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Finn wants to give Poe a present on their first date, and he buys a stuffed toy animal. Only to overhear people making fun of such presents (too cheesy/not for guys/other reasons), so he leaves the toy behind.
But when they stop at his place after the date, Poe is instantly charmed by the toy and wants to hug it and adopt it.
(you can switch Finn and Poe's roles if you want)

Just that. Everyone is your nationality.

eeeeeeeeee!

Part of finishing what Vader started includes Kylor Ren completing C-3PO! So despite Threepio's attitude, Ben was sort of fascinated by the droid his grandfather built. As Kylo Ren, he somehow captures the droid and intends on finishing him.

Poor Threepio misunderstands and thinks Kylo Ren means to destroy him so tries to distract him with all sorts of outlandish stories. Some true, some not.

Background pairings are fine (like Kylux or C3PO/R2D2 etc etc)

DA Not everyone prompting read umpteen pages of kmeme before they posted their thing. So it could be a coincidence.

Besides, the mods specifically asked people to refer stuff that might be breaking the rules to them, instead of trying to backseat-mod in the comments. Because this is annoying. It's in the way of my focusing on finding stuff to fill and reading people being excited about prompts.

So in Before the Awakening, Poe purposefully crashes a ship. In Episode VII, the X-Wing he took to Jakku gets destroyed. He can't even escape from the First Order without crashing a ship in the process.

Black One is only for special large scale operations. For his individual missions, Poe gets the cheapest, shittiest, barely flying pieces of junk to use (because they can't be traced back to the Resistance if he get caught).

Cue BB-8 complaining about Poe's terrible rides and Leia grumbling about how she literally has to have staff to go buy horrible ships for this child to crash.

Still OP. Can I just say how inlove I am with this fill. It's equal parts hilarious and sentimental. Han's afterthought about Kylo's hair and ears just tiny details that makes me a tad bit sad. that part about lumpy made me laugh though.

Just a heads-up, there's a depiction of a fictional molester menacing a fictional Stormtrooper in the context of a television drama. It's not too graphic and it's more "MUAHAHAHAHAHA LOOK HOW EVIL I AM TO MAKE A POINT" than anything else, but if that bothers you I apologize.

Most of the time, Finn did not miss working for the First Order. The Resistance were much better bosses than he’d ever expected- maybe things still happened in private, but he’d never seen anyone get shot just for asking a question, and General Organa didn’t destroy expensive equipment when she was feeling cranky (unlike someone else he could name…). He actually had friends here, not just squadmates, and he was finally free to act like a normal human being and not just part of a machine.

But there was one thing he missed. The First Order didn’t entirely cut off the troops from any form of entertainment. There were plenty of holodramas produced to keep up troop morale and teach everyone about the inquities of the New Republic, and even worse, the Resistance. And the drama he’d been following closely before he defected had ended on one hell of a cliffhanger that week. The beautiful, pure, innocent, and unwaveringly loyal Stormtrooper UL-5993 had been captured by the loathsome Resistance, and the show had ended with the perverted, leering X-wing pilot who’d captured her and killed the rest of her squad injecting her with some horrifying drug while telling her exactly what he was going to do her body until she spilled secrets of the First Order. Even worse, he’d shoved a ring-gag in her mouth, preventing her from biting her tongue off and choking on her blood- any good Stormtrooper would rather commit suicide than allow themselves to be degraded that way. UL-5993 had struggled mightily, begged the pilot to just shove her out the airlock, tried to kill him with a knife she’d hidden between her breasts, but ultimately she had been subdued. The show had faded to black just as the pilot had cackled like a maniac and told her, “Well, my dear, since you’re not going to tell me, normally I’d just torture you to death, but maybe I’ll have some fun first… you’re rather pretty for a Stormtrooper!”

The episode had been the talk of the base that week.

“They’re not going to show anything,” JB-007 scoffed. “They wouldn’t go that far, it would terrify everyone!”

“I don’t know, man,” FN-2199 had replied. “They’ve shown sex scenes before, and there was that episode with the tentacle monster.”

“But the tentacle monster only attacked Resistance members,” JB-007 argued back. “And they liked it! There’s no way they’ll show poor UL-5993… you know… it would send a bad message. That it’s acceptable to have sex with Resistance members!”

“Don’t be stupid,” Nines had rolled his eyes. “She’s being tortured! And it’s really just to make a point. After all, the First Order treats people like that gross pilot as traitors and executes them. I’ve seen it before! It will really make an impact if just before he does something absolutely unforgivable Captain Rockon charges in and saves her, killing the Resistance guy in the process! It will really show the glory of the First Order!”

Finn hadn’t participated in the argument, although he’d been just as fascinated. Surely, surely the producers wouldn’t go so far? But he couldn’t wait for the next episode.

And then came the raid on Jakku, his decision to defect, and his spiriting away of Poe Dameron. Who, now that he thought of it, bore a truly remarkable resemblance to the villainous Resistance pilot on the holodrama.

Even if he was part of the Resistance now, Finn really wanted to see what happened next on his show. Would UL-5993 escape? Would she bravely endure the predations of the horrifying Resistance pervert? Or would she die in a desperate attempt to prevent being violated? He just had to know the fate of his show’s heroine.

Rey likes Poe Dameron.

He’s a brilliant pilot, tells the best stories, and from what she can tell, the glowing reputation he has around the base seems to be justly earned. He tells her when she’s got grease on her nose, or takes her out for walks in the rain—rain!! it’s water falling from the sky!!—and laughs at her enthusiastic adoration of it. He remembers favorite things she likes to eat, and brings her an extra portion when she’s working on the Falcon in the hangar bay. The first time he did this, Rey had only been on base for a few days. She had been convinced she’d needed to repay him for this, because the thought of accepting food for free was utterly anathema to everything she had known of her former life.

So Poe brings her dewberries, little sour-sweet coral pops of deliciousness, and feeds her one by one when she has her hands covered in coolant and grease. He brings her something dark and rich and pungent, some kind of pudding that makes her nose wrinkle, which makes him laugh. When she confesses her love of a particular kind of stew, he secrets away two vaccuum-storage containers of it, just in case.

When they go for a walk up the hill, to a vantage point that overlooks the base, and the valley beyond, he brings her a bottle of aged Corellian ale, and it tastes bitter but she can’t stop drinking it.

And there, under the canopy of the wide, covering leaves, they make love for the first time.

They come back down the hill, and Rey wonders, and worries, that everything between them has changed. She’s grown rather fond of having a, well, a friend, in Poe. And Finn still sleeps, his body mending slowly, a little every day. She doesn’t want to change things, or to lose him. But he smiles at her, kisses her on the forehead, and heads over to where one of the tech droids is working on the engine exhaust port for his X-wing.

Rey likes Poe Dameron.

She likes the way he looks at her, the warmth he makes her feel. Sometimes she turns and finds his dark eyes watching her, and it makes her shiver. And the Force, well, he’s not sensitive to it, but he’s so unshielded, so raw and open the way he wants her. She knows that he thinks about her, riding him, taking him, body slick and eager. She knows because she wakes to hear his dreams of it in the middle of the night sometimes, and Rey pants and feels her cheeks flush as she brings herself off to them. She knows he loves her breasts, high and small and firm; and Rey loves the softness of his body—a fact that would embarrass him to no end, of course, as there’s no wasted space on him at all. But his skin is soft, and warm. He hasn’t grown up hard and taut like she has. She can lay beside him on the cool grass, trail her hand over the dark hair on his chest and down his waist, feel the way he tries not to wiggle away from a surprisingly ticklish spot.

Two months after she arrives, she gets hit with some kind of sickness. At first, Rey thinks it’s some kind of stomach bug, maybe a reaction to a food she’s eaten. Or, it could be that she strained a muscle in her back, because it aches, and her hips ache, and everything aches, and she’s miserable.

It’s Poe that convinces her to go talk to a med-droid. And when the blood comes, between her legs, Rey is horrified, and thinks she’s dying, before the droid reassures her that this is ‘standard operating procedure for a human adult female of childbearing age, given sufficient nutrition.’

Well, then.

She follows the droid’s advice, rests and sleeps and uses a hot water bottle on her abdomen until the cramping subsides. Jessika brings her supplies to use, shows her how to use them and what to do and tells her she might take a few cycles before she figures out which things she prefers.

When Rey is back to normal, a few days later, she remarks to Poe what the droid said.

“Childbearing age, can you even imagine?” Rey laughs. “Me, carrying a child? Swollen out to here and waddling around.”

“Yeah,” Poe laughs too. “Yeah. Crazy.”

But he looks at her differently, after that.

Of course, Rey’s not the least bit interested in—or frightened of, when the time is right—bearing children. She had asked the med-droid for a contraceptive shot, just in case, because if there was one thing the galaxy didn’t need at the moment, it was surprise Force-sensitive children running around, messing with her training. There would be no way for her to practice her forms or hold any kind of meditation for more than a minute and a half, if Snap’s four tousle-headded sprogs were any indication. Were there four of them? Maybe there were only three, and they moved so much it was hard to count.

Perhaps one day, but not now.

After her body is back to normal, Rey winds up in the hangar bay again, but this time, Poe doesn’t join her. She invites him over, to look at this weird absolutely mental piece of hodge-podge tech that she can’t believe still works after all this time, and Poe smiles at her and looks at it but there’s something… different.

She wonders, has he been feeling ill? Maybe he needs to see the med-droid.

This distance between them, it goes on for two entire weeks. But it feels like it lasts forever—and worse yet, she starts to worry that it’s only directed at her. There’s enough hustle and bustle in the base, missions being flown, intelligence being received and analyzed in so many mission briefings and pre-mission briefings, to everyone else Poe seems the same happy, helpful, friendly, wonderful guy he usually is. Rey wonders how she can see it when everyone else can’t.

And she finds him, one evening, quiet and subdued off in what had been one of their favorite spots, a little unused storage room off the secondary hangar. He’s got a bottle of Bothan whiskey in his hand, the sweet smell of liquor on his breath, but his eyes are clear and she knows how much he wants to touch her. It’s rough, and fast, and he ruts up into her from behind, one broad hand splayed wide on her belly as he comes with a muffled shout. Rey loves the way he fucks her, but he’s distant, still, afterwards.

“Are you angry with me?” Her voice is soft in the growing darkness, the sound of a incoming freighter landing on the pad overhead muffled by layers and layers of rock, more vibration than sound.

“What?” He looks genuinely affronted by the query. “No, of course not.”

Rey shifts, feeling the slickness of his seed trailing out of her as she curls up on her side, watching him. “Then what’s been troubling you? If you don’t want to do this anymore, I’ll understand. I value you too much as a friend to—“

“I’m not angry with you.” He says. And the smile on his face makes her almost, almost believe him.

Finally, at her wits end and testing all of the moral and ethical boundaries of her powers, Rey turns to the Force for guidance. She wishes she could get the truth out of him, or even worse, that she could just do what their captor once did, and peel his mind and see what troubles him. But that violation resonates with utmost wrongness, and Rey refuses to do it.

She climbs the hillside and sits under the broadleaf tree, closing her eyes, breathing in and out, slipping into the pure and quiet calm of the Force, hoping for answers.

You may not like what you find… her thoughts taunt her. And it’s true. She has grown to think of Poe as a dear friend, and if she’s done something to offend him, it would hurt to learn of her inadvertent slight. She knows she can be brash and opinionated, and she wonders, maybe her approach to this casual thing they’ve been doing, sharing breaths and bodies and pleasure together, isn’t working for him anymore.

And then, out of nowhere, the understanding hits her. The way he’d reacted after her appointment. His hand on her waist, over her belly. All the other little clues, could they mean what she thought they meant? Maybe he wasn’t pulling away. Was it possible that he was frightened of asking for more?

Interesting.

Rey meditates on this discovery for a long, long time. And when she’s done, she comes back down the mountain, and ponders.

Poe Dameron likes Rey. He likes her spitfire spirit, the way she grins, her laughter and wide-eyed incredulity when he shows her something he’s taken for granted all his life. He likes that, even though she grew up on a harsh, desert world, she’s so soft, so kind and caring. BB-8 informs him immediately that she has been upgraded to Close-Friend-Rey and the droid suggests that Poe do the same.

The day after that, they have sex for the first time.

Poe reflects upon this, positive that this is not exactly the status upgrade that the little droid intended. But she is important to him. He loves her, loves the way she shows him so clearly what she likes, the frustrated little noises she makes when he needs to move this way, lower, to the left—and then, gloriously, the way she threads her fingers through his hair and pulls him in, yes, just like that, right there.

But after her offhanded comment (why would he be thinking such things, why would he even want what he wants, and with her—to her? it’s sick, it’s wrong, it’s degrading) makes a whole mental image grow within his mind, Poe can’t even bring himself to look at her. He hates how much it arouses him, thinking of her carrying his child. It’s a child; it’s meant to be innocent, a glorious and happy time. Instead, all he can think of when he spills himself on his sheets alone at night is splaying her legs wide, having her beg for his cum, beg for him to pump her full of it, to breed her.

He feels sick, watching her smile and tease BB-8 as they work on a bit of the Falcon’s landing gear. She jumps up quickly to her feet, all lithe energy, taut like a bowstring—but, stars, he wants to see her rounded and full and walking slowly, he wants to see her caress her round belly and to know that that’s his seed, his claim on her, and no other’s.

It’s wrong.

Poe tries not to think about it. He thinks, instead, about flying, about drills and practice with his squadron. He thinks about the mission, about how much it means to him—and it does, nothing in the galaxy means more to him than ensuring a safe place where the next generation can live in peace, without the looming threat and fear.

He resolutely does not think about his next generation. Rey doesn’t want that. And his fantasy, or… whatever it is… is something so shameful, so beneath him, that he would never, ever admit it.

It’s not even about the child, for him. All of his feelings, tangled up in knots that wrench at him and sit heavily in his gut whenever she looks up at him with those wide doe eyes, they’re wrong.

He can never let her know.

Poe’s on his way back from the mess hall when Rey finds him. There’s a group of technicians coming up behind him, and Rey sees him, and he thinks, absurdly, that he could just turn around and avoid her, but for the fact that it would be horribly rude and desperately cowardly.

“Hey, you busy?” Rey smiles up at him, all innocence and sweetness, Poe thinks. “I’ve got something I’m sure you need to take a look at.”

“Yeah, okay.” Poe smiles back. He follows her down the hall. She always seems to be a step ahead of him.

“I was having trouble with this bit and then I think I had a breakthrough.” Rey was saying. She reached back, grabbing his hand, the contact jolting his whole body into awareness. “But you know how it is, the minute you think you haven’t got it, there the solution is. Staring you in the face.”

Poe looks into her face. They’ve stopped, right in front of her quarters. His whole body seems electrified, humming eagerly in response to how close she is, the offer she’s clearly making—after hours, no reason to be here but there they are. This is crossing a boundary. No stolen touches in storage rooms, no running away into the woods. This is her. This is—

“I’m…” Poe licks his suddenly dry lips, hyper-aware of her touch, her gaze. He feels her feather-light touch, the brush of her powers against his mind. Not probing, but… aware. “Rey, I…”

“I want this.” She says softly. “And I think… I think you want it too.”

He smiles sadly at her. “The Force tell you that?”

She clasps his hand more firmly. “No.”

Poe follows her into her quarters. Watching himself, as if from somewhere above and behind his head, hands trembling in an effort to keep himself controlled. She slips the jacket off of her shoulders, pulls the loose shirt up and over her head, and the sight of her peaked coral nipples hits him like a solid blow to the head. She comes to him, pulling at his sweater, clothes falling away even as he tries, he tries, to keep things under control.

He’s not under control.

Not when she’s spread out before him, soft skin on white sheets, legs wrapped around his waist. She’s urging him forward, heels on the backs of his thighs, and he can’t help but imagine how radiant she would look, belly taut, full of his seed…

“Please, Poe…” Rey begs, her voice low and breathy and desperate, groaning as he fills her to the hilt in one slick stroke. “I’m so wet for you, I need you to fuck me…”

Poe gasps out some sort of vaguely guttural response, and pumps into her slowly, then faster, as her legs tense up and her hips grind with each stroke.

“You feel so good, so good inside of me…”

Stars, she’s never talked like this before, never begged, and it’s damaging the very last shred of restraint he has. Poe bites his lip, trying to keep the words he so desperately wants to say from spilling out and ruining the moment.

“I need it, Poe, I need your cum.” Rey whimpers. “Please, please fill me with your cum.”

“Oh fuck—“ Poe feels his jaw go slack, speed increasing as he looks down into her eyes. “Rey, please, please!”

He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for. But Rey’s sharp teeth nip at her plump bottom lip, and her brows furrow as pleasure courses over her. “I want your cum, give me your cum.”

“Rey…” He can only pant her name, feeling her snug, tight heat all around him, all around his cock.

“Fuck a baby into me, Poe.” Rey’s eyes never leave his. “Can you do that for me? Can you give me all of your cum, and put your baby in me? Breed me?”

“Oh stars, Rey, you’re—“ Poe shudders, so close to coming already. He falls forward, catching himself on his arms before he can crush her, and feels her sharp intake of breath when his cock angles forward, hitting even deeper with each thrust.

“Tell me…” She damn near purrs into his ear. “Poe, tell me. Tell me, I want to hear you say it.”

“I want to breed you, I want to fill you up, fuck you until you’re filled, stars, I want you swollen with my baby.” The words don’t stop, they just tumble from his lips onto her skin—but she’s not repelled by them, and she tightens her legs around him as his pace increases to what must be a painfully fast tempo.

“I want your baby, I want it, please Poe I want it!” She keens into his hair. “Poe please, I want it so bad.”

Poe shudders, coming so hard that he can’t even control the noises he makes, hips jerking into her, thrusting sharply, again and again and again. The orgasm rolls through him like a wave, and by the time he can open his eyes he realizes that Rey’s got her hand slicked and tightly swirling between their close-pressed bodies. The thought of her rubbing his seed into her flesh, the little breathy noises she makes as her own pleasure flutters through her is damn near enough to make him come again immediately.

After, when he rolls to the side to keep from flattening her under his bulk, Rey giggles and curls up along his side, draping her leg over his thigh, listening to his heartbeat.

He feels like he should apologize; He feels like they’ve just conquered the universe, and as soon as he has control of his limbs, they’re probably going to do that again.

“Mmm, was that what was bothering you?” Rey kisses his temple, his cheek.

“I thought you would be disgusted…” He confesses. “I didn’t want to… to put you in that position.”

“And what position would that be?” Rey smiles against his skin, flicking out her tongue to lick at the stubble on his jaw. “One leg up in the ‘fresher, while you fill me from behind?”

Poe lets out a low curse, because, hell yes, that’s a great idea.

“I’d be so big, you couldn’t be on top next time we fuck, you know.” Rey sounds so calm, but she’s working her hand down between her legs, fingers slick and sticky, he can hear, over the sound of his heart thudding in his chest. “I bet my breasts would be all swollen with milk, you’d have to be so gentle with me.”

Poe grabs for her, inarticulate, gasping for air. Blessed and blissful beyond all belief. And Rey just grins, and brings herself off again against his thigh.

Next time. There definitely is going to be a next time.

I lol'd so hard at Pizza the Hutt and Darth Bathrobe. And poor Hux, almost getting his junk shot off, just trying to enjoy a nice lapdance from Kylo!

Excellent work, anon.

Phasma as Tybalt, I'm crying and in love with you, anon.

Finn did a thing in Before the Awakening that I related to as an autistic person and I decided that it would be cool if the thing that made him able to kick his training was him being autistic (and/or otherwise neurodivergent)

I'm guessing that ND recruits who couldn't "pass" after a bit of therapy(????) would be kicked out of the program (I would prefer that this doesn't mean they were killed, but if want that much angst that's OK) but anyone who could trick their trainers would have an easier time being able to run away from the First Order, since any conditioning would target NT brains.

But that's just what I'd think. If you have other ideas about those details then that's up to you. I'm throwing autistic!Finn out there but if you have any headcanons of your own then that's great! The only rule is ND!Finn.

++ Meeting other ND people on the base
++++ Meeting other ND ex-stormtroopers, whether they left before or after Finn
++++++++ Fluff with (ND?) Poe and/or Rey

this is such a beautiful, realistic, heart wrenching read. you really understand the dynamics of the characters - how found family becomes so important (the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb), the painful confusing grief of mourning a family member who has hurt you deeply unrepentantly but they were still family were part of you and how do you react to that?

thank you so much for this prompt and this fill

Oooh, seconding this.

::happy sigh:: so sweet!

seconded!

Thirded. God, this is an epic idea.

This is so really though, all the best pilots in Star Wars crash (with style) like biweekly.

The first time they have sex Hux is reluctant to shed his clothes because of how skinny he is in comparison to Kylo Ren.

Kylo Ren gets even harder when he finally convinces the other man to take it all off.

seconded!

Kylo is a witch.

Hux is Witchfinder General.

finn, an orphaned country boy stuck working for kylo ren, is sent out to retrieve a recently fallen Star and bring it back to ren.

little does he know, the Star is beautiful dark-haired man who is quite upset that he is suddenly in a crater on the ground.

finn doesn't stand a fucking chance. he falls in love with the Star.

(this is a really loose interpretation of stardust so you can really take it in any direction from there!)

As a lover of stuffed animals, I fully support this prompt.

OP -- I should have this up for you by tomorrow. :)

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Finn/Poe - fluff, maybe slight angst

Crack AU - Everyone is your nationality

Re: Finn/Poe - fluff, maybe slight angst

Gen, Kylo Ren wants to finish C-3PO

Re: Kylo/Hux - Dancing

Poe, Leia, BB-8 - Part of the Resistance Budget goes towards buying Poe ships, almost crack

Re: [FILL] Slave Kylo + Han bonus Kylux

FILL: Propaganda [1/?]

FILL: Poe/Rey - Pregnancy Kink 1/2

FILL: Poe/Rey - Pregnancy Kink 2/2

Re: [FILL] Slave Kylo + Han bonus Kylux

Re: Kylo/Hux , romeo and juliet AU !

Finn, others?, neurodivergence

Re: [Mini Fill] Manner of Death

Re: Rey/Phasma - Injured

Re: Fill: Glorious and Awe-Inspiring (and Cute)

Re: Han/Poe - Concerned!Han Taking Care of Poe

Re: Kylo Ren/Rey -Dominance

Re: Poe, Leia, BB-8 - Part of the Resistance Budget goes towards buying Poe ships, almost crack

Kylo Ren/Hux, initial insecurity and size kink

Re: Gen, Kylo Ren wants to finish C-3PO

Kylux AU, witch hunt, fucked up torture

finn/poe, stardust au

Re: Finn/Poe - fluff, maybe slight angst

Re: Rey/Kylo Ren