy breaths in rhythm; one, then the other. Luke's blue eyes are bright and expectant, waiting for Han to move.

Han doesn't move, but he does look. It's subtle at first, and then the complete opposite; his eyes trail down first to Luke's neck, flushed pink, then across his chest, trailing down his ribs, along his arms until it almost tickles, to the tips of his toes and fingers. Luke, for his part, presses his head back against and leans into his appraisal. Leia can't help but follow Han's gaze, but she feels slightly more comfortable with it now, as if she needs Han to assure her lusting after Luke is acceptable (but why would it ever be unacceptable?). Han's eyes though, are so greedy, so intimate, so lewd – they grab shamelessly at Luke's crotch – it's hard to imagine he's not just groping every part of Luke he can reach. Leia wonders why he doesn't, if Luke seems so disinclined to stop him.

Leia wipes the sweat from her brow, and she realises Han, as much fun as he's having just looking, can't bear not being looked at for too long. “Hey, up here kid,” he says cupping Luke's jaw, and Luke opens his eyes again. What? his eyes say. Han spreads his fingers, finally starting to claim Luke's body for his own, and lets his thumb trail across Luke's lower lip. It's a test.

Luke lets his mouth fall open slightly, and Han tests the breach, pushing his thumb ever so slightly between parted lips – and Luke presses his lips around it before Han pullls back. All three of them know exactly what that implies, but Luke just smiles, still not backing down, and Han seems as bemused as ever.

“I don't think your plan to call my bluff is working, Han,” says Luke, stretching against the wall – there's hardly much skin to be seen and yet, his body is clearly on display.

“Really,” mutters Han, eyes still roaming.

Luke smirks. “You know, there isn't much to do on Tatooine.”

Han ponders this a second. “Leia, do me a favour?”

She's shaken out of her heat-soaked reverie. Honestly, she thought they had forgotten her. “What is it?” She's still hesitant for reasons she can't quite discern, but really, why shouldn't she join in the fun? They've won, at least for tonight. Everything she's been through is finally worth something, and that's worth celebrating – and Han and Luke seem remarkably willing to help her with that.

“Can't figure out whether this kid's bluffing. Think you can help me out here?” He's still just looking, and Luke isn't going to make a move first. As per usual, it's up to her to actually do something.

God, she wants to touch Luke. “I'm not sure,” she murmurs, fingers pulled like a magnet to his neck. She runs her fingers through prickling sweat, feels his pulse drumming so each beat fade into the next, less a rhythm than a trembling blur. He may not be the terrified virgin she and Han imagined, but he's still nervous. Her heartbeat matches his as she moves closer, breath ghosting over his neck and she can practically taste him – he shudders, or was that her?

“What do you say, Luke?” she asks him, because being direct is the one thing they haven't tried yet. “Do you want to go to bed with us?”

Han catches her eye. “Us?”

He's smirking, and she represses the urge to roll her eyes. Tease. “I assume if you asked for my help, I am invited?”

“Well sure, but I wasn't sure you'd say yes.”

There's no way he thought bedding her would be this easy. She shrugs. “Well I'm not here for you,” she says, unsure how true it is – that implies she's here for Luke, and why does that bother her so much? Why does that seem like the truest part of that statement? She takes Luke's face by the jaw, tilts it toward her. “But I was told I was owed a reward, right Luke?”

Her lips are poised an inch from his, and he wants to kiss her. But he won't. That's a relief.

She looks at Han over Luke's shoulder, and he shrugs. “Well, that's settled then.”

“Not quite,” says Luke. “I haven't actually said yes, guys.”

That catches Han off guard. “Oh,” he says, Luke is still looking at her, not him, and Leia can tell Han's worried – but trying desperately not to show it. It's like his whole rhythm's been thrown off. “...So how about it, kid?”

Luke laughs, and turns round to face Han again. There's a quiet moment between them, and finally, Luke calls Han's bluff, grabbing him by his hair and smashing their faces together.

It's hardly perfect. Luke's aim was off a little, he has to readjust so their lips actually meet where they should. Han's taken aback, and almost staggers out of it before he gets a grip on himself. Luke has to crane his neck up painfully because Han is too damn tall. And yet, as Leia watches, it's good enough. Luke's still awkward, but Han clearly has enough experience deflowering virgins (which Luke isn't, she knows, but he still seems like one somehow) that once he gets into the swing of things it all seems very easy. He takes control of Luke's mouth effortlessly, pressing him harder up against the wall, hand claiming the back of his neck possessively, so his hand folds over Leia's fingertips.

There's no good spot for her, right now, but she drapes herself over Luke's shoulder and works her other hand to the back of Han's neck (Han is finally leaning down a bit, which is good for both her and Luke). She wants to touch. If they were paying attention, they'd see her lips parted and how badly she wants to be kissed – Wait your turn, says Luke, which is impossible but she's far too distracted. She digs her nails into Han's neck, into Luke's collarbone, and she wants so badly to be a part of it, to claim and be claimed as eagerly as they're doing right now, but that dread in her stomach still hasn't abated and she can't tell why.

The buzz and whirr of doors. All three of them jump apart, and the sweat on Leia's fingers turns ice cold in a second.

It's two soldiers whose names she cannot possibly remember – which means she ought to practice; she makes it a point of pride to know all her platoon's names – who look amused at the scene they've discovered. None of them bother trying to deny what they were up to, not even Luke, but Leia fixes them with her haughtiest gaze and they move on without a word. Really, it's not like she should be ashamed of herself. They'll hardly be the only ones 'celebrating' tonight.

Luke lets out a shaky breathy, maybe a little overwhelmed, and she moves her hand down to take his in her grasp. His pulse surges through her again, and the pit in her stomach deepens, as does the ache further down. She turns to Han. “You didn't think this might not be the location, did you?”

He shrugs. “Hey, I didn't started. Besides, I've had worse.” She can't help but curious, and he smirks in a way that says I'll tell you later – if you're good. She really does hate him sometimes.

His attention soon goes back to Luke, still catching his breath, gripping Leia for dear life and lips stained a violent pink. She sighs. “Han, I agree his mouth is lovely, but we can probably appreciate it better somewhere else. Come on, I'll show you to my quarters.”

Luke blushes a little, but follows hand in hand as she leads him away, Han tailing behind. She feels Han whispering in Luke's ear. “Thanks kid, didn't know you'd make getting an invitation to her bedroom that easy.”

Luke laughs and she does too, even if she thinks she should be insulted. That worry is still with her. But she ignores it, for now, instead focusing on how the rush of Luke's blood somehow bursts out of his veins and up into hers.

Leia, Finn, Force-sensitive

[(Anonymous)]

Leia suspects Finn is Force-sensitive the moment she meets him, but hearing that he managed to hold his own as long as he did in a lightsaber duel against her son cements her suspicions.

Rey's still away, looking for Luke. And Leia's no Jedi. But she knows enough about her own Force powers to be able to start teaching Finn the basics. And he's a wonderful pupil.

Basically, I want Finn looking at Leia with heart-eyes, because she's his amazing teacher and so damn awesome, and Leia being incredibly fond of her adorkable new protege. With maybe Poe and BB-8 in the background, watching the whole thing like it's the greatest entertainment in the galaxy.

Re: Leia, Finn, Force-sensitive

[(Anonymous)]

Oooh, I love this prompt!

finn/poe/rey, finn is bisexual af

[(Anonymous)]

idc if it's finn with each one separately or if everyone is on board with a threesome, i just know in my bones that finn is bi and i want to read about it

Re: finn/poe/rey, finn is bisexual af

[(Anonymous)]

he is my Most Bisexual Son somebody please write this

Finn/Poe Watersports kink

[(Anonymous)]

Finn stumbles across some interesting porn, and decides he wants to try it out. He wants Poe to piss on him, and Poe is (un)surprisingly game.

finn/poe, rule 63

[(Anonymous)]

ass-kicking lady pilots who also fuck

Re: finn/poe, rule 63

[(Anonymous)]

OH MY GOD YES FOREVER

oscar isaac/lupita nyong'o, estar guars

[(Anonymous)]

just how did she get this shirt anyway

Re: oscar isaac/lupita nyong'o, estar guars

[(Anonymous)]

I'm probably gonna fill this (won't be for a little while, working on some other fills at the moment). Just letting you know it's on my list!

Poe/Finn Public frottage

[(Anonymous)]

Finn is new at all this, and gets too excited while they're kissing in an empty hallway. Poe can't bring himself to make Finn stop, so he encourages Finn to thrust and grind against his leg till he cums in his pants.

tldr; Finn humping Poe's leg in a hallway while Poe tries to keep him quiet/make sure they don't get caught.

Re: Poe/Finn Public frottage

[(Anonymous)]

just a little something errantly written because i can never pass up public sex

—

“Shhhh, someone will hear us.”

Poe tries to be assertive, but it mostly falls flat because it’s hard to say no to Finn, not when everything (and he means almost everything) is so new to him. And it’s all the more hard when Finn’s pressed close to him, so close.

They had gotten off the ship and immediately run into a vacant hallway, trying their best to hide before the main area cleared off and they could make their move. It was, perhaps, not the most ideal place to start making out with your sort of…whatever they were, but Poe has had a difficult time well, not making out with him pretty much anywhere and this is as private a place as any they’d been as of late.

But then, Finn didn’t really know how to stop once they’d started because it was always too much. So eager, so desperate for Poe to touch him, do something to him, to make up for all of the years he didn’t, couldn’t. Sometimes, like right now, Poe didn’t even have to really touch him. He was up against him, grinding hard, and Poe has better control over himself than him, at least normally anyway, but he’s getting hard watching Finn want this so badly.

And so he gives up trying to stop him, instead tries to keep it all as quiet as possible. But still, he palms him, opens his pants but before he can do anything, Finn ruts against his hip and seems quite content to just do that as Poe kisses and nips along his jaw and neck. His cock is hard as he pants in Poe’s ear, overwhelmed by everything since meeting Poe, the Resistance, but finding that he really enjoys trying new things with him, especially in public. Yes, the risk of someone hearing them, just as Poe said, has an effect on him, one he does not necessarily understand, but he doesn’t really think he needs to.

Finn is close as he still rubs against Poe, breathing heavy, and Poe hears footsteps close to the hallway. He’s not sure if Finn can hear them too but he doesn’t want to stop him, not when he’s this close. They’re hidden, mostly, but only if no one hears them. Poe pulls him closer, gives him that much more friction, and puts a hand over Finn’s mouth to try and muffle any sound that escapes. Finn can breathe but it comes quick, short. He thinks about not being able to breathe because of Poe and files that away as something to bring up at a later time. For now though, this is enough, Poe scratching his side, clutching him, to make sure he stays out of sight. His cock is aching, throbbing, Poe must be able to tell how much he wants to come right now. So close. Poe can tell because his hand tightens, covers his mouth even more, needs to quiet him. It’s hard for Poe to manage this while he too is so turned on. He never thought he’d regress to his teenage self, horny because of everything, almost coming in his pants, but watching someone else be that is. Well, enough to regress. He’ll pull himself together right now, so Finn doesn’t have to, but it’s hard. So hard.

Finn comes but it’s still almost silent. The footsteps move closer, past the hallway, would probably look down it but no noise is coming, the two of them are so nervous they barely breathe, and a call comes from someone higher up and they move on. A visible exhale escapes them both. Then a smirk creeps on Poe’s face realizing what they’ve just done as Finn smiles into the crook of his neck. He relaxes back into his jacket (Poe’s jacket, he remembers sharply) and they can only laugh at their luck.

Kylo Ren - Masochism

[(Anonymous)]

Kylo Ren is a huge masochist and gets off on being injured, especially by the "good guys". After a battle with Rey/Finn, etc, he jerks himself off to the pain, the memory of the terrible thrill of the fight, and maybe also to the acute knowledge that he's getting exactly what he deserves.

Re: Kylo Ren - Masochism

[(Anonymous)]

Hoooooly shit yes. If this isn't filled in a few hours, I'll do it myself

finn/poe, everclear's father of mine

[(Anonymous)]

"daddy gave me a name"

Reylo, Fem!dom

[(Anonymous)]

Rey dominating Kylo. It can be dub!con or totally consensual. Bonus credit for facesitting!

Re: Reylo, Fem!dom

[(Anonymous)]

Oh yes please <3

Lupita Nyong'o/Oscar Isaac/Domhnall Gleeson, fwb

[(Anonymous)]

Friends with benefits threesome for days

Bonus points for Lupita and Domhnall playing "how far can we go with Oscar at this red carpet premiere without getting caught?"

Re: Lupita Nyong'o/Oscar Isaac/Domhnall Gleeson, fwb

[(Anonymous)]

SECONDED SO FUCKING HARD PRETTY PLEASE I WILL GIVE KITTENS TO WHOEVER FILLS THIS

*ahem*

I mean please?