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grumpyeagleandfriends · 3 months

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À Terre II | Poe Dameron x OC/Reader

A/N: Reader is a Resistance pilot that was captured during a solo reconnaissance mission. They escape by hijacking a ship. Gravely injured and hanging by a thread, they rejoin the Resistance by crash landing just outside of the base on D'Qar. A certain distraught squadron leader runs out to help.

Hurt/Comfort. Gratuitous, self-serving one shot TWO PART story. I have rewritten the first chapter in addition to adding on a second installment. This time it's in Poe's POV. I don’t like using “y/n” so I give the reader a generic, 1 syllable Star Wars name in the middle of this bad boy. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I’ve been daydreaming about this for months years, so I finally decided to write it all out. There’s a little bit of a long set up, but I’m not sorry about it.

Rating: T

Warnings: Mentions blood and torture. Shellshock/PTSD vibes. Cursing. Tons of graphic medical stuff. Injections (so needles).

Word count: 5,439

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Blood was everywhere when he finally made it inside the cockpit...

Even after he got her free from the safety harness, when all he could do was keep her calm and alert until the med techs arrived, he noticed the way she looked at him, the way she pulled it together to focus every time she nearly fell asleep. Hol hadn’t been able to properly talk, but with every command he gave her, she nodded and tried her best to comply.

The metallic iron smell of it nearly knocked him back when he opened the canopy. It covered everything. Her shaking hands, her hair, her flight suit, he even found it coating the inside of her mouth after he coaxed her to let him take away the life support mask.

He desperately wanted to give her water to see if she could drink, but there wasn’t any to be found in the cockpit. He wanted to put her in one of his jackets to help stop her from shaking, but the patch of trees she crashed landed into was too far from his quarters on base. He wanted to scream at her for being so goddamn stubborn, but he couldn’t shake the way she desperately clutched onto his hand.

They hadn't been careful enough when extracting her. There wasn't enough time to wait for proper immobilization equipment to be brought out to the crash site. Between Hol's blood loss and the ship leaking dangerous fluids into the forest, they made the difficult call to just move.

Seeing that utmost trust in her eyes, alongside the fear and the pain, was what really scared him the most. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he let her die there, not after she clawed her way back to them.

He had no way of knowing at that moment, but the jostling when they lifted her out caused a broken rib to puncture one of her lungs. Poe couldn’t keep from blaming himself for his own role in that.

The second they placed her onto the hover gurney, her condition began to rapidly deteriorate. One of the med techs caught sight of her blue fingertips and immediately diagnosed a collapsed lung. Poe only just managed to clamber out of the cockpit to see it all. He stood frozen on the wing of the ship while he watched them cut open her flight suit to reveal her bloated chest. The bright glow of a laser scalpel quickly appeared and they made an emergency incision between her ribs to let the trapped air escape.

Once they got her breathing again, she was loaded onto the back of the waiting med truck and they took off. Poe was left to follow behind on the back of a ship technician's speeder bike.

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He sprinted into the medbay only a few moments after Hol was rushed in on the hover gurney. Bypassing the waiting area and going directly through the sliding double doors was unusually easy. In hindsight it should have struck him as odd that no one stopped him, but the overstretched med staff meant that no one paid him any mind when he planted himself against the back wall in triage.

As promised, Kalonia’s team was already primed and waiting to receive her. Poe had to crane his neck to be able to see, but he counted at least seven different med techs helping transfer her over to the exam bed.

They began working like a well calibrated machine, her dirty flight suit was sliced open and quickly stripped away. As soon as they were connected, the more sophisticated diagnostic scanners lit up and began displaying the worst of her injuries. Images of her chest cavity were produced on a monitor near the end of the exam bed, along with her vitals.

From where he stood, Poe was able to catch Hol’s foot beginning to subtly twitch. He wondered initially if he had just imagined the movement, but the surrounding med staff began to take notice as well.

“Eyes are beginning to flutter, she might be starting to come around.”

Dr. Kalonia took a step back as her staff continued their work. She pulled aside the young medic who had been down in the cockpit with Poe. He began rattling off the details of Hol’s condition when found and how exactly she was transported. After a couple of minutes he began gesturing over his shoulder in Poe’s direction, causing Kalonia to promptly look up. Her eyes narrowed when she caught sight of him standing back by the door.

Shit…

His back stiffened in preparation for an argument that never came.

“Dameron, get over here!”

She issued the instruction like an admiral as she pointed him over to the top of the exam bed.

He didn't think, he just immediately crossed over. The moment he was within reach, she grabbed hold of his arm and brought him to stand where she was.

“Do exactly what you did down at the crash site, alright? Talk to your pilot. Keep her calm.”

Hol’s head gently lolled to the side on the padded exam table, her face slack and eyes half-lidded. She went still once more just as he took his place. He cupped her face in his hands, noting how cool and clammy her skin felt against his palms.

Kalonia stood to his right, a penlight ready in her hand to test the reaction of her patient’s pupils.

“C’mon, Tarmin…” She called while carefully tugging open Hol’s eyelid.

Immediately, there was a weak moan, greatly muffled by the respirator mask. Hol tried to roll away from the touch, but Poe’s hands braced either side of her head.

“Hey, hey- it's okay. Easy, kid, easy.” He whispered, holding her in place just long enough for Kalonia to work.

“Settle down, Lieutenant.” The doctor spoke as she pulled away. “You crash landed on D’Qar. You’re in medical.”

Poe didn't let go once she finished. He continued cradling Hol's head, his short nails scratching at her scalp in some attempt at providing comfort.

Her body was fully exposed under the surgical lights, revealing the extent of the damage that he wasn't able to see back in the cockpit. The bruising along her abdomen and rib cage was mostly black, as if there were large ink blots staining her skin. There were blaster grazes on her right side, localized swelling where her right forearm was clearly fractured, wounds in her lower abdomen...

So much of it jumped out at once, he found it hard to focus on any one injury long enough. He began to wonder just what sort of state she was in before the crash.

Hol emitted another faint groan, one where he could distinctly hear a wheezing sound that came from deep in her chest. Her body jerked from the force of a cough. Red flecks of blood appeared inside the clear respirator mask.

Slowly, she began to blink against the lights. A worry line formed in the center of her forehead.

"No...n-no… "

It was hoarse and strained, but everyone standing around caught the audible plea. Hol's good hand suddenly lifted in an attempt to bat away those touching her.

Dr. Kalonia cursed.

"Restrain her! I'm trying to insert a chest catheter here!”

Padded white cuffs were produced and promptly attached around each of her limbs, securing her to the exam bed.

"Hol, look at me." Poe commanded. He cupped her jaw as he leaned directly over her, giving her no choice but to comply. He made himself the only thing she had to look at. His shadow worked to shield her eyes from the glaring overhead lights while also blocking her view of the med staff.

Her gaze was glassy and unfocused, but she was thankfully looking at him.

"You've got to relax." He urged, his hand smoothing her tangled hair back off her face as he spoke. "We’re trying to patch you up, alright? Let us help."

She blinked at the sound of his voice, and though the distress on her face didn't fade, she went still on the exam bed. Her eyes remained set in his direction.

"There you go, sunshine..." Poe quietly praised, using once again the affectionate name he knew she absolutely hated. "Keep those eyes on me, don't worry about anything else."

His attention never left her, but he was aware that Kalonia and another med tech were beginning to work at prepping the incision site to insert the chest tube. He wasn't convinced that Hol recognized who he was or even that she was somewhere safe, but he couldn't risk her getting freaked out by the procedure being performed on her chest.

There was still visible fear in her eyes, but she never looked away from him. Her struggling thankfully ceased as she began to lean into one of his palms bracing the side of her face.

"You're safe, you know that?" He found himself reminding her. The pads of his thumbs traced over the outer shells of her ears, trying again to ease the visible discomfort he saw etched in her face. "Promise you, babe. You're good, we've got you."

Hol winced before swallowing. His brow furrowed as he watched her lips suddenly part.

“Poe…"

Her voice was painfully raw, and normally the sound of her saying his name would have been reason for relief, but he only worried that she was wasting her energy trying to talk.

“Yeah, hey, Hol.” He greeted in a whisper, dipping just enough to brush his lips to her hairline. "It's me. I'm right here."

He frowned when she tried to say something more, something longer and impossible to parse.

"Shh-hey, no, that's enough. Don't want you to talk anymore." He gently scolded. "We’re going to do like before, okay? You relax while I run my mouth.”

Poe doubted she remembered their conversation down in the cockpit, but she thankfully fell silent. Her eyes remained on him as he kept quietly talking to her, blabbering on about how lucky she was to get out of briefings and inventory duty for the next few weeks, about how she was going to sit back on the medbay's best painkillers and watch the trashiest holovids he could find.

He knew deep down that she probably wasn't following him entirely, but he was trying to reassure himself at this point more than her. He was keenly aware that none of what he was saying was guaranteed, but he had to give himself something to hold on to, because imagining anything else simply was not an option for him.

She had to pull through this.

She had to be fine.

Minutes passed like that, Hol's unfocused gaze trained on Poe's face as he worked at keeping her distracted. Kalonia was able to successfully insert the temporary catheter into Hol's chest, which would assure the function of her uninjured lung until they could patch up the other.

Poe listened closely as a medtech outlined all of the crucial information, providing him with the rough plan of how her treatment would proceed. Once they finished stabilizing her most grave injuries, she would be taken back for surgery. There would be some additional testing after, which would take a couple of hours...

The explanation suddenly stopped short when an alarm began to sound from one of the machines. The level of the urgency in the room immediately started to bubble over.

"Heart rate is increasing!" Someone announced.

Poe visibly paled as he watched Hol's eyes roll backward. His hands still bracing her head, he desperately looked up at the med staff, searching for some kind of instruction.

"Dameron, out!"

Kalonia swooped in and firmly shouldered him out of the way.

Before he could object, a med droid approached and began to usher him towards the door.

"Doc, what's going on?" He demanded, sidestepping the mechanical arms reaching for his shirt. "What's wrong?"

His question went ignored. Hold was entirely obscured from his view. There were too many people now surrounding the exam bed.

"She's seizing! Start anticonvulsants and prepare for a transfusion!"

"Master Dameron, the team needs to prepare the patient for surgery. You must leave."

The med droid's pincers whirred as it closed in on Poe.

"Don't tell me what I have to do!" He snapped, the outline of his jaw more pronounced as he spoke through clenched teeth.

In a moment of sheer stupidity, he pushed back hard against the unforgivingly solid metal chest. He clearly forgot that these droids were built to easily lift the deadweight of critically ill patients of any species.

The mechanical arms tightly wrapped around him, securing his own arms to his sides. They closed, crushing him flush against the droid's metal body. The gesture was completed so quickly that he could feel the air being forced out of his own chest.

Poe feebly kicked, but it was useless. The droid easily hauled him back out through the double doors and towards the waiting area.

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The word about who crash-landed into the trees traveled like wildfire across base. All of black squadron, Finn, BB-8, several of the x-wing techs and pilots from various outfits formed a large group just outside of the medbay. Each of them had duties elsewhere that they were purposefully ignoring, choosing out of loyalty to be present while one of their own hung in some grave state between life and death. They were the ones who threw back countless drinks in the mess hall together, who organized a massive fantasy Gravball league that nearly sent the entire Resistance into chaos, and who pooled their commissary credits to throw each other birthday parties.

They were all present to witness the painful moment Poe was forcibly escorted out of the sliding double doors leading to triage.

"Shit!-alright, alright! Let go!" His shouts ricocheted down the hallway as he finally managed to yank himself free. The force of the motion caused him to promptly fall to the floor.

The others watched as he quickly scrambled up from the ground, stumbling and hurrying to kick at the back of the retreating med droid.

He missed, which only served to enrage him further. The doors promptly closed behind the droid and Poe spun around— his mouth set in a tight line while he began to inexplicably search his surroundings. His chest rose and fell for several beats. His face twisted into a sneer before he abruptly lashed out at the nearest object, sending a trashcan flying with his boot. The steel barrel was thankfully empty, but the sharp clang sent a shockwave across the medbay.

The few people waiting in the sitting area immediately stood up to vacate the space.

Finn was the first to take a step forward to intervene, but he was halted by a large hand on his arm. He turned his head to see Snap, skin still humid as if he came straight from the refresher.

"Best to stand back and let it pass." The pilot urged with a sad shake of his head. "His scenes are never pretty."

Finn didn't want to agree, but as he stood and watched the scene unfolding before them he couldn't find any reason to argue. Snap and the others would know better. They did know.

Poe’s hands were pressed to the back of his head, his fingers laced together as he glared at the closed doors. He could have easily pushed his way back through, but he inexplicably remained where he stood. His eyes shot a deadly amount of spite toward whatever was happening on the other side of those doors— information that, for the time being, only he knew.

His arms fell heavily to his sides. Ignoring the uneasy looks following him, he turned and traipsed over to the first row of waiting chairs, silently throwing himself down onto one of the seats.His legs stretched out while he leaned back, his arms folded over his chest.

He continued to stare at the doors, a hard glint in his eyes for the faceless goliath wrecking untold damage on the other side.

The others slowly filtered over to join him in the waiting area. A supportive hand would occasionally grip his shoulder or linger on his knee, but no one said anything. Those unvoiced questions sat heavy above their heads.

BB-8 remained near Poe’s feet, unusually still and silent.

Hours grudgingly crawled by. The light outside faded away and began to just barely creep back over the horizon when someone finally came out to speak to them.

Poe was the only one to be escorted back behind the double doors. Dr. Kalonia stood there waiting for him, still dressed in some of her surgical garb. Thankfully, her mask was off, because her facial expression alone was able to answer his most crucial question.

She was alive.

Kalonia began to turn before she motioned for him to come along.

"Follow me, Dameron..."

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They walked together down the main hallway of the medical wing, back to where Poe knew the overnight patient beds were located. He remained silent as Kalonia gave the run through of everything— what exactly happened when he was forced out of triage and what they were able to correct during surgery. Internal bleeding was what caused Hol to begin seizing. They performed a blood transfusion that stabilized her enough to undergo surgery, but they hadn’t been confident that she would make it through. The surgery itself took hours, but they were successfully able to localize and stop the bleeding in her abdomen and patch up her punctured lung. They installed a more substantial drainage tube in her chest to allow excess air and fluids to escape so her lung could continue to heal.

She would need to be kept asleep so her body could focus on repairing itself, but Kalonia was going to let Poe see her while they performed some additional tests.

They came to a stop just before the smallest room along the hallway. Due to space constraints on base, most of the rooms along this corridor housed multiple beds. This room was only for patients in a bad enough state to justify being kept isolated from others.

Kalonia stood aside to let him enter first.

They had Hol lying half-covered on an exam bed, her chest was mostly obscured by bandages. The first thing he noticed was that she was clean now, so much so that it made his head spin.

It shouldn’t have been such a surprise, because of course they were going to scrub away the blood and grime before putting her on fresh bedding. But still, the contrast from when he found her sitting strapped in that downed ship was startling.

Several machines were attached to her body. She was hooked up to a respirator and receiving fluids intravenously, but Poe also caught sight of the aforementioned drainage tube extending from a patch of bandages in her side. It ran all the way over the edge of the bed into a receptacle on the floor. Her injured arm was wrapped in bacta strips and immobilized with a splint.

He remained a few feet away from her bed, a distance that he decided would be safe, because it felt too dangerous to touch her. His eyes slowly took in every piece of equipment being used to keep her stable, at first he began to count but stopped himself when he reached double digits.

His brow furrowed the moment he noticed the padded white cuffs still attaching Hol's wrists to the bed frame.

"Why is she still strapped down?" He demanded, his voice oddly distorted from hours of not speaking.

"It’s just a precaution for now.” Kalonia began to explain, seeming to choose her words cautiously. “She’s still on anticonvulsants to help reduce the likelihood of further seizures, but even while sedated there are still some tremors. With the location of the drainage tube we can’t risk her moving too violently or ripping it out when she wakes.”

Poe blinked, taking a moment to process the information.

"How long does she have to keep the tube?”

“No more than 2 to 3 days.”

He nodded while he chewed on his lower lip, his eyes still trained on Hol.

“Look, Dameron…”

She interrupted his thoughts in a gentle tone that was meant to be comforting, but it only made the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight. Dr. Kalonia was known for ruthlessly running the medbay like a battleship. They went back far too long, he knew to brace for the worst whenever she started to go soft.

Poe turned to face her, the pit of dread he felt low in his stomach was only growing. He would have given anything in that moment for them to fall into their traditional roles, for him to be the one injured and for her to be yelling at him. - Dammit, Dameron! Either make yourself useful or get the hell out of my medbay!

But she only continued to speak in that horribly gentle tone.

“As Tarmin’s commanding officer, there is something else that you should know.”

She walked him around to the opposite side of the bed, where there was noticeably less tubing.

“During the examination before her surgery, I noticed some smaller injuries that made me order full lab work.”

He watched as she lifted the bit of blanket covering Hol’s legs.

“I found infected injection sites on the insides of her arms and thighs, then these small circular burns on her ankles.”

Immediately Poe began to understand the rationale behind her delicate words.

He'd seen those marks on more than a few Resistance members who managed to escape capture. He sported similar ones himself after being captured on Jakku...after the Finalizer.

“We found traces of antipsychotics, nerve agents, and truth serum in her system.” Kalonia continued to explain.

He bowed his head as he listened, the sour taste of bile was creeping up in the back of his mouth. He pinched the bridge of his nose while the facts began to register in his mind. His teeth clamped down on the inside of his cheek, he forced himself to slowly exhale.

"There are chafe marks on her body from restraints. The partial break to her humerus looks like it's from prolonged strain during intero—"

He couldn’t let her fully pronounce the word.

"Alright!”

He didn't have it in him to yell anymore, but the tension in his voice filled the space like a streak of lightning.

To her credit, Kalonia never flinched at the sound. She stood patiently, unwavering, her face neutral as she watched him. An uneasy silence settled over the room.

He took a shaky breath, being mindful to adjust his tone before continuing.

“It’s okay.” He spoke softly, voice trembling despite his efforts. “I-I got it, Doc.”

He turned to face away as he desperately tried to calm the tightening in his throat. The corners of his eyes were sharply stinging. The best he could do to regain control was to continue biting down hard on the inside of his mouth, inhaling and exhaling through his nose.

After a couple of minutes he scrubbed both hands over his stubbled face. With the heels of his palms he rubbed at his eyes until he saw stars. Slowly, much too slowly for his liking, he was able to push his own agony down enough to recenter.

Poe turned to face Kalonia once more. He cleared his throat.

“She's not going to be in too much pain when she wakes up?” He demanded. “You can keep her comfortable, right?”

She pointed his attention to the IV stand by the head of the exam bed.

"I can't promise when she wakes up that she won't be in some pain, but we can adjust the medication through her drip and it'll take effect almost immediately."

He nodded. His hand combed through his hair before he slowly approached the bedside once more.

Poe stood and watched Hol's face for several minutes. He searched hard for any signs of movement or distress but found nothing. Her features were mercifully still and serene for the moment. She was protected under the fog of artificial sleep.

“How long are you going to keep her under?”

The question was spoken in a near whisper.

“Depends on her vitals, but at least a day, maybe two.”

Kalonia took the time to show him her vitals displayed on the monitor near the head of the bed, providing a brief explanation of what the numbers currently meant. For the moment, everything hovered just barely inside the acceptable range. It was far from ideal, but it was at least temporarily stable. They would have to see over the next few days how she progressed.

While standing there together, they witnessed a ripple of stiff movement pass through Hol’s limbs.

“Whoa…” Poe visibly straightened, alarm written on his face as he began to think the worst.

Kalonia’s hand found his arm.

“Those movements aren’t another seizure.” She assured him. “It’s a residual effect from nerve agent exposure. Think of it like the nerves in her body recalibrating.”

Poe nodded in quiet understanding, but all he could think about was the excuse Kalonia gave him earlier for keeping Hol restrained— how she didn’t want her to hurt herself. There was some logic behind it, he could admit that much. But now that he knew some of what happened to her, he could barely stomach the idea.

They allowed him to stay in Hol’s room overnight. Kalonia had a cot brought in for him to sleep on, but only under the condition that he promised two things: to use the refresher across the hall and to actually get some sleep.

When he was finally alone with her he felt oddly numb. There in the nearly dark ward of the medbay, he stood over Hol’s bed and just watched her. It took several minutes for him to work up the courage to approach, but he did it. His hand briefly rested on the metal railing, as if he was grounding himself before he finally reached to touch her.

His fingers snaked between her own as he slotted his hand over her's. Immediately he realized that her skin felt strangely warm, prompting him to reach up and feel the side of her face. A quick look at her vitals confirmed his suspicions, she had a low-grade fever beginning to form.

Poe made a note to point it out to one of the medtechs when they would come to make their rounds. He touched her hand once more before he stepped back to take a seat on the unfolded cot.

From there he watched her rest. He felt the heavy pull of exhaustion on his body, but sleep was the last thing he wanted for himself. His mind was all over the place, thinking about too many things at once.

Leia would come to visit her soon. He knew that much. Once she was past the worst and strong enough to speak, they would make her issue a report and do a formal debrief in front of Leia and her counsel.

It would be long and grueling. She would have to relive everything in great detail and be thoroughly questioned. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know all of the facts himself, but he definitely knew that he didn’t want to put her through having to recount it too many times. Those meetings were meant to be classified, but it wouldn’t take long before everyone would know.

Poe so desperately wished that he could save her from that part—when everyone on base would begin to look at her differently. He knew that it was inevitable though. While he sat there next to her bed, watching over her while she slept, he could only think about what was to come.

He knew that for however long she stayed asleep in this room, she was at least protected from all that was waiting out there. The thought comforted him some, even if it was only temporary.

He also knew that the two of them needed to talk about a lot of things once she woke up.

Her position in Black Squadron needed to be rethought. It was a massive understatement to say that her flying under him was unethical. Before Hol left for Batuu they tried to be discreet about their relationship. They both told themselves that they were doing a good enough job keeping things secret, a delusion that went well past the point of denial. They thought their regular heated arguments in front of the others and their general refusal to touch each other would provide ample cover, but their sneaking off to fuck in supplies closets hadn't always been the most covert. But now that she was back, Poe was ready to throw discretion out the window.

There were without a doubt other positions for her as a pilot, other opportunities, but it was going to be difficult convincing her. Making her understand that it wasn’t a punishment would be delicate.

He would talk it over with Leia, with some of the other squadron leaders. He would confess that he was the one in the wrong, and readily accept whatever disciplinary action came his way. They would figure something out for Hol. They had to.

Poe knew he also owed her an apology. He could have handled things differently when she volunteered for the mission, he could have spoken his mind while remaining supportive. His only memories of that conversation were just of him dressing her down, desperately trying to pull rank as a last ditch effort to keep her from leaving by herself.

The truth was that he was so fucking proud of her. During the weeks she was gone he had been livid, walking around with anger bubbling under his skin at all times. But now all he wanted was for her to hear how proud he felt, because he didn't want to leave her with those memories of their final argument.

She kept her head cool and found her way back. She survived whatever hell she fell into and fought her way out. He still couldn’t wrap his head around how she managed to pull off the execution of that landing. She had one broken arm, was trying to evade being hit with no comms system, all while coming in on fumes.

A medtech came by a couple of hours later, which woke Poe out of a light sleep.

He sat up and watched from his cot as they administered medication, checked the tubes and wires around her body to make sure nothing was out of place.

He mentioned the fever, which thankfully hadn't climbed any higher. They started her on another course of antibiotics.

“She looks peaceful, doesn’t she?” They asked him at one point.

The very moment he heard the word a bitter taste spread across his entire tongue, making his mouth twist downward in a frown. He knew they meant well enough, but his head still snapped around to look at them in disbelief.

Because "peaceful" had never been Hol.

Conniving.

Stubborn.

Impulsive.

A pain in his ass.

There were easily ten dozen choice adjectives he and quite a few others on this base could use to describe Hol Tarmin, but peaceful was definitely not one.

Peaceful was a word that people used to describe the dead.

And his girl wasn’t fucking dead.

The very idea was something he couldn’t dwell on for too long, because of the way his foundation had very nearly crumbled during those weeks she was gone. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt panic the way he had at the crash site, thinking at any moment he would be forced to helplessly watch while she slipped away from him, like watching water slowly leak out of his cupped hands.

It felt selfish to have those thoughts while she was lying there in front of him, but he was keenly aware of how impossibly lucky they were to get her back — how impossibly lucky he was.

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lincolndjarin · 5 months

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All I Ask of You

[phantom of the opera au]

phantom!din djarin x soprano!reader & viscount!poe dameron x soprano!reader

[ postponed indefinitely ]

Summary : You are a gifted soprano brought into the spotlight of the most popular opera house on Coruscant. After reconnecting with a childhood friend he can’t help but ask where you learned to sing, after all, you never showed much interest in it when you were young. You see no reason to lie, telling him of the angel who visits you, giving you vocal lessons in the dark of the night. He laughs it off, insisting you join him for dinner but you don’t find the situation to be funny at all. Your angel has strict rules, and the last thing you want to do is upset him.

Content Warnings, etc : 18+ mdni, language, angst, smut, dubcon, graphic violence, manipulation, extreme canon divergence

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chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

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regarding the dubcon waring :

for anyone unfamiliar with the phantom of the opera, the phantom essentially convinces christine that he is the ghost of her father and manipulates and lies to her to convince her to obey him.

im gonna completely cut out a lot of the fathers ghost stuff bc i dont love it. that being said im going mostly off of my favorite version of this show (the royal albert hall version) and there is also a sort of hypnosis situation? its never really verified on whats actually happening but based on my interpretation of the source material, the phantom is controlling christine to a certain extent. in my version that aspect will still exist but all sex scenes will be consensual from both parties.

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aspitefulwriter · 9 months

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Poe Dameron x AFAB!reader

Summary:

First Order pilots are trained from childhood to deal with crash landings, equipped with the means to survive until retrieval and tasked to eliminate enemies on sight. When you crash on an uncharted planet just behind a Resistance pilot, your training comes to the test as you’re thrown into a new environment, forced to make choices you weren’t taught to deal with.

What’s more interesting is that you also find yourself facing the humanity that you previously thought was deeply hidden within, bringing trouble with it in ways you never fathomed.

[Also posted on AO3]

please note: has pov with she/her pronouns

includes: eventual smut, casualties of war, enemies to reluctant friends to lovers, pining, slow burn, forced proximity, reader is lowkey an asshole…angst…

status: ongoing

expected chapters: ??

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6 TBD

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron x reader smut #enemies to friends to lovers #enemies to lovers #poe dameron #poe dameron smut #poe dameron x female reader #poe dameron/reader #poe dameron angst #star wars #star wars sequel trilogy

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constellation-em · 1 year

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poe proposing to you

Okay here's the deal; I'm trying to break out my writers block so I wrote some quick little blurbs, didn't proofread them, and posted them on ao3 (@marvel_van_hogh on there as well). So, without any further ado, here you go:

“I’m leaving for six months.” He looked you dead in the eyes. He didn’t have his signature smirk, no twinkle in his eyes. He wasn’t joking.

“Poe you can’t be serious,” you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes. He closed the gap between the two of you, grabbing both of your hands in his.

“I’m sorry sweets. I swear I’ll come back. I promise on the entire universe I will come back for you.” He gripped your hands tighter, looking deep into your eyes.

“You can’t promise that. It’s war, Poe.”

“I can.”

And just like that, Poe was down on one knee, his mothers ring held out in front of you. You had been so caught up in the moment that you didn’t realise it wasn’t around his neck like it usually was.

Wait.

What’s happening?

“Poe?” You looked down at him, your left hand still in his right. You could feel your heart beating a mile a minute and the tears were coming faster now- you just didn’t know what emotions they were conveying.

“Marry me, darling. The universe wouldn’t dare take a husband from his partner.” He took a deep breath. You could see it, hear it, feel it. There was a moment of hesitation in both of you.

“Poe.”

“Darling.”

“We’re in a war.”

“And I’m in love.”

Six months later, your husband returned to you safe and just a little scratched up. He was right. The universe wouldn’t dare take him away from you, but you weren’t sure that was the marriage’s doing. He told people he only proposed because he wanted to lock you in before he went away for a while, but you both knew the truth. In glances shared across the room during parties, in shared breakfasts in the canteen in the morning, and in sweet cuddles in the dark of the night, you both knew the truth.

He was in love with you, and you were in love with him.

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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Much Ado About You

Scenario Prompt: Much Ado About Nothing Trick - Your friends make you think 'X' is in love with you. 'X's friends do the same. Making both of you realize you actually do have feelings for one another. Requested By: Anonymous (Mystery Prompt request Black 31)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x GN!Reader

Plot: Rey and Finn are tired of Poe and Y/n's bickering love-hate relationship, when it is obvious they are perfect for one another. So, they decide to do something about it. Let the games begin.

Warnings and Notes: None! Just some non-movie-plot related fun and hi-jinks! Based roughly on the Much Ado About Nothing plot between Beatrice and Benedick. If you have not seen the movie (the 1993 version) I highly suggest it, and here is a link to one of my favorite scenes.

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"You know that makes no sense right?" You asked with a light scoff.

Poe rolled his eyes. "It doesn't make sense to you. To me, it makes perfect sense."

"Ah, then it must be something so profoundly ridiculous that it can only be understood by those who can't access the part of their brain that supplies logic."

Poe let out out an offended scoff as he turned back to Finn and Rey "Are you two hearing this?"

Rey stared blankly ahead. "I stopped listening already."

"I've been listening but I have no idea what you two are talking about." Finn added on with a confused tone.

"And I don't blame either of you, Poe is the only one who can understand his own logic anyways." You spared a sly smile at Poe as you began to turn away. "I have to go, I have much more important things to do."

"Yeah right." Poe scoffed as he turned to walk the opposite direction. "You can pretend to have an important job all you want Y/n, but we all know you mostly just sit around anyways!"

"Hey, that was a bit harsh Poe." Finn added on.

Poe shrugged his shoulder as he began to walk away. "They know I'm kidding."

"Do they?" Rey asked softly as she looked over at Finn.

"One day one of those two are gonna say something that crosses a line." Finn said in response.

"Why can't they just get along? I don't understand it! They seem like they would be best friends, but all they do is bicker and argue."

"Seriously! When I met both of them I honestly thought they would be perfect for each other."

"Right?!" Rey exclaimed. Thinking for a moment, she looked over at Finn. "You know, I honestly wouldn't be surprised if their arguing isn't just a way to hide their actual feelings..."

Finn nodded his head slowly as a smile spread across their face. "I bet they're actually head over heels for one another. But, maybe they think they are the only ones, so-"

"So they act like they actually hate each other to spare their own feelings!"

Rey and Finn stared at each other with wide smiled and looks of realization. "That has to be it!" Rey added.

"And if we're right, then, maybe we could do something about it..." Finn said slowly.

Rey looked between the to paths that you and Poe took as she wracked her brain for an idea. Looking over at Poe she smiled "I think I know something we could do."

- - - - - -

As Poe hung half way into the engine of his glider, he didn't see Finn and Rose sneak up to be closer. Finn looked at Rose and nodded his head, Rose responded in kind as they both straightened up.

"You're kidding right?" Finn said, his voice a little louder than he intended, causing Rose to give him a slight nudge.

Poe looked up at the sound of Finns voice, wondering what was going on.

"No, I'm serious!" Rose said with a feigned dramatic tone.

Once Poe heard Rose respond, he continued to work on his ship, listening a bit more out of curiosity.

"So you're saying, that Y/n, thee Y/n, actually has feelings for Poe?!"

As Poe heard this, his grip loosened out of surprise, and he fell forward. Catching himself before he fell face first into the engine, he froze in place, hoping that Finn and Rose did not hear the clang and grunt of surprise that had followed.

Finn and Rose glanced up, having most definitely heard the surprise of Poe. They shared a smile, but continued.

"Yeah, I was surprised too, seeing as they seem to be so constantly annoyed by him. But really, Y/n is crazy about him!"

"Are you sure Y/n wasn't joking, just trying to rile you up?"

"No Finn, they weren't. I'd never seen someone so confused by their feelings. Y/n does seriously have feelings for Poe, but Y/n thinks that Poe hates them, so they just try to avoid feeling at all, and instead reflect Poe's own actions!"

Finn nodded his head in encouragement as Rose spoke.

Poe slowly and quietly peaked over the side of his ship to see Finn and Rose more clearly. Surely they were joking, they must know he was here. But Finn wouldn't do something like that, would he?

"Did Y/n say if they were going to tell Poe?"

"Oh no, no way."

"Should we tell him? Maybe he should know?"

"No way! Poe would just make a joke of it! He'd tease Y/n and use the knowledge of their feelings to torment them!"

"Wha-!" Poe began to exclaim in offense before he cut himself off, ducking down with a grimace.

Finn and Rose looked over, having heard the noise. After a moment, when Poe seemed to remain quiet, they smiled at each other as they repressed their laughter.

Finn let out an exaggerated sigh. "Maybe you're right. Poe's not the best at expressing his feelings. I just wish he could see how perfect he and Y/n would be together. They are so similar, and their differences even compliment each other. Yet, maybe it's for the best, Y/n is such a great person, and I've never heard Poe express that he wants a serious relationship. I love him, but I have to admit, maybe he's not worthy of Y/n's love."

Poe frowned at this comment.

There was a moment of silence between Rose and Finn before Rose spoke again. "I suppose we will just have to wait and see. It's not our place to meddle. Come on, lets go get some lunch." Rose said softly.

Poe peaked out, seeing Rose and Finn leaving the hangar together. As soon as he was alone, Poe began to pace around as he thought of what had just happen.

If it was anyone besides Rose saying this, Poe wouldn't have believed it. But he knew you and Rose were close, so if you were to tell anyone you would tell her, or Rey. Did Rey know? If she did, Rey was a secretive type, she would never betray your trust.

Poe sighed as he sat down and ran his hands through his hair.

'I would never have thought Y/n felt anything for me with the way they act towards me. Then again, I act the same exact way.'

As the thought of what Rose said passed through his mind, Poe stood up, letting out a frustrated scoff. "I would not make a joke out of it! Or tease them! I- I-" He stopped and stared down at the floor.

Thinking solely of the fact that you had feelings for him, he felt his heart palpitate harshly in his chest. He thought of you, watching him with secret feelings, and suffering through his harsh comments, his jokes, his seemingly indifferent opinion of you. He felt guilt rocket through him.

"I'd try to ignore my feelings too if I were Y/n." He mumbled to himself. Rubbing his hand over his face, he let out a sigh and started to pace around. "Y/n probably thinks I hate them." More guilt clenched at his chest. 'But that's not true. I don't hate Y/n, I can't hate Y/n.' His thoughts went silent for a moment as a sudden realization hit him.

Hearing the soft sound of beeping coming closer, Poe looked over to see BB8 rolling up to him. As BB8 noticed the look on Poe's face, the small droid beeped in concern.

"I'm an idiot BB8." Poe said softly, and the droid beeped in confusion. "All this time I didn't see it. I didn't see Y/n's feelings, and I ignored my own. I don't hate Y/n. Not even close. I think- " Sitting down suddenly he let out a soft laugh "I think I like Y/n too. Much more than I expected."

BB8 let out an alarmed yet almost gleeful chorus of beeps as he turned and began to flee the room. Poe watched him in alarm before chasing after him "Where are you going!? BB8 no!"

Stopping the droid, Poe pointed at him. "You cannot go tell anyone, especially not Y/n! You understand? I need to do it myself, got it?"

The droid let out a disappointed whir before beeping in agreement. Poe stood up and let out a stressed sigh. "Now how exactly do I tell them?"

- - - - - -

As you walked through the wooded area looking for Rey, you stopped when you thought you heard voices. Turning you walked closer, but stopped when you thought you heard your name.

"Are you going to tell Y/n?"

You frowned as you peaked your head around the corner of a tree, seeing Rey and Finn talking.

"Tell Y/n that Poe is in love with them?" He scoffed. "I don't think so."

Your eyes widened and your mouth fell open. 'Poe What!?' Quietly slumping down so they might not see you, you slowly crept closer, carefully as to not make any noise.

"Why not?" Finn asked.

"Because Y/n despises him? How do you think they would feel if they learned that Poe has had feelings for them the whole time?"

You turned away and leaned against the tree. Your heart started pounding heavily as you became a bit breathless. 'Poe, has feelings for me?'

"How do you know Y/n doesn't actually have feelings for Poe?"

"I would assume Y/n would have told me!"

You winced a little bit at this comment. You had been struggling with your feelings for Poe for a while now. You had considered telling Rey, but chose not to. Not until you figured it out first.

"Besides, I don't think I would want Y/n and Poe to be in a relationship."

You rose a brow and listened closely. 'Why?'

"Why?" Finn spoke your own thought aloud.

"They bicker all the time! How do you know they would not always be fighting or challenging one another?"

You bit the inside of your lip. That might be true.

"What if they bicker and argue because they have no other way of hiding their feelings?"

You shrugged your head in agreement of Finns comment.

"You have to tell Y/n! Or at least ask them how they feel."

As Rey and Finn began to walk further away, you heard Rey sigh. "I don't know Finn. I'll think about it."

Watching them disappear though the trees, you let out a breath you didn't know you had been holding.

'How does Rey know Poe has feeling for me? Did she over hear him talking to someone? Did she somehow sense it within him?'

Grabbing a leaf off of a tree, you began to rip it apart unknowingly as you mind raced. You continued down the path back towards the base.

'When I bicker and pick fights with Poe, is it because I want to ignore how I truly feel? And if he likes me, does he do the same? If he liked me so much, even loved me as Rey said, why would be be so cruel sometimes? Does he think that I hate him, so the fact that he has feelings for me makes him angry?'

You stopped in your tracks for a moment. 'All this time, we've felt the same things? No, surely not. Rey must be mistaken.' Shaking the thought away, you continued back towards the base, trying to push away your overwhelmed thoughts.

- - - - -

"Do you think it worked?" Rey asked.

Finn shrugged a bit. "I hope so. But what if they just decide to avoid each other?"

Rey frowned, "Maybe we should design a plan so they might have to be around each other?"

"Actually I don't think we have to."

Rey followed Finn's line of sight, seeing you coming from the wooded area, and to your left, out of sight, Poe coming from nearby. "Oh, lets go, hide!" Rey grabbed Finn and pulled him around the corner, as they watched you two unknowingly grow closer.

Your mind was racing as you walked back towards the base, as you tried to figure out what to do. If Rey was wrong, and Poe did not have feelings for you, you could end up much more embarrassed and hurt. Then again, if he does have feelings for you, and you avoid them, he might move on entirely.

Poe muttered to himself as he tried to rehearse what to say to you. BB8 was gliding along at his feet, occasionally giving a beep of encouragement.

As Poe entered into the courtyard, he stopped in his tracks as he saw you coming closer from another path. He felt his heart pick up pace, and he suddenly felt the urge to turn and leave. But as he began to, he met your eyes and you halted in your own tracks upon seeing him.

There was a moment of still silence between you as you stared at each other.

"Oh come on, say something!" Rey whispered desperately as she and Finn watched from nearby.

"Uh, hey." Poe said awkwardly.

"Hi?" You responded awkwardly, as you began to walk closer, unsure of what to do. And aware that he seemed to be acting oddly. Does he know that you know?"

BB8 looked between you before beeping encouragingly at Poe. Poe looked down at BB8 before exclaiming with feigned surprise. "Oh yeah! I forgot about that, thanks BB8." Turning to you he spoke hurriedly. "I forgot Raymond asked me to get him some tools before I left, I should go do that." Turning, he walked off back towards the hanger, bb8 following behind him beeping rapidly.

You watched him for a moment before you let out a breath and made your way back to the base. He was definitely acting odd, maybe he did know you knew. But how?

Finn and Rey let out disappointed sighs as Poe fled. "Coward." Rey muttered with annoyance as she and Finn turned to leave before you spotted them.

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Poe kept taking deep breaths as he made his way to the facility you worked in. He was going to do it, he was going to tell you how he felt. He hoped.

It had been a couple days since he had first learned of your feelings for him, and the realization of his own. He hadn't seen you since, and wasn't sure exactly how he would react when he did see you again. In reality, he could turn and run again.

Poe's thoughts were distracted when he heard the sound of various voices and shouting from the other side of the facility. From behind the building, he could see smoke rising into the sky. Quickening his walk into a jog, he began to run around the side of the facility.

As soon as he did, he spotted you. And in front of you, a man he recognized, clearly angry with you.

"You did work on these droids didn't you?"

You let out a hiss of breath as you spoke, trying to keep your calm. "Yes, I did, but I clearly stated that they were not ready to be used yet." You gestured your hand to the now sparking and half-destroyed turret droid. "If you had listened to me, this wouldn't have happened."

The man got closer, practically spitting in your face. "And if you would have done your damn job it wouldn't have been a problem in the first place!"

"Hey!"

Both you and the man looked over at the sudden voice, and felt your heart jump when you saw Poe approaching. He had a scowl on his face as he looked at the man in front of you.

"What the hell are you doing yelling at Y/n for? Did they or did they not say the droids weren't ready to use?"

"Sir, we needed them to run-"

"I don't care what you needed them for, answer my question."

You stared at Poe in shock as he angrily defended you. Something he had never really done before.

The man scowled and let out a huff of air. "Yes, but-"

"No." Poe interrupted "You don't get to make excuses, you used the droids when you knew you shouldn't have. Then it backfired on you. It's your fault and you don't get to blame Y/n for it, got it?"

The man clearly wanted to protest, or through a tantrum, but looking from you to Poe he let out a rough voice "Yes, Sir."

"Now go clean up your mess." Poe pointed at the destroyed droid, and watched the man saunter away in anger.

Poe looked over at you and immediately felt his heat skip a beat. You were staring at him with a mix of surprise, confusion and a bit of amusement.

Realizing you were staring at him, you clearing your throat a little. "Thanks."

"No problem. I'm sorry I intervened, I just, saw him getting in your face and couldn't stop myself."

"No, it's alright. Honestly I was about one moment away from hitting him. So you saved me some paperwork and a stern telling off." You let out a soft laugh and Poe's smile widened.

Poe looked over at the droid, finally seeing it for the first time. "Is that a turret droid?"

You nodded "Yeah. I designed it specifically to scan the atmosphere for enemy ships. It only fires if it scans a ship charging their weapons and aiming at the planet. And I programmed it to recognize our ships signatures. You can also access it remotely and fire it from the weapons room."

Poe looked over at you in surprise. "And here I thought you just made Protocol droids."

You rolled your eyes a bit. "Not just." You pointed at a nearby medical droid that scanned an injured soldier "Made that one too."

"Seriously?" He asked with an air of surprise.

"You'd know if you'd ever asked, instead you just joke that I don't do anything important."

You saw Poe close his eyes in shame and he opened them again and smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry I ever said that, I just like to get you riled up."

You smiled at him and shook your head. "You're pretty good at it."

His smile widened and he suddenly remember what he had come here for. "Uhm, do you need to deal with this? I was, uh, hoping we could talk. But I can come back later."

You felt your heart immediately begin pounding heavily as your neck burned hot. "No, I can't do anything with it yet. What did you want to talk about?"

Poe motioned his head away from the facility as he began to walk. Falling into step beside him, you watched his profile as he seemed to be thinking of what to say.

Looking over at you, he stopped and faced you. Looking around he noted that you were far enough away from the crowd that no one would hear him.

"I uh, I recently discovered something that's been heavy on my mind the last few days."

You swallowed nervously. Was he seriously going to admit he had feelings for you? Right now? "Whats that?"

"Well to be frank, that you have feelings for me."

You felt your breath hitch in your throat. "I-that, what?"

Poe could see the confusion on your face and grew nervous. "Well, don't you?"

"I- where did you hear that?"

"Well, technically I overheard it."

"From who?" Your voice was a bit higher in pitch.

"From Finn and Rose, I heard them talking and they said that you had feelings for me!"

"But I overheard Rey and Finn saying you had feelings for me!"

"What?"

You stared at each other for a moment before you both realized what was happening.

"Oh." You muttered.

Poe let out a scoff as he turned away, "What did they think would come out of this?" He said softly.

"If it's their version of a joke it's not a very good one." You muttered softly.

Hearing the sensitive emotion in your voice, Poe looked back at you. He swallowed before he slowly took a step closer. "So, then, you...don't have feelings for me?"

"Do you have feelings for me?" You countered.

He opened his mouth to complain before he shook his head and let out a soft laugh. "I didn't realize I did until I thought you did."

Your chest was tight with anxiety and excitement. "I think I did before, but I wasn't certain until I thought you felt the same."

Poe took another small step closer. "So, you do?"

You nodded softly, repressing the urge to smile. Poe stared into your eyes as he processed what just happened. "So. They tricked us, into realizing that we had feelings for one another?"

Letting out a soft laugh you shrugged your head. "Maybe they could see what we couldn't."

Poe smiled and shook his head. "I wonder how long it would have taken if they hadn't done this."

You looked down at your feet and shook your head. "Ages, probably."

Poe watched you for a moment with a fond gaze. Reaching forward, he gently took your hand in his, causing you to look back up at him.

He let out a soft breath. "I'm sorry I was always so annoying to you. I enjoyed our arguments and jokes, and the way we challenged each other. But, I'm assuming, that you thought I didn't really like you all that much?" He met your gaze with a questioning look.

"I certainly didn't think you thought fondly of me. Did you think the same about me?"

He shrugged his head a bit. "A bit."

"I'm sorry too."

Taking a step closer, Poe was now right in front of you. You met his eyes shyly as he stared into yours. You noted how his eyes flicked to your lips momentarily, and you held your breath.

"Oh, would you just kiss already!"

You both looked over out of surprise, seeing Rey, Finn and Rose standing nearby.

Finn smacked Rey's arm "They were getting to that!"

"Yeah, slowly!"

You let out a sharp laugh, causing Poe to look over at you. He shook his head as laughter bubbled up in his own chest. Suddenly, Poe cupped your face with his hands and pressed a kiss to your lips.

You felt your face and ears burning hot, but leaned into the kiss, deepening it. You ignored the comments coming from the others nearby as they made jokes and whistled.

Pulling away, Poe stared into your eyes with a smile. "Better late than never I suppose."

You grinned up at him, before you both leaned into another kiss. Gently placing your hands on his face, he wrapped his arms around your waist as he pulled you closer.

Rey nudged Finn in his side as she grinned. "Told you it would work."

xx End xx

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dumbgothbunny · 2 years

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College!Au Football Captain Poe Dameron, the school hot shot. 100 percent alpha male. Popular, good looking, a real party boy. Every girl wants to fuck (so many have) and almost every man wants to be him. He’s charasmaric. Smart. Talented.

And your worst fucking nightmare. He and his friends make your college life hell. They throw rocks at your windows some nights, pick on you during classes and between classes. And because it’s an on campus school you really can’t escape him. He’s the biggest bully you’ve ever met, makes you do reports for him, talks so much shit about you in front of your face to his friends. Just a real dick. He’s the opposite of you. And he lets you know it, as do his frat brothers and other sorority sisters. And then one fall night you’re dragged to a masquerade forest party. You don’t want to go but your best friend begs you, and you do owe her one. You get pretty wasted on accident, meet a very cute man with curly hair and a full face mask on, and things get very steamy 🫣

Also what would make this a dark fic would be what happens after. I doubt you’ll be too happy to wake up to your sworn enemy, and the amount of teasing when he starts to get possessive from his friends to you and the bulking from jealous girls-

Le college romance drama insues

#Poe Dameron #dark!fic #poe Dameron/reader #Oscar issac #oscar issac/reader

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my-morai · 9 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Poe Dameron/Reader, Poe Dameron/You, Poe Dameron & Reader Characters: Poe Dameron, Reader, Jessika Pava Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Protective Poe Dameron, Hurt Poe Dameron, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Poe gets in a fight, Poe is an idiot in love, You save the day, One Shot, Poe defends your honor, Romantic Poe Dameron, No use of y/n Summary:

When Poe gets in a fight on your behalf, you step in to take care of him and talk about what caused the fight to happen in the first place.

#poe dameron #fanfic #fan fiction #star wars fanfiction #romantic poe dameron #protective poe dameron #poe dameron/reader #poe dameron x reader #reader insert #female reader #fluff #hurt/comfort #emotional hurt/comfort

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mylovelies-docx · 1 year

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Omg I'm almost at 100 followers (and I don't think any are bots)! What should I do to celebrate?

So I could draw inspiration from Conan Gray's new(er) Superache album for Poe. It'd be like another installment in my Kid Krow series, but as a completely separate story, ya know? The only thing connecting them would be that they're both inspired by Conan.

For Bucky, I've already got a good portion of that series written but I was wanting to get nearer to the end before posting just so I could retcon any plot holes that popped up along the way. But I do like where it's going as of now, I'll just have to think of an ending lol

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky fanfic #star wars #poe x reader #poe dameron/reader #poe dameron x reader #Kid Krow: a Poe Dameron Story #poe x y/n

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aphrcdites · 9 months

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the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 10

Day Nine | 🌹Kinktober Masterlist🌹 | Day Eleven

Pairing: Stripper!Poe Dameron x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked.

Warnings: Stripping; car sex; clothed man/partially clothed woman; grinding

“Ladies, please welcome to the stage—Flyboooooy!”

A scream goes up from the surrounding crowd, and it’s so loud that you have to fight the urge to raise your hands and plug your ears. Your best friend leans over, whacks your leg, insists, “This is the one I told you about!” She practically has to yell to be heard over the pounding music, and the continuous clamor around you, “This is why I wanted to come here for my bachelorette—Oh my god, look at him!”

You manage to tear your gaze from your best friend’s glowing expression to look up at where she's pointing. And—goddamn are you glad that you do. Your mouth falls open involuntarily as you take in the sight of him.

The man on the stage is breathtakingly beautiful.

He’s…Glistening. That’s gotta be body oil, or something, right? He has to have been oiled up before he came out. He literally just got on stage, there’s no way he’s so sweaty already. Does he do that himself, or is that, like…A job that you could apply for—?

Your gaze travels from the heavy boots on his feet, up over the orange flight suit that’s been unzipped to his navel, showcasing his rippling abs as he gyrates under the lights. You look further upward, slowly letting your eyes slip over his pecs, his neck, the plush plumpness of his smiling lips, up over the slope of his nose. You can’t see his eyes well, but from what you can see, they look dark and warm, and inviting. His tongue sweeps across his lips as he shifts and dances to the song being blared over the strip club’s speakers. You sink back into your seat as if it could swallow you—as if the man wouldn’t be able to spot you beyond what must be blinding lights.

It’s only a few moments before he’s gravitating toward the crowd on either side of the stage, rolling his hips and grinning as bills are tucked into his flight suit. He makes his way to the front of the stage as he shrugs off his sleeves and flexes, inciting a fresh wave of admiration from the people in the front row. Your friend is no different—she’s practically jumping out of her seat and waving her fist full of dollars. Despite that, as Flyboy walks down the stairs, he makes a decisive beeline right toward you.

Your mouth is hanging open almost stupidly. Your hands flex in the fabric of your dress, and you press yourself further back into the seat. Maybe he’s actually looking past you? Maybe he’s going to go right past you and—

You suck in a nervous breath as he plants his hands on the leather of the booth on either side of your head, lowering himself to straddle your lap. You peer up at him, stunned. What do you even do now? You can’t touch him, right? Are you smiling?

He lowers himself, speaking just loudly enough for you to hear him over the music.

“First time?”

His voice is so inviting and smooth—and jeez, are you that obvious? Do you seem so out of place? You nod a little, thighs squeezing shut as his hips thrust and roll slowly against you. He leans back to get a better look at you, grinning as he undulates in your lap. You lean up, calling out, “She’s the bride!” And nodding beside yourself. It’s not loud enough, apparently, because he doesn't so much as look in her direction. You gather your courage and lean into him, curling your hand around one side of his jumpsuit, and hauling him into you. His eyes widen a touch as his arms bend to allow for the movement. You go still, your brain scrambled with him so close to you. You lean up, certain that he’ll lean away. When he holds still, you lean into his ear, pointing to your best friend.

“It’s her bachelorette party,” You tell him. It takes him a moment before he nods, patting your side gently. He shifts over to your friend, a grin taking up residence on his lips as he straddles her lap. She lets out a shriek of excitement, her hands shoving bills into the jumpsuit as Flyboy snaps back into action. You can’t help but watch him covetously, eyes traveling over him as he takes your friend’s hand and leads her up the steps to the stage. Your envy swells as he lowers her to the ground, his biceps bulging as he braces himself over her. He glances up toward you, shooting you a warm grin and a wink before he refocuses on your best friend.

“How’s your head, girly?” You ask, tipping your head toward the phone in your dashboard holder, eyes set on the road. Your friend just groans in response, and you can’t help but smile.

“Please tell me you’re not going into work,” You add.

“Already called out.”

“Atta girl.” You lean back in your seat as you reach a red light. “Drink plenty of room temp water, eat some plain rice or pasta, take your advil. I’ll call to check on you later.”

“Mm.”

“Okay. Love you, too.”

You reach out, hanging up the phone before you shift your attention back to the road. You turn down the block, frowning as you hear a clanking noise from the engine. Oh—No, no, no, not good. You manage to pull the car over just as smoke rises from beneath the hood. Ugh, goddamnit. You groan, tipping your head back against the headrest and whacking your hand against the steering wheel as an acrid scent makes its way to you. Motherfucker. So much for running wedding errands. You sigh, taking your phone out of its holder on the dashboard and typing in mechanics near me.

You’re staring again. You know that you shouldn’t be, but…Goddamn, how is this man just as attractive in the middle of a garage as he is on the club stage? He’s in a jumpsuit again, but it’s dark blue, and actually on all the way. It’s unzipped, revealing a white muscle tee with a few smudges of oil.

Someone clearing their throat beside you makes you jolt, and you look up, slapping a smile on as the young woman that had shown you into the garage (Rey is on her name tag in red thread) passes you coffee in a styrofoam cup.

“Thanks,” You murmur before raising it to your lips. There’s no reason to blow on it other than to give you something to do with your mouth.

The mechanic glances at you as he straightens up from bending over your car.

“Shouldn’t take too long,” He reassures with a small smile.

You have no idea what that means.

“Ah, right. Of course.”

He chuckles softly, and your stomach flips at the sound.

“Not much of a car person?” He plies.

“No, not really,” You admit, shaking your head. He nods, turning back to his work. For a few blissful moments, you think that you may be able to just sit there and peacefully scroll through instagram reels for the hour.

Unfortunately, luck is not on your side.

“So did you enjoy yourself?” He asks.

You frown. “When my car broke down?”

The man casts you a knowing look over his shoulder, and you know that you’re caught as goosebumps break out across your body. You offer him a guilty smile before raising the coffee cup to your lips to try and hide it.

“Your friend seemed to have a good time,” He adds.

“Oh, she did. It was her idea to go there, actually, she uh…She goes there pretty often.”

“Not your usual night out?”

“No, definitely not. I mean, I don’t mean definitely like—it’s just not my go-to. I do other things, other non-strip-club things.” You have never spoken this much or this badly in your entire life. “Not that it wasn’t nice! I mean it was great, you guys were all, uh…Spectacular.”

His brows jump and lower in the space of a second before he repeats, “Spectacular,” To himself in a mutter. Damnit, why did you have to say that? Why couldn't you just say it was great or fun like a normal human being? You set the coffee cup aside and stand from your seat, wandering toward the car and leaning against the side to watch him work. He’s a different kind of attractive as he works so diligently. You watch as his hands move with steady surety, his focus heavy on the components beneath the hood.

“How did you wind up being Flyboy?” You ask, unable to staunch your curiosity any longer. “I mean is it something that was assigned to you or did they already have, like, a cop and a cowboy and a construction worker…”

“You do know that it’s a strip club and not the Village People?” He asks, smile widening as your face goes hot with embarrassment. He waves off your apology before you can voice it, adding, “I chose the character.”

“It’s a good one…Suits you,” You add as he lifts his chin to look at you again. “I mean, the jumpsuit is very, um,” You wave a hand toward him. “It’s a good look. Solid. Works now, too, even though it’s…Different.”

You ought to sit back down. Let the man do his work. You start to push yourself away from the car, but before you can get far, he straightens up and holds his hand out to you.

“I’m Poe.”

Poe. It suits him just as well as Flyboy does.

You shake his hand as you give him your name, trying not to hone in on his warm, steady grasp.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“You, too,” You nod. You begin to draw away, but you hear Poe curse softly, taking hold of your wrist. Your stomach flips as you look down at your palm, spotting a smudge of oil there.

“I’m sorry,” He draws a rag out from his pocket and gently scrubs at the spot.

“It’s okay,” You smile. You lift your gaze to his as his movements slow, and find him watching you closely. The way he watches you is different from last night. It doesn’t have that bright, devil-may-care look that you’d seen just a few hours ago. You lower your gaze back to your hand, bashfully drawing it out of his grip.

“I, uh—I should let you work.”

“And I should stop getting oil all over you.”

You let out a nervous laugh, giving a small, lame wave before heading back to your seat.

It’s late when you spot an unfamiliar cellphone on the floorboard of your car. You’re not even sure how Poe's phone got in there—he never got into your car. But it couldn’t be anyone else’s. You make a call to the club, hopeful that you can just drop it off, but when you get there, you’re shown to a table.

“I really, um—” You bumble, lowering yourself into the seat reluctantly, “I just needed to drop something off for Po—I mean, for Flyboy—” Crap, don’t call him that, they’ve gotta know his real name, right?

“He’s up in a minute, I can bring you back afterwards.”

Back? Afterwards? You’re not sure which part of that is more concerning, but the announcer is crowing, “Flyboooooooooy!”, and it’s just too late to do anything but stare at a deer in the headlights.

…Well, that’s not exactly true. You could definitely still get up and not watch this. You know where the bathroom is, it’s not like they would’ve moved it since yesterday. But you find yourself glued to the seat, and you’re entranced by the way he moves all over again. His raw sensuality seems at once in concert and at odds with the way he looked into your eyes this morning.

You can still leave, right? You can sneak away, and leave the phone with the bartender, or—

Or you could stay completely glued to your seat as Poe heads right toward you again. Oh, crap. Your BFF isn’t even there for you to nod him toward. You sit stock-still and stunned as Poe straddles your lap, grasping the booth behind you. He moves so seamlessly, rolling his hips with ease and fluidity. You can’t help but stare. Your gaze sweeps over his rippling muscles as you take in the musky scent of his cologne, and the heat of his body over yours. Your eyes drift back up to his face, and you can’t help but smile at the warm glint in his eyes, and the wink that he gives you. You lean up, speaking into his ear,

“Shouldn’t you be performing for people who can actually give you something?”

He laughs, nodding a little. “Maybe.”

But he doesn’t budge.

“He’s over there,” One of the other performers waves you toward the other end of the dressing room. You mutter your thanks before you avert your eyes, hurrying through the scantily clad male performers. It is so damn embarrassing. Do they think you’re just some random creep that doesn’t know the line between what happens on stage and their real lives? Do they know Poe was grinding up against you just a little while ago? Do they know that you’re helplessly turned on, dripping wet from his attention?

When you finally catch sight of Poe, he's fully clothed, wearing a pair of dark sweatpants and a t-shirt. It’s almost odd to see him in something other than a jumpsuit. He turns his head, smile blooming as he catches sight of you.

“Hey there.”

“Hi.”

Poe casts a glance over your shoulder before he nods over his shoulder and holds his hand out, urging, “C’mon.”

Glancing behind yourself, you find the other performers watching the two of you with interest. You take hold of Poe’s hand, letting him lead you out through a back door. You step into a small back courtyard with him, glancing around. With how plush the interior of the club is, you shouldn’t be so surprised by how nice it is out there, too. The space is paved with light-toned stone; there’s a staircase to your right that seems to lead up to a porch. There are a few benches further back, and what appears to be a dormant water fountain.

“Do you guys do events out here?” You ask.

“Sometimes, yeah. In the summer.” Poe tucks his hands into his pockets, leaning against the wall beside you. “So, did you enjoy yourself?”

You warm with bashfulness as you nod, your smile widening as he grins.

“It’s like I said earlier, you’re all very talented.”

“I believe the word you used at the garage was spectacular.”

Dangit, you’re never going to live that down.

“Yes, I—It was. oh, before i forget...” You fish into your pocket, drawing Poe’s phone out. It lights up as you do, exposing an absolutely precious picture of a corgi puppy at a pumpkin patch, an orange and white bandana tucked into his collar.

“Right, thank you.” He takes it from you and puts it into his pocket without checking for any missed messages or calls.

“How did it wind up in my car, anyway?” You frown. “You worked on, you know,” You wave your hand vaguely toward empty air. “The outside.”

“Must’ve slipped when I leaned into to make sure she was starting up right.”

Your eyes narrow slightly as you nod slowly.

“Right…And I would buy that if you hadn’t asked me to do that for you while you kept an eye on things under the hood.”

Poe’s smile never wavers, but he does huff a quiet laugh before dropping his eyes and raising his hands in surrender.

“Alright, busted,” He nods. Your brows jump.

“So how—”

“I might’ve chucked it in there when you went to pay the bill.”

“Why?”

“How else was I supposed to see you again?”

Your stomach swoops at the admission, stunned. Poe’s gaze sweeps across your face as he steps a little closer. His eyes drift from yours, down to your lips, and linger there for a moment before gently sweeping up again, fixing you with a sweet, curious gaze.

“Tell me if I’m way off-base here,” He murmurs. You give a small shake of your head, reaching out and gently trailing your fingers over the back of his hand. He ducks in, lips brushing hesitantly against yours before he gives you a sweet kiss. Your eyes slip shut at the tender pressure, your hand lifting to cup his cheek as his arms curl around your waist. You lean into him, smiling as he turns you, pressing you back against the building. You loop your arms around his shoulders, teasing your tongue across his lips. He parts his lips with a sigh, and your clit throbs as his tongue tangles filthily with yours.

You jump, reeling back when someone bangs on the door beside you from the inside.

“You two done out there?” A man calls out, “Ben’s itching for a smoke break before the next show and he’s being a dick to everyone that area being for dancers only.”

Poe groans softly, calling back, “Alright, thanks, Finn!”

He leans in, peppering your jaw with sweet kisses. You’re certain that the two of you will part ways, but he tips his chin up, murmuring,

“Did you drive here?”

It’s a mad dash to your car from the club. The sky opens up and pours rain the minute you step outside. You grasp Poe’s hand, running through the downpour. By the time you reach the car and get the doors open (it takes a little longer than usual—the battery in your key fob is on the fritz), the two of you are dripping wet and panting. You each duck into the front seat, doors slamming shut on either side. The two of you practically collide as you lean in to kiss over the console.

You groan quietly, the sound nearly drowned out by the hammering of the rain on the roof. Poe draws your lower lip between his teeth, giving it a rough tug, only letting go when you whimper.

“Fuck—C’mere,” Poe urges, cranking the seat lever and pushing it as far back as it’ll go, stopping until it’s nearly flush with the backseat. You gracelessly maneuver across the console, whacking your knee against the gear shift on your way. Poe grasps the waistband of your leggings, drawing you down on top of him. You lean closer, pressing your chest to his as you blindly seatch for the lever to recline the seat. Poe’s hands smooth up your back as you catch hold of it. You yank it a little too fast, causing the two of you to jolt as the seat drops. The whack of the seat against the backseat makes Poe’s head bounce, whacking into yours. You both yelp, reaching for your heads as Poe laughs.

“Oh—I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” You gasp through Poe’s laughter. He shakes his head, lowering his hand, his eyes bright in the cramped, dim interior.

“It’s alright, I'm fine,” He insists, still chuckling. “Are you?”

“I’m fine,” You nod. His grin melts as the laughter quiets, leaning up as you curl into him again. You dip your head, flicking your tongue against his lips. His mouth opens with a quiet groan as his hands smooth up your back. You settle more fully on top of him, rolling your hips down. Oh—god, you can feel him hardening in sweatpants. Poe leans up, kissing along your neck as you begin to grind down against him. He hums against your skin.

“This is starting to feel eerily familiar.”

You giggle, sitting up as much as you can without your head whacking the roof of the car.

“Oh, this?” You tease. You grasp the car seat beside Poe’s head. You roll your body, approximating the moves from his act. He hums, leaning back and tucking his arms behind his head. Your gaze greedily travels the swell of his biceps in the short sleeves of his rain-soaked shirt.

“Mhm,” He hums, subtly pushing his hips up against yours. You reach down, beginning to draw your shirt up and off, but he tuts softly.

“Slower,” He murmurs. Your body goes hot from the order, but you do as he says, slowly peeling your shirt up and off. You drop it into the backseat foot well before you bow over him again, grinding back against the growing bulge in his pants. Poe loops his arm around you, making short work of your bra’s fastening. It’s the next thing to go as you toss it onto the seat beside you.

Poe leans up, brushing his lips over your breast before delicately stroking and sucking one of your nipples. You hiss softly, winding your hand into his hair and savoring the teasing flicks and laps. You snake a hand between the two of you, palming his cock through his pants. Poe moans into your skin, smoothing his hand down your bare belly and slipping it beneath the band of your leggings. You gasp as his fingers press against the damp fabric of your panties, your hips pushing down into his touch. He lets your flesh slip from his lips as he tips his head up nuzzling against your jaw.

“Fuck, that’s all for me, isn’t it, sweetheart,” He groans. You nod, squeezing your eyes shut as you grind your hips down into his touch.

“Can I touch you?” He presses, “Can I play with your pretty pussy?”

“Fuck, please, please,” You beg, touch stuttering as he pushes the seat of your panties aside, swiping the pads of his finger across your soaked folds. He groans roughly, his cock pulsing beneath you. You turn your head, catching Poe’s lips with yours and nipping at his lip. The two of you begin to rock in sync, hips rolling into each other’s touch. Your breasts rub against the almost course texture of his wet t-shirt, sending trickles of pleasure through your body. It’s embarrassing, but you’re so goddamn wound up—

“Poe,” You warn softly, “I don’t—Fuck, I’m close.”

Poe curses against your skin, sawing his hips up into your hand more harshly as the swipes against your clit become more and more insistent. The movement makes your sensitive nipples rub more harshly against his shirt, bringing you closer to the edge. You can feel the car rocking with your joint thrusts as the two of you chase your pleasure. You use the back of the chair as leverage to grind more firmly into his hand. You can feel him watching you closely, but you can’t bring yourself to feel embarrassed, not when you’re right on the edge—

Your orgasm washes over you slowly, your moans unabashedly loud in the car, and mingling with his as you feel his cock twitching beneath your hand, warmth spreading beneath your palm. The two of you slowly come to a stop, each gently slipping your hands away from one another. Poe wraps his arms around you, drawing you back down on top of him and resting his hand on your nape. You cuddle against him, as you trade lazy, syrupy kisses. You close your eyes as they break, resting your face against his neck.

“...What time do you have to go back in there?” You mumble.

“In a bit.”

“Okay.”

“Can I see you later?”

You smile, trailing a finger along his chest.

“At the club?”

“I can’t do the things I wanna do to you at the club. Not without losing my job, anyway.”

You tip your head up, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“My place or yours?”

“Either. I’m fine with the car again, too.”

“I’m not sure that’s the best idea.”

The sudden knocking on your window startles you, and you burrow closer to Poe’s chest and he tightens his grip on you.

“Ten minutes,” A warning comes through the window. Poe sighs heavily, dropping his head against the rest once the man has retreated.

“Ben,” He grumbles. “Dick.”

“I should, uh,” You look at the partially-fogged windows warily. “I should let you get back to work.”

“Whose place later?” Poe presses. “I should warn you, I have roommates.”

“I don’t.”

“Your place it is.”

You smile, tugging your bra on before reaching for your shirt…Which is still soaking wet and covered in bits of schmutz from the foot well. Well that's gross. When was the last time you vacumed your car?

“Here.”

Before you have a chance to argue, Poe is pulling his shirt off and helping you into it.

“But—What’ll you leave in?”

“I’ve got extra clothes inside, don’t worry about it.”

Poe gently levers the seat back into a seated position before reaching into his pocket, drawing his phone out. You watch him open it, smiling against the picture of the corgi.

“Cute dog,” You comment.

“That’s Bee-Bee. He’s my baby.”

You take his phone as he holds it out to you, typing in your contact, then sending a text to yourself. You turn the phone toward him again, waiting just a few seconds before your phone goes off with the message. “Text me when you’re done tonight.”

“It'll be late.”

“I don’t mind.”

Poe reaches up, cupping your cheek and drawing you down for another kiss. You sink into him, sliding your hands covetously over his chest and arms. Oh…You can’t make him late.

“Don’t you,” You mumble between kisses, “Have somewhere to be?”

“Ben said ‘ten minutes’ like two minute ago,” Poe argues, hand sneaking up under your shirt. “We’ve got time.”

“Seven minutes?”

“Eight-ish.”

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l0caltiredgirl · 1 year

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me @ y/n when they do something i’d never do:

like babe this isn’t us ?? get it together

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Star Wars Fic Recs

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OUT OF TOUCH [Ch. 5]

(Poe Dameron x AFAB!reader)

warnings: mentions of someone getting verbally assaulted and beat (not reader); also a man in his sassy era

author’s note: I post on ao3 first!! :)

MINORS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DON’T INTERACT

word count: ~2.7k

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It had been a day or so past the incident where you had assaulted Poe, and it was just within the past few hours that you could actually look him in the eyes while either of you talked. The entire aftermath had been horrifying for you thus far, and if you think about it for too long, you cringe. To occupy yourself, you asked if it was possible to get your hands on a decommissioned ship and tinker around with it. When the request was approved, you felt joy you hadn’t felt since escaping from the Order. You didn’t want to complain, but it was hard to be happy when the same nightmare woke you up every night.

Which is why you’re now crouching on the floor of the hanger, situated under a wing, and trying your hardest to do something to it. It’s been a few hours since you first got it, and it was getting to the point where the thought of quitting replaced any other thought in your mind given nothing was budging. Maybe they did this intentionally.

As your wrench slips off of the bolt again, you let out a groan. Your mood is only exacerbated when you hear footsteps fall behind you, and you close your eyes in waiting to hear whatever he is going to say.

Poe snickers, “You know, it would probably be easier to take the entire thing apart compared to whatever you’re trying to do.”

You shoot a glare behind your shoulder to your newly appointed guard and find a grin beginning to lift the corners of his mouth. With a small shake of your head, you go back to your attempt at getting this bolt out. To at least have one success today.

“I guess I’ve been thinking wrong about your role with the Resistance. All this time, I thought you were just a glorified lap dog, but apparently, you’re a droid as well.” The wrench slips off of the bolt again and you let your arm weakly fall to your side as you rub your temple with your free one.

There’s a silence filled with the sounds of the hanger before Poe responds, “I know you probably think that’s an insult, but droids are super useful.”

A small laugh escapes you and you take the rejuvenation as a chance to continue trying to take out a bolt, but the wrench still won’t catch its curves. Throughout your entire time sitting next to this machine, you’ve done nothing but move to different sections with each failed attempt at even taking it apart. You take the hint with a sigh, deciding to call it quits. With a grumble, you toss the wrench down and slide a hand down your face in exasperation.

“And you know, that’s what I’ve been trying to do, but all of these stupid bolts are practically stripped.” You turn your head to where he’s standing behind you, cooly sipping the caf he just came back with. After a moment of just watching you, he takes another sip while walking, then crouches next to you to get a better look. He hums after appraising it and stands back up.

“Yeah, they’re definitely stripped all right. I would help, but I don’t have the upgrades yet to take those kinds of bolts out.” He lifts his hands and makes a turning motion starting with his wrists, mimicking a droid. You roll your eyes.

“I could go get a buddy of mine for a price.” A smile begins to lift the corners of his lips, with you fighting the one on your own that wants to match his. It physically pained you that you were on the cusp of giving him the satisfaction of laughing at his behavior again, but you cave, your face getting warm with the effort of holding it in.

You let out an airy chuckle, “I’m afraid the only thing I have to offer here is a cup of caf. Other than that, you’re out of luck.”

“Then I’m in luck because I was just starting to run out.” He shakes his cup so you can hear its nearly empty sloshing.

You stand up from your crouch to be closer to his height than you were and motion to the cup, “Didn’t you just come back with that?”

He shrugs, “...So, do you want me to get BB?”

You shake your head, “No, this thing is out of commission anyway. I was just using this to give me something to do.” Poe’s eyebrows begin to pull together and he opens his mouth as if he wants to talk, but nothing comes out.

“Actually…this is one of our backup fighters.” Your mouth falls open slightly in disbelief. There’s no way this hunk of junk has any chance of going up against a First Order fighter.

“You’re lying–” You cross your arms across your chest, “I specifically asked for a decommissioned ship. Why would you guys give me a backup fighter?”

“Maybe people are starting to trust you,” he shrugs again and takes another sip from his cup.

You point back at B-wing that has rust flaking off of it with every breath of a breeze that comes into the hangar. “That thing is hardly near the condition to be put into battle. It’s basically a death trap.”

“I wouldn’t say it’s a death trap, necessarily.” He hands you his now-empty cup, which you take without questioning, and lifts himself to get into the cockpit. “Look.” He says, but now you start to question his decisions.

“Wha–Poe…” You step closer to him, your head now at where his feet are dangling as he shimmies in.

You gawk at him, “That is definitely not safe. Get down.”

He shoots you an amused look when he’s seated, “You said I sounded like a droid and now here you are sounding like a mother.” You purse your lips in aggravation. The nerve of this guy. B-wings aren’t something to play with.

“Someone clearly needs the influence if they’re attempting to fly a machine of certain death.”

He laughs and playfully rolls his eyes, “You know, you’re pretty funny. Maybe not as funny as me, but you’re up there.” Your eyebrows pull together, and you try to get a response, but he’s lifted into the air before you’re able to.

At the sound of the engine struggling to start, you take a few paces back on the off-chance the engine explodes and you wince at the noises it lets out once it comes alive.

Out of nowhere, someone steps in front of the fighter to direct him out and you mumble expletives under your breath. He’s going to get himself killed. With a sigh, you run over to the person, shouting, “Hey! What are you doing? This thing isn’t cleared for take-off!”

“It is if I’m standing in front of it. I’m only here because it was cleared.” She continues to direct Poe with the sticks in her hands, backing up slowly. You step away too and throw the cockpit a look of utter confusion as Poe just waves at you. In return, you twirl your index finger by your forehead mouthing ‘You’re crazy.’

He laughs, pumping his fist excitedly. You stand there until he’s out of the hangar completely, making enough space for when he decides to take off, which he quickly does–a plume of white smoke following him. You stare up at the sky as he recklessly does tricks and flips, the rest of the people outside also stopping what they’re doing to watch him. You look around at all of the people you know are stroking his ego and you shake your head. With a sharp turn, you walk back into the hangar and throw the cup you’ve been holding into the trash before walking back to your room.

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Little time passes before you hear the door to your room open, and you look from your point on the bed to the strutting man who walks in with shameless confidence. With an unamused grunt, you turn your attention back to the holopad and the manual pulled up for the B-wing starfighter.

“Did you have fun?” You don’t spare a glance at him as he sits down next to your legs.

“Proving you wrong? Absolutely.” You give him a quick unimpressed look before going back to your reading material.

He leans in a little, not being able to help himself from being nosey. “What are you reading?”

“I’m just further cementing the idea that what you did was reckless and dangerous and the people here need to stop enabling you.”

He laughs, “If everyone were to do that, they’d lose the best pilot in the galaxy.”

Your eyebrows pull together and put your attention on him, “Is that what you call yourself?”

He leans away from you and it looks as if he puffs out his chest before he responds, “It’s what I’m known for.”

You give an amused huff, drawing your eyes back to the pad, “Clearly must be the reason why I had never heard of you and your tricks before I switched sides.”

“Ouch.” He fake winces and grips the middle of his chest, the fabric of his shirt wrinkling in his hand. Seeing he didn’t get your attention, he releases his chest and leans down to where his elbows rest on his knees. A comfortable silence stills between you, the only other sound heard being the two of your breathing and the slide of your finger up the holopad as you scroll.

Just as you’re beginning to melt into your bed since Poe’s arrival, he ruins the silence with his agitating, grating voice. “I wasn’t done with that caf, by the way.”

You drop the holopad to your chest, the clap of it hitting your chest echoing the walls. “It was empty.”

He hums, “I could’ve kept using it.”

You tsk and roll to your side, facing the wall and pulling up the manual again. Unbeknownst to you, Poe’s eyes trail to the exposed skin from where your shirt is pulled against your mattress, a deep need filling his body to just touch it and slide his hands up and down your back. He wanted to know what it felt like as he held you, to rest his head in the place where your neck meets your shoulder…know what sound you would give him if he licked there. The twitch of his cock interrupts his thoughts and he stands up with a harsh cough. You look over your shoulder with concern, “Are you okay?”

“My throat’s a little dry with the reminder you threw my cup away. I’m gonna go grab something.” He goes to leave in a hurry to hide his quickly wakening problem.

“General Leia made a poor choice to have you as my guard. You don't do it very well,” you say, a hint of disapproval in your voice.

“I didn’t ask for this position,” he snaps, so you can either join me or shut up.” At his words, he can hear the rustle of your sheets as you turn, and he can only imagine the look you’re giving him right now. If he wasn’t overstimulated at the prospect of you finding his dick hard, he’d probably laugh.

“Okay, fine…Maker.” He takes a quick glance at you as you slide up into a sitting position to grab your shoes at the end of the bed and put one on. “I guess it’ll be my job to save yours,” you grumble.

As you put on the other one, he looks away from you and subtly tucks his issue under his waistband, hoping you’re still fooling with your shoes. Gliding a hand down his middle and past his waistline, he tries to check to see if anything is visible. He releases a low sigh of relief at his check, and the huge weight of anxiety leaves his body when he looks back at you and sees you’re just now standing up, mumbling under your breath as you glare at the floor.

As expected, you shoot him the same glare you just killed the floor with and he receives it with a smile. Your eyes flit across his face, perplexed at his sudden mood change.

“You give me whiplash,” you say with a tone of irritation, walking past him and out of the door. He quickly follows, the sound of the set of your feet hitting the floor echoes in the hall of the base as he smiles to himself. There are only a few paces done before he responds.

“The feeling’s mutual, sweetheart,” he rubs at the places where your hands connected to his chest a few days ago, “I can still feel the whiplash you gave me right here.” With the last sentence, he decides that instead of rubbing at the spots, he should point at them with his index fingers and make a sort of puppy frown face as he does so. You take a look at him from the corner of your eye and shake your head.

“Don’t remind me,” you briefly close your eyes to will the memory of the interaction away. You couldn’t believe he gave you the option to stay in your room and still decided to go with him anyway. As if to dig into the ever-growing wound, he doesn’t let up.

He gives a dry laugh and claps both of his hands on your shoulders, lightly shaking you as the two of you walk, “Trust me, I’m never letting you live that down.”

You reciprocate his laugh in a more mocking manner and slide his hands off of your shoulders, “I never expected you to. That would require you to be a little more mature.”

He’s silent for a moment.

“To be fair, you’re not the first one to have shoved me based on a rumor, so maybe I should just add you to my story list and call a truce.” You nod while he pauses, “But that wouldn’t be fun. It brightens my day to see Miss Former Commander embarrassed.” He grins as he waits for your response while staring at your face.

You only look at him blankly before you go back to looking straight ahead.

He sighs dramatically, “Okay, okay, I get the point. I’ll leave it for another day.” Silence hangs between the two of you momentarily before he breaks it, “Sorry for snapping at you, there’s…not really an excuse for it...” He trails off and rubs the nape of his neck while looking at the floor.

The two of you get to the doors of the cafeteria and you face him, “Water under the bridge. It’s pretty mild compared to the things I’m used to.” You offer a light smile to show him that you’re okay, especially his apology bandage helping heal the horror. He reciprocates your smile and gives a single nod. The two of you stare at each other, the break in the conversation making you slightly awkward before you hear a crowd shouting in the caf. Your smiles turn into concern just as you trigger the doors.

When they open, your attention is immediately drawn to a crowd that is situated in the middle of the room, three people being surrounded by it as several encourage whatever is happening. You tsk and relax, your thoughts of something more serious going on puffing out of existence.

There’s either an arm wrestle or some kind of food-related bet going on, you think. As you both walk towards the commotion, it becomes more evident that a fight is happening rather than a tame bet, the sounds of flesh meeting flesh and a lone groan coming from the middle of the crowd.

You and Poe exchange a concerned look again and the two of you push through the crowd. The people you shove past hurl nasty insults to whoever is being attacked; some along the lines of ‘You don’t belong here,’ ‘You’re going to get everyone here killed,’ ‘You’re a waste of resources.’ As you hear each one, you bristle more and more as you know exactly who such kinds of insults would be used against. When you break past the last line of people surrounding the three, your fears are confirmed.

Denel is being attacked.

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Okay I can’t send the gif because apparently it’s too big but you KNOW the one I’m thinking of. And when I tell you I am obsessed with it. The learning curve of his torso when he moves, the open shirt, THE THIGHS. It’s a whole 5 second clip and it’s so attractive.

I’m imagining it’s Poe just getting back from a mission where his flight tech had an error, and he’s sweaty, full of adrenaline, PISSED that a dumb fault could have killed him but relieved he made it back to you. And now obviously he needs to come and show how relieved he is but it’s still with that mix of irritation that he has to channel out of his body somehow. So you get woken up in the middle of the night with a frantic, need heavy Poe absolutely pawing at you, breathless and stinking of burnt fuel.

Okay I hope you enjoy that thot luvubye 😘

Oh. My. God.

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Poe Dameron x Reader

Warnings: PIV sex, and ANGST. Hooo boy and I don’t even write angst. What is this? Who am I? Are these tears?

You wake up to the feeling of hands on your face and and a body lowering heavily down over yours. Over the covers, still fully clothed in a flight suit that wreaks.

A rough, unshaven face descends on you, scraping your skin as lips press feverishly to your forehead, your cheeks.

“Poe…?” you mumble sleepily, coming to as fast as possible. You weren’t expecting him back so soon. His mission was slated to last another two days. An early return could only mean one of two things - the mission had either gone tremendously well or horrifically wrong. “Poe? Is everything ok? Are you ok?!”

Poe hears the ratcheting anxiety in your voice as you scramble beneath him to sit up, clutching at his clothes and feeling his extremities, most likely groping to find if he is still in one piece.

“Shh yes, I’m fine, sweets,” he reassures you, but there’s an edge in his voice that doesn’t convince you.

“You’re ok?” you ask, gripping at his jaw and forcing his bouncing gaze to land on your eyes. “Something went wrong, didn’t it?”

Poe’s jaw sets, even under your hands, and you see his brow knit with anger. He takes a deep breath in and out through his nose, fanning you with hot air that centers you in the here and now somehow more than the feeling of his body on you.

Poe is breathing. He is alive.

“We almost went down. Jaynes made a rookie mistake -,”

“Your new flight tech?” You ask, your own heart rate accelerating to match his own. “I said he was too green. He doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing! What -!”

“Sweets!” Poe cuts you off with a hand on your chest. Despite his anger, there’s a light chuckle in his voice and how easily riled you are when you get protective. “He’s being chewed out by the general as we speak, I think letting you at him will be a punishment not fitting of the crime.”

“He deserves to get chewed ON, not chewed out. And by a blurrg no less if it means you almost didn’t come home to me.”

Tears are forming in your eyes and your knuckles pale from how hard you’re gripping the fabric of his flight suit. Poe stares at you long and hard, all humor gone from his features. Then he lowers his face slowly down to yours, kissing you firmly and deeply on the lips.

He plunders your mouth. Drinks you in and swallows you whole, his hands gripping all over you. His motions increase in speed and intensity until he’s feverishly ripping at the blanket and then your clothes.

“Oh Poe,” you breathe into his open mouth when you feel his body shudder. He doesn’t stop though, not until your clothes and his clothes meet on the floor. But you understand. Because you also feel the need to have his skin on yours so bad you think you’ll burst into flames without it.

Or maybe you’ll burst into flames with it, you think deliriously to yourself and Poe slides back onto of you naked. His lips track your heartbeat from the pulse point on your neck, to the heaving center of your sternum and down to the apex of your legs.

“No, I need you,” you argue, tugging at his curls to try and pull him back where you can see his face. Your body betrays you, however, seizing with pleasure as he slides his tongue through your folds and sucks on your needy clit.

“I need you,” Poe corrects. His hands reach up and squeeze at your curves - your hips, your breasts - as he lavishes you with his mouth. “I need this. I need all of you. All the time. Sweets.”

His grip is almost painful on you and you’re sure you’ll have bruises in the morning, but none of it is as painful as the ache in your chest when Poe’s voice cracks on his nickname for you.

“Come back to me. Please come back,” you all but whimper, your hands scrabbling at his shoulders and arms, trying to heft him back despite your unmatched strength.

Your words break through to him. Maybe you sound hysterical. You are a little hysterical. Poe clambers back up, framing your head with his forearms and looking down at you.

“I’m here. I’m here.” He says comfortingly, as you would to a child who wakes screaming from a night terror. You must look wild because he reaches down to grab your hand, pulling it up and clasping it crushed between your bodies. You can feel the frantic beating of both your hearts this way. “I came back.”

You are the one who lunges for him now, kissing him deeply and tasting yourself now on his lips.

You kiss until kissing is all there is. There’s no thought. No yesterday and no tomorrow. Till yours are just two bodies intertwined in the here and now. Bodies doing what bodies were made to do. He hardens and you feel his hips begin to roll down into yours. His length meets your heat, unguided and unfinessed. He’s just grinding into you. Feeling you. Neither of you bothering to unclasp hands long enough to truly guide him inside.

It happens eventually. You’re not sure if you just become so wet, so empty, so incomplete without him, tilting your pelvis just so to where he simply slips in. Or if one of you in a second of blind passion did miraculously reach down and situate him inside you before returning to clasp the other’s hand.

Either way, he is soon moving with you, and you with him. The rhythm isn’t perfect. You’re both nearing exhaustion and your energy is frenetic, desperate.

When you cum together you see stars. Stars like the stars you gazed up at just earlier that night, hoping and praying to any gods out there that his ship would fly straight and true.

And bring him right back here to you.

~*~

Goodness gracious that got away from me and EMOTIONAL.

Thank you @paper-n-ashes for sending me spiraling (love you ♥️)

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