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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Comments

Aurra Sing/Zam Wesell, mutual professional respect-based makeouts

[(Anonymous)]

or some other contrived excuse to get them to make out

based on this photo: https://www.flickr.com/photos/11956357@N07/14542850773/in/photostream/

can include sex if you want! but there should definitely be filthy make outs.

Re: Aurra Sing/Zam Wesell, mutual professional respect-based makeouts

[(Anonymous)]

oh HELL YES! did they ever actually meet canonically? (well, Legends canon, at least?) because they're too awesome to have never crossed paths

Leia/Poe - cunnilingus

[(Anonymous)]

Preferably set before TFA and not as a Leia is in a position of power thing. They have mutual respect and Poe adores her and this is something he can do for her. Preferably just cunnilingus, but I wouldn't say no to him also jacking off while he does it because it's hot as fuck.

Re: Leia/Poe - cunnilingus

[(Anonymous)]

Is it weird to be attracted to the woman who won the war?

Poe is, Poe immediately gravitates to her after their first meeting, after he officially joins her personal army (the Resistance, something worth fighting for, just like his mother did before him) and he can see that he reminds her of someone sometimes, he can feel the way she looks at him with kindness. Leia isn't thinking to herself that Poe would worship the ground she walked on, he's sure of it-- but oh, he would, and he does, and he thinks about her often, wishes for the opportunity. She's old enough to be his mother, but she's nothing like that-- it's nothing like that-- it's just, this is someone who burns with determination, dedication. He can worship her because he can follow her anywhere, feel her across the reach of cold space.

Poe Dameron knows right from wrong because of people like Leia Organa.

So he bides his time, and does his jobs, and proves himself. Mission after mission, always willing to go the extra length necessary to win out and come home in one piece. He earns the right to deliver reports to her at all hours; at all places. Sometimes she calls him to her rooms at night to send him away to secret jobs that must be done, quickly, quietly, to get intel or talk with skittish sympathizers afraid of what might happen if the First Order realizes they have dissidents to quell.

And finally, one night, he comes back with intel on a man who might have a bit of a map, maybe, that will lead to Luke Skywalker. Poe has personal reasons for caring about this one-- reasons beyond the fact that, obviously, Leia wants to find her missing brother, the Jedi Master, the bright hope of the universe (or so they say). Poe grew up in a house that's destroyed now, with a tree in the yard whose leaves had glimmered to him, softly guiding the world around them into harmony. That was a gift, his parents had said, from Luke Skywalker. That was a gift because we served in the war.

So Poe is burning tonight, because he wants to find Luke Skywalker just as much as anybody. Because he thinks they might have a serious chance, and because he wants to chase that worried frown off of Leia Organa's brow, and the only way he can think to do it would be this.

"Report," she says, when he comes into her rooms and finds her (unsurprisingly) dressed for sleep but still sitting up over her hovering desk, poring over reports, starcharts, selecting movements, troop placements, considering where to hedge her bets and accept her losses. She is devastatingly beautiful, and naked under her dressing gown.

Poe might stare, if it were one of the men he's slept with, or some girl more likely to be doing it on purpose, but this is General Organa, this is the ex-princess Leia. His face feels hot at the sight of her, and he doesn't know how to conduct himself, what to do. It's not appropriate, asking her to have feelings for him, not when he's her subordinate only--

"Poe?" She's turned to him, noticed his silence and now his discomfort, and she sets her reports down. Self-consciously, she pulls the collar of her dressing gown more tightly closed, after a moment of taking him in, his hands wrung together and his face turned to the floor in a failed attempt to hide his shame. "I'm sorry, I thought you might-- never mind. Report, please."

He tells her. "The man we're looking for lives in a village on Jakku. He's sympathetic to the resistance, remembers what it was like when the Empire ruled. He says he can help us, but only if we move quickly, in and out, so we don't draw attention to his people."

Leia nods, says, "Thank you, Poe," and he thinks that will be all and is ready to turn smartly on his heel.

Then she doesn't say those words, or anything, really-- just watches him until he looks up and asks her, "Is there something else I can do for you General?"

Her calculating expression makes him flush again, but he meets her eyes, tries to keep his voice steady.

"I'd do anything, if you ask it of me."

"Anything?" Leia's eyebrows rise, and she laughs, a sultry sort of laugh that rolls over him and makes him feel simultaneously like she's delighted by him and having fun at his expense. He's not sure which is true. Maybe both? "There's something I'd thought to ask, but I don't dare force it on you. I think you might charge in even if you don't want it."

He wants to ask her what the something is, more than he's wanted anything in a long time. His hands are sweating, he clenches them into fists to pretend they're not.

"But I do think you want it, don't you Poe?"

"What's that, General?"

"You want me to sleep with you, if I'm not mistaken. Or at least have some sex before you go," she teases, her wry lips twisting into a smile.

He nods, jerkily, and answers: "Yes, General."

"Leia."

"Leia. Yes-- I didn't-- I mean, I thought you might feel like it was inappropriate so--"

"When we first met, I might have." She lifted a hand, beckoning him closer, and he approached her with reverence. It felt like every hair on his body was standing on end with anticipation, he was shaking with it. "But you have served me well, served me loyally for years. You've proven to me you're not some starry-eyed kid who thinks I'm a big damn hero ready to charge off on adventure."

Poe would almost argue that that's exactly what he is, if he didn't think it might get him denied something he wants so badly his bones feel like they're shaking.

"Would you do something for me? Something before you go."

He nods, urgently, eagerly, and Leia reaches out to card her fingers gently through his hair, pushing down slightly. Poe follows the gesture and unspoken command, taking a kneeling position before her, and closes his eyes. He can feel his face getting redder as she opens her legs, and the salty smell of her catches his nose. He could reach out and lick her, here. He wants to do it, wants to feel her fingers in his hair while he does it, following her commands.

"What should I do, Gener-- Leia?" He asks, and his voice is rough and shaky, but he's as sincere as he's ever been about anything in his life.

"Just kiss me," she says, smoothing her thumb over his forehead and smiling down at him. She looks timeless to him here, and the scent of her so close is overwhelming his senses. "Taste me. Make me feel like I'm not alone in this universe. Can you do that?"

He smiles, brightening at the question, and promises her: "I can do that."

The first taste is almost religious in its perfection, the little ragged hitch of Leia's moan as he pushes his tongue along the outer folds of her labia, then finds her clitoris and sucks it between his teeth. He doesn't bite down or put too much pressure on it directly, but jabs at the hood of skin over it with his tongue, again and again, until he feels her muscles jump and she whispers his name.

His name! His name, whispered on the breath of General Leia-- Poe could cry with gratitude, wants to thank her, and puts his hands to her thighs, holding on while he pushes in, nose buried in her pubic hair and tongue sliding down and into her, tasting her. She's sweat and salt, sex and tang; she's the low guttural moan of her voice, the feeling of her hands sinking into his hair, fingernails on his scalp, pulling him into her, holding her there.

He kneels before her, and prays with all his being, all he is, that this is only the first time. He drives his tongue in deeper, and works it along her inner walls. When he can't go anymore, he pulls up, suckling on her clitoris again and sliding two fingers into her, hooking them up and in, rubbing lightly at her from inside and out until his world has narrowed to this oh-so important task, and even his slowly numbing knees, his sleepiness, his own painfully hard erection do not distract him from his duty.

He scissors his fingers and plunges his tongue back into her, lapping up the viscous white of her hunger for him, mimicking the thrusts of intercourse, delirious from the heat of her.

"Poe," her voice is deep and powerful, chest deep and humming through his bones. "Do you trust me?"

He nods against her. He trusts her; he would die for her; and in this moment, he would let her do anything to him, too.

"Try to get inside me, as deep as you can," she pants, her perfectly coiffed hair starting to frizz as it gets damp with sweat. "Keep up what you're doing with your hand, on my clit."

"Mmm," he agrees warmly, immediately pushing in just that last half-inch he could, pressed as hard and deep against her as he can make himself. She lets out a high, sweet moan that makes him feel like he's found something rare, and her hands push him down, hold him there while he follows her orders. It takes very little-- he's not even out of breath yet-- to trigger her orgasm then, and she pants his name raggedly, the hot closeness of her trembling around him, muscles spasming in unbridled delight. He stays in place, shaking as well, until she loosens her grip on him and begins stroking his hair again.

"Poe," Leia rumbles, like a massive, contented cat. He looks up to her, afraid what he might find, and is awed and humbled by how glowing and pleased she is, how brilliant and sated and smug her smile. "Good work, Poe."

"Thank you, General," he pants, still in a hazy half-awareness himself, so hard it's a little painful, carefully still save to let her pull him back and let him breathe. He looks up at her delirious. He'd never dreamed he could have this-- not since he joined. He's wanted it but to actually have it-- no, Poe was resigned to the inevitable.

Now he doesn't know what to say.

Fortunately, Leia doesn't make him say anything. She briefs him on what his next mission will be, promises she'll come back to the man on Jakku, and she beckons him to come with her to bed. As he clambers from his aching knees to still weak feet, she guides him to her bedside, pulling him in and steadying him, wrapping him with her legs around his waist, her arms around his chest, pinning him, marking him hers.

Poe has rarely been with a partner who treated him so reverently, before-- never been so reverent about someone else, either.

By the time the euphoria wears off, he's too tired to beg for release. They sleep like that, curled up together, and Poe feels safer than he's felt in years.

He needn't worry-- he knows that, on a subconscious level. Leia will keep him out of harm's way. It's only one of her many talents, after all.

Finn/Rey, Force bond

[(Anonymous)]

After Starkiller, they've both discovered their connection with the Force. I'd love tentative Force bonding, starting to communicate without words or knowing each other's mood or whereabouts. Could be everyday little moments or happening when they get intimate, I don't mind :)

Kylo/Rey, masturbation

[(Anonymous)]

the memory of her judges him when he touches himself - masturbation, shame kink

Re: Kylo/Rey, masturbation

[(Anonymous)]

I've been so desperate for some Kylo masturbation while thinking about Rey but I couldn't work out how to phrase the prompt. This is so perfectly what I want, so I second this to the moon and back

Hux/Kylo Ren: Domination

[(Anonymous)]

Kylo has a secret urge to be dominated and sometimes it's such a strong need that it makes him ache. Hux is the only one who knows, and the only one who's willing to indulge him and humiliate him the way he needs.

Bonus points for Kylo tears at some point in the process, but it's still never noncon or dubcon.

Re: Hux/Kylo Ren: Domination

[(Anonymous)]

Such a beautiful prompt ;_;

Poe/Rey, awesome pilots falling in love

[(Anonymous)]

"I'm an awesome pilot, you're an awesome pilot." *gestures between them* "What is happening here?" ;)

Re: Poe/Rey, awesome pilots falling in love

[(Anonymous)]

Mmm, yes yes yes. Come fly the friendly skies indeed!

kylo ren/poe, interrogation scene, 100% consensual, bdsm

[(Anonymous)]

Poe gets hot and bothered from being strapped down and bruised and battered by kylo so he coaxes him into fucking him. choking, biting/scratching, finger sucking, and lots of dirty talk from poe is welcome

The inevitable Omegaverse prompt (Finn/Poe or Rey/Poe)

[(Anonymous)]

All her life Rey hastaken suppressants. They are in her rations, and she dare not go without them. She can't afford to give away that she's an unbonded Omega. But once she leaves the planet, strange things begin happening, and Poe walks in on her, needy and desperate. He does what any decent Alpha would do... Tries to take good care of her, and ease her pain. With the sex.

Alternatively: All stormtroopers are given suppressants. There is no question of dissenting. But now that Omega!Finn has a name and a purpose, he wants to be free in every way. Alpha!Poe is there to help. With the sex.

Bonus points for making them an Alpha/Beta/Omega bonded triad!

Re: The inevitable Omegaverse prompt (Finn/Poe or Rey/Poe)

[poziomeczka]

PLS YOU KNOW THAT'S WHAT MAKES A FANDOM LEGIT OMGG

Anakin/Obi-Wan, shaving

[(Anonymous)]

For an undercover mission, Obi-Wan has to shave his beard. Anakin is absolutely fascinated (because his Master's face is suddenly naked) and is super into the idea of helping Obi-Wan shave.

Finn/Poe, enthusiastic consent

[(Anonymous)]

So Poe and Finn are getting on better and better, and flirting and touching and groping and stuff, and then Finn opens up about all the BAD SHIT [author's choice] that happened when he was training and Poe freaks out and thinks he's forcing him or taking advantage or something, and backs right off, and Finn has to convince him that he wants to be touched and it's fine and good.

Extra bonus for Finn specifically talking Poe through what he wants, even though he doesn't know a lot of terms for anatomy/sex acts, and he's nervous of asking for, like, Poe's mouth on him, because is that even a thing people do?

Extra double bonus for Poe educating Finn by demonstrating on himself stuff like what a prostate is and how to deal with foreskin.

Re: Finn/Poe, enthusiastic consent

[(Anonymous)]

All hail this prompt I am fucking here. for. it.

finn/poe, blowjobs

[(Anonymous)]

up to you when, where, how i don't even care who's doing it cause they both have great mouths* i just want dick sucking

*although if i had to have a preference, i'd say poe cause he's like, teaching finn the ways of sex
but then, i'd also love finn seeing it and wanting to try it on poe and poe's nervous cause he doesn't want to force him to do anything but finn is very enthusiastic
ok yeah up to you i truly don't care

Finn/Poe - Music

[(Anonymous)]

I'm seeing a lot of stuff with Oscar Issac playing the guitar as of late. I just really need Poe playing the guitar for Finn and just cute fluff in general. It can be modern au or canonverse (so I guess it doesn't necessarily have to be a guitar if you decide not to do modern). Brownie points if Poe SINGS. Extra brownie points if someone gets blushy and shy about it.

Boba Fett/Han Solo, hate sex

[(Anonymous)]

Full blown I-fucking-hate-you-but-you're-also-really-hot sex. Any other kinks welcome ;)

Re: Boba Fett/Han Solo, hate sex

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded omfg

Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan, size-queen!Obi-Wan

[(Anonymous)]

Qui-Gon is huge, and Obi-Wan loves the feeling of being stretched

Re: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan, size-queen!Obi-Wan

[(Anonymous)]

Shout out to those of us who've been waiting in the dumpster since 1999! (I mean this affectionately anon.)

Captain Phasma/Dark Side!Rey + Jealous Kylo Ren

[(Anonymous)]

It doesn't have to be smut, or it can be. I just need this scenario in my life.

Re: Captain Phasma/Dark Side!Rey + Jealous Kylo Ren

[(Anonymous)]

*bows down* your brain is a thing of beauty for coming up with this

Omega!Rey/Alpha!Kylo

[(Anonymous)]

basically she has always had to fight Alphas off. then she meets Kylo and she feels a draw and fights it While Kylo has the Strongest urge to protect Rey.

Poe/Finn, Poe/Rey, or Poe/Finn/Rey - Interrogation

[(Anonymous)]

After his experience with Kylo, Poe wants to make sure he's better prepared if he gets captured again. Who better to help with that than a stormtrooper and/or a maybe-Jedi? Season with restraints, mind control, pain, etc as needed.

finn/poe, so super bottom!finn

[(Anonymous)]

Poe fucks Finn and Finn finds out he loves being filled by him. So much that he can't stop wanting to be fucked anytime, anywhere.

[fill] i got you: finn/poe, bottom!finn

[(Anonymous)]

lol filled my own damn prompt. w/e no shame.

—

The first time Poe fucks him, it is almost too much.

He’s so big, and it’s so new to Finn. He never knew that something could feel this good. Sure, he’d gotten himself off more than once while with the First Order (they didn’t expect their soldiers to be sexless or anything) but. This is not anything like that.

Poe takes his time, making sure he’s good and ready. He built up to this, with his tongue and fingers, and didn’t force it before he knew. But nothing could have prepared Finn for it. Nor Poe, who too thinks he might come conspicuously early for a man who has not done that in a very long time. He is so tight, so warm.

“You okay?” he asks him, tentatively, wants to make sure it’s not too much. Really hopes it isn’t, because fuck, it feels so good for Poe.

He nods shakily back as part of an answer. But it is Finn’s face, the way he cannot say a word to Poe’s questions of can I move now, are you okay, that more than answers yes, and sets Poe off.

Just the slightest movement and it’s over for Finn. He was already hard, preparing for this, him, his cock leaking against his stomach just with Poe’s fingers. Poe’s not even sure he can move really, but watching Finn mesmerized by this might actually be enough to make him come. And Finn is mesmerized, eyes almost glassed over. He still can’t speak. He comes embarrassingly quick, without even being touched, and he still cannot get over the fact that a thing exists in the world like this, for his pleasure. He does not think he will ever be full, complete without Poe inside him again.

—

After that first time, he can’t stop. If there is ever a spare moment, he wants Poe to fuck him.

Nothing fills him like this, and he just can’t go back to the fast, messy handjobs or even head, sloppy or otherwise. He has to be fucked.

After they finish a mission, any mission, Finn is all but dragging him back to his quarters, now their shared quarters basically. He needs Poe to get inside him now, drags his teeth across his neck, palms his dick, trying to get him hard as quickly as possible.

They weren’t inconspicuous at the best of times, when they were just sneaking around for quick trysts that could be chalked up to an odd task for the Resistance, but this. It’s hard to cover up, especially when Finn wants to sneak off in public to fuck, and of course, of course Poe obliges, can’t really deny him this.

He bends him over a desk in a spare office, unoccupied by perhaps a miracle. Pushes into him after doing his best to get him ready as quickly as possible, because Finn is asking for it, begging for it, telling him that his fingers aren’t enough, tripping over the words, choking out, “I need it, need you.”

Poe can tell he’s overwhelmed even as he starts fucking into him, can feel how tight he is, fuck. He’s not sure he can go any faster, because Finn looks like he can’t handle anything more than what he’s giving him, because Poe doesn’t know if he can. Finn backs into him, frantically grabbing the back of one of his thighs, trying in fruitless earnest to get him deeper, determined.

He, Poe, thrusts hard, or at least, hard as he can, tries to give him what he wants. Finn’s cock, so hard, grazes the desk and it’s too much for him. Poe has made a point to not touch him, knows it’s too much for him right now. But he can’t protect him from everything. Just the slightest brush against his cock makes him come, strangled, shudders and writhes, tightens around Poe and just, watching him and then that, Poe comes because he can’t stop himself. There is something about Finn, clinging to him to learn everything, even his own name. Finn can’t do much of anything except hang limply across the desk as Poe cleans them up.

But they come back breathless, messed up. Finn looks utterly wrecked. He’s dazed, satiated (at least for now) but completely unable to focus. Poe cannot, in good conscience, believe that no one has noticed them.

—

Poe slams him against the door when they get inside, and Finn can see in his eyes he’s especially enjoying this. Doesn’t even make it to the bed, wants to keep him against the wall.

It’s a difficult angle, for his hands, trying to open him up, get him ready, because he always seems so tight every time. But he doesn’t care, will work for Finn, scissors his fingers. Finn throws his head back against the wall. He moans, but is impatient. He wants him now. Poe can oblige, already hard enough to fuck him just listening to him want it so much, watching him ache for it.

He slicks himself and pushes in, and it’s like, it always seems too tight, like he’s going to break him, like he can’t fit. Then, the whole galaxy sighs along with him, and he fits. Just perfect.

Finn is overwhelmed, as if simultaneously trying to figure out how this can be possible and ignoring logic for a feeling—something he still has to tell himself to do. Although it is easier when Poe moves, starts fucking into him. He pushes him further into the wall and Finn hooks a leg around him. Poe can get even further inside him, maybe the furthest he’s ever been, and the two of them both are going to come soon because of how deep he is. Finn’s eyes flutter shut, Poe’s holding him up with a hand against his shoulder that slips because of sweat and catches on the wall. Finn falters, doesn’t think he can stay up without Poe. It’s too much.

“I got you,” Poe says quietly, only to him, and lifts him back up. He thrusts more, comes inside him, and as he does, Finn comes too. Poe just watches his cock, flushed dark and wet at the tip, untouched, and it’s risibly hot the way that Finn can get off just by being fucked by him. If he hadn’t just come, he’d probably be hard again.

“You got me,” Finn echoes, into the crook of Poe’s neck, his body slack, the words a question.

“Yeah,” Poe answers firmly, trying to ground him, them. “Yeah,” he repeats, for good measure.

I got you.

—

Finn finds ways to make it easier. He gets himself ready for Poe. It wasn’t something he’d ever thought about before him, but now. Now, he stretches himself out on Poe’s, well, their, bed. He opens himself, almost three fingers deep before Poe returns.

Poe knows they share a room now, mostly, but he still isn’t always, or really, ever, prepared for this. The fact that he comes in and Finn doesn’t even hear him, just continues to work himself open. Poe notices that he’s hard, or at least getting there, just from this. Realizes that he’s saying his name over and over like a mantra, like a prayer, as he fucks himself on his fingers. Poe would be noticeably lying if he even tried to say that this wasn’t turning him on. He knows Finn likes this, likes him fucking him, can say that like it’s not a big deal, but any moment he’s here is different than just saying something like that. Doesn’t have to actually picture it, can see it splayed in front of him, craving it, to the point of knowing that Poe will be here and he will be ready. Will get himself ready just for Poe.

He has his own pants open, casually stroking himself, leaning against the door and just watching. It’s so hard to resist touching him but he does. He lets him keep going until Finn catches him and stares. They both smile, deviant, cheshire smiles. Poe moves closer to the bed, keeps touching himself instead of Finn, like he really wants to.

Finn tries to beckon him closer, asks him if he wants to touch him, wants to fuck him now that he’s good and ready. Poe isn’t sure he, Finn, will be able to take it, but he wants to. He absentmindedly bites his lip, answers Finn’s questions with just that, and his hand drags roughly on the tip of his cock, reminding him how hard he already is. But it’s not about him just yet.

He finally gets to Finn, bent down between his legs, nipping and biting down his thighs. He can’t stop staring at the way he fucks himself, so shameless. He flips him over without telling him and Finn gasps in surprise, but trusts him. Poe spreads him open, his big hands on each cheek, can see what he wants. He tongues it just slightly and that’s still enough. Finn makes a noise that gets Poe harder as he bucks into him, trying to get more. More, Poe tries to deliver.

When neither of them can hold on any longer, Poe gets ready and even though it’s a little bit different yet still the same every time, he always feels like it’s going to be too much for Finn, or even, it’s going to be too much for himself. His cock is hard, thick, and pushing into Finn, even after the preparation, even after knowing how ready he should be, it’s not easy. He’s still tight, slowing Poe down to an agonizing pace as he gets inside him.

He’s not even sure how long he lasts, mostly focuses on Finn who tells him it’s good, tells him just how good, how nothing has ever felt like this and he wants to do it forever. And that’s maybe too much, because Poe could do this forever, has thought about them doing this until the end of time, fragile thing it is, but would never dare say it because this base is no place to plan out forever. But it doesn’t matter, the universe has other plans for him, he sees stars behind his eyes when he comes, watches Finn ride out his orgasm on his cock, practically whines when he pulls out of him.

Then he’s content, they’re content. And they sleep, dreaming of constellations, whole star systems, they’ve been to, can go to tomorrow. Together.

Finn/Poe, first time

[(Anonymous)]

"We're gonna do this"

"Yeah?"

Re: Finn/Poe, first time

[(Anonymous)]

Please, this dialogue alone has me yearning for this.

Kylo Ren/Han, incest

[(Anonymous)]

Ben's daddy issues run even deeper than they do in canon.

Re: Kylo Ren/Han, incest

[(Anonymous)]

o. m. g. This is the kind of quality prompt that I am here for

Obi-Wan/Satine, face-sitting

[(Anonymous)]

The first chance she gets, Satine's riding that mouth

Re: Obi-Wan/Satine, face-sitting

[(Anonymous)]

I'm looking at old prompts and this one is pure gold. Every sentient metting him must have dreamed that.

Poe/Any, metal bikini

[(Anonymous)]

Okay, I think we've collectively come to the conclusion that Poe is Leia. Soooo... metal bikini, anyone? Maybe Poe's kidnapped and made to dress-up for his captor, a la ROTJ, or maybe it's just bedroom roleplay?

(past) kylo/poe, eventual finn/poe -- non-con, mpreg

[(Anonymous)]

Poe is raped by Kylo during his interrogation, and finds out after the events of the movie that he's pregnant. Finn helps him cope with becoming a dad, and deal with his PTSD from the assault. Poe and Finn both heal from the wounds Kylo left them with, while falling in love.

bonus, Leia figuring out what happened to Poe (perhaps he opens up to her? sees her as a motherly figure?) and being devastated at what her son did, being devastated at what he is capable of, but also being thrilled at becoming a grandmother (especially after her loss/thinking she would never be one), so conflicted feelings abound

Re: (past) kylo/poe, eventual finn/poe -- non-con, mpreg

[(Anonymous)]

how do you feel about abortion or do you want Poe to have the kid?

Poe/Finn or gen. The First Order had a fallback if their prisoner escaped.

[(Anonymous)]

Poe had a chip inserted under his skin when they first took him, but he was so out of it he didn't realise at the time. It's not until after shits gone down that Hux finds the trigger for it and remembers that he can still get one over on the Resistance by torturing their best pilot from a distance.

So he does.

Re: Poe/Finn or gen. The First Order had a fallback if their prisoner escaped.

[(Anonymous)]

please please please please

Jango Fett/Obi-Wan, fighting leads to sex

[(Anonymous)]

Because their eye fucking during Attack Of The Clones is intense

Re: Jango Fett/Obi-Wan, fighting leads to sex

[(Anonymous)]

bless you for this prompt *___*