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mermaidxatxheart · 11 months

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Better Together Epilogue

Hey, everyone. This is the final chapter of this story. Thank you to everyone who's been reading right along.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 1682

Warnings: Poe. That's it. He's the whole warning.

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Poe stops at the market stall, looking over the ripe fruit. He has to be particular, find just the right ones. It looks like it’s going to rain soon and he really doesn’t want to be sent back out because he got the wrong things.

“Again?” The stall owner asks, looking over the rims of his glasses at him.

“I blame you. This is your fault.” Poe points.

“I can’t help it. It’s a special secret.” He grins. He ducks down and comes up with a basket of the perfect fruits. “I had a feeling she’d want more.”

“You’re a lifesaver.” Poe says, paying him for the produce and heading for the end of the street. He’s about to leave, to head to his brand new home that he shares with you when something bright and colorful catches his eye.

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A disassembled piece of furniture lays in pieces around you on the floor, the instructions in a language you’ve never even seen before. The diagrams aren’t even helpful.

Your eyebrows pinch in frustration. You wanted to have this done before Poe got home, to surprise him. But with the way it’s going now, which is to say nowhere, that won’t happen.

You pick up two of the long pieces and can’t possibly imagine how they might go together.

You need a snack.

Pushing yourself up off the floor, you head for the kitchen. Boxes of brand new dishes and glasses cover the counters and tables. So much left to unpack. It doesn’t feel real.

The First Order is gone, for good this time. Poe is safe and here with you. You’re in your home. Not some bunker on a base, but a home with his dad nearby, and your friends close. It’s been a long year, setting up the new republic, getting this corner of the galaxy back in order. But finally, you can have Poe all to yourself. Until his boyfriend comes knocking, wanting to know if he can come out to play.

You open the box of cupcakes and inhale the wonderful scent of chocolate and frosting. Standing in front of the sink, you carefully peel the wrapper off and break off the bottom of the cake. You press it down into the frosting, licking any that starts to drip out. The sugary sweet chocolate coats your tongue and you hum in approval, taking a bite. Careful to get the crumbs in the sink this time, you try not to inhale it again. Poe yelled at you the last time he caught you sneaking a cupcake like this.

Crumbs everywhere, and you’re gonna choke. Who taught you how to eat?

Just as you’re pushing the last bite into your mouth, the door opens. Crap. You can’t chew fast enough to hide the evidence, he’s going to catch you.

You sweep the wrapper into the sink and pretend to just be looking out the window, surreptitiously trying to chew. You can hear him set his things down on the table and make his way over to you, but you don’t dare look.

You can feel him behind you, his chest presses against your back and he holds up something bright in front of you. A beautiful bouquet of bright flowers, pinks and blues and oranges in a riotous array.

You cover your mouth with one hand, trying desperately to swallow the suddenly dry cake, while taking the stunning bouquet with your other hand.

“I missed you.” He murmurs, wrapping his arms around you, his hands cradling your belly bump. His lips press against your neck, up your jaw before he pauses. “Not gonna say it back?” He asks.

Shit. No hiding it now. “I mithed you, too.” You mumble, keeping your mouth covered.

“Y/N, you are unbelievable.” He sighs, pulling away and turning you around to face him. You finish chewing now that the damage has been done. He’s furiously trying to keep his lips from tugging up at the corners. “You’re going to make yourself choke!”

“The baby wanted it!” You rush, a few crumbs flying at him.

He lowers his eyes to where they fall at his feet and then back up to you. “So, you’re gonna blame this bad behavior on our baby?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Yup. Did you bring home any more fruit?” You ask, trying to sidestep him.

“If I say yes, are you gonna inhale it?”

“Maybe, but I rather think that’s my business.” You pat his cheek and he captures your hand.

“Was that the last cupcake?”

“No. But I’m claiming the others.” You say, dropping your hand to your belly.

“Oh, for crying-… fine.”

You kiss him softly before going to see what fruit he brought you. “I love you.” You tell him as he turns towards the rest of the house.

“I love you, too. Menace.” He shakes his head, pausing in front of the room you had left. “Babe!” He sighs.

“I was trying to surprise you. Don’t worry, I didn’t actually get anything done on it.” There’s a knock on the door and you glance up. “Good news is, Finn’s here to help you figure it out.” You call as his best friend walks in.

“Hey, Y/N.” Finn grins, giving you a hug.

“Hey. Did you bring Rey? Or are you just here by yourself to see your boyfriend?”

“She’s outside. She’ll be in in a minute.” He says, stepping around you and heading for the nursery. You follow him, resting a hand on his broad shoulders.

“So, you boys can get this done by tonight, right?” You ask as Poe picks up one side of the crib.

He stares at you before rolling his eyes. “You’re awfully demanding. Claiming all the cupcakes and everything.”

“I’ll make you both dinner.” You promise.

Poe opens his mouth to protest, but Finn cuts him off. “Deal.”

You turn away and go outside to find Rey. She’s looking up at the sky, her hazel eyes distant and unfocused. She’s been through a lot, and now she carries the memory of countless Jedi before her. Sometimes she can hear them whispering and she gets that far off look.

You touch her shoulder gently and she turns with a start, blinking at you. “Y/N! Look at you! Oh wow. I can’t believe you let him get what he wants.” She laughs, placing a hand on your belly.

“He’s pretty persuasive.” You laugh, moving her hand around to where the baby is pushing.

“Oh wow.” She repeats, her eyes trained on the spot. “I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long.” She mutters, dropping her hand.

“Rey, none of us blame you. We know shit’s been hard. That’s the best part about friendship, when you need us, we’ll be here for you. Always.” You cup her cheek affectionately and she smiles sadly.

“Thanks, Y/N.”

“Come on. I promised the boys dinner. I think we can eat under the canopy while it rains.”

“Alright.” She agrees, following you back inside, one last glance over her shoulder.

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The thunder rages on while the four of you eat. BB8 is tucked under your chair, his place permanently by your side since you found out you were pregnant. He’s almost as obsessed as Poe is.

You push your plate back, stuffed. You should have stopped before this. But it was just so good. You drop your head back and stare up at the ceiling of the wide canopy.

“Y/N, that was delicious.” Finn says, finishing his spotchka.

“Thank you. I don’t have dessert, but I do have caf.” You offer and Finn shakes his head.

“Maybe in a bit. I couldn’t fit another thing in here.” He pats his stomach and slouches back in his chair.

Poe, unable to stop himself, reaches for your hand. You smile to yourself, flattening his palm against your belly where you feel the baby the most. Any chance he gets, he’s touching your belly.

“Where did you find this recipe?” Rey asks, glancing at you.

“Poe’s dad. He gave it to me a couple days ago and I’ve been meaning to try it.” You shrug, stretching your feet up onto the bar under the middle of the table.

You drift out of focus in the food coma haze as Poe and Finn start discussing additions Poe wants to make to the house. The baby stretches, pushing against Poe’s palm.

After a little bit, Rey and Finn stand up, grabbing the plates. You start to stand up but Finn shakes his head.

“We got this, Y/N. Relax.” He says with a soft wink, carrying the remains of dinner inside.

Poe leans over, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You’re beautiful.” He whispers and you roll your eyes.

“I bet you say that to all your wives.”

“Oh, no, I was talking to the baby.” He says, pointing to your belly.

You laugh, covering his mouth. “I can’t stand you.”

“But I guess you, too.” He shrugs, brushing hair back off your shoulder. “You feeling okay? You didn’t do too much today, right?” He dips his head, pressing kisses to your belly.

“I’m fine. Just over full.” You play with his dark curls. You hope the baby gets his hair. And his big heart, and chocolate eyes. Really, you wouldn’t say no to a mini-Poe Dameron.

“We got the crib done.” He says softly. “How many babies do you think we can fit in this house?” He asks, perking his head up.

You laugh. “I guess we’ll just have to find out.”

“Yes!” He hisses quietly.

You glance to the doorway to see Rey watching you with a soft smile on her face. Finn drops an arm around her shoulders and tugs her against his side, whispering something in her ear.

Everything is working out just as it should. Friends and family surrounding you more than they ever have. You wouldn’t trade these people for anything.

And Poe.

You’ll stay by his side forever. If this war and your trials have taught you anything, it’s that you’re better together.

The End.

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light-yaers · 2 years

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Right Where You Left Me - Masterpost

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Bumping into Poe Dameron after seven years of silence isn't exactly on your wish list for your first ever frat party.

Nevertheless, there he is. With wounds still open from your childhood and emotions still high; what could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, implied sexual content, mass angst, eventual smut.

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virtie333 · 1 year

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Beg, Borrow, or Steal - Part 3

After their successful heist on Kalee, Rey and Poe travel to Poe's home planet of Yavin IV, where they are encouraged to spend some 'downtime,' resulting in miscommunication, jealousy, and a special connection neither of them expected.

#damerey #jedipilot #poe x rey #fanfiction #canon divergent au #romance #misunderstandings #kes dameron #yavin iv

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cinelitchick · 1 month

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Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Relationships: Poe Dameron/Finn Finn & Rey (Star Wars) BB-8 & Poe Dameron & Finn

Characters: Finn (Star Wars) Poe Dameron BB-8 (Star Wars)

Additional Tags: Post-Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker Romance First Kiss First Time Love Confessions Idiots in Love Gay Sex Friends to Lovers

Language: English

SUMMARY

After months apart, Finn decides to end the awkwardness between him and Poe Dameron. Finn wants Poe and is fairly sure those feelings are mutual. When Poe arrives on Degobah, where Finn has been training to be a Jedi with Rey, their moment has finally come.

Or has it?

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noclue32 · 2 years

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New Auras Ch.3 (Poe Dameron x Jedi!Pilot! Reader) (She/her) Slow burn

Welcome back!!! I'm so sorry for how long this chapter took me !! :O I had people over, told myself I was gonna take a break, wanted to make the chapter longer, and the thing that makes my computer stand up broke?? So hopefully I get a new one soon! I love this chapter so much and I hope you all too :) It's a little bit longer, so buckle up! As usual, since I'm a very small writer I truly appreciate ANY notes I can get, especially feedback on my work! Anyways, a good song for the cantina scene in the chapter, is Just What I Needed, by The Cars. Just imagine it in the background :) Also will be uploading a request master list soon!!! Love you all :DDD

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Chapter 3, Recruitment

You both stopped for a moment, while it seemed like he might have taken a deep breath. Grabbing a side of the sheet, the man stopped again before pulling it off with great speed. You could not believe what was in front of you. A T-70 X-Wing. More importantly a T-70 X-Wing with Resistance decals painted on its body. Your breathing hitched and you quickly tried to think of some sort of excuse. Was this who called you yesterday? No, it wasn’t. Was it related? You couldn’t be sure, but getting away from this strange…. stranger, was your biggest concern. Of course, he was able to notice your surprise, “My names Poe, Poe Dameron. I’m a resistance fighter.”

Looking up at him you smiled nervously, thinking of how to respond to an admittance like that. Connecting the dots, you realized he was actually the rugged figure on those Resistance posters you had seen before. All these years you had tried to avoid joining the conflict and now standing in front of you was the kriffing recruitment posterboy. “Good luck,” you gave him a final smile before turning on your heel and starting the walk back to your shop. He instantly panicked at your reaction and jogged a little bit to catch up to you.

“Wait, wait!” The stranger now identified as Poe kept a steady walking pace, “I was told I could find you here, and that you were a good pilot. I know it’s a hard ask to get you to join this war, but could you at least take a look at my ship? It was already dangerous to fly it all the way out here.”

Shaking your head you kept your own pace, not even taking the time to look back at him. “You know the dangers of asking a civilian to help a rebel, I'm not taking that risk.” Keeping your voice steady and loud became important to you in showing your dominance over him, ignoring the fact you began shaking a little bit.

The pilot behind you scanned through his thoughts, trying to find a reason to keep you from walking out of his sights and out of his life. “I’ll make it worth your while, I promise!” He began shouting to try and express your importance to his mission you were yet to know about.

With a chuckle you retorted, “If you think you can buy my help and risk my life you’re-” “I’ll let you fly it.” Poe Dameron’s voice cut through your own as he interrupted. It worked. You stopped in your tracks and your shaking ceased. Flying a T-70 was your dream, in fact being able to fly anything was one of the only reasons you kept on living. Something about the feeling made you feel free, even though you knew you were not. “I’ll let you fly my plane if you fix it,” he paused trying to think of how to keep you stalled. “I saw you fly through that canyon, only someone who loves flying as much as they love breathing would have the guts to pull that off. Orrrr…. Someone stupid,” He laughed a little bit. After turning back around to look him in the eyes, you noticed the sincerity in them. “If you’re busy today…” Poe sighed, “I’ll stick around tomorrow to make sure you get your chance.”

The sigh and once over you gave him made his lips purse as you walked past him. When you did this it made him try to think of another way to get you on board. “If she won’t even fix my ship I gotta try something more direct… Maybe kidnapping?”

His thoughts were interrupted by your voice from behind him, “Give me thirty minutes, tops.” Poe looked behind him to see you already under the X-Wing, a toolbox by your side while you assessed the damage. Another stupid smile spread across his face, one foot in the door. “What the kriff did you do to this thing?!”

A few minutes passed of silence until Poe finally worked up the courage to say anything. “So… what are you doing here? I mean, on Alzubith. Friends, family?”

You paused looking up at the wires you were cincing together. The BB-8 droid beeped and handed you tweezers from your box with it's appendage, to which you responded with a thank you, before turning back up to your task. “Work, but it's given me a few good friends.”

“How’s the pay?”

Small chuckles erupted from yourself, “What do you think? The pay is shit, but it's stable and it gives me enough to eat.” Grunting, you pulled out a stubborn wire before continuing, “The main plus for me is I get to fly once in a while.” With a shrug Poe’s eyes brightened, this was it.

The Pilot standing above you began his proposition, “Well… If you really like flying, I'm sure I could get you a spot in the black squadron with the Resistance.” He smiled and used his foot to pull the wood plank you were laying on forward to get your eyes to meet. The sun was blinding from your angle but so was his mischievous smile.

“No,” Sighing in annoyance you pushed yourself back under the plane to finish it up. “Nice try though, I almost felt the patriotism rushing through my veins, posterboy," You chuckled with a sarcastic tone. As you said this, he reached into the cockpit and pulled something from it. “The First Order already annoys me enough when they go poking around when I’m working, I don’t need to be agitating them.” With another sigh you rolled out from under the fighter, and brushed off your hands standing up. “You should be all good now. Anyways, I’ll be seeing you tomm-”

Dameron pushed his pilot’s helmet onto your head, it being a little too big and having the call sign, ‘Black Leader,’ written on it. Sarcastically Poe laughed, “See? Doesn’t it look just right,” With a cross of his arms you rolled your eyes with a smile.

Taking the helmet off you replied, “It doesn’t feel right," You retorted, commenting on the size. After shoving it in his arms, you started to walk away, “Like I was saying, I’ll see you tomorrow when I actually get to try out that thing I just saved.” When referring to the plane you motioned up to it with your head. Poe watched you walk away and sighed. Where the hell would he go until then? Putting the helmet back into the X-Wing he decided that he would have to do a little bit of recon on why there was a heavy presence of soldiers on this lonely planet.

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Hours had passed since you last saw the mysterious pilot. As you drenched your hands in oil, reassembled parts and cleaned leather the only thing you could think about was the possibility of flying that majestic fighter. Something about the man and his plane consumed your thoughts, even causing you to almost mess up a simple paint job fix. It made you even think of taking the time to give up your precious morning run to see him bright and early.

Your planet's sun started to set as you finished up with your final customer of the day. After ringing them up, you put away everything you used during the day and started closing shop. When leaving you gave a quick wave to your colleague, Shar, who you would see later, before settling on your speeder to venture home.

The house had its usual cold atmosphere, with refresher water that was even colder than the wood floors. Heat from the day cooled at sundown, turning into soft rains that would soon strengthen. A usual casual outfit was in order for yourself, which you slipped on after hanging up your work clothes.

Entering the bar you scanned the room. The usual crowd had shown up. Mercenaries, First Order defects, bounty hunters, workers. All shoulder to shoulder in the crowded cantina. Finally settling your eyes on your work colleagues you smiled, to which they waved. So began the push through the crowd. When moving through the sea of people, you heard whispers of stormtrooper activity and had to shake the shiver off of yourself.

Making it to your friends you grabbed a glass off the table and shot the burning feeling down your throat. As the minutes passed, so did the drinks and games. Including that of sabacc, which you had never been very good at. You barely drank, considering the fact you were a lightweight and had work in the morning. The rain outside continued to poor, as lightning began to strike.

Despite your unwillingness to be drunk, looking behind you sobered every bone in your body. As you saw the pilot from earlier sitting upon a bar stool trying to get the attention of the barkeep, his droid right beside him. Funny enough, he and his droid were drenched from the rain.

"Hey!" You yelled, trying to catch his attention from across a smaller section of the crowd. He continued trying to get a drink and rubbed his stubbly chin with a sigh.

Feeling responsible for whatever trouble he could get himself into, you felt yourself moving closer towards him. "HEY!"

Recognizing the voice calling out to him, Poe made eye contact with you and smiled. In response he shifted on his stool and called out your name. When you pointed to the chair next to him, he nodded his head to give permission. After arriving next to him you called over the bartender he had been struggling to talk to, by name, and ordered light drinks for the both of you before sitting down.

Looking back at him you decided to initiate the small talk. "What are you doing here?"

"I got bored, wanted to keep dry," The pilot responded with a shrug, followed by his droid beeping. "He got bored, too." He paused before continuing, "It's weird they serve droids here, huh?" It was your turn to shrug.

"There's a lot more weird things out here than that," you chuckled and both your drinks were set down on the counter. Dameron took the first sip, followed by yourself.

"I know what you mean.." He trailed off. "I have an idea why there's all these troopers out here, y'know?" It didn't concern you whatever it was, so a simple nod edged him on as you started to drink from your glass again. "Turns out there's some kind of Jedi out here."

As soon as he finished you stopped yourself from a spit take bound to occur and shook profusely, "I've never heard of a Jedi out here. They’re all dead anyway," Real smooth. Looking at him once over, he only had a single blaster on his person. Not ideal for Jedi hunting in the least. Plus, he was a Resistance fighter. It's not like he would really believe that the Jedi were the solution to this bloody war. You were more worried about the fact that there were stormtroopers out looking for who you assumed was yourself. "I've been out here for quite a while, too. I would know."

Curiously, he inched forward. "How long have you been out here for?"

"Since my late teens, it's why I'm respected and recommended in my job, and why I wouldn't leave to go play fighter pilot." This caused the person opposite of you to laugh. "I was born in a small mining colony, and I got out as soon as I could," with a sigh you smiled, keeping up this friendly act. This telling was a half truth, being that the planet you were currently on was not the first you went to.

The pilot pressed his drink to his lips and slowly put it back down on the table. "Just yourself? No droid, no friends, no family?"

"Yeah, in a way," You shrugged. Looking back at your colleagues you watched them laugh and cheer. You weren't close with them, but they were the closest thing you had to friends.

He shook his head and laughed, "I'm still trying to find out why you're wasting your talent on this barren planet." BB-8 beeped in agreement before he continued, "And I was sitting here thinking you were smart. You barely have anything to stay here for! The resistance has a planned severance package after the war, but otherwise it's crappy free food and hot water at every station." A shy smile appeared on your face, which seemed to make him happy. "See? When's the last time you had a hot refresher?"

"Can't remember," you untensed and finished your drink.

The music of the cantina's speakers blared and gave him another of his amazing ideas. He let himself gaze into your eyes for a second before his proposition. "Let's dance, c'mon it'll be fun."

Your smirk widened, "I'm not a good dancer but I'll try my best…" Something catching your attention made you trail off. Troopers began to enter your precious cantina, harassing its usual patrons. The patrons were teenagers who liked to sneak in, and were being pushed around by the soldiers for no apparent reason. Tension struck through your body again. Poe was able to notice your staring, and turned to see the problem. One of the soldiers smashed his blaster into one of the teens’ faces and you immediately stood up and put your hand on your blaster, looking back to Poe on what he would do. It didn’t matter if you barely knew the kids, the abuse wasn’t right. "Damn you Skywalker, and your damn bleeding heart teachings," You cursed to yourself. There was never a time in your life you didn’t want to do the right thing, which conflicted with your other ideal of not fighting for it.

Whilst having your crises, Poe knocked down a table a group was using, and used it as a shield to begin blasting at the reckless soldiers, snapping you out of your trance. You ran to his side as others started peeling out or joining in due to the blaster fire. Panting, you were able to shoot a soldier down just after he called for backup. It felt right. Defending those who needed protection, even if it meant putting your force status at danger. You knew what you had to do, and shook your head at the thought of it. Lasers now threatened your life, anyway.

Screams and weapons deafened normal volume, forcing you to yell your blurt out, “I’LL JOIN YOU!”

The man next to you swiftly turned his head while taking cover, "WHAT!?"

"I SAID I'LL JOIN YOU! I'LL JOIN THE RESISTANCE! I'LL FLY."

He looked stunned and only found one way to respond, "WHAT!?"

"YOU KNOW WHAT I SAID!" This prompted him to stare at you a second before smiling, only to be interrupted by the table supporting the both of you starting to crumble.

Panicked, he looked around, "DO YOU KNOW A BACKDOOR AROUND HERE?" Nodding, you answered him by urging him to follow you, before taking off to the kitchen. Dameron followed closely with BB trailing behind.

As you ran across the kitchen and through an exit, he chuckled, panting, "I knew my charm would work!" Arriving at your speeder, he watched as you sat at the helm. When you didn't feel his weight at the end, you looked up through the blobs of rain.

"I need to drive, I hid the X-Wing elsewhere." After furrowing your brows, he took a step back.

"No, no we're going to my place first. I'm not leaving without any credits in case you're swindling me."

He resorted to furrowing his strong brows, "Wh- Why would I even?! Y'know what? Okay, okay, whatever. Let's just do it quickly." Poe sat behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist for support, with BB-8 pushing himself up into the box attached.

When driving to your place, the rain and wind whipped around the two of you, making you have to squint. The only part of you that wasn’t dripping wet was your back, because of the almost stranger that was leaning against it. You could feel him clearly, not just physically, you could feel him around you. It was interesting to say the least. He hadn’t tried reaching out to you through the force, or even told you about his abilities, yet you could still feel him. The strange man felt good, he felt comfortable. His hands that hadn't touched you before were not foreign, but homely.

Arriving at your place, you noticed that stormtroopers were making their way towards the area. This solidified your theory. You would have to be as quickly as possible. "Wait here," You didn't even look at the man behind you before stepping off the bike and walking into the shelter from the rain that was your home.

Out of the very few clothes you owned, you optioned to bring your work clothes along with some casual outfits. Stuffing a couple pieces of jewelry, a cross body and mechanical parts into your duffel bag after some mental debate. A couple pictures and music tapes you had since you left your home world were thrown into the mix.

Halfway through zipping the bag up, you stopped yourself, debating whether or not to bring the sword that mocked you with it's power. Without thinking anymore, you yanked it from its hiding place and squeezed it in with the rest of your belongings, right next to your life's savings.

Standing up, it depressed you how quickly you could pack your life into a travel sized bag. The teachings of not owning many material items per the Jedi code had become engraved in your memory. Interrupting your self pity, was Poe's screaming voice from outside, calling your name. Although muffled by the walls, it was loud enough to jolt yourself up and cause you to run out to him, now sliding in behind him on the bike. "That took you long enough," He sighed in relief before starting the speeder up.

Through the rain you could see his X-Wing as you speeded forward, the end of your stress seemed to be in sight. This would be the case, if it weren't for the small group of soldiers who approached speedily.

You looked to Poe, to see if he had noticed. "Troopers, three-o'clock," nudging your head in their direction he simply nodded before speeding up. Before you could get any other word in, the plane you so desperately planned to escape on was exploded by the First Order soldiers, causing Poe to drift the speeder to the side and stop it in its tracks.

Wordlessly, the two of you watched as parts flew everywhere and a fire had started, slowly being put out by the storm. You decided to break the silence, "I guess they didn't like my repairs." Considering his laughing nature, you expected him to enjoy your comment.

He only responded by trying to find a solution, "Are there any commercial flights?"

Nodding, you swiftly responded. "Of course, I'll guide you. Keep heading south for two miles, and then go east."

A few minutes later the two of you arrived, before he paid for two tickets to D'qar, bypassing the security check by flirting with the attendant. Fortunately, that meant no soldiers could check you or you would have to lock your weapons away. Walking up the ramp, you paused to look at your home behind you. Where you became independent, and escaped the life others had planned out for you. Again, Poe cut you from your trance, "It's almost takeoff." He noticed your deep staring and felt a bit of remorse for taking you away.

Sighing you turned around and walked past him and onto the ship, looking at two empty seats. BB-8 followed you, instead of his friend for once. You sat down at the window, and pushed your bag under the seat in front of you. The man slunk into the seat next to you, and his droid sat somewhere else. "Y'know, I thought your joke was funny," You turned your head to him, and he continued, "..about your work. I just didn't laugh because we needed to get out of there." Dameron shrugged and smiled, "Maybe they exploded it because the pilot who uses it stinks," You laughed, which seemed to make him feel better.

"I swear I don't fly that thing! I was just told to get it repaired," It struck him. "Maker, the technicians are gonna be so angry at me." This caused you to chuckle some more, brightening this almost melancholy moment.

Then to his surprise, you stuck out your hand. "I haven't introduced myself properly," to which you followed with your full name. He took your hand in his and shook it.

"Poe. Poe Dameron," The pilot stared into your eyes for a second, admiring the feel of the blisters on your hand as well. This told him you were a hard worker, and would fit in nicely.

"I know," you said with a smile. He nodded with approval before you turned to the window, watching the ground as the plane ascended. Getting one last look at the land, you noticed another first order plane arrive in the far distance, a man in full black exiting it. Though, you could not make out any more in the rain. It made you sick to your stomach, a familiar sick, though. You thanked the stars they were now far from you, whoever you were.

"-we'll get something and I'll drive us over there." Looking back to the man, you felt more safe, knowing he was talking about how to enter a secured base. This was your life now. You were now a rebel fighter. "I can't wait to get you in a T-70."

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alexversenaberrie · 1 year

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Coruscant AU: An unexpected meeting and the love blooms.

Poe/Padme Vid

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moondrunklady · 1 year

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advertisement for my new Ao3 fic through memes (!SPOILER)

BB-8 having a crisis wether to follow a strange woman with aggression issues and a creepy pirate crew who also knocked out and kidnapped his master and father figure or to inform the Resistance:

Poe Dameron trying to figure out if he’s being kidnapped, on trial before death or watching a woman debate with the man who’s pressing a !blaster against his head over a pirate hat and how it would suit that man’s sister rather than him:

How I expect you to feel all after reading the first chapter of my fic:

how i want you all to feel at the end of my fic:

my ao3 acount is the exact same as my tumblr name: moondrunklady, fic: Loralai

I’ll see you on the other side, my little stinky fishies <3

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melodygatesauthor · 10 months

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Never Before

Poe Dameron X f!Reader

Not Beta Read - Requested by @dameronshandholder

Kinks - Striptease + Premature Ejaculation

Summary

You offer to give your boyfriend Poe a little striptease. He enjoys it very, very much.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, coming untouched, premature ejaculation, striptease, smut, no sex, humiliation.

Word Count: 700

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Poe’s mouth tasted good, a little sweet mixed with a hint of something that only he could taste like. You gasped when he bit your bottom lip, letting the flesh snap back against your teeth. You smirked at him mischievously, and he returned the expression. You just wanted to devour him sometimes.

“You’re so hot,” he commented, “like really…” he leaned in to kiss you more, “really” another kiss, “hot.”

You giggled, “I can give you a little show if you like.”

Poe looked at you with those big brown eyes as though you’d just told him he won a special prize. That signature cocky smirk spread over his lips like it often did when thought he was being suave. You pushed him to the armchair in the bedroom, watching him plop down and spreading his legs out wide. You looked at him seductively, backing up so he could see your body in its entirety.

“What, I don’t get to touch?” He asked, throwing his arms up.

“Not yet, maybe in a minute,” you chuckled, starting to unbutton your top.

It’s not like you could really give him a spectacular show. You weren’t wearing much to start with, but you tried to make it as entertaining as you could. Slowly, you popped each button, one at a time. Poe’s gloved hands gripped the arms of the chair tightly, and you saw him roll his hips forward ever so slightly. The shadow of an erection appeared between his legs.

“Feeling a little excited, Commander?” You teased, giggling at the display happening before your eyes.

He narrowed his gaze at you, but he still had a playful glint in his eye, “maybe a little.”

You let the sleeves of your shirt slide down your arms, tossing the garment to the side as you slipped it off. Like most Resistance members, you weren’t wearing anything exciting under your clothes. A standard black bra with matching underpants, but Poe didn’t seem to care. His eyes were glued on you while he sat slackjaw in his chair.

You walked back over to him, putting yourself between his legs, making sure the outside of your thighs brushed along the inside of his. He reached up his hands and grabbed the meat of your hips, pulling you in so his lips were on your abdomen. You looked down at him and giggled.

“You gotta let me finish,” you said, pushing his hands away and to his sides.

He nodded, mouthing an ‘okay’ as you turned away from him. You stayed between his legs and made sure to bend over so he could easily see your round ass while you pulled your pants down to your ankles. You heard quiet whimpering whines from him…not something common for Poe “confident as they come” Dameron.

You kicked your pants off to the side and turned around. You leaned forward, slotting your lips over Poe’s once more. He moaned so deeply, and you felt his body shaking. He grabbed onto you again, and this time you didn’t protest. He pulled your abdomen against his face again, and started grinding his crotch against your thigh. His mouth was open wide against your tummy, breath hot and desperate while he clung to you.

“Fuck…you’re so pretty…” He choked out a final groan.

All at once he stopped, voice was raspy with each heavy breath that punched out of his lungs. You gasped when you felt the wet heat on your leg. You tried to pull back to see what happened, but Poe’s iron grip pulled your stomach against his face even tighter and he held you in place.

“Nope,” he said in a muffled tone, “don’t look please.” He looked up at you, face flush and full of embarrassment.

“Did you…did you–”

“No I didn’t! It’s just…something else!”

You managed to pry yourself free, and you saw the sticky substance that permeated through his pants. Your leg was slick where some of it transferred onto your skin. You smirked when you looked back down at him.

“What a desperate and needy boy you are,” you bit your lip, “I wonder what other fun things we can do to make you come like that.”

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NAVIGATION

A master post of all my artwork :

Oscar Isaac

Llewyn Davis (Painting Wip)

Moon Knight (Digital)

Prince John (Digital)

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Jenna Ortega

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Original

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mermaidxatxheart · 2 years

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My Church

This is... indulgent. Send help. Also, I made the mood board, I'm experimenting.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 8k

Warnings: Smut. Smutty, smut, smut with barely a side of plot. Teasing, sort of public sex, Poe being a simp (my favorite, I love a man in love), p in v, oral public, both female and male receiving. I think that's all. If I missed anything, sorry about it.

Summary: You and Poe dance around each other. Mondays are a time for religion, finding faith and solace in the Maker. But not everyone finds faith the traditional way.

Poe Dameron. He is exactly your type, and the smug bastard knows it. Maybe that’s why you resist him so hard. You don’t hate him, not by a long shot. You flirt with him as hard as he flirts with you. You’ve become engaged in a war of sorts to see who can make the other blush more.

Now, you’ll never say never, but. Poe Dameron is gonna have to really work for it if he really wants it.

Probably.

Maybe.

***

The hangar is just about empty. You’re only a few minutes away from blissful silence and Maker, are you ready. Most folks on base go to service on Mondays, they look for peace, solace, forgiveness for all the things that fighting in the Resistance requires. But you? Your church is when you’re alone on your ship, making the slightest alterations so that she runs smoothly, perfectly. Your life, your team’s life depends on it.

That’s where you feel closest to the Maker, when you’re making things yourself.

Today, you have the biggest migraine, your vision is slowly disappearing in your left eye and the bright sunlight is practically blinding what’s left.

You climb into your ship, wiggling under the console in an awkward position. Laying down at an angle probably isn’t the best for your headache, but it’s quiet, save for the pulse pounding in your ears.

You probably shouldn’t be soldering when you can only see out of one eye, either. But it’s never stopped you before, and it certainly won’t now.

“Isn’t that uncomfortable?” A voice asks above you, scaring you. You jerk, smacking your head on the metal casing and burning your fingers with the white flame.

A strangled cry escapes as you clamp your jaw shut before any curse words can come out. “Dameron!” You shout, aiming a kick at where you think his face should be. Sadly, you miss.

He grabs your ankles and pulls you out easily. “What the hell are you doing?” He huffs, tilting your face to see it better. He disappears as he leans to your left and touches a painful spot on your head.

“Working. Why aren’t you with everyone else?” You demand, swatting his hand away. You had been counting on everyone else being at service.

“Not my thing. Come here.” He grabs your arm and hauls you over to a tool chest. “Sit. You’re bleeding.”

“And you made me burn my fingers.” You grumble.

“And why aren’t you at service?” He asks, even though he already knows the answer.

“Not my thing.” You sigh. You let him fuss over you, bandaging the cut on your forehead. His fingers are soft on your skin, moving easily. You close your eyes against the too-bright light, wondering why you keep saying no to him. You like him, a lot, you have way too much in common not to be friends.

“How’s your head?” He asks quietly.

“I have a migraine, but I had one before you damaged me.” You say, letting your head droop forward against his solid chest. He smells good, coolness mixed with your favorite smells from your ship. Reminds you of home.

“I didn’t damage you. Let me see your hand.” He guides you back up straight and you hold your hand up for him. He puts his sunglasses over your eyes to help with the light and your heart swells a little at the simple gesture.

Seriously, why do you keep saying no again? It’s getting harder to remember. He puts a salve on your fingers before wrapping them tightly.

He’s quiet, too quiet, and you know the question is gonna explode out of him. He just can’t help himself. The tension is rising, it feels like a physical thing, wrapping itself around you like a soft, warm cloak. You like when he gets like this-fighting it until he simply can’t anymore. You can feel his eyes on your lips as he works, and just to tease him, you slowly wet them, biting lightly on your lower one. The invisible cloak gets just a little heavier and you shift, letting your knees spread to either side of his waist.

He lasts just long enough to finish wrapping your fingers. “Go out with me.” He blurts all in one breath, even sounds like one word. Flustered with himself, he hangs his head. You slide off the tool box, pressed tightly against him. The cloak gets heavier and you can hear him swallow thickly.

You cup his chin and turn his face away from yours. His pulse is racing under your fingers and you smile to yourself. Oh yeah. This is why.

“Thanks for fixing me up.” You whisper and press a kiss to his cheek, slow and soft. You feel his hand clench into a fist at your side. You move to step away, his head staying where you left it.

“Uh… m-my sunglasses.” He reminds you.

“Come by my room later and get them.” You smirk, heading for the darkness of your room. You can take the day off to sleep.

So quietly, you almost don’t think you really hear it, he whispers one soft fuck.

***

Poe

His hands won’t stop shaking. You absolutely wreck him. It’s been four hours since you’ve kissed his cheek. His fucking cheek, the most innocent thing you could have done, and it completely scattered his marbles.

Every time he thinks he has the upper hand, you destroy him. And he wants to thank you for it. What the fuck is wrong with him?

He paces outside your door, nerves rattling around his stomach like a loose bolt, trying to gather his courage. He’s never actually been in your room, why would he? Does it smell like you? All flowers and sunshine. What are you doing in there?

He raises a trembling hand, glaring at it before knocking loudly. You don’t answer and he wonders if you’re even inside. Maybe you got rid of your migraine and went out for some fun. He knocks one more time just in case. The door whooshes open in his face and he steps back automatically.

It’s dark in your room. Too dark for him to see very well. He steps inside and the door closes behind him. He stands rooted to the spot while his eyes adjust.

“Poe?” You mumble, your voice thick and husky with sleep and oh, Maker, he wants to join you in that bed.

“Y-yeah.” He clears his throat. “You said to come for my sunglasses.” He says, incredibly lamely.

“Well, come get them.” You taunt from across the room. “There’s nothing in your way.” You promise and he carefully makes his way across, his eyes adjusting quickly.

“Are you feeling better?” He asks.

“A bit. No thanks to you.” You tease and his heart hammers in his chest.

He reaches the side of your bed and looks down, making out your form. His wildly galloping heart slams to a stop and sticks in his throat as he realizes you’re just wearing a bra. You’re on your stomach, bare back exposed to the room, to him, head turned to the side to look up at him through the dark lenses of his glasses.

“What’s the matter?” You ask wickedly and he licks his dry lips. Is it hot in here? Did the temp modulator just kick on?

“Uh… um…. I mean—“ he stammers and you chuckle, rolling over onto your back.

“You okay, Dameron?” You taunt.

“If you still n-need them… I can just get them later.” He lies.

The smile that graces your gorgeous face burns into his memory. It’s predatory, hungry. You love to drive him crazy. Ever since you came to base, he hasn’t given a womp rat’s ass about anyone else. Hasn’t hooked up with anyone, hasn’t looked at anyone. He’s only had eyes for you. And while sometimes he thinks you like him back, you make it so hard to tell.

You push yourself up to your knees, the blanket falling away from your body and it feels like it’s boiling in the room.

“Are you going out tonight?” You ask softly, as if your whole world depends on his answer. A little thrill goes through his chest at the possibility of that before he answers.

“I was thinking about it.” He says; he’s desperate for a drink now. Anything to cool down.

“Hmm.” You hum low and in the back of your throat as you lean against him. “Maybe I’ll go, too.” You say and his pulse thuds in his ears.

“If you don’t feel good, don’t go.” He says like a fucking idiot.

Your hands trail down his arms, scorching his skin until he thinks it just might blister. “I feel perfect right now.” You whisper, lifting his hands and placing them on your bare waist. He can feel the lacy fabric of your underwear on your hips and his throat is painfully dry.

“Did you take anything for your head?” He asks suspiciously, wondering if maybe you were high.

“Do you wanna know what I did to cure my migraine?” You ask softly, leaning closer to him.

Maker, he feels his face heat up as he thinks about you masturbating. “Y-Y/N,” he chokes.

You lift your hands off his chest and remove his glasses, hooking them into the front of his shirt. Your off balance body weight is now just supported by him.

“Your heart is racing.” You comment, laying your hand flat against his chest.

“You’re making me crazy.” He admits without even meaning to.

“Hmm. I like that.” You lean forward, pressing your soft, soft lips to his and his entire brain short-circuits. He registers your perfect lips moving against his, coaxing him out of his frozen state, understands that his hands are touching your bare skin in your bedroom, but it’s like he’s been rendered incapable of doing a damn thing about it.

Your sweet tongue drags across his bottom lip, begging for entrance, and that’s when he starts kissing you back. He holds you closer, fingers pressing into your back, molding you against his frame. Your fingers curl in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp, and Maker help him, he doesn’t know which way is up.

You start to sway on the spot and he holds you tighter, pulling back from the kiss. He guides you back onto the bed gently, resisting when you try to hold onto him.

“Get some more sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He promises.

You sigh and slump back, flinging an arm over your head. “Why’d you have to be such a good kisser?” You grumble and he grins.

“Why’d you have to kiss me?” He fires back. You flip him off and he chuckles, stepping back from the bed. He takes his sunglasses off his shirt and sets them silently on your bedside table. He’d never be able to wear them again, knowing how much better they look on you.

He exits your room and takes a deep breath, lips warm and tingling from your kiss.

You kissed him.

The smile that spreads across his face is stupid and giddy. But he still has no clue if you actually like him, or just like to fuck with his head.

It’s okay, he has all the time in the world.

***

The cantina is loud. So loud, and Poe loves it. Loves the pulsing energy of all his friends drinking and having a good time. He stops outside the door to take a deep, clean breath. Probably the last one he’ll get for a good long while. He pushes through the door and takes stock. A sabaacc game is being played in one corner, a game of pool in the middle.

He stops when he hears a laugh that haunts him; keeps him up at night and teases him all day long. You. You’re perched at the bend in the bar, holding court and telling some story to a group of your friends. Your hand is curled around a glass of dark liquid as you laugh, head tipped back. A look of sheer perfection, he can’t tear his eyes away. Your thin tank top shows off your tone arms, the strip of soft skin along your belly, and more cleavage than he can handle. Your shorts are tantalizing, just gracing the tops of your thighs, your long legs ending in your combat boots. Maker.

His eyes trail up to your neck, the silver chain of your dog tags catching his eye. You lower your head, dazzling smile still in place, and you’re wearing his kriffing sunglasses. Your head turns just a fraction of an inch and he just knows you’ve spotted him. Instead of giving you what you want, which is a reaction, he simply nods at you and walks over to Snap and Jessika playing pool.

Snap claps him on the shoulder, asking if he wants a drink. He shakes his head, thinking it’s probably good to keep his head straight.

“New recruits.” Jessika says, jerking her head over Poe’s shoulder.

He doesn’t want to look, doesn’t care enough to be bothered. But then he hears your voice clear across the noisy crowd.

“Excellent. New blood.” You say, and he knows that tone. His arms cross over his chest, hands balled into fists under his biceps. He wants to look at you, to see if you’re just goading him. But he’s not sure if he wants to know, because what if you’re not? What if you’re really looking for someone else besides him? What if he was never on the table for you?

The new people fill the room and he refuses to turn around. Snap is eyeing him suspiciously and then his eyes widen.

“Um, Mr. Dameron?” A voice starts behind him, timid, unsettling.

He turns around to see a woman, young by his standards lately. She could be pretty, if he couldn’t see you in the background. Instead, she’s plain. He forces his eyes back to the girl in front of him. “Hi.” He says, smiling charmingly suddenly.

Time to find out how you really feel.

“I just wanted to say that I’m a huge fan of yours. Your piloting techniques are an inspiration, and the reason I became a pilot in the first place. There are cantinas all over Yavin-4 that have your holo up, and tables reserved.” She rushes. “They even say that if you come back, you’d drink for free.” She pauses adorably. “Although, they probably say that because they know you’ll never come back.” She shrugs. His eyes flick over to you and you have a man, more of a boy, in front of you, trying to hold your attention.

“You’re from Yavin?” He asks, pleasantly surprised as he lowers himself onto the side of the pool table.

“Yes, sir.” She beams.

He chuckles. “Please, it’s Poe.” He holds out his hand to shake hers. “I didn’t catch your name, darlin’.”

She places her trembling hand in his, and he raises it to his lips, kissing the back of it. “Jara.” She squeaks and he smiles broadly, a sense of elation filling him as your face slowly colors.

“Jara. Well, Jara. If you need anything at all, you let me know. Us Yavinites gotta stick together.” He says and she nods.

“Thank you so much.” She beams.

“Go have a drink, enjoy yourself.” He says and she spins on the spot, turning away from him.

“Dangerous game, pal. Y/N looks ready to kill you.” Snap says, gripping his shoulder tightly.

Poe grins and glances at you before standing and turning back to the pool table. “I think her migraine came back.” He says, a thrill going through his chest. You definitely look mad.

“Oh, she’s getting up.” Snap narrates under his breath. “Oh,” he frowns. “She’s going out back.”

What? There’s nothing out back. It’s a dead end alley that they use for storage and people use for a smoke. And you don’t smoke.

Maybe you just needed some air. It’s fairly loud, and your headache probably hasn’t completely gone yet. If you’re not back in ten minutes, he’ll go check on you.

“Let me know if you see her come back in.” Poe mutters and Snap nods, glancing over his shoulder.

“Her new little friend looks confused.” Jessika chuckles. “Maybe someone should explain your complicated relationship?” She glances at Poe and he frowns.

“What do you mean?” He asks.

“Poe, come on.” She rolls her eyes as though he’s the biggest moof milker in the galaxy. “When she got here, you stopped fooling around with anyone at all. And she’s never hooked up with anyone. She flirts with you. She only gives attention to one person. We all thought you two were together, just… weird about it.” She shrugs and Poe glances over his shoulder at the doorway to the back. It’s completely visible from where he stands, but there’s no sign of you.

“Just go check on her. You’re throwing off my game.” Snap sighs and Poe only hesitates for a second before heading out the same door.

A hand grabs his elbow, pulling him to the left and shoving him against the wall. His heart thuds unreliably in his chest as he looks at your face. Your skin is glowing in the bright moonlight, striking him with how goddess-like you look. Your fingers dig into the flesh of his shoulders as you hold him against the wall, even though he’s not remotely fighting you.

“What. Was. That?” You ask lowly and he frowns, playing dumb.

“What was what?” He asks and you clench your jaw, turning your head away from him. He gently touches your chin and you slap his hand away, cheeks darkening beautifully. “You mean the little girl who wanted to talk to her hometown hero?” He prompts.

“You kissed her hand, you were flirting.” You mutter and he grins.

“I may have kissed her hand, but I kissed you.” He reminds you, touching your chin again, trying to get you to look at him.

You slap his hand away again. “I didn’t like it.” You continue.

“My kiss? Or me flirting?”

“Both.” You huff, annoyed.

“You liked my kiss.” He teases. He has you. The jealousy is coming off you in waves strong enough to tip over a bantha.

“...Hated it.” You protest.

“Want me to do it again?” He asks, his heart knocking into his sternum, it’s beating so hard.

“...Yes.” You grumble.

Finally.

He takes your hand, gentle as can be, and pulls you close. His big hand cups the back of your neck, warm and soft. His thumb brushes along your jaw and he uses it to tilt your head back. With his free hand, he takes his sunglasses off your face and tucks them into your pocket.

His eyes slide down to your parted lips, so perfect. He lowers his head, capturing your mouth with his, so soft and sweet. Your lips move against his, hungry and desperate, just like him. He could spend the rest of forever kissing you, and it still wouldn’t be enough. Your fingers rake through his hair, scraping at his scalp as you try to hold him closer. Your hands trail down his chest, pausing to unbutton his shirt.

“Y/N,” he breaks away raggedly.

“Wanna see you.” You gasp, capturing his mouth again. Fuck. He makes quick work of his buttons, despite how his hands are shaking. You push it open, hands splayed across his chest, nails pressing in over his pecs as you drive him to delirium. Your hand, surprisingly strong, grips his jaw. You pull him away from your heavenly mouth, twisting his face to the side. You’re panting as hard as he is. “Wanna see you come apart for me.” You whisper, licking along his own dog tag chain and up his neck. You bite at his ear and he can barely control the moan that escapes his throat.

“Gonna… let… me… see?” You ask, kissing and nipping back down his neck. Your tongue drags down his chest before he remembers how to breathe.

“Fuck. Yes.” He hisses as your sinful lips close around his nipple. “Whatever you want.” He gasps.

You drag your teeth over it and, Maker, he's getting rock hard. “Tell me.” You pant, fingers dancing over his trembling abs. “Tell me who you want.” You plead.

“Y/N. It’s only ever been you.” He groans.

You unbutton his trousers, jerking them open and pushing down the front enough to pull out his cock and balls. You moan softly, looking down at him. “Gonna let me see?” You repeat hungrily.

“Want you t-to.” He nods.

With one hand pressed against his chest to keep him where you want him, you drag your tongue up your palm, pushing your fingers into your mouth to get them wet. His cock twitches happily, finally getting what it wants. Y/N. Any way it can.

“Fucking perfect.” You breathe, watching it dance for you. “Stay quiet. Our friends are right inside.” You remind him hazily. His heart hammers and then you wrap your hand around his thick cock, squeezing in the best way as you drag your hand to the tip. He’s weeping precum for you and you rub your thumb around the crown, smearing it for yourself.

One of his hands grips at the wall behind him, while the other covers yours, gripping your bandaged fingers like a lifeline. He pants heavily as you tease the crown before squeezing back down to the base. You’re happy to take your time, explore his shaft to your twisted heart’s content. You start pumping slowly, tormenting him in all the best ways.

He pants your name and you shush him, slowing down. You rub your fingers around the head, finding all the spots that make him buck and thrust into your fist. Your nails drag around his nipples, tormenting him as you take your time slowly stroking his throbbing cock.

The crowd roars in the pub and he’s reminded that you’re doing this to him in public. That you couldn’t wait, had to touch him. Your hand on his chest covers his mouth as his panting gets too loud and he sucks your fingers inside, licking them thoroughly. Fuck, the taste of your skin is delirium inducing. You let out the softest moan as his tongue pushes between your fingers and he bucks into your hand.

You’re breathing as hard as he is, hand still exploring his cock, gripping the base and pulling slowly. Maker, you drive him insane. You reach down and cup his balls, massaging slowly and he groans desperately.

“Poe,” you whisper, eyes searching his. “I don’t wanna fight it anymore.” You start pumping faster, harder. Your palm twists around his shaft, thumb catching the crown just right. “Wanna be yours.” You pant. His mouth falls open as you pull, dragging pleasure through him that he’s never felt before. “Wanna be the reason you come apart.” You moan. Your hand is a blur on his cock and he’s so close. You kneel before him, opening your mouth, the tip of your tongue lapping slowly at the underside of his cock and that pushes him over the edge. He explodes with a quiet grunt, bucking his hips and cumming in your mouth, your warm breath puffing over his heated skin.

“Fuck.” He groans, his legs shaking hard. You look up at him, rolling his cum over your tongue before swallowing it loudly. Your eyes flutter closed as though you’re savoring the taste. You lick the head softly before standing up. He pulls you in for a kiss, tasting himself on your perfect lips. He grips your ass, holding you tight. “We should get out of here.” He whispers.

You nod mutely, your face flushed beautifully. He wonders if you’re wet for him between those perfect thighs. He plans on finding out. A lot.

“Stay here. I’ll meet you in your room.” You whisper. You take a second to adjust your clothes before rounding the corner back into the cantina.

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You leave Poe in the alley, your heart pounding with the thrill of what you just did. Fuck, you want to do it again. Everywhere. Anywhere. You told him to meet you in his room. Something about it being his bed he fucks you in-it makes you weak.

“Y/N,” someone calls for you before you can escape. You turn to see the new recruit you had been talking to before Poe wrecked your concentration. Your hands ball into fists as you remember the gentle kiss he placed on her hand. The tender way he looked at her, like he was going to kiss her mouth the way he should have been kissing yours. Something spikes inside you. You want to slap that little girl for some irrational reason.

“Yeah? Sorry I disappeared.” You smile, anxious to leave already.

“Have a drink.” He says, holding out a shot glass. His eyes slide down your face to your chest.

Well, if Poe can flirt, so can you.

You step up to the bar, taking the glass from him. “Just one.” You wink at him, licking the salt off his hand slowly as Poe enters the bar again behind you. Your heart skips several important beats in anticipation. You down the burning liquid as the recruit stares at you helplessly. You smack your lips, placing the glass back in his outstretched hand.

“Thanks for the drink, handsome.” You say, giving him a gentle chuck under the chin before heading for the exit.

You practically skip towards the dorms. You can feel Poe behind you, glaring at you. The way he’s following you, the anger rolling off him-it feels like you’re being hunted; and Maker if that doesn’t make you wet.

You stop mid-stride and glance towards the trees that border the path you’re on. If you continue straight, you’d find the quarters for officers. To the left, the forest of dense trees. Most people don’t go that way, the foliage is too tightly intertwined. But you like the quiet of it.

Knowing Poe will follow you, you head for the trees. You breach the line, ducking under branches and climbing over fallen logs. You reach an open patch, moonlight filling the small space when a hand grabs you and guides you back into a tree.

“Care to explain that?” Poe hisses, his other hand gripping your chin.

Fuck, he makes you so fucking weak.

“You flirted. I flirted.” You shrug dangerously. There’s a wicked glint in his beautiful eyes, heavy-lidded, predatory.

“You and I have very different definitions of flirting.” He huffs, his hand twisting to cup your throat, his thumb stroking along your jaw. You’re incredibly aware that all he has to do is squeeze and he can control your breathing.

“Maybe.”

“Maybe.” He repeats. “Maybe you’d rather take him to bed.” He growls.

“If I wanted that little boy, I’d be in there right now. It would be so easy to get him.” You say quietly. Butterflies rocket around your stomach with every word. He’s getting more and more silent as you torment him. “You should have seen the way he was staring at my chest while he offered me a drink.” You hum.

“And you liked that?” Poe demands. Oh, fuck! Your knees nearly give out on you.

“What I like, Commander Dameron, is the way you’ve always directed your words to my face. A man knows how to talk to a woman. A boy talks to her breasts.” You say, reaching up to touch his dark locks. They look so soft in the pale moonlight.

He grabs your hand and pins it to the tree above your head. “You licked his hand.”

“And probably made him cum in his pants.” You smirk. “Want me to lick your hand to make up for it, Commander? Or did you have another body part in mind?” You taunt.

Fuck, you’re talking big, feeling much braver in the dark.

“Why come out here?” He asks, his thumb still stroking your jaw.

“I wanted you outside. We aren’t that far off the path. Anyone can catch us out here. I want you to make me cum against this tree.” You murmur, lifting your chin and exposing your throat for him.

“Fuck.” He moans, kissing you hungrily. His lips are fucking perfect, soft and pliant as they meld with yours once more. His five o’clock shadow scrapes against your soft skin and, Maker, you want to feel that burn between your thighs. His tongue pushes into your mouth, licking and exploring you. You whimper with need, his strong hands keeping you exactly where he wants you.

His thick thigh pushes between yours, pressing right up against your cunt. You grind on it helplessly, so fucking turned on by this man. His hand drops from your throat to the button of your short shorts. You wore these especially for him, to taunt him with as much flesh as you could. Now you would pay for it.

He makes quick work of the buttons, quicker one handed than you would be with both. He bites at your lower lip and you moan, lifting your free hand to touch his face. He grabs it and secures it over your head with the other.

“Naughty girls don’t get to touch things.” He mutters. “Especially things that don’t belong to them.”

You lean forward, licking at his lips. “Don’t you belong to me, though?” You whisper. “Just as I belong to you.”

His eyes blaze with a new kind of fire as he kisses you. It steals your breath away and you melt into him. His free hand slides up your tank top, pushing it up over your bra. It’s all lace and see through, just for him. Silver against your dark skin in the pale light and he groans. He rubs his thumb over your hardening nipple and you lift your chest into his hand.

“So fuckin’ pretty.” He whispers.

“Touch me. Please? I need to feel your hands on me.” You whisper.

He cups your breast, holding it in his palm as his thumb brushes back and forth over your nipple. He hooks his finger over the lace and guides it down under your breast. He lowers his head and licks it slowly.

Fuuuuuck. You press your legs together to keep from cumming just from watching him do that. You’ve fought wanting him for so long, knowing he’s exactly your type, knowing your type isn’t good for you-and yet, here you are. He licks again and again, the point of his tongue flicking over your hardened bud. You moan, savoring the feel of his wet mouth on your sensitive skin. He stays there, exploring your body, and your restraint, for what feels like forever.

Bra pulled down, shirt pushed up, shorts pushed to your knees, he has you mewling. You’re a fucking mess for him and all he’s done is suck on your nipples.

“Didn’t wear any panties tonight? Just to torture me, huh?” He mutters.

“Couldn’t stand the thought.” You manage.

Voices can be heard on the path, leaving the cantina. He spins you around, pressing your hands against the tree. “Ready for the show?” He asks, pulling your hips back to him so you’re leaning forward quite a bit. “Your hands stay here. You move them, I stop.” He warns and you nod, your whole body already trembling. “Spread your legs, gorgeous.” He says, guiding your feet apart as wide as they’ll go.

He wraps one arm around your waist, sliding them between your thighs. The cool night air feels amazing on your heated, wet flesh. His crotch is pressed tight against your bare ass and you can feel his cock, ready for round two. His other arm wraps around your chest, cupping your tit and rolling your nipple between his fingers.

Your folds are slick as he slides his digits in, finding your clit easily. You buck as he makes contact and he chuckles.

“So sensitive.” He teases, swirling his finger around it slowly.

Oh, Maker.

He slides his fingers back further, finding your dripping slit. “You’re so wet for me.” He praises, dragging his fingers back up to your clit.

“Always.” You moan. “Always you.”

His cock twitches against your ass and you’re desperate for him. You can hear the people getting closer as he picks up the pace on stroking your clit. He easily finds the places that make you cry out and squirm. He rubs slow, determined circles over your clit, driving you crazy, listening to you pant under him.

“P-Poe, pull h-harder on my nipple. P-please?” You whimper and he obliges. You gasp as pleasure spikes right to your core, you buck in his hand. He twists and pulls on it as his fingers slide down to your slit once more, pushing in deep. You moan loudly at the stretch of them, walls fluttering rapidly.

“Oh fuck.” You gasp, dropping your head. The heel of his hand grinds up on your clit as his fingers work inside you, finding all the right places to turn you into a dripping, quivering mess for him.

The voices get louder, closer-there are more of them. Your friends, just on the other side of those trees while their commander has his fingers in your cunt. The coil in your belly tightens into a blinding light as Poe leans forward, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“Such a good girl.” He praises and the coil snaps. Your legs give out as you cum, hips bucking and grinding on his hand. His strong arms support you as you cling to the tree, vision dimming as your eyes roll back into your head. You gasp raggedly, feeling Poe clutch you to his chest as he guides you through it, floating you back down gently.

The voices pass, none the wiser of what was going on. Poe pulls his fingers out of your still trembling pussy and sucks them clean. “Fuck, you taste so good.” He moans.

When you don’t move after a moment, Poe shifts you back against him to better see your face. “You okay, sweetheart?” He asks with a chuckle.

Your eyes are closed still as you try to recover from such an intense orgasm. Maybe it’s because it’s been so long since another person has made you cum, or maybe it’s because it was Poe, or the situation of possibly getting caught, but you’re so blissed out right now.

“So good.” You mumble, reaching up for his face. You want to kiss him again. You haven’t been able to stop thinking about his lips on yours since the hangar.

He sits on the ground, shifting you to take off your shorts completely so you can straddle his lap.

“I like this.” You whisper, leaning forward to capture his mouth. He surges forward to meet you, fingers tangling in your hair before sliding down your back. His lips are impossibilities, hungry and urgent and yet so soft and gentle at the same time. His tongue swipes across your lower lip and of course, you open for him. You moan in your throat as he rocks his hips up into you. His fingertips dig into your hips as you grind them slowly, soaking the front of his trousers.

“We should get...back to my room.” He mumbles, kissing down your jaw and nipping at the apex.

“Or you could fuck me right here.” You suggest breathlessly.

He chuckles, pulling back. “As much as I love seeing you in the moonlight, I have more I want to do to you that requires a bed.”

You pout and he grins. “Alright.” Shakily, you stand up and reach for your shorts but he pulls them out of your reach. “Poe, I can’t walk through the compound naked. Everyone will see me.” You say nervously. Does he want that? Fuck, your knees are so damn weak.

He stands up and guides your tank top off over your head. He slides the other side of your bra down under your breast, so you’re exposed on both sides. “Can’t have that.” He murmurs, unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off. “You’ll walk through in my shirt.” He says, sliding it up over your arms. It only just barely covers your ass. He buttons it up slowly, testing your strength until he reaches the base of your breasts and stops.

“Okay, let’s go.” He smirks.

Fuck.

He leads you out through the trees and back onto the path back to the dorms. He pulls you next to him, his arm around your waist as you walk. It’s possessive, while at the same time soft, like he can’t get you close enough. His hand cups your ass as you walk, just to remind you how very naked he has you.

He leans in close, nipping at your earlobe. “Maker, I’m so fucking hard seeing you like this. In just my shirt. I can’t wait to take you apart with everything I have, my mouth, my fingers, my cock.” He moans, squeezing your ass.

“Poe,” you moan and he chuckles, guiding you through his door. You reach for his shirt as he locks the door but he stops you.

“Leave it on. Wanna fuck you in it.” He says, sounding wild and out of control.

“Lights?” You ask, fuck why are you so timid all of a sudden?

“They stay on. I wanna see every second of this.” He pulls you close, kissing you hard as he guides you back to the bed. He lays you down, finally removing his pants and you lick your lips hungrily at the sight of his hard cock. You wanna taste it properly this time, wanna feel it sliding down your throat as you suck and listen to him moan because of you.

You reach for it, eyes trained on your prize and he grabs your hands. “Poe, please? Wanna feel you in my mouth.” You look up at him and he groans.

“I have my own plans that involve you being in my mouth.” He says.

“Solution. You lay down, me on top. We both get what we want and then you can do anything at all to me.” You promise. “Anything.”

“Fuck. Okay.” He shifts you, laying down flat on his bed. You kick off your boots and let him guide you over his face. “Maker, you’re fucking gorgeous. And wet all for me.” He guides your hips down to his mouth and his tongue swipes slowly over your clit. So soft, slow, sensual, your eyes roll back in your head.

Your hand wraps around his thick cock, and you lick slowly at the tip, hoping you have the same effect on him that he’s having on you. Your mouth opens wide, sliding over the head and taking him into your mouth. You massage your tongue along the thick shaft, hungry for all of him. He moans loudly against your clit and it feels so fucking good. You suck hard, bobbing your head as far down as it can go, feeling him slide down your throat.

“Shit, Y/N-“ he chokes, hips bucking slightly. You bob your head slow, stroking him with your tongue, letting him feel every contour as you taste him.

He’s breathless as he sucks on your clit, making you moan around him. His tongue teases at it, making you quiver, your thighs tremble. His hips buck in time with your head and you reach down, grasping his heavy balls and giving them a gentle squeeze.

“Fu-fuck!” He gasps, pulling off you. “Y/N!”

You pull off him and turn around, making your head level with his. “I can’t wait anymore, Poe. I want you inside me.” You whisper, straddling his hips. You grasp his thick cock, rubbing the tip teasingly over your cunt.

He holds your gaze as you slide down, sinking onto his shaft. Your mouth falls open slightly as he stretches you, and you have to stop halfway to catch your breath. He reaches down, his thumb pressing against your clit and he rubs slowly, teasing you towards an orgasm.

“That’s it, relax.” He says softly, his voice thick and husky. You moan, your walls fluttering around him. “That’s good. Cum for me. Let me in.” He praises. He presses just right and you clamp down on him, cumming and sinking down further. He moans, continuing to rub your clit until you’re all the way to his base. “Fuck, Y/N.” He moans as your walls roll and flex along him. “You feel so good, like heaven, baby.” He says and you lean forward, changing the angle and dragging along his shaft.

“I know how we’re spending M-Mondays from now on.” You breathe.

He guides you down to his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly. He kisses you hard as he ruts his cock up into you. You whine as you arch your back, taking him deeper. He thrusts hard and deep, feeling your walls cling to him. He grips your hips as he fucks you on top of him, driven crazy by the desperate hold you have on him.

You pant in his ear, biting his earlobe and sucking on his neck. “Fuck, Poe. You’re so big inside me.” You moan softly, breathlessly. “Better than I ever dreamed.” You praise. “Oh fuck! Poe, gonna make me cum.” You whine. He doesn’t slow down, but he does shift your hips. Now he’s hitting deeper, grinding his perfect fucking cockhead right against your g-spot.

You gasp, burying your face in his neck as you buck your hips, that fire in your belly spreading. Your moans have turned into high pitched whines, short, desperate, pleading.

“Never gonna stop fucking you, baby.” He promises and you fall over the edge with a ragged gasp, grinding your hips down hard. Your walls clamp down on his thrusting cock, stroking along his shaft, holding him tight.

“Stars, P-Poe.” You moan, and he rolls you over.

“What did you think about earlier? Making yourself cum to get rid of your migraine? What naughty thoughts filled your head?” He asks, pushing in slowly.

“You.” You pant. “It’s always you. Fucking me anywhere you can get your hands on me. In the hangar, the cantina, your ship, my ship, Leia’s office. I can’t get enough of thinking about you taking me, filling me, claiming me.”

He pulls out nearly all the way, watching as your pretty pussy sucks him back in. “Fuck. Can’t wait to fuck you on every surface I can find.” He moans.

You surge up and kiss him, urging him to fuck you faster. But he doesn’t. He takes his damn time, stroking in and out of you.

“I’ve waited so long for you to want me.” He moans, laying down on top of you. Most of his weight is supported by his elbows and knees, but you can still feel every inch. You wrap your legs around his hips and that lifts you into him. He moves closer, tucking his thighs under yours, keeping you lifted for him. He doesn’t have far to move, gentle rocking and he’s buried inside you. You cling to his biceps, panting for him as he fucks you slowly.

He captures your mouth with his, rocking his hips slowly. Your walls flutter and squeeze around him with every slow thrust, your mind slowly dribbling away as he fucks it out if you. His tongue dances in your mouth, tasting you, exploring you, claiming it as his own.

He’s won, he knows it, now he’s taking all the time he wants to revel in his sweet victory.

He strokes just right on your clit, filling you to the brim and all you can do is cling to him. Your orgasm crashes on you out of nowhere, rising up and drowning you in bliss. You arch up into him with a cry, clamping down around him and keeping him in place.

“Good girl. Oh, good fucking girl. That’s it, baby.” He praises, licking along your neck. Your whole body is sensitive, every nerve inside you attuned to pleasure under his touch.

You tremble under him as he starts to move again. You’ve never felt so small, so in someone else’s control. But if it was going to be anyone’s control, it should be his. His hips rock a little harder, bottoming out with a bump each time and you don’t know how much longer you can hold on.

“P-Poe.” You beg, holding onto his shoulders.

His tongue drags up your jaw and over your lips. “Baby, you’re taking my cock so good.” He moans.

“I need you to fill me, I know you have to cum.” You whimper.

“I’m not ready yet, sweetheart. You made me wait for so long. Filled my head with your teasing and your body.” He grunts, cock pulsing inside you. “I wanna take my time, making you feel every inch.” He whispers.

“Fuck, P-Poe. Can you fuck me faster?” You plead.

“Slow and steady, baby. Gonna fill you all night. You’re never gonna stop cumming on my cock.” He promises.

He shifts your hips higher so that his cock rubs against your g-spot and you’re seeing stars. Your mouth falls open as he strokes and strokes and strokes, your breathing gets caught in your chest and you cum around him, a trembling mess as you clamp down on his cock. You roll and buck your hips as best you can, trying to get him to cum.

He grunts, kissing you deeply. “Keep going, love feeling you move under me. So desperate for me.” He pants.

“What if I promise you can fuck me every day? Before breakfast, after dinner, before a mission, whenever you want?” You try, your cunt squeezing him in anticipation. The thought of him being inside you every day is blanking the rest of your brain.

“You really want that?” He asks, looking down at you.

“I want you. Every day, at least twice. Five on Mondays.”

He rocks into you a little faster now. “Seven.” He bargains and you chuckle.

“As many times as you want. Just cum now. Fuck me hard. Wake me up by eating me out and we can go again in the morning.” You moan, spreading your legs wider for him.

“Fuck, pretty girl.” He pulls out and you groan. “Roll over.” He pushes you onto your stomach and lifts your hips in the air. “So fuckin pretty.” He grunts, pushing in fast and hard.

Fuuuuuck.

You bury your face in the sheets, hands balling into fists as he sets up a blistering pace. He holds your hips exactly where he needs them, pounding into you fast, hard, and deep. You keep up a constant pressure on his cock, squeezing for all you’re worth. He reaches around, leaning over you as he fingers your clit blindingly fast.

“Cum for me, baby. One last time. Cum on my cock as I fill you.” He grunts.

He slams in and your whole body dissolves into atoms, pure, unadulterated bliss as the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had crashes down over you. The only thing keeping you grounded is Poe. He hilts himself to the root inside you, tipping over the edge himself, filling you with his cum.

“Pretty girl.” He moans, collapsing next to you. You twist into his side, still high in the clouds. He pulls you tight and kisses you all over your face. “Did I hurt you?” He asks.

You don’t have any energy left for words so you shake your head, lacing your fingers through his. He kisses your fingers, holding them against his lips. “Sorry I made you wait.” You rasp out and he laughs quietly.

“I’m not. The flirting was fun. This was better.”

You smile to yourself, tossing your leg over his. “Yeah.”

He mumbles something else, but you’re already drifting off to sleep, happy in his arms.

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