Tangled Root & Candlelight

by Darius Greene / ghost owl attic

Under the Starry Night Sky 

Poe Dameron x Fem!OC

warning: consumption of alcohol, jealous Poe, pure SMUT, breeding kink,P in V 🥵

Poe POV:

It’s wrong to fall in love with Elena Cass , the Ivory squadron new leader, Charlie ‘s sister. It’s been a few months and almost a year of Charlie death and his sister taking his place, when I first met her in person I mean she was fixing bb8 antenna when he got trapped in the crates back on D’qar . But there she is across the cantina which is odd, considering that she is usually at the hanger fixing her ship or that DK1 droid R0-GR , man that droid is annoying. I don’t know why but everything else about her is, wow amazing, cunning, kind hearted, speaking out what’s on her mind, stubborn sometimes but shy and force sensitive , I do wonder why is she is in the cantina ? I felt a nudged from Finn and I look at him “what?” I asked him, he just smiles drinking some Jawa juice “you been staring at her like your got hit by the love bug on Elena “ he said “but aren’t you guys have some frenemies or something?” I sighed “or something…….” I trailed off when I saw a man talking to her and felt different somehow like…..anger towards the man who is talking to Elena “who’s that man talking to Elena?” Finn shrugs “I think that’s Nel Jona, he is one of the blue squadrons finest mechanic , or at least that’s what he called himself that and what rose and Rey told me” after that , I watch nel putting his arms around Elena who looks uncomfortable I think and that made me take a harsh swing of my jet juice , “be right back “ I told Finn , leaving my drink to him I’m not going to regret getting that hangover later.

Elena (Jaina) POV:

This wasn’t my idea to come tonight, i want to go and train but general organa insisted that I need to relax for awhile so I went to the cantina for trying the drinks that are there and talked a a bit with my squadron who are recovering from their mission in the mid rim . As I walked in and spotted Poe with Finn, maker I love Poe kriffing Dameron and ugh it annoy me but lovingly due to the fact that Charlie trust him. “ I like to try the fuzzy tauntaun please?” I ask kindly towards the droid bartender. As I waited for my drink to come I felt Poe gaze at me but I’m not sure , the thought made me blush a bit, then one of the mechanics from blue squadron Nel jona came up to me close , way too close in my personal space “hey Elena, what’s a beautiful girl like you doing here this place?” Nel asked flirtatiously, which causes me to cringe “uh it’s none of your business Nel.” I replied getting my drink and sipping it , feeling the alcoholic drink slipping down my throat to my stomach. Nel just smirks and puts his arm around my shoulders which I try to move away from him “come on babe, why won’t I just let you let me show you a good time and-“ BAM turned and see Poe punched Nel in the face and Poe look mad “don’t you ever touch my girlfriend again!” He told nel , wait a minute girlfriend? I looked at Poe and he looked at me then gently grab my arm which causes my heart skipped at his touch, “let’s get out of here Star girl” and we both leave the cantina and into the starry night sky .

Narrator POV:

Poe lead Elena away from the crowd to the forest of the Ajan Kloss . They look at each other “why are we here and not at one of our rooms Dameron,?” she asked “ I didn’t want him or anyone else fallowing us” he answered looking at her blue eyes and pushing her dark blonde hair away from her face “I should’ve done this along time ago Elena” Poe said, before she can asked what he meant he kisses her , causing her to froze a bit but kisses right back to him passionately “how long did you wanted to do that?” Elena asked Poe “the moment when you tricked stormtroopers to go near those creepervines” he joked as he stripped her clothes off of her making her shiver when he kisses her neck, chest and breast . “I really, mmm hate those plants” she replied with a moan from him and she try to undressed him but grabbed her wrist “beg” Poe said sternly causes Elena to be caught off Guard “w-what?” “beg Elena, beg me to fuck you” he said as he starts discarded his clothes “beg for my fucking cock to be inside you”, marker they are drunk but Elena starts begging for it “please fuck me poe , please fuck me with your cock “ just like that, he lifted her up “good girl “ he said and put his hard member slowly in her which she groans to adjust to his length that was in her but continues kissing him while he starts thrusting slowly before he can picked up the pace. Elena both afraid and yet enjoying it due to it being her first time having sex, “f-faster…..” she said and Poe looked at her with his handsome brown eyes that were full of lust, his black curly hair and light tan skin “you sure Star girl?” He asked . “Yes, flyboy,” Elena said feeling her her orgasm building up and Poe noticed it “don’t come without me and that’s an order” he said, which she nodded quickly. She felt her back on earthly ground making an new angle for Poe hitting her g-spot hard.

It’s must’ve been hours of sex for the both of them ,panting Poe and Elena were cover with their sweat and feeling bite marks that were turning into bruises on their skin while holding each other for Elena she was exhausted and unknowingly being filled with dameron’s seed in her body . “Did I hurt you or anything?” Poe asked her, which she smiles weakly “at first but then it didn’t hurt” she answered in his embrace “ I m glad you like your first time “ there was a pause that made them realize that both of them needed to get to their rooms before everyone would realize that they were missing “Poe, why did you call me your girlfriend back there in the cantina?” Elena asked causing Poe to froze thinking why did he call her his girlfriend? “I didn’t like how Nel was in your personal space and I have to be honest with you, I love ya “ he told her looking down at her tired form. “ Poe, I know that you love me more than anything. Not just because I have the Force or anything “ Elena said taking his hand “because I also love you too.” “I’m glad that I made you mine then huh?” “yes, you are” they both smile and starts putting their clothes back on, “we might this again some point just not on the floor okay?” Poe laughs and helps pick her up off the ground.”I’ll keep that in mind “ like that both drunken pilots went back to their rooms to get some rest.

In the next morning both of them gotten the worst hangover in their entire life and barely remember what happened last night other than that what happened was took place under a starry night sky.

A/n : wow first smut oneshot fic with Poe Dameron and my oc Elena Cass/jaina solo. Hopefully I won’t be doing that again until I finish my Star Wars moon knight crossover fic which will take awhile to work/ finish on.🌙🧡💗

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The Red top creepervine is a unique creature, with a very strange lifestyle. though they are able to out run most predators, have claws sharp enough to pierce the shell of many herbivores ,a digestive system able to break down meat and an intelligence on par with most primates. But still they hang from tree’s eating fruit,grubs and leaves used to power their limited photosynthesis in order to get what little energy they need to survive.

Instead of hunting they spend their time racing in the tree tops of their jungle homes or grooming each others frills or watching other creatures on about their lives. - Captain shell

Snapshot: Late middle age. Khajit

The mist lies over the hills like smoke, boulders shouldering clear of the thin soil to jostle each other. With the right sort of eyes, one may look out over the shattered highlands and see where the Long Winter’s War splintered itself against the eternal stone, faltered, and finally fell back. From here, it is hard to say whether there was ever a winning side.

There are pieces left here of those years, gone to rust and splinter. This is impassive land, slow to forgive, too proud and hard to swallow a grave. Only wolves sang funeral dirges here, over such a number of bodies that they are still singing even now, so long after the last bone was scattered. I have learned much in my snowbound years here, not least the kinship an old priest might have with wolves.

There was a ruin here, once. A fort of some obscure past glory, even in those days a forgotten relic of greater times. It took a fair few hours to find it, now gone to stones amongst stones as it is. A shred of cloth still hangs, impossibly, where some forgotten soldier once lashed it to signal their fellows; after so many years of sun and rain, it is little more than a colourless rag, half its threads plucked away by birds to warm their nests. I cannot help wondering how many little birds this amnesiac flag has sheltered from the wind, whether they might have cared whether it was once red or blue.

A tremulous thistle pushes its single head through the shattered eye socket of a warhorse, the rusted chain of its bit still clenched between cracked teeth, the bridle long having fallen to dust. I consider it for quite some time, crouching to run my blessing fingers across its ivory forehead. I have learned not to linger amongst the bones of soldiers, often as furious and savage in death as in life, but those of their beasts somehow draw me into contemplation. An animal does not enlist, and I may only wonder what they make of the wars that slay them; even the most maddened of ghosts might speak some sense, if I were to listen well, but a beast’s soul will always be a profound mystery to me.

Is the spirit of a beast contented in the knowledge that their great flesh would nourish countless lessers, that the caverns of their bones would shield tender greenery from the cruel winds? Boundless servant in life, did it desire no more of an afterlife than one of simple utility, if indeed it conceived of one at all? My ponderance might well be nonsense, I am aware.

Still, with no definitive reason save my own sympathy and no Temple to rebuke my unorthodoxy, I mouth my soothings to the bones, offer some small acknowledgement to its sacrifice in the name of men’s ideologies it could never have comprehended. A beetle crawls into the long vestibule of its muzzle, and my thoughts turn naturally to Ald’Ruhn, to the great carcass of Old Skar in which my mother’s House sheltered for a thousand years. I kneel beside it in silence to watch the moons rise.  

A barbed, gnarled pillar of ever-charred stone arches over the crest of the hill across the gorge, its shape like that of a snake rearing against the sky. It is broken apart now, rendered safe by its sundering, only memory informing its once-arched shape from the debris it has become; and yet, as Masser rises behind it to paint its unclosed centre red, I cannot help but recall the roiling fury of the portal this arch once contained, a simmering crimson hatred. Though it is not the first one I have found within Skyrim’s borders, not by quite a margin, still each time I feel again that rush of dread which still belongs to these monstrous doors. For a moment, I almost think I can taste the sulphur and blood at the back of my throat, the brassy bitterness of fear. Somehow, at the time, I had not considered the tales of such gates in other provinces truly real, though I had been preoccupied with my own survival…

Enough, enough. The gate is but a dead thing now, like the others. Broken stone and nothing more, shattered jaws never to knit back together. No more to be feared than the ruin in which I stand, and moreover, quite a distance from me besides.  

My reverie is broken soon enough. I hear murmured voices somewhere close by, tucked behind some slab of fallen wall. It is not an uncommon trick of the wind, or the mind, and so I only pay it so much attention as to be wary. It is only when I glimpse a flicker of ear, a gleam of feline eye in a gap between the stones that I truly begin to acknowledge it as a truth. By my reckoning, if they’d meant to have harmed me, they would have done so long before I spied them, but even so I stand quiet and still long enough to be recognised as similarly benign in my intent. I cast a patient smile and a welcoming call to the rubble, and it is not so long before I hear my greeting echoed back to me.

“Ai, kinsmer!”

A Khajiiti trading caravan, albeit a small one. Only four amongst their number, their shaggy-coated mule stoically cropping dead grass in a slight valley down the hill. With the flawless manners of fifth-generation traders, they invite me to rest a while within their camp, to share tea and conversation as unspoken prelude to potential transaction. It is a pleasure to spend a little time amongst newer voices than my own, though with every year my dubious Ta’agra grows ever-more frail and archaic.

I make myself useful with the fire while the Khajiit raise their tents, clustered like circled wagons where the stone blocks the worst of the wind. Tinder is scarce here, what trees remain being windblasted into miniature and sent sprawling over the rocks like creepervine. It takes substantial heat to coax bone to burning; I lend the splintered deer my own strength until it may burn alone. The Khajiit join me around the fire in hand-rubbing contentment, setting spice to water, water to pot, pot to flame. The tea they favor takes some time to brew, though my stomach lunges for the scent of cinnamon and ginger, rich red anise flower still dewy with nectar.

Naturally, one of their tradeband produces a seven-stringed guqin-lute from a saddlebag, plucking deftly at the strings with claw-tipped elegance. The song they sing is slow at the first and quick at the last, a tale of a Khajiiti maiden scorned at the gallows by her kin, only to be rescued from the hangman’s noose by her beloved. It sounds oddly familiar, and beneath their exotic instruments and Ta’agra trill I do not quickly realise that it is a song I already know. The words and tune have changed a little since I was a young mer, when it was banned from open performance yet still quite popular in certain dens of iniquity.

Once, in Vvardenmeris, the song’s maiden had been a Khajiiti slave, the kin her Dunmeri master and his wife. Her true love, most often, was implied to be the master’s son. It is strange to hear it now sung so openly and with such joy; I catch myself glancing about for listening ears, as though I were a young mer again. I wonder if these Khajiit know of what this song used to be, so many generations hence.

I sit silent and merely listen to them sing together, watch them laugh and dance. Haregut strings lilt light and sweet through the cool night air. The fire is warm, and the tea brewing in the billy-can smells as divine as old temple hours. Firelight dances across their fur, painting them the shades of steam: of cinnamon, ginger, rich red anise.

The stars are clear and bright, and there is peace here. For today, that is enough.

Tickled these creeper vines today! Such cuties 🍃 #ivy #creepervine #vines #redbrick #newengland #ballastbricks #foxpoint #providence #pvd #ri #rhodeisland #tickletickleplant #plants #plantsofinstagram (at Fox Point, Providence)

Dont gotta man tho lol #creepervine #twerkvinematter #twerkyourlifeaway #imjustsayingtho #Wannabevinefamous xo