#poe dameron x fem reader
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Clandestine
Poe Dameron X Fem!Reader
Rating : E / 18+
Word count : 2400 (ish)
Warnings : Smut. PIV, fingering, semi-public sex, tiny bit of needy!Poe, reader wears a dress, illusions to lack of self confidence, praise kink, cock warming
Summary: Poe can't keep his eyes, or his hands off you during a party....
(Alternatively a discussion was had about staining Poes trousers when he decides he can't wait to have you in private...)
A/N : Yea I'm still mostly on hiatus, but after a bit of lovely feedback from my Discord loves, I am sharing this with you all.
No longer using a taglist because it's out of date.
Forgive any mistakes. It's not beta'd and I'm bad at finding my own mistakes.
It was no secret that Poe hated these type of events with a passion, and so it should be no surprise that he had situated himself in the corner furthest from the dance floor, mostly hidden in darkness, sipping his drink as he watched the party begin to reach its peak.
He'd agreed to go only because you asked him, and for the most part, he had been the perfect partner throughout the dinner, apart from the fact he had politely refused to leave the table to dance. Instead he seemed content to sit quietly eyeing you in the dim lighting.
"Stop that," you scold, for what feels like the hundredth time since the pilot had seen you this evening.
"Stop what?" He grins, raising an eyebrow, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he eyes you with blatant, feral desire.
"Looking at me." You fidget under his gaze, adjusting your dress and trying not to let him fluster you, although the heat prickling at your skin lets you know you are failing on that front.
"I'm admiring," he clarifies, sipping his drink without ever taking his eyes off you.
The moment you had walked out of the fresher in this dress, he'd all but drooled over you. You still vividly remembered the way his mouth had fallen open, his eyes taking in every inch of your body — more than once — before he regained the ability to speak. You had fidgeted under his gaze, feeling suddenly self conscious in your choice of outfit, which was a little more daring than your usual attire.
"Jess helped me pick it," you had mumbled, as though it explained everything.
"Well we arn't going to the party." He had stated after a drawn out silence, swallowing hard.
You had frowned, confused, but before you had a chance to ask, he had pulled you into his arms, his mouth on yours, his hands cupping your ass as he held you against him, begging you to let him view your dress on the bedroom floor, while he buried himself inside you.
Much to his disappointment, and if you were honest, your own too, you had managed to wriggle out of his grip, and firmly told him that he could do whatever he wanted with you, and your dress, after the party. The look he had given you would make anyone think you had told him BB-8's programming had failed.
So to the party you had come, and enjoyed it, with one glaring problem — he had barely taken his eyes off you, all night. Everytime you glanced over at him during conversation he was, for all intense purposes, absolutely eye fucking you.
You had no idea, until you met Poe, what being so openly desired could do to you. He riled you up with just a look and Maker, he was so damn hard to say no to. More than once you had to curl your fingers against your thighs under the table, willing yourself to have some control and stop your thoughts wandering to the way he was dragging his tongue along the Meiloorun fruit served for dessert. You were thankful when they finally cleared away the plates.
"Well, admire something else," you answer, keeping your eyes trained on the dance floor lights, trying not to give in to your desires.
"I can't," he practically hisses, leaning close to you. "You have no idea how much I can't."
"Poe." It's half a warning for him to stop, but the flicker in his eyes lets you know he knows he's starting to get to you. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't regretted turning him down earlier this evening. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't considered faking some illness to leave the party early. But you had promised to come, and now you were here you had to stick it out, at least until a decent time.
He holds your gaze as his hand slips into yours, firm and comforting, even as he eyes you hungrily.
"Come sit with me. At least let me hold you," he whispers softly, sweetly, dangerously. You know exactly where he's about to put you, and why. Yet you don't stop him when he pulls you out of your seat, and guides you to sit on his lap.
You let out a soft gasp at the feel of his hard cock pressed against your ass, realising exactly what he meant by "can't".
"I need you," he whispers, almost sinfully, in your ear. "I need you, now." His nose brushes against the column of your neck, from your collarbone to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. It's so much harder to ignore him now, to try and reason with him.
"Poe, we are in public!" It's barely a protest, your body already responding to his, your pussy clenching at the thought of his cock buried deep inside you, here, in a hall full of people. It shouldn't excite you as much as it does.
"I can't wait," he groans. "Please baby, it's been like this all night. Please. I need to be inside you." His tone is needy, begging, desperate.
It's thrilling, knowing you can pull that out of him.
"I'll be good to you," he promises, his hands already hitching up your dress under the table, splaying them warm against your thighs. "You know how good I can be to you."
The shiver of desire that runs through you at his words is completely involuntary. You can't stop it, no more than you can stop the way your heart gallops, and butterflies erupt in your stomach as his promise, and the memories of previous similar promises it revives.
"If anyone sees…" you trail off with a pleasured sigh as he kisses your neck, just below your ear.
"They won't," he states confidently, as though the table were a wall between you and the party.
You want to argue that he has no way of knowing, that this is a terrible idea, that you should wait, but you're too far gone, lost in the way his mouth feels against your pulse point, sucking a mark to claim you.
His hands, already pressed against the skin of your thighs, start a slow journey up, taking his time to squeeze your flesh lightly, enjoying the warmth of you against his palms, lightly pressing them open for him.
When he finally slips a hand between your legs, he lets out a sudden breath, as though the air has been punched from his lungs.
"Fuck," he hisses, his fingers skimming against your bare flesh, collecting the wetness already gathered there, and dragging up to brush against your clit.
You expect him to be smug about it, to tease you about how easily riled you are, how you want this as much as he does, but the pilot seems to have been struck dumb by your lack of underwear and only succeeds in a low whine against your neck, his hips rutting up into you, desperate for friction against his aching cock.
Your own gasp, as he slips a finger easily into you, curling against your walls, is thankfully covered by the music. He gives you a moment to school your expression, lest anyone notice, before he slowly, almost lazily withdraws it, moving up to circle your clit, before back down to sink two fingers into you.
"Shouldn't have let you leave the room," he grumbles against your neck as you squirm on his lap, his fingers stretching you open with practised ease. His hands know your body better than your own, and it takes him absolutely no time at all to have you struggling to contain your moans of pleasure.
Leaning into you he licks your neck, making you shudder with need.
"Can I fuck you now?"
You should say no, make your excuses and leave, pick this back up in your room. He's giving you an out, a way to stop this before it goes further than you're comfortable with. But you find you don't want to stop. In fact, you very much don't want to stop.
"Yes," you breathe out, rolling your hips against the straining bulge in his trousers. He curses, and within moments his fingers are removed and he's scrambling to unbutton his trousers, freeing his cock with some careful manuveting from you.
His hands find your hips, steadying you as you position yourself, your back to his chest, leaning your hands on the table, trying to look as innocent as possible.
Taking a breath you bite your lip hard as you sink down onto his waiting cock, taking things slow despite his desperation, and now yours. Both of you know drawing too much attention to yourselves would not be pleasant.
Poe's teeth sink into your shoulder, stifling his groan against your skin as you settle back on his lap. The bite of pain makes you clench around him and the pilot lets out a choked noise of surprise, his hips jolting against yours, pressing him deep inside you.
"Shit baby, don't do that," he warns, taking a trembling breath. "Not unless you want this over really qui-nghh!"
You can't help but do it again and the torturous sound he lets out is more than worth it.
"Stop," he gasps "I don't wanna rush this". But you aren't listening to him. He's pushed you this far and now you're on edge, your body crying out for a blissful release you know he can give you. It just feels too damn good to tease him.
You clench again, and this time earns you a low growl that sends electric through your nerves.
You're expecting him to thrust up into you, hard and deep, the way he usually would when you tease him this way, but instead his arms hold tight against your waist, pulling you down into his lap as he grinds up into you, slowly.
It's so much better….or worse. He adjusts his hips until his cock brushes up against that one blissful spot inside you, constantly. It's never ending. No amount of squirming or wriggling allows you a moment from the pressure. It's too much and not enough. It turns the tables in an instant, and you can't help the whimper that passes your lips.
"Good girl, taking me so well," he praises, clearly trying to keep his breathing steady as he rolls his hips into you again. "Letting me have you here, where anyone can see us."
You have to fight to stop your eyes rolling back in pleasure as he whispers in your ear, your hands dropping from the table to grip his arms so hard you're sure the nail marks will still be there tomorrow.
"Driving me crazy in this dress. Lookin' like the hottest fucking thing. Fuck baby, you're so good to me, letting me do this," he slurs, his voice progressively more wrecked and quiet as he rambles on. Or maybe it's your hearing that's the problem. Suddenly all you can concentrate on is the base of the music as it vibrates through your veins, the press of his cock inside you, the weight of his arms around your waist, the pleasure surging through you.
You completely lose all sense of what he's saying to you, desperatly trying not to cry out his name aloud, or throw yourself forwards onto the table so he can pound into you. Instead you try your best to stay as still as you can, as calm as you can, while Poe seemingly does everything he can to make you a screaming mess.
Each grind of his hips is blissful torture. The pleasure builds and builds. The wave gets higher with each slow roll of his hips, your nerves on fire, your muscles taunt and aching, but there's no release. It's blissful and terrifying all at once. It holds you on the precipice, tiptoeing the edge but never allowing the tide to claim you.
He pushes you almost to the point where it's too much, to where you're almost sure you can't take any more, to where your considering begging him for release. But before you have chance his hands are suddenly grasping at your dress, pulling it up out of the way to press his fingers against your clit.
"Cum for me. Cum now," he demands.
And you do. Oh, you do.
You gasp, choking back your moan as your hands fly to grip the edge of the table, so hard your knuckles go white, as the cresting wave finally crashes down over you. Thighs trembling, toes curling, back arching, your eyes flutter shut as your climax rockets through you, uncaring who notices your reaction, lost in the bliss that seems to go on, and on.
You feel Poe's cock throb as he empties himself deep inside you, muting his own climax against your neck, his fingers digging painfully into your thighs as he continues to grind into you with the same slow, deep roll of his hips, riding out both your highs until you come down.
When you finally open your eyes your gaze flickers around the room, quickly checking if anyone had noticed either of you, but everyone seems thankfully lost in their own business. You left out a sigh of relief, your body sagging back against Poe's in sudden exhaustion.
"Told you nobody would see," he mumbles as he nuzzles your neck affectionately.
"You're lucky," you smile, turning your head to capture his lips in a soft kiss.
"I am very lucky," he nods seriously, before the edge of his lip tugs up in a cheeky half smile. "Thanks for helping me take care of that problem. I'll repay the favour later tonight… or now?"
You let out a strangled noise as Poe's fingers brush against the inside of your thighs, too close to where his softening cock is still buried inside you, unsure if you want to go again, or if you need a minute to recover. You feel the pilot smile against your neck as you twitch and squirm on his lap. Placing a soft solitary kiss to your damp skin he sighs.
"I'm sorry baby but it seems you might have made quite the mess. You're soaked everywhere." There's an undeniable smirk in his voice that lets you know he's anything but sorry about it, or his part in it. And now he's mentioned it, you can feel it — the slick warmth coating your skin, the evidence of both your climaxes seeping out. There's no denying it must be covering his lap as well as your own, and it makes an embarrassed heat prickle across your skin.
Before you can apologise, his arms wrap around your waist, anchoring you in place, unable to leave his lap as he brings his mouth to your ear. You shiver at his words, body tensing in anticipation.
"I guess you'll just have to sit right there until the party's over."
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Master List Pt. 2
YouTubers
Swaggersouls
Streamers Dream - smut
Markiplier
Games of the many - smut
Joysticks and pushing buttons - smut
Sticks and stones - smut
That one look - smut
The punishment unforgotten - Violence/smut
A need for it and her - smut
The stress is real - fluff
"Im sorry, honey" - fluff
Roomies or More? (Egos) - smut
Yancy NSFW alphabet - smut
Love mistaken for hate (Wilford Warfstache) - fluff
Don't fear the reaper (Darkiplier) - smut
Dark lust (Darkiplier) - smut
Static (Darkiplier) - smut
Warp core breech Pt.1 (ISWM) - fluff
Warp core breech Pt.2 (ISWM) - fluff
Seeing Stars (ISWM) - fluff
Jacksepticeye
Blue tint and cold tiles - smut
Marvel
Me and the Devil walking side by side (Daredevil) - fluff
Sorcerer Supreme (Doctor Strange) - smut
More like Einstein (Tony Stark) - smut
Two tons of iron (Tony Stark) - smut
Green-ish (Bruce Banner) - smut
Tender Touch (Scott Lang) - smut
The speed of light (Pietro Maximoff) - fluff
Courts of Green Pt.1 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff
Courts of Green Pt.2 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff
Courts of Green Pt.3 (Bucky Barnes) - Violence/ fluff
Feathers and Swords (Clint Barton) - smut
Hawks gold (Clint Barton) - fluff
As beautiful as an angel (Yondu Udonta) - fluff
Fear makes love (Ronan the accuser) - smut
Sharp as steel (Wolverine) - smut
Blades that steel the heart (Wolverine) - fluff
Obviously not that obvious (Drax the Destroyer) - smut
DC
Tattoo Buddies (Chato Santana) - fluff
Soldier Boy (Rick Flag) - smut
Slice and dice (Captain boomerang) - smut
Scars and stripes (BOP Victor Zsasz) - smut
TWD
Guns of blazing love (Aaron) - smut
Maybe evil Maybe not But just about (Shane) - smut
Barbed Wire Pt.1 (Negan) - smut
Barbed Wire Pt.2 (Negan) - Smut
Barbed Wire Pt.3 (Negan) - Violence/fluff
Barbed Wire Pt.4 (Negan) - Violence/fluff
Barbed Wire Pt.5 (Negan) - smut
Barbed Wire Pt.6 (Negan) - Violence/fluff
Barbed Wire Pt.7 (Negan) - Violence/fluff
Barbed Wire Pt.8 (Negan) - fluff
Star Wars
The light within (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff
The force of two (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff
The force binds all (Obi Wan Kenobi) - smut
The intimidating side of things (Boba Fett) - smut
Orders (Poe Dameron) - angst/ fluff
Black ink (Darth Maul) - smut
The Witcher
How The Witcher men react when you cry - fluff
Bard and Bells (Jaskier) - fluff
Gotham
Gotham Villains teaching s/o to shoot a gun
Gotham Villains when s/o doesn't answer the phone
How Gotham Villains react to their s/o getting shot
Sexting with Oswald Cobblepot - smut
Gotham's King and Queen (Oswald Cobblepot) - angst
I will kill you (Oswald Cobblepot) - fluff
Emperor Penguin (Oswald Cobblepot) - smut
Smoking Roses Pt.1 (Victor Zsasz) - smut
Smoking Roses Pt.2 (Victor Zsasz)- smut
Tainted Riddle (Ed Nygma) - fluff
What am I? (Ed Nygma) - fluff/Violence
Five-O (Jim Gordon) - smut
Stalked (Jeremiah Valeska) - Violence/fluff
Fantastic Beasts
Blue fire and silver smoke (Gellert Grindelwald) - fluff
Heaven without fear (Credence Barebone) - smut
Boardwalk Empire
Gentleman with a dark side (Arnold Rothstein) - smut
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Chapters: 2/3
Fandom: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015), Star Wars alternate universe, Star Wars Freeform - Fandom, star wars AU - Fandom, Poe Dameron - Fandom
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: poe dameron x reader, Poe Dameron & Reader, Poe Dameron & Original Female Character(s), Poe Dameron/Original Character(s)
Characters: Poe Dameron, x reader - Character, BB-8, Finn, Rey
Additional Tags: star wars alternate universe - Freeform, Star Wars - Freeform, Fluff, Falling In Love, Star Wars AU, Minor mention of blood, minor mention of physical pain, Minor Injuries, Mentions of torture
Excerpt under the cut.
"What?" you asked this time.
"You don't want to examine the rest of me? Maybe something else hurts," he winked, looking down on his lower half, then waited. He was reading you to gauge your reaction. See if he could get a rise out of you somehow. That much you knew.
"If you're trying to get me flustered, it's not going to work Commander. I've seen it all. And I mean," you stepped closer and leaned in. "I've seen it aaaaalllll. And those with the biggest egos usually don't share biggest when it comes to other, real parts of their bodies," you whispered into his ear. It was you who smirked this time, and him who sat mouth agape.
"Take care, Commander," you slipped the data chart into the holder at the end of the bed and walked off.
"At least give me your name," he called out before you reached to close the curtains.
"Why?"
"You know mine. It's only fair, you share yours." He held a requesting but serious gaze. "I mean, that way I can schedule my dinners accordingly. So you won't distract me. Or, you know, have another accident."
You husked out a scoff. "First of all, not my fault you get distracted so easily. And second. That was your fault. You really shouldn't sneak up on people!" You turned on your heel, ready to walk away.
"You still don't like me, huh?" he asked with a mocking undertone this time.
Why did he have to have the last word? Why? You stopped and pivoted back. "Truthfully. No. Because I know your type."
"And what type is that?" He jumped off the bed with a wince, then ambled your way.
"The big-headed, arrogant flyboy type who thinks he can have whatever he wants with those sultry eyes and... and... aaaahhhnnnd... what are you doing?" you stammered out the last few words.
He had stopped right in front of you. Close enough to where you could feel the warmth emanating from him, and his cologne wrapping around your nose, hints of engine fuel and grease mixed in. "Just trying to see why you're so scared of me," he whispered with a dead serious face.
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Move Over
Poe Dameron X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info
Summary: You let Poe share your bed when he's too drunk to go back to his own room. He, however, can't seem to stop himself from taking up all the space humanly possible.
A/N: A little something for @campingwiththecharmings, I hope you're feeling better 💚
Warnings: sharing a bed, Feelings TM, fingering, oral (f receiving), sleepy sex, p in v sex, typos, overuse of italics, please let me know if I've missed a warning.
Word Count: 1980
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You shift in your small bed, trying to find a position that is vaguely comfortable. Though it seems more likely that the First Order will just give up and surrender tomorrow, with the way Poe is taking up all the space possible.
You shove him a little and grumble, too tired to be polite about it. It wasn’t even his bed anyway, or his room. And it was his own fault for getting so drunk on cheap Rorian rum.
One of the most exciting things about The Resistance using this moon as a new base was the preexisting structures that included personal rooms. Even though they were small, and you didn’t really mind sharing with others, it was nice to have your own space. Was nice.
Emphasis on the was.
Poe had basically collapsed in your room, far too out of it to make it back to his own after the celebration night at the cantina. You had kindly given up half of your tiny bed, the act of altruism aided by your soft spot for the pilot. (More than a soft spot if you were being honest.)
But that was hours ago, when you were more awake and the unspoken deal had been for half of your space. Not the current 95% Poe was laying all over.
You shove him again, wriggling quickly to take up the free area you managed to push him out of so you could lay comfortably.
Poe let’s out a soft moan of confusion, but doesn’t open his eyes.
You settle, satisfied with your well earned extra room. But it’s less than a minute before he’s shifting closer again, trying to encroach on your side.
That’s it.
“Poe.” You say harshly, pushing back on him.
You expect him to wake up groggily, or at least turn over onto his other side facing away from you.
Instead he mumbles something intelligible and flops his arm over your stomach and snuggles close. He presses his face to your neck, his soft breath hitting your skin.
Heat rises to your face. This definitely wasn’t what you’d intended.
“Poe.” You whisper, your previous annoyance burned up with embarrassment. You try to push on his arm, move it back over. But your movements only cause him to grumble and hold you tighter, curling his body into yours.
You breathe in deeply. At least you had some space, right?
Eventually you drift off to sleep again. And even though you didn’t want to admit it, there was something comforting about Poe’s warmth and tight hug.
But of course his close proximity made you dream of him.
It was hazy, and not quite tangible. Part of you was vaguely aware that you were dreaming, the edges were too soft, too liquid and not quite in focus.
Except it felt real.
There was an ache between your legs that was being teased by a constant pressure. You squirmed against it, trying to find some semblance of relief.
A faint sigh pulled you further from sleep. A quiet muffled whisper of your name murmured into your neck sent a sharp thrill of sensation down your spine.
“Poe?” Your voice was heavy, saturated with sleep as you shifted slightly, moving and- oh.
He moans softly against your skin as your hip brushes against his hard cock, his fingers digging into your ribs as he holds you close, silently begging you to repeat the motion.
“‘m sorry,” he mumbled, obviously just fully waking himself. “I didn’t, I didn’t mean to,” this time he shifts slightly, raising his legs and you gasp, unable to stop the sound from spilling out of your mouth. His thigh rubs against your centre, pressing your soaked through pyjama bottoms against you.
You grip hold of his shoulder, your other hand fisting the curls at the nape of his neck as you pull him against you, needing him closer.
His breath hitches. “Is that good?” He murmured, pressing his thigh against you again and rocking it back and forward slightly.
You bite your lip and nod desperately, your eyes screwed shut.
He watches you, enraptured for a second, before he slowly leans back to your neck and places a light kiss against your skin.
You whine at the caress, rubbing your aching clit back and forth against the strong muscle of his thigh.
Poe briefly mistakes the small sound as distress, all his senses on high alert. “I can stop, I’m sorry, I don’t-”
“Please don’t stop,” you beg, your voice breaking, sounding needy and pathetic and so, so wrecked. “Feels good, please, Poe, please, I-” you moan loudly, giving up any pretence of trying to hide your feelings as he latches back onto your neck, sucking hard, and grabs hold of your hips, fucking you against his leg.
“Poe,” you whine, dragging out his name. Not sure for a moment if this is real or if you’re still dreaming.
“Fuck baby, yes,” he growls, biting at your skin before licking a stripe up your neck. “Keep moaning my name like that, keep doing it.”
He kissed you sloppily, biting at your bottom lip and slipping his tongue into your mouth, as he moved. Before climbing on top of you and hooking his hands under your knees so that he could move your legs apart and settle between him.
He moaned as he pressed his cock against your clothed heat, echoing your cry of pleasure.
“Poe,” you whimpered between kisses, so desperate for every touch and caress.
“Wanted you for so long,” he kissed you hard, trailing his lips down your jaw and neck while he ran his hands over your breasts and waist. “Always imagined what you’d sound like, feel like, taste like.”
He kisses down your chest, biting softly at your breast through the material of your top and moaning when you gasp and buck up against him.
“Always want you to make that noise,” he groans as he keeps trailing his lips downwards, dragging his fingertips lower until he can slip them under the waistband of your trousers.
You yelp in surprise as he pulls them off in one fluid motion, partially lifting you off the mattress in the process. The cool night air hits your feverish skin, but you barely have a moment to shiver before he’s pulling your legs back open. His fingers digging into your thighs and leaving bruises in his hast, not that you care.
When his tongue touches your clit it feels like heaven. You gasp and moan loudly, crying out his name as he sucks. His own groan of pleasure vibrating through you.
He presses his left forearm against the inside of your thigh, spreading his hand out across your stomach and pinning you down as he devours you.
Instinctively you grind up against him as your claw at the bedsheets. He sucks at your nub, alternating between kitten licks and rolling circles, driving you completely mad as he purposefully ignores your aching centre. Poe growls low in his throat happily as you moan and writhe under him.
“Poe, please!” You never imagined it would be like this, never dared to hope that he would want to touch you like this, and now he had pushed all rational thinking completely out of your mind, filled you utterly to the brim with only thoughts of him.
He moans again, bucking against the mattress to give himself some slight relief. “You’re so wet,” he runs his nose through your folds, following it with broad licks of his tongue. He teases your entrance, just slipping inside for a smallest moment, and chuckling when you whine and try to thrust up against him.
“How long have you been this wet, hmm?” He nips at your thigh, bringing his right hand up to trace the outline of your pussy while he keeps you pressed against the bed with his left.
“You been walking around the base just desperate for me? Just needing me to take care of you?”
“Yes,” you sobbed, your skin burning with embarrassment as you admitted it.
“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers, the dark seductive tone faltering at your confession. He buried his face into your thigh, sucking a love bite into your skin.
Poe presses two fingers into you easily, slowly sliding them in and out and moaning as he feels your walls contract around him.
Your back arches, toes curling as he gently readjusts the angle, searching for the spot to make you see stars.
“Poe,” you breathe, so overcome with the sensation of his thick fingers.
He reaches up with his left hand and grabs yours, squeezing tightly. “That’s it baby, that’s it, fuck,” he bites his lip, watching your face intently.
The ache in his dick is maddening, all consuming, he’s so hard he’s sure he could cum just from watching you.
“Always need you,” he mutters, unable to stop himself as he continues to fuck you deep with his fingers. “Always so desperate for you, just want you all the time, I-” He stops himself, stumbling over the words he wants to say, that every fibre of his being demands he says.
He can’t speak those words, can’t admit them when every day is just another chance for the universe to tear you apart.
“Poe,” you grab hold of him, pulling his lips to yours and kissing him deeply before you yank off your top and tug at his trousers. “I need you too.”
He groans and kisses you back, almost completely swallowing your words. But thankfully he gets the message and helps you to tug down his trousers to his knees before he leans forward and thrusts into you.
You both cry out, moaning loud enough to wake the whole base, still just for a moment to truly feel each other before Poe starts to move.
He rocks his hips against you, thrusting in and out with long lazy strokes as he bites his lip hard enough to bleed. His features pinched together in deep concentration as he tries so hard not to cum.
“I’m not gonna… I’m not gonna last long,” he moans as you clench around him, at how tightly you grip him and how your muscles tense as you arch up to meet his every movement.
“Me neither.” You pant, every nerve feels like it’s on fire, ignited by every touch.
He presses his forefinger against your clit, rubbing soft circles around the nerve and gasping when you twitch and clamp down on him.
“Poe,” you barely get the word out, pleasure twisting in your stomach and chest and drowning your lungs.
The slow rock is driving you insane, a gentle push and pull, give and take. It would be so much easier, so much simpler if it was hard and fast and meaningless and wasn’t… wasn’t…
“Baby,” he gasps, so close and needing more, needing you to overwhelm him, to-
You cry out as you cum, throwing your head back and squeezing him hard. He sobs as he follows, thrusting once more and stays deep as he cums inside.
The sound of both of your breathing fills the room as your heartbeats return to normal.
There’s the smallest fraction of a second where insecurity raises its ugly head, starts to whisper in your ear.
But it’s almost as if Poe can hear it too. He pushes himself up to look into your eyes before kissing you softly and holding you tight.
You chuckle as he nuzzles your cheek.
“I’ve still got my shirt on.” He mutters and you laugh.
He grins and snuggles into your neck for a moment before he fumbles with the blanket, mostly managing to pull it over you both. “I’ll clean us up in a second, I just wanna…” He yawns and you smile.
“Me too.” You kiss his cheek and hug him close. He sighs happily and holds you tight.
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Got it Bad
Poe Dameron x Fem! Reader
Summary: You are a medic aboard the Anodyne, a Resistance frigate frequented by one Poe Dameron. He often comes to see you when he is injured; you assume this time to be no different, as he is reckless in the line of duty and could do with your healing touch. But you have underestimated him; he has to show you something. Will you entertain his request?
Warnings: Explicit / NSFW 18+ for: Heavy petting, cunnilingus, PiV sex, kissing, blood and injury, premature ejaculation, dirty talk, medical scenarios, and mention of death in wartime. Contains: fluff, a liiittle bit of angst, smut, humor, and “love” confessions.
Notes: This is my first time writing for Poe Dameron! Dedicated to @allsystemsblue, because she was the one who told me to! Poe is all over the place in this, but always about consent!
Word Count: 8.1K
Divider and banner by me.
“How many times has it been, then?”
Doe brown eyes blinked once, twice, spidery lashes that may as well have been made of gossamer, or silk, gracing tawny skin with a kiss. Poe Dameron stared blankly at you as you dressed his wound, this being one of the numerous occasions that you were tasked to do so.
You were one of the many medics aboard this particular Resistance vessel that patrolled the Outer Rim. Stationed not too far from D’Qar and the principal base of General Organa herself, this reckless, daredevil pilot had a tendency to bless you with his presence after what you would call less than routine missions.
Not desiring to arrive to his superior a bloodied mess more than necessary, Poe frequently docked his T-70 star fighter in your frigate’s docking bay for safekeeping, allowing his droid companion free rein of the halls. Moments earlier, BB-8 had been offered a recharging station, Dameron left in your expert care as his ball droid rolled off and out of sight, following closely behind a member of the maintenance crew. The conversation between the two had been amusing to witness.
“Don’t worry, buddy! I’ll be right here waiting for you. Maybe. Possibly.”
BB had issued a series of complaints and reprimands in Droidspeak, causing the pilot to wince as if being scolded by his mother, or the general herself.
“All right, fine! I’ll come and find you then. No sweat.”
Satisfied, the orange and white orb had swirled on its axis, wheeling fluidly across a duralloy floor, leaving its master alone to suffer the consequences of his actions. Though Dameron did not seem to care, remaining somewhat unbothered by the gash across his forehead from where a piece of shrapnel had sent Black One into a spin. Before he could regain control, Poe’s head had crashed into the yolk of his X-wing, leaving a two-inch rent in his flesh.
No, he had not been wearing his helmet.
Despite his foolhardy nature, you thought it curious. With such a varied assortment of medical personnel living and working on the Anodyne - a modified Nebulon-C escort employed by the Resistance for the express purpose of being a mobile hospital - it was a wonder of yours why Poe always chose to search you out.
Not considering yourself to be anything in the way of special, at least the skills you possessed were adequate to put him on the mend. But, somehow, this visit seemed different, even if sticky crimson coated his handsome features.
You had come to notice that Poe was spending less time talking and more time staring, a thing you were not accustomed to as his gaze was unrelenting, the commander scrutinizing every facet of your appearance. He had seemed to limit himself to the surface area of your face, wandering, probing, exploring the curve of your nose, the outline of your lips, and finally the warmth in your eyes.
“Y-you didn’t answer me,” you commented, applying bacta to the injured man with a dabble of your fingers, your voice having lost its normal confidence as Dameron uttered a single, muted question.
“Huh?” he asked, as if only now realizing he was indeed a person, and that he could be perceived by others. He sat up marginally in his chair, those unyielding, heavy-lidded eyes almost vacantly looking through you, or so you thought.
You were beginning to wonder if this had anything to do with the fact that he might be mildly concussed. You were also becoming self-conscious, trying to keep the conversation on track despite Poe being so close to you with his blood staining your hands. “How many times has it been that you have come to see me these last few months? Don’t you know how to stay out of trouble?”
“No,” he answered without thought, leaning forward once more in the chair serving him for his examination. That sole syllable had been expressed in a dilatory fashion, soft and airy, only inches from your mouth.
You let out a breathy exhalation, surprised by this turn of events, yet nothing had happened. The cocky pilot dared to bite down on a rather pouty bottom lip; he watched you intently, gauging your reaction as he dallied there, finally adding more in the way of a response. “That’s why I’m here. Again.”
“Yes, right, obviously,” you managed, trying to restore some semblance of equanimity over yourself after having been caught off guard.
“Obviously,” he echoed, the word a whisper in the all too quiet room. However, this would not last as more wounded boarded the ship at intervals, soon the medical bay filled with a bustle of activity.
Unwanted activity.
Poe glanced around, assessing the situation. You had just finished bandaging him up when his hand reached out for yours, gently clasping your wrist.
“Doc, I’ve gotta show you something. I’ve got it-- bad.”
“It?” you inquired incredulously, your own glance taking an appraisal of the room. His voice had lowered again, as if this topic of conversation was not meant to be overheard. His expression appeared serious, deep-set brows knitting together in a visual show of his concern. You mimicked him, a rather human way to show empathy in this case, though not entirely sure what for.
“It,” he confirmed, gently pulling you forward toward himself, as if you weren’t already close enough. Your breathing picked up as you posed a follow-up question, a simple one, and straight to the point.
“What?”
He did that thing again, the staring, as if you were a sheet of transparisteel and he was looking beyond it to the other side. You scanned his face, those ruggedly attractive bits of him that you had tended to time and time again.
“Um—” he paused, as if not knowing what to say, like his words had failed him, which was not out of the realm of possibility as you could confirm this uncommon pilot flew by the seat of his pants. You canted your head, expecting some sort of answer, your gaze trailing to Dameron’s fingers latched gingerly around your forearm.
You took note of their thickness, their length, his nails surprisingly trim and immaculate for being a fighter pilot, though you doubted he spent that much time on solid earth when he craved the sky; realspace; to soar among the stars. Catching yourself quickly, it had not gone unnoticed, Poe matching your tilt of the head with one of his own as he peered up at you with those unwavering, expressive eyes.
“Rash … Inya Prime … Think it might be serious,” he informed you, causing you to retract and sit up straight. You tugged yourself loose from his grasp and frowned, turning to wipe your hands off the best you could on an otherwise clean towel, wishing he would have told you this before you had gone and touched him.
“Well, let’s see it then,” you offered, swiveling back around to face him. The pilot pursed his lips before biting down again, his foot beginning to tap against the floor; the motion was almost sultry, like this whole charade was planned.
For some reason, you doubted that assumption.
“It’s … I can’t show you here,” he confessed, lowering his head as he turned it to the left and right, giving the medical bay another sweep with his eyes; it was as if he was suddenly your conspirator, Poe carrying and guarding an important secret.
“Where then?” You compelled an eyebrow to stay level, it wanting to raise of its own volition. It was your turn to stare, Poe taking up each of your hands again, regardless of the fact you had just tried to halfheartedly clean them. He placed them gently atop his knees; he held you there, and you dare not move. Then, the man bore directly into you with his hardened gaze, nudging his head toward the exit door.
“Exam room, down the hall. It’s, um – it’s private.”
You gave him a reproving look. “Why were you on Inya Prime in the first place?” you asked, your fingers twitching beneath his. You were caught between wanting to relax and to allow this to happen, or to jerk yourself away for fear of someone getting the wrong idea.
“Reconnaissance,” he replied without missing a beat. You supposed that seemed logical enough, though Inya Prime was a small, boring, terrestrial planet of little to no interest to most.
That explained the civilian clothing, whereas most of the time Poe arrived to you in his bright orange flight suit, standing out like a ray of sunshine among the dark, depressing backdrop of space.
“And how did you get this rash?” you inquired curiously, wondering why it was he could not show you here instead, or just how bad it might be.
“You don’t wanna know,” he stated with a sense of finality, eyes searching yours, as if he was trying to penetrate your thoughts with a Jedi mind trick. You held his gaze a moment longer than expected before quickly standing to your feet; you felt the need to break physical contact, Dameron’s hands warm, rough, and—
“Fine, let’s hurry. There are others who need tending to.” It was the truth, yet you could feel your heartbeat betraying you by thumping loudly in your chest; you were sure that Poe could hear it.
“Right, let’s,” he said, standing. He walked a pace ahead of you then turned back around. He lingered, making sure you were going to follow him before he started out the door.
The man seemed nervous, slicking back a ringlet of dark hair that refused to stay in place. He ambulated somewhat awkwardly around the corner, then waited for you to unlock the examination room with a clearing of his throat. It then occurred to him he was standing in your way; he opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it, moving to one side as you gave him an inquisitive side-eye, using your badge to unlock the facilities.
He nodded, just a small movement of his head, eyes darting forward as if thinking hard on something before he entered the small space. It was fitted with a table for patients to lie on - equipped with a step stool and stirrups - a cabinet filled with various medical supplies, a curtain for dressing and undressing, a scale for taking a patient’s weight, and blood pressure detection equipment, among other things. It had all those items necessary and then some, though depending on your diagnosis, you imagined you might need to prescribe him an antifungal ointment of some kind.
“All right, we’re here,” you offered with a gesture. “Now, show me this rash.”
Poe gave a jittery laugh, answering you with a nervy “heh” as he ran his forefinger along the clean sheets of the table laid out before him as if he was checking it for dust.
“Yeah, about that,” he finally spoke up, walking full circle around the bed-like object before he arrived behind you.
“You see, doc—” he began; you craned your neck, looking over your shoulder at him, wanting to know why you now felt trapped, barred to the only way out as he had sandwiched himself between you and the door. “It’s right here,” he said, placing his open palm against his chest and giving it a tap.
This time you were the one to clear your throat, tossing back your hair as you straightened up to appear more professional, or perhaps dignified, forcing yourself to not think about how you were about to come into contact with, or at least see, Poe Dameron’s bare breast.
All things considered, he was an attractive man. You had thought that the moment you laid eyes on him; the time he had come to you battered and beaten with a black eye and a sprained ankle – he had taken a tumble down the side of a rather steep hill on some backwater, jungle-planet and only made it back to his X-wing thanks to members of Black Squadron. His foot was so badly swollen by the time he reached you, it was a miracle he could walk - or hobble – at all.
A thought occurred to you. “I should wash my hands before we begin,” you declared, moving toward the small sink stationed with a cleaning solution that was meant for disinfection as much as it was for washing away dirt and grim.
Poe looked taken aback momentarily, words caught in his throat as he gave another nod, this one more exaggerated. “Yeah, right, OK,” he shot back, as if for some reason this had been a surprise to him.
You began your task, one hand over the other as you lathered yourself, peeking back at him. “Why don’t you take off your shirt?” you suggested, not able to help the way saying that made you feel, like this was anything more than a clinical procedure.
You could hear the rustle of fabric as Poe began to undo the buttons on his dress shirt, getting the feeling that he was watching you, studying you, bent slightly over the basin in which you were cleansing yourself of his blood. It swirled around the drainage, leading to a reserve tank that purified and recycled what little water was aboard this frigate; you knew that every drop was precious.
Finishing quickly, you refaced him, Dameron’s broad, naked chest staring you straight in the face, though he had not bothered to remove his button up all the way; its two panels were parted and pushed off to opposing sides.
Firm pectorals were spattered with a thin sheen of dark curls, matching the scruff of a beard that had just recently begun to form on his perfectly sculpted cheeks, running its course down to a chiseled jawline. Beneath wisps of black was smooth, golden skin - as if kissed by a main sequence star that orbited some planetary paradise - the happiest of trails leading down and beyond the waistline of his trousers.
You watched, entranced, the rise and fall of his stomach with every breath he took, in and out, slow, and almost deliberately so. You swallowed to remedy the dry sensation in your mouth with what saliva you had available, wondering if your face appeared as red as you felt it must be.
“Right, OK. Rash,” you announced out loud, purposely making an effort to look up and back into his eyes.
Again, he put his hand up, over his heart. “Here,” he repeated, “Right here. You see—”
Poe stepped forward, and you stepped back, each move he made a calculated risk, but one worth taking. “— my … heart,” he said, voice lowering an octave, then promptly continuing, “it… burns, itches, when I can’t … see you,” he emphasized. “And. You. You’re the cure, you’re the—”
He walked another pace forward, looming above you as you found yourself pressing back against the wall of the exam room. “—the only one who can make it better,” he breathily muttered, so close now you could smell the scent of the shampoo he used; it was reminiscent of citrus, but not overpowering.
“W-what—?” You felt you couldn’t believe your ears, your neck lifting back and up as you analyzed his intense facial expression. “Poe, I—”
“Shhh,” he sibilated with a press of his index to your lips. Then, he changed the subject, however momentary. “I lied to you, by the way. There is no rash, I—”
“—Yes, I’ve figured that out,” you interrupted, though your words came out weak, quavering.
“Sometimes, I pretend to be sick or hurt just to come see you. That headache last week?” He gave a short, sharp laugh. “More like … heartache,” he finished, encapsulating your chin between two fingers as his lips met yours.
Your body froze; you were immobile, unable to breathe, unable to speak, and unable to comprehend exactly what was going on. Granted, you may have imagined this moment once or twice – every guy, or girl aboard this vessel you assumed had done so at one point or another. There was more than one reason Dameron was referred to so aptly as “Flyboy,” though you tried not to let that tarnish the present moment.
The only thing you could articulate was a soft moan of acceptance, melting despite yourself against the durasteel partition behind you. Ruddy fingers traveled upward, this time tangling themselves in your hair, palm cupping the back of your head as he gently drew you into a deeper kiss.
“Poe,” you gasped against him, your own hand rising to lightly push against his rock-hard pecs; it was a mistake on your part, this simple act of touching his unclothed chest the catalyst from which your loins stirred. “What—”
“—It,” he murmured, bringing the conversation back around from when he had coaxed you to this place. “—the thing I’ve got it bad for. It’s you,” he conceded, Dameron’s tongue slithering past full lips to gently prod at yours that stood partially agape, ready to accept another kiss.
You easily allowed him entry, that warm, wet muscle dancing in a figure eight, the pattern slow and rhythmic as he lapped at your suddenly hungry mouth. But you would not let lust overtake you, you were a woman of scruples, principles, and a practitioner of medicine; there was a time and place for this sort of thing and now was not it.
“Dameron,” you began again, this time managing to put just enough space between you so that you might think straight, Poe’s eyes immediately overtaking yours with a primal, excitable energy that penetrated you to the depths of your soul. He was so eager, you thought, so attentive, the man hanging, waiting, willing, to hear anything you might have to say.
“I believe you’re concussed, I think it’s best that—”
“I’m fine. Better than fine. Everything’s perfect,” he interjected, pressing his mouth against yours once more.
“—Why?” you blurted out, the question having clawed its way out of your chest. It was common knowledge that the man before you got around, not able to imagine that this meant anything more than an attempt at a quick hook-up.
“Because. I can’t. Stop. Thinking. About you. You.” He spoke your name, a tickle in your ear that sent a tingle of excitement prickling down your spine, leaving goose pimples that were undeniable to the naked eye.
“I can’t explain it. Maybe it doesn’t make any sense; you, me…” he trailed off, the butt of his thumb running over the curvilinear shape of your ear. “I watch you. Sometimes. Not to… sound creepy,” he added quickly, giving a somewhat apologetic look. “… You’re incredible. Calm in the face of danger, in the face of uncertainty. And. You’re not afraid,” he emphasized.
“Besides—” Poe bent down low, brushing his lips across yours, featherlight, causing a feeble mewl to escape before you had the time or the wherewithal to rein it in. “— what if we die. What if this is the only chance I ever get to tell you?”
He was right. What was the use of pondering the future, what could or could not be, based on the assumption that you were going to live another day, or two, or three. With the First Order threatening to undo all the hard work of the New Republic, your lot was on the run, your fierce and beloved leader the only thing keeping this small resistance group together, albeit haphazardly organized.
You feared for the general every waking moment, taking your orders come what may, keeping your head down, the only thing breaking the monotony of your day besides the constant fear of attack or death being this charming, handsome man who now held your attention, and had done so on more than one occasion.
“Kiss me again, then,” you begged, any objection you may have dared to make fleeing irrevocably to leave you open and vulnerable to the onslaught of his affection sans your better judgement.
“Mn, yeah?” he coyly asked, the fingers of his hand, dormant for your short discussion, reactivating to knead the base of your skull as he gently pulled you forward, Dameron once more inserting his crafty tongue into your waiting mouth.
His movements were thoughtful, tongue writhing and contracting in a measured orchestration that seemed rehearsed, yet special to this instant. Each loop was intricate, never so much as to be distracting, Poe’s delicious kiss spurring you to action.
You lifted your hand, allowing your fingers to clutch tufts of his hair. You moaned against him, his arms instinctively tightening around you before he pulled away, gasping for breath.
“Can I touch you?” he bashfully asked, hands smoothing over your back to descend in a downward sweep across your waist and hips. “Please, baby, please say yes. Please, please,” he whined, ardent pecks of his velvet lips only a bonus; you had not planned to turn him away regardless.
“Yes,” you sighed out lasciviously, thinking this entire situation was too good to be true. But why not embrace it for what it was? You deserved admiration, affection, love.
“Thank you,” he expressed with gratitude, as if you had given him his greatest wish, Poe adjusting himself accordingly as he gifted you with another lush, sensual kiss; it was tender and languid, feeling the movement of Dameron’s hand shift from the edge of your hip to the drawstring of your pants.
You were adorned in scrubs, a stark reminder of your station and position, yet you could not help that you were human with needs and urges to be fulfilled. Hell, you hadn’t even known you wanted this until it was happening, though life was anything but predictable - it was sporadic. And if Poe was anything, it was that.
You admired that about him. He had an almost childlike whimsy, taking all things in stride, even his injuries when he acquired them. He cared about others so often and so much he frequently forgot about this own ails. It was a good quality to have in a leader, and although he was often rebuked by his superiors, Dameron was an honorable commander and an even better pilot.
“Keep going,” you implored as you felt your desire building upon itself, pooling in the seat of your belly. Desperately, you wanted him to touch you, Poe inclining his head to one side as he broke apart from your pleading lips.
He made heady eye contact, the way he looked at you both dizzying and intoxicating, the man licking his teeth as he quipped a hushed “Yeah?” alongside the act of his fingers trailing to just below the hem of your waistband. They slipped down, down, two braver than the others as Poe’s index and middle finger disappeared beneath the front of your pants and past the soft, cotton layer of your panties.
Dameron groaned a sound, as if performing a task that was somewhat arduous, yet it was meant to evince appreciation for the soft bed of fluff that greeted him, all prim and trim. His breathing picked up, his probing appendages creeping further inside your undergarments; he whimpered against your throat, feeling welcomed by the warm slick that saturated his thick digits as he parted those soft, pillowy lips that lived between your hips, aligning the underside of his forefinger against the protuberance of your clit.
“Mn, you want this just as much as I do,” he teased, his words husky and sensuous, yet not at all meant to be disrespectful. He was the playful sort; you were glad it translated into other areas of his life, namely intimate moments like these, as it eased the tension you were feeling; the thought you were doing something you should not be doing; something wrong.
“Mhm,” you muttered, the interjection a dulcet susurration upon your partway puckered lips. It quickly devolved into an immodest moan as his thumb joined in, aiding in spreading your folds to allow him ease of access to your shrouded pearl.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged you, his tone coated in sugar sweetness as Poe continued to cheer you on, “you’re so soft, and warm, and— ohhh,” he cut himself short, feeling embarrassed for not only the sizeable boner he was jabbing into your leg, but the fact that if he did not control himself he might very well cum in his pants.
“I—mmn. Admiral Ackbar naked. Admiral Ackbar naked," he intoned at low volume; you proceeded to laugh, though Poe did not, a look of stern determination on his face. Still, that did not stop him from pleasuring you as he gingerly thumbed that little nub betwixt your thighs, concentric circles close-knit and diligently applied as you trembled enticingly in his arms.
“Is this OK?” he rumbled in your ear, his voice a throaty purr that made you pitch ever so slightly forward with the goal of kissing him again.
“Y-yes,” you managed, your body mildly spasming as you sought after his tongue, Dameron ever so subtly picking up speed in the way he massaged your swollen clit. It thrummed beneath his finger; he tested uncharted territory, gradually inserting his index inside you to the top of his second knuckle. You were already so wet there was barely any friction to speak of, Poe once more moaning aloud to impart his satisfaction to whoever was there to listen – you.
“Oh, you feel- you feel, so, so good,” he rattled off, priming that digit to curl just inside and against the anterior wall of your sex; you gasped, though you had known what was coming, you just didn’t know how amazing the sensation would feel until he was already pushing you toward an orgasm.
“Don’t stop,” you entreated anxiously, the pliant underside of his thumb continuing its mission as it stimulated your glandular bundle of nerves; they twitched faintly, pulsating under his proficient hands.
“OK, yes. Yes. Tell me. Tell me what you want, baby,” he affirmed. You were quick to answer.
“Another kiss,” you adjured, Poe indulging you before the words could die on your lips. The passion he brought to your embrace, the delicate way in which he held you, the rhythmic pattern of his tongue inside your mouth – it drove you to a quick release, Dameron sucking the heavy breaths from your lungs as he attempted to engulf you, so zealous was his appetite for your quiet, though rapturous praise.
You briefly closed your eyes to regain your composure, breathing ragged, then gazed upon his face as you struggled to recover. He pulled away to stare at you, the feeling of his forefinger sliding out of your soaked cunt something not to be ignored.
You gasped again, a tiny sound. Poe admired you with a twinkle in his eye. Then, he gravitated forward, bending so close to your ear. “I can do better.”
“What?” you questioned, confused, trying to curtail your panting breaths. The twinkle in his eye was infectious, spreading to his mouth, Poe’s pretty lips outstretching into a broad, mischievous grin.
“Wait,” he stated.
You observed as he bent forward into a crouch, sneaking along the wall toward the automated entry. Staying to its right, he was careful not to trigger its motion sensor, using the nearby keypad to lock it from the inside. This time, you did quirk a brow, Poe lowering the lights manually to off, but not before making sure the shades were closed to the rectangular window that gave you a mundane view into the hall. However, you may as well be seven feet tall in order to see out of it, and there were species that tall aboard this ship.
Overall, you felt stupid for not having done this before, yet everything had occurred so quickly. What if you had been caught by a co-worker, or your boss? You had no idea how to explain being fingered by Poe Dameron in a room that could otherwise be utilized to someone else’s benefit.
Then, the man came forward, standing to his full stature as he joined you where he had left you, haggard and still somewhat discombobulated from what just happened – that’s when he picked you up, bending at the knees to wrap both arms around your waist as he carried you aloft, your entire body remaining upright and vertical.
“Poe! What are you—”
“Shh, shh,” he endeavored to keep you silent, walking around the corner of the examination table to place you gently upon it in a somewhat forced, seated position. He immediately got to work, as he had started with your footwear, taking it upon himself to remove one shoe at a time.
“Are you a screamer, or are you a whiner?” he asked with another cheesy smile etched across his face, “because I don’t mind either, but the screaming may draw attention, and I assume that’s something you don’t want.”
“I-I don’t—”
“-know?” He shook his head as if in disbelief, though somehow not surprised. “Ooh, we’ve gotta set you straight, doc!”
You meant to argue, but with your shoes gone, Poe began to roll down your socks; it was one of the most intimate things you had experienced, watching with rapt attention as he pushed the fabric down bit by bit, replacing it with moist kisses along the top of your foot and up toward your now bare ankle.
“You don’t mind, right?” he asked offhand, Poe repeating the process on the other side; this time he enveloped your big toe, intaking it into his mouth as he teasingly sucked, mimicking a poi fish who wanted to dine on what it perhaps thought was a worm.
You involuntarily squirmed, pushing against the tops of his shoulders. “That tickles!” you declared, Poe gazing up into your eyes as a “pop” resounded upon release.
Then, with that same unapologetically severe, impassioned stare, Dameron rose to half-stand on his knees as his hands found your hips, fingers digging into the loose band at your waist. He pulled, softly but with enthusiasm, hypnotizing, chestnut-colored eyes once more drilling a hole straight down into your core as he tugged one pant leg off, then the other, followed by a move that would rid you of your underwear.
Partially naked, and on top of your own examination table no less, you instead tried to forget what repercussions might follow suit of your actions and leaned down to kiss the man again. He rose higher, forcing you to straighten your neck and back, Poe’s broad hands encasing the breadth of your face within them to hold you so, so carefully as he returned your gesture as naturally as if he was drinking water.
Come to find this was a tactic, the man releasing you after stealing your breath away a second or third time, hands sliding to lightly shove you back by the shoulders as he lay you down. At once he disappeared from your line of sight, leaving you faced with a view of the ceiling directly above your head; you idly wondered if you were both getting too far ahead of yourselves.
“Poe, I don’t think we should be—” You exhaled noisily, words caught as you choked on a breath, your overactive imagination unable to be controlled as you envisioned the intense kiss you had experienced earlier being reenacted between your legs. The man had pinned you by your hips, kissing once, twice, - feverishly - the inguinal groove that connected your abdominal wall to your thigh, not wasting a moment’s time in making your briefly held fantasy come true.
“Hm? Mmmn,” Dameron hummed, his response muffled by your flesh. Your body stiffened before relaxing as he licked your already soaked slit with the flat of his tongue; it effortlessly slipped between the folds of your labia, Poe toying with your clit, running circles until the whole thing delved inside your opening.
The man pulled you forward by your thighs, closer to the edge of the table; you could feel the paper bedsheet sliding beneath you as he lapped at your cunt like it was a second mouth. He moaned into you, his breath hot on your skin, the scruff of his chin chaffing your legs, but you did not once complain.
“What’s that, sweetheart?” he whispered, the tip of that furled muscle retracting to glide upward along your delightfully slick vulva before it once more found the nub that was begging to be touched; it was already so sensitive.
Your chest heaved as a ripple of pleasure quaked through you, Poe beginning to suck the hard bit that was the recurrent object of his focus. At that moment, you felt blessed, belting out a sound that was a cross between elation and ecstasy, the final product being nothing more than a subdued pule from downy lips.
“Oh, fuck,” you crooned, your thighs progressively closing around either side of Poe’s head as you instinctively tried to brace yourself against your coming climax.
“That’s what I thought—ooh, hey,” the pilot protested, not liking one bit the sudden fettering of his movements. He dislodged himself, then pushed down with both his hands, parting your legs again to make sure he had unrestricted access to your cunt.
Then, he had an idea. “That’s not happening again,” he informed you with an impish smirk, Dameron lifting you up by the underside of your ass as he dragged you even closer, this time making use of the equipment made available to him, though this wasn’t exactly a gynecological exam. The scoundrel picked up both your feet, one after the other, making sure each one was secured in turn, having positioned you spread eagle with your shamelessly wet pussy put on full display.
“Ohh, this is beautiful. Perfect. You’re perfect.” The man had stopped to stare at the exquisite view before him, a hungry look overtaking his winsome visage; you had barely lifted your neck, perhaps meaning to address him, before you were forced to expel a mousy squeak following a show of near desperation on his part.
Poe had darted forward. Now hands-free and having situated you in stirrups, Dameron plunged his tongue back inside of you while clasping his fingers behind his back as he liked to imagine himself in binders. He tongue fucked you as your chest expanded and contracted with each euphoric breath, deep and slow, before he redirected all his energy back to your eager bud.
Then, his head joined in, bobbing back and forth as he enthusiastically ate you out like a man starved, consuming his first meal in weeks, months.
Wet sounds invaded your ears, Poe miming a hound lapping water; it only caused your clit to pulse, your right arm lowering for impatient fingers to latch onto his raven locks; you were careful not to disturb the dressings on his forehead even so, not wanting to let your hard work go to waste.
You held him steady; you pulled him closer, thighs trembling, though your legs still remained forced apart with knees jutting out to either side. It was the dirtiest, nastiest you had ever felt, yet at the same time Poe had made you feel alive. Alive, and not just waiting around to die.
You moaned lewdly as you gently bucked your hips, your body convulsing in rapture as his focus was laser sharp, the full expanse of his thick, skillful tongue caressing you softly from the cusp of your vagina to the vertex of your throbbing clit – over, and over, and over again.
The pattern he applied was slow and methodical, Poe’s cock beyond hard as he gently humped thin air. The man himself was groaning, speaking breathlessly against the soft flesh of your mound, even as he continued to dine.
“Baby, you taste so, so sweet. So, so, good. Mm, be a good girl, yeah? Nice and easy for me. Nice and easy…” The pilot’s words trailed off, that gentle lapping turning toward a precise, calculated stroke with just the tip, this being the very thing that drove to you the point of no return; you came again, one hand still buried in Poe’s hair as the other clasped at your breast.
“Mmmn, oh shit, oh fuck, Poe,” you cursed again, your entire being writhing in unbridled bliss as you rode out one of the most intense orgasms in recent history, this only encouraging the pilot to keep at it until you physically had to push his head away, albeit with caution.
Poe looked up at you with those emotive, gorgeous brown eyes, lips glossy with your excess; you panted heavily, looking down on what could only be described as a shit-eating grin. You took a few more moments to recuperate, then made a demand of him that even surprised yourself. “Fuck me, right now, please.”
That cocky smile faded, Dameron staring fixedly at your face. He searched each part of it, as if measuring the seriousness of your words, then sat up fully on his legs before standing completely to gaze down at you, chin glistening and damp, not noticing the red welts spattering the inside of your thighs from where his stubble had left its mark.
“Since you said please, and so, so nicely might I add,” he joked, undoing the holster at his waist with lightning speed as he let his Glie-44 blaster pistol fall to the floor at his feet. You sat up on your elbows, enjoying the show, Poe unzipping and unbuckling his pants and belt with such wild, feral vigor, it was as if they were presently on fire.
“Mn, sweetheart, would you hate me if I said I’ve been dreaming of this?” Poe questioned, though you were unable to get a read on if he was being sincere or just full of hot air. You did not answer him, instead reveling in the desperate way the pilot kicked his boots off, witnessing his undressing between your parted legs.
They felt like jelly, still held up by the stirrups. You smiled salaciously, feeling oddly playful as you began to sway your knees back and forth to emulate the fluttering of butterfly wings; you amused yourself by fondling your overstimulated clit for his pleasure and your own, waiting ever so patiently for him to finish.
It only slowed him down; you almost laughed again, this man proving to be predictable as far as men go, spellbound by the fact you were touching yourself, and in front of him, no less.
Poe let out a laborious, rasping breath, as if his throat might be closing in on itself, pearly whites once more finding rose-colored lips as he chewed timidly on a plump bottom rung. At that same moment his pants fell down to his knees, leaving Dameron in his tight white underwear, his package so hard and compact it looked ready to burst free of its cotton prison.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he professed mostly to himself, yet loud enough for you to hear him. He stumbled forward, releasing himself of the pants that still clung to him with every step, wide, warm hands placing themselves upon your knees, one for one.
“Mn, baby, for me?” he asked in a diffident tone, Poe’s cheeks burning hot as he was drawn in by the sexy spectacle before him. After a moment or two of getting lost in his own thoughts, he scrambled for his aching prick; it felt like it was going to erupt any moment now. Already it had leaked droplets of precum, the tip wet and sticky as it sprang loose.
The pilot began to pump himself as he was glued to the rhythmic stroking of your fingers; you teased him by inserting one within yourself, Poe moaning almost instantly as he came up to you all the way by the edge of the bed, gently batting your hand away. He aligned his dick against your slit, eyes laser focused, then he abruptly stopped what he was doing to lift his head and stare at you.
“You sure? What if-” he hesitated, wanting reassurance.
“I’m protected,” you whispered, at once your feet lifting so that you could wind your legs around Poe’s waist like a serpent coiling about its prey. You squeezed lightly, drawing him in, Poe helping on his end by gently nudging the head of his cock against the lubricious entrance to your vagina.
Dameron shook this time, his body tremulous against you as he sank deeper and deeper into your warm center, guiding it slowly, his girth spreading you open as you gasped, arms overtaking him in addition to your legs; you wanted his chest pressed against yours, beckoning the man to lower himself to the proper height so that you might kiss him, fingers once more gathering in his shaggy mane.
“You f-feel, ohhhh… Like, like. Like clouds,” Dameron stammered, commenting on your plush, tepid walls as he finally bottomed out. He was slow to retract his hips, then slow to press them forward again, “It’s like breaking atmo; that euphoric feeling you get when—”
Poe cut himself off, lips compressing against one another to form a concentrated line. He closed his eyes, his pace deathly drawn-out, tortuously so, each stroke of him inside you sending pinpricks of pleasure throughout your nerve-endings, both from without and within.
It was endearing. Not knowing of all the nuances comprising this pilot’s personality, this one surprised you. Poe had always seemed so high-strung, so exuberant; it was a change of pace to see him take his time on something - you.
With a tilt of your neck, your mouth found his, your tongue slithering between his teeth to taste yourself on him. You sighed fervently, pulling him closer by the meat of your thighs, in turn interring him deeper within yourself.
“I won’t break,” you informed him softly, having pulled away to encourage Dameron to rise above his stupor and fuck you like he meant it. Poe gave a slow, deliberate nod of his head in return, as if trying to find his center and a place of calm before he would be able to continue.
“Right,” he finally said, intaking a sharp inhalation of oxygen as he rocked forward, pitching his hips so that they were flush against yours. He dipped back again, repeating these motions in a syncopated rhythm, and you finding it impossible to keep your mouth from hanging open as he hit his stride.
“Just like that,” you cooed silkily, your breath warm and wispy against his ear. This alone sent Poe to a higher plane, somewhere you were sure you could not reach him, causing Dameron to make a helpless, needy sound.
You felt a warm gush; a spurt of something that was unexpected this early in the game. Poe’s face contorted pleasantly into a look of ecstasy. You watched, fascinated, the pilot coming inside you after only a few pumps. Hell, you didn’t even mind; he had given you yours twice over. You felt a kind of privilege bestowed upon you; the knowledge that your pussy must be made of solid gold. That, or he really did like you.
“Oh fuck, ohh no, shit, I-I’m sorry,” Poe stuttered, his tone indicative of embarrassment. You tried to lighten the mood with a joke, dotting tiny kisses along the corner of his mouth in an attempt to quell his mounting anxiety.
“What was that about setting me straight?” you teased, Poe forced to laugh despite himself as he tried to catch his breath. He shook his head, brawny biceps propping him up just above you, jet-black strands dangling down to brush against your nose as he sighed a dejected sigh.
“You’re just so pretty, and I was excited, you know? I- It’s- It’s been a while,” he clumsily explained, “haven’t had the time to actually masturbate, being in the middle of a war and all—”
You cut him off with a kiss, a forceful press of your lips to his. It was your way of shutting him up, aiming to put a stopper in all of his excuses; it did not matter to you.
“Poe, it’s fine,” you affirmed, cradling the antsy man’s refined jaw in the crook of your palm, “these things happen. I’m not upset. You already got me off twice; that’s more than most men for the entirety of a relationship.”
You had exaggerated that last part for a bit of dramatic flair, this particular white lie having no purpose other than to bolster Poe’s self-esteem and to make him feel better. He smiled at you, a genuine, honest-to-God smile, as if coming to terms with the fact he had no need to worry, and that he might just get a second chance one day, contrary to what he had at first believed.
“So, uh—” he started, lifting gently up and off of you; his cock incrementally eased its way out of you, the remnants of his seed thick and sticky as it flowed freely out and onto the exam table.
He scrunched an eye, as if still ashamed, Poe sucking on his bottom lip to alleviate the mental anguish he was suffering before he sheepishly asked you a question, “Now that we’ve gotten to third base, would you care to visit first?”
You propped yourself up on your forearms, quirking a brow as you rose to sit. He assumed correctly, thinking that you did not take his meaning, Poe following up to explain more succinctly. “Dinner, maybe? Or—”
Sirens began to blare, a red alert sounding all throughout the Anodyne. A voice rang out over the internal comm; Dameron and you were quickly put on edge.
“Attention, all personnel: report to stations. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill.”
Your face fell, as did Poe’s. He gazed at you a moment, ignoring the awful clamor in the background as people began to race throughout the halls just beyond the door. It was as if time stood still, and you were unable to break away from Dameron’s dark gaze. The man, who was so amiable and easygoing, now looked browbeaten and worn, knowing that any minute now he would have to find BB-8 and return to his X-wing when he had wanted nothing more than to relax in your company. Wishful thinking, he mused.
You were the first to move, rushing to get up. You found a towel and cleaned yourself up, collecting your clothes from off the floor; somehow, your tunic had remained intact, though you would hold out for a future time when Poe might touch those parts of you, too. It was hard not to want to imagine him with his soft lips puckered about your nipple as his stocky fingers massaged and revered your breasts.
“Attention: all pilots, return to hangar. Repeat: all capable pilots return to your ships.”
“It was just as well, huh?” he asked solemnly, referring to the abrupt end of your impromptu rendezvous.
“Go,” you commanded, Poe’s stare lingering, amber eyes piercing you with a look that was ironically impenetrable; resolute, yet somehow somber, wistful.
He broke away, finally, and with difficulty, scrambling to adjust his briefs before throwing back on his pants and buttoning his shirt. He hitched his holster around his hips, the boots made to go on last. You observed as he hopped around on one foot, once more finding him to be endearing as you turned to rush toward the refresher, steadfast in your desire to use the sonic, if only for a moment; you needed to rinse off before returning to the med bay, as was your duty.
Poe called out to you by name; you whirled to face him. The man’s fluffy eyebrows were stitched together as he could only stare at you again. Then, he seemed to finally come-to, stepping the few paces forward that separated you.
“I’ll comm you later?” he asked more than stated, the backs of his knuckles running the length of your cheek. You could only nod, leaning up to kiss him one last time.
“Come back in one piece, OK? I don’t want to have to stitch you up again; be careful,” you urged him. He smiled that charming, boyish smile that made your heart race, as radiant as ever; his mood could change so suddenly.
“No promises,” he replied, meaning it in jest, yet you knew there was some truth to it.
You parted ways with the best damn pilot in the galaxy, hope being the only thing left to you both now. Hope that he would never have to step foot back aboard this frigate, but that if he did, it would be for some better reason, and not because he had failed to heed your warning.
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you're upset one night, and you don't know where to go, so you end up at your enemy's house, and as they open the door, you stay silent for a second, before saying (with tears in your eyes) ''i don't know where else to go.'' your enemy doesn't say anything. instead they pull you into their arms, giving you a shoulder to cry on.
- back at it again with another prompt! could i possibly get this one with my other favorite flyboy, poe dameron?
IT'S ALWAYS BELONGED TO YOU
a/n: okay so this has been in my inbox for SO LONG, but i got a huge spark of inspiration and was in the mood to write for poe. so out came whatever this fic is of enemies to lovers meets heated arguments meets well...........the good stuff. i finished this tipsy and half asleep so i don't even know if it makes sense but enjoy my darling!! (yes the title is from will turner). unedited and not beta read so there is most likely mistakes.
summary: injured from a fight at the cantina you seek out someone unexpected.
pairing: poe dameron x fem!reader
word count: 5.5k+ (i guess?!)
warnings: explicit so minors BEGONE, cussing, so much angst, bacta shot (aka involving a needle), pain, arguing, mentions of death, fingering, cum eating, overstimulation (blink and you'll miss it), fluff.
The frigid feeling of the night on your bare skin kept you from staying still and debating on whether or not this was a good idea. Somewhere in the brawl you forgot your jacket hanging on the back of your chair. The same jacket that once belonged to your father. You wanted to go back for it, but you’d been tossed out of the cantina for a reason and re-entering didn’t seem like a feasible option.
With reluctance filling every bone of your body, you made your way through the rain and back towards the camp you’d been tasked with protecting. You weren’t sure why you were put in the same group of people as the man who hated you so thoroughly is hurt at times–but there you were. A part of you wanted to fall into your slightly uncomfortable cot for the night; giving up without another thought.
Only you knew that if you showed up with a split lip and cuts on your knuckles, you’d be reprimanded to Corellia and back. Which left you with only one other option.
Sighing, you tightened your still bleeding hands into fists, trying to ignore the chills that spread rapidly down your spine.
His door looked more threatening than a whole horde of stormtroopers. It was a ridiculous notion to come to, but there you were–unable to simply knock and ask for help. You were hopeless when it came to admitting that you needed it in the first place. Asking someone–let alone the man who loathed your very being–made you realize that you’d rather face those stormtroopers.
What were twenty men with blasters compared to this situation?
A cough wracked your body, sending a searing pain down your side as you practically shivered. It was then you realized the bastard from earlier has most likely snapped a rib or two.
How would you explain this? How could you come back from this?
Nothing was worse than asking someone you considered an enemy for help.
Fighting the urge to tuck your tail between your legs and run, you raised your arm–knocking assuredly on the door. There was absolutely no turning back now. Which is what you were afraid of.
The echo of rain hitting against metal rang in the clearing behind you–reminding you of what you’d have to walk through in order to get home. If he said no, laughed in your face and refused to help, you’d be horrified but you would go. After all, the both of you had treated one another with enough cruelty to make even Leia herself shocked. You weren’t even sure what caused this whole situation in the first place.
Why did you hate each other?
Why did you want to see him hurt and why did he want to do the same to you?
For months you could barely be in the same room together for more than five minutes before you were going at each other’s throats. Yet you were pretty sure if someone asked you what started it all–neither of you would have an answer. It just seemed to materialize out of thin air. The hatred seeping so far into your hearts, you couldn’t find a good enough reason to let go of it.
You vaguely heard him shuffling towards the door, a thump of him hitting something filtering through the metal.
There was still time. You could sprint the other way and forget this whole night ever happened. You’d patched yourself up numerous times before. Why did you need him to do it this time?
You were five seconds away from turning tail and running when the door slid open to reveal a shirtless and sleep deprived Poe Dameron. The slight shock on his face at seeing you was almost laughable. Except you then realized–you couldn’t laugh without doubling over in pain. The surprise quickly slipped from his face, being replaced by a sour look you would recognize anywhere.
“Hi,” you said softly, tucking your hands behind your back to hide the sight of your split open skin. That however didn’t stop his eyes from falling to your bleeding lip. “I know I have no right to ask this–”
“Who did that to you?”
The small tendrils of heat you’d been reaching for began to curl around your chest. Squeezing tightly until you had no choice but to acknowledge that they were there in the first place. Your rib still hurt like hell, yet hearing the slight worry in his voice counteracted that pain.
“Doesn’t matter,” you said quickly.
“That’s not what I asked,” he said–eyes hardening as they fell to the way you were leaning against the wall, placing more weight on your left side than your right.
You’d only ever seen him look this way during the heat of battle. When he was determined to come out victorious–the rage shining through the dark brown of his iris, nearly burning a hole through your chest. He was angry you were hurt. It was a surprise to come to that realization and yet it wasn’t an unwelcome one at that. Shifting your body, you tried to alleviate some of the pain that shot down to your leg–feeling like you might pass out from hypothermia the longer you stood there.
“Some guys in the cantina didn’t want to believe I was with the Resistance,” you huffed, shrugging your shoulders slightly. “They are worse off than I am. Trust me.”
“Where are they?”
A flutter tore through your heart. You’d never felt this way in his presence before. Some part of you knew that you were supposed to have these emotions when it came to Poe, but that was just it. The knowledge that this felt wrong–made it feel so right.
Maybe that’s where the hatred came from. The incessant understanding that this–whatever it was–should not happen. Poe was going to one day be a general and you would remain just the way you were. An engineer who knew their way around a blaster in the midst of battle, but nothing more. So, you shoved down the emotions you were feeling until they settled at the bottom of your stomach–turning your body bitter.
Poe Dameron, no matter how appealing he was to you in this moment, would only ever be the asshole who called you names like slip and rookie.
“Why come here?” he asked, still taking up space in his doorway–keeping you outside.
He wanted an answer and just like when you were asked why you hated him–you couldn’t come up with a good one. Why were you there? Why did you feel the need to come to him? For all you knew he would do a shitty job in patching you up, but that didn’t seem to matter. You knew the answer and you also knew…you didn’t want to say the answer.
“I–I didn’t know where else to go,” you replied, lying through your clenched teeth.
Waiting for him to laugh–tell you to go back to your, too small, cot was worse than the pain now spreading like a fire through your chest. Except he merely stepped to the side, giving you enough space to hobble inside–tears building up in your eyes at the small act of kindness. His hand landed on your arm, dragging it up until your knuckles were directly in his line of sight.
“It’s not that bad,” you blurted out, forcing yourself not to wince when he led you to the small stool placed near what you assumed to be a kitchen.
“Bullshit,” he muttered.
Just that one simple word brought a smile to your face, but you promptly wiped it away as he returned with a bacta kit and a wrap from your waist. You hadn’t even told him that you suspected your ribs were broken. He could simply tell by the way you were holding yourself. Once again that sickeningly sweet warmth shoved its way to the center of your chest, spreading up towards your neck.
He didn’t speak as he cleaned your knuckles. Simply kept his head ducked down–his curls falling against his forehead as he tried to pull out whatever glass might have been there. The alcohol in your veins was gone the second his hand touched yours. The feeling sobering you up quicker than you would have liked. Which meant you now had to sit and try not to stare at his still half bare form; or the way the muscles on his back tightened as he hunched over slightly to get a closer look.
“How many were there?” he asked, breaking the silence.
Again you winced, averting your eyes when he lifted his head. “Four.” The word was mumbled under your breath, and it wasn’t until you felt his hand tighten around your own, did your gaze snap back to his.
“What the fuck slip,” he breathed.
“Look they weren’t–”
“You could have gotten yourself killed,” he snapped.
Rearing back, you tried not to flinch from the pain in your side. “I was perfectly fine on my own.”
“Perfectly fine huh?” He stood when you nodded defiantly. “Then explain why you came to me bleeding.”
“I told you I had nowhere else to go,” you said.
He scoffed, shoving the opposite stool he was on closer to you, and sitting down. “Don’t lie to me.”
“Why?” Now it was his turn to back away. “Why shouldn’t I lie to you? If you haven’t noticed Dameron–we hate each other. I can’t remember a single time you were ever nice to me willingly so give me one good reason why I should even consider telling you the truth.”
“Because–”
“Because why?” you shouted, no longer in control of the emotions that unraveled your very being.
This was inevitable in the end. A fight between foes–when the meaning was far more than either of you could comprehend at a time like this. If you weren’t injured, you’d have tried to shove him away from you. Put as much distance between the both of you as possible, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his, let alone shift your body away far enough to clear your head.
“Because it’s us!” Dropping his head into his hands he rubbed at his eyes, oblivious to the way your mouth dropped open slightly. “It’s us. And yeah we fight, and we try to kill each other, but it’s us. I’d take a fucking bolt from a blaster for you.”
Your breath hitched, eyes watering at the sight of him tearing his own walls down for you. The same person he made everyone think he hated. You must have been stuck in a dream that found its fun in making something like this feel so real. It was twisted how much you longed for it to be real–how you wished you could break down your own walls just as he did.
“Poe–”
“If you don’t think that’s true then you obviously don’t know who pushed you out of the way in the last battle.”
You remember that day. A stormtrooper had gotten the upper hand, and while you were attempting to leap for an abandoned blaster on the floor, he had fired the shot. Someone shoved you of the way, effectively knocking your head against a rock and knocking you out. Except they had saved you from dying. Now–as you watched him run his hands through his hair to appease some of the stress building in his body, you realized how wrong you’d read every situation since then.
The walls holding in every built in emotion you had felt in the last year cracked. Severing your armor in two–allowing him to see a part of you that you closed off to everyone else.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” you breathed, eyes still wide.
He shrugged. “Why didn’t you tell me you took down the TIE fighter that nearly blew me to pieces?”
Freezing in place, you watched his lips tug upwards in a small grin as the truth finally spilled free. You weren’t even supposed to be in an X-Wing, but then you heard the panicked transmission call. They were out-manned, outgunned, and on the verge of being wiped out. So you did the smart thing. You jumped in a ship and attempted to help–saving Dameron halfway through the battle from the very brink of death.
“How did you–”
He leaned closer, invading whatever personal space you had left. “Rose can’t keep a secret to save her life after four glasses of Jet juice.”
“You knew this whole time that I saved you?” Exhaling a shaky breath, you tried to stop your heart from leaping out of your chest. “You knew and you didn’t tell me?”
“I figured you hated me, but not enough to watch me die.”
“Poe Dameron you’re an asshole.” It was said through a weak laugh, the tears spilling down your cheek as you realized how stupid the both of you were.
He smiled, cupping your face and wiping them away with a soft brush of his thumbs. “Right back at you slip.”
Shifting, you managed to lean your forehead against his, eyes shutting for a moment of peace. “Hey, why do you call me that?”
His huff of laughter washed across your face–his thumbs still stroking your cheeks. “Cause you slipped through my fingers when we first met and have been ever since.”
If you didn’t feel the absolute ache in your chest before that moment, you did now. Somehow he’d taken every time you’d burned with anger towards him and flipped it–causing you to burn, ache, long for him the longer you sat there. He was the reason you were still alive; the true reason why you came here for help instead of anywhere else. You wanted to see him–to know that the loathing he felt was just a cover for something he couldn't quite yet describe.
“Poe,” you whispered, placing your hands on his shoulder in order to keep him from moving. “I–” The breath in your lungs stuttered as you tried to get out words that you never realized you felt until tonight.
They were stuck, lodged in your throat as you realized what it would mean for you to finally admit that this was real. You’d have to open up to him–show him all the ugly bits you did your best to ignore, because they were far from perfect. You were far from perfect. Except he didn’t seem to care.
“I know,” he said. “Me too.”
Gripping lightly on his hair you dragged him closer until his lips sealed over yours, effectively stopping your heart. You were nearly positive that he’d stolen every breath you had ever taken and would take in the course of your life, with this one single kiss. Which only made you press against him harder, lips moving in a more swift manner to forget the pain you both put each other through to get here. How stupid were you to think you could make an enemy out of a fated lover.
Licking against his bottom lip, you felt his hand slide from your cheeks down to your waist. Gentle enough to avoid the wounded areas, but firm in the decision he was making. He chose you. He’d always choose you.
The taste of him would leave you inebriated for days to come. Peppermint and something so purely him that you wouldn’t have been able to put into words even if you tried. Somehow that left you wanton, desperate for more. It stuck to your taste buds, shooting lust through your veins. Curling your fingers even further into his hair, you tentatively opened your mouth to him, shivering when he took the initiative to lick slowly–hotly–against your tongue.
You could stay there for hours just doing this. Tasting him for as long as time allotted you to do so. However, fate had a slight difference in opinion, because as you moaned into his mouth, he gripped your side–sending a jarring pain down to the very tips of your toes. Crying out, you yanked him back by his hair; an audible groan tearing from his throat.
“I’m sorry,” you said, letting go instantly. “I just–”
“Where does it hurt?” He bypassed your apology, choosing instead to run his hands lightly over your side until he caught you noticeably flinching.
“It’s–fuck–I swear it’s fine.”
He shook his head, biting back his smile as you attempted to play off the pain that nearly had you collapsing onto the floor. Picking up the bacta kit he began to put it together. Really it would take a few seconds and it would be over with, but the way he glanced at you for permission before lifting the side of your shirt, felt like the act took longer than that. Biting down on your split lip, you ignored the way your body tensed when his warm calloused hands touched your side.
“This might hurt,” he mumbled, still so close that you could feel his breath against your arm.
“I can take it.”
Seeing him attempt to swallow down his smirk had your thighs clenching together. While you certainly hadn’t meant for it to sound that way, you weren’t upset when his mind fell to that conclusion. If you weren’t stuck in one spot, you’d have asked him to do far more than simply kiss you. Which made the entire situation that much more aggravating.
You could only kiss him.
Tensing as the needle punctured your skin, you forced yourself to think of anything other than the situation you were in. You couldn’t look at him–not when he was leaning forward like this, his lips inches away from your arm. Not when you could feel your control wavering, on the verge of snapping in two. Fuck your injuries, you’d heal eventually, but knowing Poe he’d demand that before either of you two did anything–you’d have to heal first.
“Stop fidgeting,” he said, pressing down on your side to keep you from pulling away.
“Just hurry up.”
“I’d be able to if you sat still.”
Grumbling under your breath, you felt him pull away, the clink of the needle hitting the counter coming from behind you. “Is that it?”
“I’m going to have to bandage your waist until we can get you to the medic tomorrow.”
“The bacta won’t…heal my ribs?”
He chuckled, grabbing the bandages he had pulled out from the closet you all had in case of emergency. “No it won’t. Bones are a little more complicated.”
“Well fuck–” Wincing when you shifted back, you saw him pause a foot away from you. “What’s wrong? Not enough bandages?”
Poe stumbled over his words, his eyes dropping to your body before dragging back to your eyes. You felt the tug in your stomach at the sight of him openly admiring you, but you shoved it down. Too prideful to admit that you liked the look on his face and wanted to see it again and again.
“No–uh–I’m going to need you to–well–”
“Spit it out Dameron,” you said, a teasing smile spreading across your lips. “It can’t be that hard.”
The words had their intended effect. His eyes narrowed, hands gripping the bandages tighter as he stared at you without any embarrassment in his eyes. Something shifted in the air around you–nearly sparking a fire that slowly inched its way through your body.
“Take off your shirt.” His clipped tone caused your body to react in such a visceral way you nearly let an incoherent whine slip free.
“What?”
Stepping closer, he began to unravel the bandages. “Unless you want the bandages on top of the fabric.”
“No–I–” If you weren't being watched by him–stuttering underneath his gaze–you would have made a sly comment. No doubt causing yet another argument, but the look in his eyes quickened your pace.
It took you painfully shifting and him helping you–his hands dragging up your sides slow enough to have you shutting your eyes for some reprieve–for you to finally get the shirt off. You were better off simply sitting here rather than feeling him handle you as if you’d break any minute. It was maddening. Yet each time he wound his arms around you to keep the bandage straight, each brush of his hands along your bare skin, sent shivers down your spine.
“Almost done,” he said.
You opened your eyes, peeking at his face and felt your stomach bottom out. His jaw was clenched, eyes staring directly at his hands that didn’t stray from his task. What you thought was merely you overreacting at the loss of touch you’d experienced, was something else entirely. Poe had always been the man to keep perfect control over everything he worked on–a spitting image of the leader he was meant to be. At times you found it annoying, except you never realized how far his need for control went.
“Poe,” you murmured, breaking through his tightly locked mindset and allowing him a moment to pull away.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked.
Shaking your head, you ran your fingers through his curls, pushing them away from his forehead. You never understood the fascination with a man’s hair until this moment. Until he titled his head back–leaning into your touch–as his eyes fluttered shut. The look on his face nearly brought you down to your knees and even as he opened his eyes, you saw the brown nearly swallowed whole by his pupil. He wanted more.
You both did.
“Poe–”
He pulled away, returning to his spot on the stool and tying off the bandage. “You’re injured,” he said. In all honesty you weren’t sure if he was trying to convince you or himself. “I’m not going to be the reason you hurt even more.”
“You won’t hurt me.”
The words felt strange coming from you, knowing everything you went through to get to this point. It was ironic in a way. Except you couldn’t focus on the past–you didn’t want to. Knowing that the thoughts you had weren’t just fickle emotions, brought out new sensations you knew only he could make you feel. Poe Dameron was an addiction you didn’t want to kick. He was the poison in your veins and the antidote on your tongue.
Wincing, you leaned forward to bring his gaze back to you. “You can still kiss me…”
The worry on his face gave way to a smile you’d only seen directed at you a few times. Well–the times you’d actually been looking at him. You didn’t know it yet, but you were the cause of nearly all his smiles; the reason he found himself in a daze–lost in thoughts of you. Without hesitation, he captured your lips with his. The tang of him, already something you missed, once again filled your senses. You couldn’t tell if you wanted to drag him closer or pull away for air, but you decided on the former.
Gasping as one of his hands hesitantly brushed against your bare breast, you nearly fell into his lap. If you weren’t careful the both of you would end up on the floor and that would cause more harm than good. Poe knew that, which is why it only took him a few seconds to switch places with you. Shifting your body until your legs were over his thighs–the heat of his body now pressing firmly against yours.
“Fuck–” you breathed; practically shaking as your nipples brushed against his bare chest.
“My beautiful girl,” he mumbled against your cheek, his lips trailing down to your jaw–nipping lightly at the skin there. “Saved my life.”
The words you intended to say came out as a whine of his name instead when he pressed your hips down against his own. Effectively grinding his cock right against your clothed cunt. Sparks trailed up your spine, giving kindling to the fire that now streaked its way through your veins–causing you to press even closer to him.
Thankfully the bacta shot numbed the pain you were in, but you knew things wouldn’t get farther than this tonight. If there’s one thing you understood–Poe never backed out on his word. He’d kiss you until your head went fuzzy and your heart nearly gave out, but he wouldn’t press you into something that would cause your body pain. Somehow that only made you want him more. Until you were practically dragging yourself against his lap and sucking his tongue into your mouth.
He groaned, his hand grasping at your ass to still your movements. “We can’t–”
“Please,” you breathed; the beg was clear in your voice. “I’ll be good.”
“Fuck baby you’re going to kill me.”
Giggling, you scraped your teeth along his jaw. “You and I both know it takes a lot more than me begging for your cock to kill you.”
“Don’t be so sure about that,” he grunted, his hand reaching for the button of your pants.
The first touch of his fingers sliding through your slick nearly caused you to lose all sense of yourself. A heady moan ripped its way out of your throat as you tucked your face into his neck. Without meaning to, you began to grind against his fingers–positive that you wouldn’t last more than a few minutes from just him exploring. You were desperate for him; aching to feel him fill you entirely.
“Is this cause of me?” he asked, his eyes wide at the feeling of you practically dripping onto his palm.
You nodded, pressing your lips against his. “Yes. Now can you please–please touch me.”
Your heart nearly shattered when he shook his head, pulling his hand from you. This was the sensible thing to do. Wait until you are completely healed to move any further. Only you couldn’t stop the cry of desperation from leaving you. Steadying your breath, you began to shift away from him; certain that the both of you would simply head to bed now.
His hand grasping onto yours is what stopped you from moving.
“What–”
“Show me,” he breathed, dragging your bottom lip into his mouth and letting it go.
“Huh?” Your brain had turned to mush at the idea he was suggesting.
It wasn’t until he clasped your hand over his, having you guide him towards your cunt did you realize exactly what he wanted. Show me. He wanted to know what you wanted. How you liked to be touched; what exactly would get you there to the very edge of climaxing. His eyes were clouded with lust, mouth swollen and spit slicked as he watched the realization dawn on your face.
“Show me,” he urged a second time, biting down on his bottom lip when you finally took the initiative.
A ragged gasp left you when you pressed his fingers lightly to your clit, teaching him the pace that made your toes curl. Already you could feel your orgasm building, the tightening in your stomach growing with every swipe of his calloused fingers against you. Pushing his hand down further, you guided him, moaning when his fingers caught on your entrance. It wouldn’t take you long to hit that peak, his name already a pleaded out moan on your lips, but you needed more than what you could show him.
“I need–” You tilted your head back when he pressed the first finger into you.
“What do you need?” he asked, his other hand cupping the back of your neck to bring your lips back to his. “Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
“I–” He slid another finger into you, smiling briefly as you choked on your words. “I need more. Oh fuck.”
“Yeah?”
You nodded, digging your nails into his shoulder. If you thought you were guiding him on how to give you an orgasm, you were sorely mistaken. Within seconds, you were a mess on his lap as he sped up the pace of his fingers, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit with every movement. Feeling his eyes on you as your mouth dropped open and your eyes fell shut was almost too much.
“Poe!” you cried out when he found the spot along your walls, rubbing his fingers over it with every thrust. “I’m gonna–ah fuck I’m gonna cum.”
“C’mon baby,” he murmured. “Cum on my fingers.”
You didn’t hear the rest of his words, because the coil in your body finally snapped. Shattering your very being in two as he pushed you even higher with his fingers. Above the sounds of your breathing was the audible echo of his fingers plunging in and out of your cunt. The wet squelch enough to have your orgasm prolonging to a point of near pain.
Sobbing out his name, your legs shook as he gradually slowed the pace of his hand until you were reaching down to stop it altogether. Sparks spread up and down your spine, rendering you immobile as you gasped for a full lungful of air.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, the disbelief clear in his voice.
Laughing softly, you pressed your lips against his. “I can’t feel my legs.”
“Good kind or…”
“Definitely the good kind.”
You watched as he sucked his fingers into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you. The sight of his eyes shutting in bliss made your clit throb and you nearly asked him to do it again. Instead, you opted for kissing him–tasting yourself on his tongue–while you waited for the feeling in your legs to return.
Which they did a few minutes later.
“Oh shit,” you muttered, glancing at the digital clock he had attached to the wall.
“What’s wrong?” Sighing, you attempted to get up from his lap only to have him stop you. “What happened?”
“I forgot my jacket at the cantina,” you said.
“You can wear mine.”
The ease in which he said those words reminded you of your feelings. You would choose him again and again, no matter the consequences in the end.
“I’d love to,” you replied, wincing as you stood up. “But it was my dad’s jacket. I can’t lose it.”
Poe got to his feet–his hands settling on your hips to keep you steady. “Wasn’t he a pilot?”
“In the Rebellion. Yeah. I didn’t know you knew that.”
“I always paid attention when you thought I didn’t.”
Smiling, you felt heat begin to creep up the back of your neck, warming your face. “Thanks…for paying attention.”
“Don’t thank me yet slip,” he said, leading you through a few stumbling steps till your legs hit the edge of his bed. “I’ve still got to make you see the Maker once you’re fully healed.”
He laughed when you smacked him on the arm, your body finding the thought incredibly appealing. There was something dangerous about being this in tune with someone you thought you hated once. You weren’t sure it was a good thing or a bad thing yet, but you knew he’d help you find out eventually. So, rather than fight against the feelings that begged to be bricked up and hidden, you gave into something greater.
It took three more sexual jokes, a kiss or two, but soon you were lying together in the bed, his chest pressed against yours. You tucked your head into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent as you drifted off. Happy for once in a very long time.
Feeling the uncomfortable ache return to your side woke you up from your relaxing sleep–causing irritation to rise in your body. Poe slept soundly beside you, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist and head pressed into your neck. Which is why you tried to stay as still as possible. Except you could feel the burn start to come back with full force.
You had to see a medic today. The sooner the better.
Shifting slowly, you managed to turn to your other side–relieving some of the pain. Only to freeze as you caught sight of the brown leather pilot’s jacket hanging off the back of a chair. Blinking, you cleared the sleep from your eyes to make sure you were seeing what you actually thought you were seeing. The same jacket you’d left behind–the very last piece of your father you had–was directly in front of you.
Your breath caught in your throat–the tears welling up in your eyes. Poe had ventured out into the pouring rain in the late hours of the night, all to retrieve your jacket. He knew how important it was to you; understood the significance of the garment you wore proudly each and every day.
Blinking back the tears you felt the last of your walls crumble into pieces around you. Finally exposing your heart to the world that had turned it cold in the first place. Only now, as you felt Poe stir behind you–your eyes still stuck on your jacket–did you know that your heart was eternally protected. Just as he saved your life and healed your wounds, he’d do the same for your heart.
For as long as time allowed.
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oh em gee okay what about "this is a good look for you." + poe dameron, maybe he gives you his jacket (prized possession) cos it's cold or something and then can't stop salivating over you in it 😵💫
requested by @bruisedboys ᰔ
𖥔 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐄'𝐒 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 𖥔
it was rare for you, or anyone, to see poe without his jacket during the day. it was the one thing he always made sure to have with him. well, that and bb8. no matter the weather, or the mission, the deep brown leather was always cradling his shoulders.
and yet, as you stood in poe's room, you couldn't help but eye the materialistic item as it sat before you. draped over the back of a chair, where he had taken it off only moments ago, before disappearing out the door.
it was certainly an upgrade from his last jacket, and there was no denying how good he looked in it. was it heavy? was it warm? did it... smell like poe? these were all things you had wondered before.
looking back at the door there was still no sign of poe, and you weren't sure how long he would take, but there was a tingling feeling in the pit of your tummy that was dying to try it on. surely he wouldn't mind, though, he also didn't need to know.
you decide to bite the temptation and pick it up from it's spot. so long as you put it back exactly where it was, what was the harm in trying it on?
the outside was cool to the touch and it was pretty hefty for a jacket, but poe was strong, so there was no doubt it weighed almost nothing to him. though as you slipped your arms inside and pulled it around yourself, the weight dispersed and it just felt...
...cozy.
the inside was softer than you thought it would be. smooth as it glides across your skin, and the longer you wore it, you realised that it did smell like poe. the faint musk of him invading your senses as you hugged it tighter to yourself.
"and what do we have here?" poe's voice cuts your thoughts and you quickly twirl to see him standing in the doorway. he takes a moment to look you up and down before returning his gaze to yours. "y'know, if you wanted to try it on, all you had to do was ask."
there's a playfulness to his tone and the longer he stares at you, a smirk slowly begins to tug at the corner of his lips. you watch as he kicks the door shut behind him and takes a few steps towards you.
"you aren't mad?" your voice is quiet, not scared, just quiet.
he shakes his head, taking the opportunity to take you in once more as he takes the sides of the jacket in his hands and pulls you closer to him. "no. this is a good look for you. in fact, i might have to get you to start wearing it more often."
"think that can be arranged," you match his grin now and press a slow kiss to his lips.
"oh, i bet."
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I have a feeling Poe loves having his ear lobes sucked and nibbled on.
Ten, Eleven, Twelve [Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader]
Word Count: 4.2k
Warnings: 18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Explicit.
Summary: You hooked up with Poe last night and now you're late to your 10am call time... but you've got time for a few more rounds, right?
You don't wake up with a harsh alarm like most mornings, jolted into consciousness with aggressive buzzing and beeping... no this morning, on this glorious morning, you are roused gradually awake by something like a combination of sunlight through your bunk window and Poe's body heat, working together to warm your internal temperature just slightly too high for your body to comfortably sleep through.
But you don't move. Because Poe is exactly as you saw him last, laying naked, on you and in you- his face tucked lovingly in the crook of your neck. You strain your eyes to get a hint of his sleeping frown. It's not a dissatisfied look he wears, it’s just... relaxed. He looks ten years younger like this, his usual furrowed smoldering brow is smooth and you hope a good dream is playing somewhere in his pretty head. You would turn your head to see more of his pouting slack face but you don't want to wake him.
He's breathing so deeply, so slowly. At the top of each inhale, air catches somewhere in his lovely nose, making the faintest most endearing tiny snore. He's got his arms wrapped up under yours, hands cradling the back of your head under your pillow. You smile to yourself, this is how he usually sleeps by himself in the bottom bunk. On his stomach, arms under his pillow. His stomach expands with each slow breath, pushing into your abdomen, and despite how heavy he is and how warm the morning is getting... despite the ache in your inner thighs at being spread open for an ungodly measure of time, you've never felt more comfortable.
You almost will yourself to fall back asleep.... But the light from your window is blaring on your eyes too vibrantly through your closed lids, and then it hits you- your knifing 10am call time. Judging by the light, that ship has sailed and you're a little miffed as to why no one bothered to come get the two of you. You grumble and shift slightly, now feeling the ache in your arms, in your neck... all over. Maker you haven't been this sore since you were a recruit going through primary training.
You should get up. You really really should. But... ugh, Maker look at him. He's so tired and he took such astounding care of you last night. And all his sleepy self is doing is using your body like a pillow. If no one has come for you, couldn't you just lie here? Would that really be so bad?
Everyone was celebrating last night, maybe the entire base decided to have a lazy hangover day... unlikely. But hey, weirder things have happened on this base.
Fuck the bright light and the kriffing call time, you’re going back to sleep and meeting Poe on the other side of your respective dreams. You’re scrunching your eyes against the light when he "mmmmm"s into your neck and points his toes in a stretch, the action arches his hips into yours where Maker... he's hard in you. How did you not feel that as soon as you woke up? (the ten orgasms might have something to do with that- your latent nerves taking a fucking vacation after all that attention.)
Poe’s embrace tightens on you and he plants a warm sleepy kiss on your neck. His stubble tickles and you squirm a bit, dragging your nails up and down his wide warm back. Maker, did you actually DIE yesterday in battle and go to heaven?
"Morning, Ten." He bites your neck affectionately.
"Oh is that right? Morning, Hoe. I mean, Poe."
"Mmmm, Don't make me tickle you again." His voice is deep and rough and he demonstrates just how serious he is by moving his prickly chin back and forth on the softest part of your neck.
You whine and attempt to push his head and tickling chin away from you, but, Maker, you have zero strength this morning, the muscles in your forearms are protesting your escape attempt. Are your arms sore from gripping the bedsheets all night? Maker, you're going to be useless today.
He presses his hips more presently into yours and your hips rise to chase the sensation at the same time your head is trying to turn away from his hot tickling breath and whatever-the-fuck-o-clock shadow he's got growing on his stupidly handsome face.
"Did I really sleep in you all night, pretty girl?" He's not trying to tickle you anymore, his hips are moving as lazy as the day and his teasing has given way to hot breaths and licking bites on your neck. Much more pleasant.
You're still so sore, but he feels divine, and in a way the slow rubbing of his cock inside you feels like a massage to your overused pussy.
"Maker Dameron," you mmmm and squeeze his plump butt flexing under your fingers as he slowly fucks into you.
"You always this horny in the mornings?"
"mmmhmmm," His teeth scrape along your clavicle, "why do you think I make you go and get caf for me first thing?"
"What?!"
Poe chuckles into your neck before rolling his hips in a particularly deep fashion. Fuck.
"You heard me."
"Are you saying you-"
"Yes, Nine."
"Not every morning?"
He kisses your cheek before putting his forehead on yours, he gently removes his hands from under the pillow and plants them on either side of your head and just nods against your forehead. Maker, those eyes. Beautiful in the sparkling darkness, warm and loving in the midday light.
“Every morning since you moved in.” He punctuates his words with the rolling of his hips, his smile growing wider as the sentence grows longer.
You moan at the uptick in pace.
"Fuck! That's mmmm, that's why you're so happy when I come back with the caf."
"Mmmhmmm" He kisses your parted panting mouth. Maker his lips are so warm. "That, and getting to see your pretty face." He nuzzles his nose against yours and grinds up into you with a deep moan. "Fuck, baby. You'e so wet. Didn't let a bit drip out of you, did I?"
You whine under him as he crushes his lips on yours again. He's not wrong. You can hear how sloppy you are, his demanding hardness gliding easily through the hot molten center of you.
"You gunna come for me again, sweetheart? Hmm?" He's not mocking or goading, his face is earnest and raw and still retains the unbothered brow of his resting expression. Fuck, you love him.
"One condition."
"Anything, baby." he whispers against your lips, hips scooting deeply into you at the most perfect pace as your cunt clenches as best it can with the wrung out feeling you still have in every part of your body.
"mmmm, Poe uhhhhh, y-You're doing the caf runs from now on."
"Deal, baby, deal."
Maker you could've probably bargained anything in that moment and he would have said yes. True to your side of the agreement you bear down on him, your torso shooting up the small distance between you, clinging to every bare piece of him you can reach when you clench and cum on him. Fucking eleven.
Poe’s forehead is on yours again. Eyes clamped shut as he shakes and moans, flexing and spilling inside your already overfilled cunt.
“Oh shit, baby. Ohhh, fuck.”
Theres a sheen of sweat on his prickly upper lip that you taste when he presses his panting lips to yours.
He sinks back onto you, pinning you once again under his comforting weight. Breaths slowing as you kiss his musky, curly scalp.
“Fuck. We gotta open a window or something.” He laughs and blows a cool stream of air onto your sweaty chest.
“That’s nice. Why don’t you do that— open the window? And get us some caf while you’re up.”
“Mmmm, five more minutes.” He’s back to slumping on you and kissing your neck lazily.
As much as you love this, this new thrilling intimacy, you need water and a shower and caf. Desperately need caf. Poe knows how much you need it, you’re sure, but he’s playing with your hair and kissing your shoulder…. maker, is he eversatiated?
“Poe, you gotta get up. Please. And find out what happened to our call time.”
Poe's head shoots up out of its lazy position and he looks to the window and back to you with confusion.
“Its gotta be past midday.”
“Exactly!” You pat his shoulders, “Go. Go see what’s up.”
“Mmmm, but you’re so soft and you feel so good, baby. 5 more minutes. “ He sinks back into you again, resuming his hot lazy attentions to your neck.
“Poe!” You lift your neck slightly, he’s kissing your clavicle and soothing the tops of your arms with his fingertips. He’s making a very compelling argument for staying just where you are, 5-minutes after 5-minutes, and then some. But you really do have to get going. This isn’t your kriffing honeymoon, it’s a war. And being that it is a war, and that Dameron likes to play… you close your teeth gently around the cute little lobe of his frankly adorable ear and give it a soft tug, letting the soft skin slide through your teeth— like a playful puppy. Nothing mean.
Poe mmmmm’s into your neck. “Keep doing that, baby.”
Oh yeah?
You hesitate for a second, and you feel him grow harder once more. Then you lick his ear with a breath of hot air and take the lowest softest portion of it between your teeth and tug again.
“Ohhh, shit, honey.”
He’s not kissing your neck any longer, just breathing heavily as you nibble on his ear. Damn him. Is every morning going to be like this? Missing call times? Never extracting yourselves from each other. Maker, he’s still inside of you which means you’ve been fully one entity for half a fucking day-cycle… you’re not mad at it. Not at all. Not after all the time you’ve spent only nearly together— separated by bunks and clothes and your silly little fears.
His ear is a surprisingly pleasant sensation in your mouth too, and you can’t help but moan and lick at it. He does have cute fucking ears. Maker, everything about him is cute, if you had your way you’d lick and bite every inch of him, no matter the call time.
“Yeah, keep doing that, baby. Fuck. I’m getting hard again.”
“Poe…” you breathe his name into his ear and he, yep, he’s hard again, and rutting into you… again. He lifts the backs of your knees up with his forearms and guides your shins to lock behind him. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, the position this opens you up to, Maker… he’s in deep. He uses his hands behind his back to lock your ankles together because, shit, you’re for sure not able to navigate your own kriffing body right now. And thank the stars that he does, because you have no god damn strength to hug his hips with your thighs or even prop your legs up right now. This way you can still be limp while he rocks into you, in his signature deep style— no hammering, hardly thrusting, just fucking rocking into you, rubbing and pushing perfectly into everything. You can fucking feel how swollen you are down there, how insanely hot and slippery everything has become, the combined spend of your amassed activity is leaking down your crack and pooling underneath your hips. Thin blanket bunched behind you and impossibly wet. Fuck, you wouldn’t be surprised if it was all leaking out the bottom of your mattress and dripping on Poe’s bed at this point. Everything, absolutely everything from your hair to the sheets, to your palm on the damned metal rail you’re gripping on, is damp to downright soaked.
The combined sunlight and your hot bodies and breaths is creating the warmest fucking slick between your abdomens and Poe is just perfectly sliding up and into you in sensational deep strokes. He licks into your shaking mouth, and that same feeling you had last night about not knowing where you ended and he begain— well it’s back. His hand on your hip rubbing loving circles with his thumb, might as well be your own. His tongue writhes hot and strong with yours and, fuck , everything is so fucking slippery. You’re completely in camp Fuck The Calltime when he shifts his thighs closer and sinks even fucking further into the throbbing core of you.
Maker, your internal temperature can’t possibly be sustainable, but your body doesn’t even call out for a cool drink of water like it calls out for more of his heat. You need him, you need him, you need him just like this.
“Fuuuck,” your moan is weak and low, a lament and a joy. Your pussy is sucking him in. Shit, you’re so swollen and sensitive right now you swear you can feel every vein of him, can clock the nearly imperceptible way his cock gets slightly harder inside of you as he approaches his end. Maker can you even call it an “end” when it never fucking ends? He’s just going to keep doing this, rocking into your open wetness, you’re certain. He’s just going to keep going forever, keep you attached together and fuck you till all the fucking fluid leaves your body. Bastard. The thought only makes you hold him tighter. Fuck, he’s sliding on you and in you— so so so good. Maker, you bite his ear again when you cum. He groans low and pushes as deep as he can, pulsing in you, shaking and sweating. Fuck, his abdomen is nearly vibrating with the shakes of it as your pulsing cunt squeezes the cum out of him. Your breath is even hotter than it was a few minutes ago and you’re not sure how that’s possible, but you know it is because you’re breathing into Poe’s ear, his lobe let-free from your bite and the breath stays in front of your face, making you hotter and hotter. You might pass out from heat, and still your body, slut that she is, tilts your hips up by a nearly negligible degree, unwilling to have a single bit of space between you and Poe.
“Oh fuck… what are you doing to me, Dameron.”
Poe kisses your nose, “You mean besides making a total mess of your hair?” He grins at you and rubs his nose against yours, breathing heavy, slick abdomen huffing against yours. He rubs your noses together some more before notching it next to yours and gently kissing you with his sweet lips….and you can fucking tell he’s about to go boneless again on you and ask for another “5 more minutes” before “getting up”. Psssh. If by getting up he means “achieving an erection”, then yeah. A solid 5 minutes is apparently all he needs before he’ll be hard again, and fucking you into the mattress (waterbed) again. Maker, maybe that conversation you heard in the bathroom was meant as a cautionary tale. A fucking ghost story. “Don’t sleep with Commander Hot Ass, he’ll fuck you until you die of dehydration. On some nights around base, some say you can still hear the moaning wails of the women he’s boned to death.”
“Poe. Please. Please get up and get me some water. I feel like I’m about to die.”
Poe pushes up from you and groans when he slips out of you. Maker, what a weird fucking feeling to be empty after all that. He hops down from the bunk with surprising spryness for a man who just nearly fucking killed you with his dick.
“And open the window. Please. Our funk is probably leaking into the kriffing hallway.” You slide your palms down your torso and stars it feels like you just stepped out of the river with how soaked you are.
Poe laughs and hands you your water bottle.
“You think that’s why no one got us for call time? Because they knew we were busy?”
He kisses your forearm before going over to open the window and— oh kriffing hell.
Poe pantsless. Ass on display. Maker bless the galaxy on this glorious day. You’re about to take a sip from your bottle when the sight of his perfect rear-end stops you in your tracks. He slides the window open and the relief is immediate. Fuck. Fresh air. Poe extends his palm to the top of the sill and leans, staring out at the bright day. The view is one of the nicer one’s on base. Some foliage and even a little edge of the river in the background if you look from the right angle. There’s a little walking path nearby but it’s not rec time, so Poe just stands at the window, dick out to the fucking world, ass to you. Maker bless him. You sip on your water and take in the view. Heaven, absolutely. Poe fucked you till you died and now you’re in heaven.
You hardly even registered what he’d just said, your mind lagging understandably at the sight of Poe in all his naked glory.
“Oh, I really kriffing hope not.”
“Ashamed, Eleven? Or should I say, Twelve?” Poe turns his head and winks and you, the cocky bastard. You look around your cot for Bigsby, the attack reptile (plushie), to throw at him, but he’s all the way down on the bottom bunk and so you settle for rolling your eyes at Poe instead. You scoot up further on the bed, goo spilling out of your pussy in a tepid trickle.
“I’m not ashamed. Not at all.” You smile genuinely at him and your heart feels like it’s glowing in your chest when he turns to face you. He’s naked and you’re naked and you’ve never been this naked for this long with anyone before. And somehow you aren’t self conscious. Not even a little. You make no move to cover yourself with the damp sheet as Poe’s eyes softly rake up your body. You turn then, and let your feet dangle off the side of the bunk, letting him see all of you, swinging your toes contentedly, and taking another pull of water. You smack your lips and sigh and hand the bottle to Poe. Who must be fucking thirsty…. although he did drink quite a bit from you last night, so maybe not.
Poe takes the bottle from you and kisses your hand. Then your knees and dangling legs. Maker is he already ready for more?
“Poe… you know what I want?” You say with a teasing seduction, wiggling your toes as he bends to kiss the tops of your feet. He still hasn’t taken a sip of water when he replies.
“Oh yeah baby, I know what you want.” He trails his fingers up and down the backs of your calves.
“Mmmm? What do I want, flyboy?”
He drags his lips up your leg, tossing the water bottle onto his bed. And he kisses you, again… as if you could get enough. And you’re sure he’s going to tease you and tell you “You want lucky thirteen” but he surprises you when he breaks the kiss and nudges his nose against yours.
“You want caf. A tall cup of it. With a splash of sarlacc cream and one scoop of yyeger.” His eyes are crinkled with a smile and stars, he looks so handsome just wearing a smile, it’s fucking absurd.
“And..?” You hint.
“Jogan fruitcake if they have it.” Not exactly what you had in mind, but you do love Jogan fruitcake.
“And?” You continue, placing a kiss on his stubbly jaw.
“And…. Vakiir eggs? Scrambled?” He’s thinking about food. He must be hungry. You laugh against his neck.
“No.”
“What do you want?” He smooths your hair out of your face with his warm palms.
“To find out….” You lead.
“Call time! Yes. On my way.”
Poe snaps his fingers and gives you a quick peck on the lips before he steps off his bunk and starts getting dressed in his clothes from last night. It’s just as well, neither of you should put on clean clothing. You’re filthy.
Before he’s out the door, fully dressed, he steps back onto his bunk and gives you a real kiss. You almost, you nearly fucking almost invite him back up for one more round. But he breaks the kiss with an “I love you.” And yeah you know you’re silly stupid in love, but how can you kriffing not be? You grab him by the cheeks and plant a good one on him before telling him you love him too and, “I’ll love you even more with a caf in my hand, Dameron.”
He finally manages to leave and— maker, should you even be drinking caf at this time of day? You’ll be up all night if you do, it’s that kriffing late in the day. Up all night. Stars. The thought brings a smile to your face this time. It doesn’t mortify you with implication like it did only yesterday.
You take the linens from your bed and put them in the hamper. You’ll have to do laundry today. Not a problem since it seems like you’re completely off for the day. Or maybe you won't do laundry today. You wont need to if you sleep in the bottom bunk with Poe. Wrapped up in his arms and in the smell of his sheets. You'll probably have to rethink the bunkbed situation soon. As cozy as you love to be with Poe, it'd be a lot more practical to have a real adult couple bed. Maker, does he want to do that? Is that too fast? And then you laugh to yourself thinking 'it was too fast' when it took a fucking year to happen.
You’re showered and mostly dressed when Poe gets back with your tall cup of caf and your slice of Jogan cake. You take a sip and it’s perfect. Exactly how you make it yourself. Maybe even a little better, a tad sweeter. You give him a kiss and a thanks… you could get used to this. The thought makes your mouth too stretched out in a smile to properly kiss, and Poe eagerly tells you he discovered the mystery behind the call time.
Apparently Jess came to your bunk to check on you after she got back from the Cantina and heard… well. Something. You’re not sure what she heard. You doubt she told Poe, but the two of you made a lot of sounds last night, so the list of what it could have been is a long one.
You chew on your cake and sip your caf while Poe tells you all about how happy Jess is for you two and how she “knew it all along”. Sure. You shake your head fondly.
“Oh, that brings me to the call time— It was Jess! She got us out of it, figured we would want some 'time together'. ‘New couple stuff’ were her exact words.”
Couple. You and Poe. You nearly choke on a piece of jogan fruit.
“You don’t want to be a couple?” Poe's eyes are heartbreaking behind a casual façade. He picks at his thumb and walks over to the window, assuming the same stance as this morning. Or afternoon. You’re still not sure of the time. “That’s fine by the way, if you just wanted it to be a hookup, I— I get that.” He’s staring intently at the sliver of river and a nice breeze ruffles his sexed-up hair. He still needs a shower, forgoing it to get you caf and answers at your request. He tries to look relaxed, as if he’s just enjoying the breeze. He’s unaware of the way his shoulders flex defensively, in a dead-giveaway.
How? How can he possibly be self conscious? How can he possibly think that you don’t want to be with him? And last night, how could he ever think you’d be put off by him, or whatever the hell weird conclusions he came to… Maker. The most perfect friend, the most perfect teammate, and the most perfect (as it turns out) lover. And he’s self-conscious because he thinks that you don’t want to be a couple?
“Of course I want to be a couple.” You step right next to him, taking his hand in yours. “I wanna be the most obnoxiously couple-y couple that ever coupled.”
Poe's eyes flick to your entwined fingers and then your your face. “Yeah? Wear coordinating outfits and everything?” His toothy smile is absolutely contagious and you laugh a bit at the image. I mean you already both have orange jumpsuits, it wouldn’t be that hard.
“Yes. And be 8 hours late to absolutely everything because of you. Yes. I want it all Poe. Every cringey corny bit.”
He pulls you into a hug and his hands run down your back, stopping at your bum. “Can I call you aggressively sweet nicknames in public? Like, cuddle butt?” He squeezes for good measure and chuckles lowly at your squeal. You bring your hands up to twist in his passion-mussed hair.
“Only if I get to call you… honey booger. Or something— I’ll think of a good one.”
Poe snorts and that and shakes his head. “Deal.”
You kiss him, and his lips are so warm. Another breeze blows through the window and it smells like fresh water and heated greenery.
Poe rubs small circles on your on your lower back with his thumbs. “Mmmm can I kiss you in public?”
“I’d be offended if you didn’t, commander.”
“And talk baby-talk to each other?”
Oh maker, he's in a silly mood. He's not serious. This is his way of asking 'do you really want me?' without asking. And you do. You fucking do. Even if you have to tell him you'd do kriffing baby talk in front of the crew to reassure him.
You gasp. “We weren’t doing that already? Well then, we’d better to do extra baby-talk to make up for lost time.”
Poe laughs loudly, all trace of insecurity gone. He bends his knees slightly and grips you by the waist in the circle of his strong arms, picks you up and twirls you around in a hug. “Maker, we are going to be insufferable.”
You kiss his neck, leaving your lips there on the rough stubble when you say, “So… exactly how we’ve always been?”
“Yeah. I guess things won't change too much.”
#poe dameron x fem!reader#Poe dameron x you#Ozzie tag#Poe Dameron x reader#yes it’s technically a continuation of Nine but it can be read alone!#I just can’t leave these idiots alone
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My Heart Seeks Yours
Poe Dameron x fem! reader
Summary: You and Poe were best friends. You confessed your feelings for him and he rejected you. After running away and spending years apart, you are reunited when he joins the Resistance.
Author's Note: Nothing, really... it's angsty. Actually I lied, there is one warning, and that's the fact that this may never be finished. So it may be an angsty cliffhanger forever, sorry. Also? Bless @its-the-darkest-timeline for liking my question of if this was even wanted- thanks bb
cross-posted on ao3
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Growing up on Yavin 4 with Poe Dameron had made you wild.
Running spice on Kajimi with Poe Dameron had made you reckless.
Working your way up to Colonel in the Resistance without Poe Dameron had made you disciplined. And you had done it all on your own. You had left Poe in the Thieves’ Quarter one night without a word and hadn’t looked back. If your heart yearned for someone you knew you couldn’t have, well, that was nobody’s business.
It had been years since you had seen or even heard about Poe. And frankly, that was fine by you. It didn’t mean you thought about him any less, but one could dream.
Someone cleared their throat and broke you out of your thoughts. You looked up from your datapad to see Lieutenant Connix. “Colonel, the General has requested an audience. There is a new squadron of recruits from the New Republic.”
“Pilots?” you asked her with a sigh.
Kaydel smirked back at you. “Pilots.”
The General looked up from the reports she was focused on when you entered high command.
“Oh, good, I’m glad you’re here. I’m sure the Lieutenant filled you in on the new squadron. I want you to take them under your wing. Particularly their leader. He is rash, but passionate. We could certainly use some passion.”
“Yes, General.”
She sent a soft smile your way. “How many times do I have to tell you to call me Leia, dear?”
“One more time, ma’am.”
Her eyebrows raised, but she continued with another soft smile and a shake of her head. “The commander is a phenomenal pilot. I’ve heard he might even be better than you, Colonel.”
You huffed out a laugh, “We’ll see about that, ma’am.”
She hummed and reached out to pat your arm. “I’m sure you will. He’s the son of Shara Bey.”
Dread settled in your stomach. “Shara Bey? Really.” Your voice cracked in the middle of her name, but Leia didn’t mention it.
“Oh, yes. I’m sure you know she led the defense on Naboo and helped my brother with a Jedi errand before she retired. I think she actually settled on your home planet.”
“Ah, yes ma’am. Yavin 4. I knew Mrs. Dameron before… you know. We were neighbors. She’s who taught me to fly.”
Leia’s eyes lit up. “Then you know Poe already. Sometimes the galaxy feels much smaller than it is, doesn’t it?”
“It certainly can.”
“Well, enjoy this little reunion.” With a wave of her hand, she dismissed you to the flight deck.
Faced with seeing the man who once knew you best, your mind was in a panic. The memories of the night you left had been on a constant loop since Leia had said he was here.
He had come into your room gushing about one of the other runners- the leader’s daughter.
“She’s incredible. She really is. I think I could probably love her.”
Any time Poe would speak to you about Zorii, your stomach tied up in knots, and this time was no exception. You had come to terms that he might mean more to you than friends, but in that moment, you actually felt your heart break.
You plastered on your best smile, even though you knew he’d be able to see right through it.
“Good for you, bud. Do you know how she feels?”
His eyes were narrowed and he gave you a skeptical look. “I know she likes me.”
Your breath caught in your throat but you powered through. You gave his arm a light punch. “How could she not? You’re Poe kriffing Dameron!”
“What’s wrong?”
With your best noncommittal shrug, you got up from your bed that the two of you were sitting on. “Why would something be wrong, Poe?”
“I don’t know, why would something be wrong?”
You scoffed, but refused to turn around and met his eyes. “I don’t know what you’re getting at, Poe.”
Poe was quiet for a moment longer. It made you startle when he put his hand on your shoulder because you hadn’t heard him get up. “You can talk to me about whatever’s going on, Bug. I can help you with whatever it is.”
A sad smile crossed your face, and Poe’s eyes became concerned. “Not with this, bud. You can’t help with this.”
“Bug, come on. You’re worrying me. You know I can fix anything.”
“Well, don’t worry.” You shrugged his hand off your shoulder and still hadn’t met his eyes. “What makes you so sure I even want you to help, Poe? There’s a reason I haven’t told you about it.”
“I- We tell each other everything, though. Are you- are you in some sort of trouble? Is it Zeva?”
“Maker, alive. No, Poe, I am not in any sort of trouble with Zeva or anyone else. I just don’t want to talk about it.”
He ducked his head enough that you were forced to make eye contact with him. “Bug, I’m worried because I care. Please, just talk to me.”
“You care,” you scoffed back at him.
“Of course I care!” Poe was pleading with you, now, his dark eyes vulnerable. “You’ve been my best friend since we were kids.”
He put his hands on your shoulders and dragged you forward so that he could rest his forehead on yours. He stood there quiet for a moment with his eyes closed. “You mean everything to me.”
“You’ll look at me differently, Poe. I know you will. And I never want that to happen,” you whispered back.
A single tear fell down your cheek as he pulled his face away from yours. “Talk to me, sweetheart. Nothing could ever come between the two of us.” He swiped the tear away with his thumb and said your name, your real name, with such tenderness that your resolve broke.
“You aren’t mine… but sometimes I pretend you wish you were. I pretend that you secretly want me, too. I regularly forget that it’s something I’ve made up, that you don’t want me. That you aren’t mine.”
“I don’t-”
“I’m in love with you, Poe,” you said plainly. “I have been since we were kids.” More tears were falling, now, and you were helpless to stop them. “Maker, why do you think I followed you to Kajimi? Do you really think I want to be here? That I want to be a criminal?”
Poe dropped his hands and took a step back. “But I thought-”
“But it’s never me. You never see me.”
“Bug, that’s not- I can’t just- I have to- because Zorii-”
He looked panicked, and you turned so you wouldn’t have to face him anymore.
When Poe still didn’t say anything, your shoulders fell even more. “I think maybe you should leave, Poe,” you whispered.
You heard him take a step forward, and you knew that if you turned around, he’d have a hand out reaching for you. “Can I-”
“Please go.”
“Bug, please.”
Poe’s voice sounded as tortured as you felt, but you just wanted to cry in peace. Maybe his rejection would feel less painful, then. “Poe, please leave.”
You heard his hand drop and he sighed. “Okay.” Your door opened and it was quiet again. “Promise me something?”
And because it was Poe asking, you couldn’t help but oblige. You turned your head so he knew you were listening.
“Promise me the next time I see you, we’ll talk about this. There are… things to say. Things you need to know.”
“Sure, Poe.”
“I’m going to hold you to that. You mean everything to me. That will never change.”
“Okay, Poe.”
The room was quiet for a moment longer and you could feel his eyes on the back of your neck. Only when he closed the door behind him did you collapse in on yourself. You curled yourself into a ball and cried for what felt like a lifetime. When you couldn’t cry anymore, you straightened yourself out and got to work packing the small amount of personal belongings you had brought with you from home. If you were gone come morning, there wouldn’t be anything to talk about.
With another cursory glance around the quarters you tried to pretend were home, you headed into the frigid Kajimi weather to catch a transport shuttle to anywhere.
On the third (or maybe fourth- you don’t remember, now) transport you hopped on to disperse any trail you left behind, you met Snap. He was on his way to reunite with his mother after having been separated from her for a number of years. You didn’t want to speak to anyone, but Snap didn’t care; he did all the talking anyway. He told you about his battle droid, Mister Bones. He told you about how his parents were taken from him, and how he was going to join the rebels with her. Then his voice fell to a hush and he asked if you’d like to come with him
Just like that, you had a new home and a new best friend.
You kept your head down, for the most part, but then you did something equally brave and stupid. You got noticed. You’d noticed an anomaly in a report. And when you looked into it, you noticed it again and again, going back for several months. The closer you looked, the more malicious it seemed.
As quietly as possible, you had requested an audience with the General. Even if it ended up being nothing, you didn’t want to trust anyone else with it.
When the General promoted you all the way to major, she explained it away with a shrug of her shoulders and a “that’s what ousting a First Order spy will get you”. When she promoted you to commander and then to colonel, she only had proud tears shining in her eyes. Leia wasn’t without her moments of mischief, though, and you had a sinking feeling that she’d already known at least some of your history with Shara Bey’s son.
You were just going to have to hope he didn’t recognize you- or better yet, not even remember you.
The flight deck was a mess of bodies when you finally willed yourself down there. Snap had inserted himself somewhere in the chaos- you could hear him, but not see him. When the resistance pilots noticed your presence, it was with immediate attention. You had earned your place and their respect, and they knew it.
There were only a few voices still heard, one of which you knew to be the man you still pined after, all these years later. They caught on to the quiet relatively quickly, and when Snap saw you, he beamed.
It was like time slowed down. He was turning and any moment, your eyes would meet for the first time in years. The building smile froze on his face and his helmet clattered to the floor as soon as he saw who was standing in front of him. The two of you just looked at each other, and you could see the anger settling in his features. The rest of the people on the flight deck were watching the two of you, waiting to see what would happen. You would never put it past him to make a scene, so you opted to address the deck before he could.
You gave the new pilots your name. “I am your colonel. I have earned that rank here, so you will address me as such. The General and I may see fit to disband your current squadron and place you as individuals on other teams. Captains Pava and Wexley are your current commanding officers. We need good pilots, that is irrefutably true. We also need good people. I hope each and every one of you finds your place here,” your eyes roamed the faces in front of you, and you purposely skipped over Poe. “If you need anything, the captains or I can answer any questions you may have, as well as Vice Admiral Holdo.”
“The colonel’s really not as much of a hard-ass as she sounds,” Snap piped up from his spot near the back of the group.
Despite yourself, Snap’s joke had the beginnings of a grin starting on your face. “Thank you for that addition, Captain Wexley.” With a small shake of your head, you straightened yourself back to your rank. “Your training starts at 0500 tomorrow morning. In the meantime, the captains will show you to your new bunks,” you nodded in farewell. “Until tomorrow, everyone. May the Force be with you.”
Again, you refused to meet Poe’s eyes. You’d made it most of the way down the corridor while he called out both your name and his nickname for you, and when you still didn’t stop for him, he yelled out, “Colonel!” Your body stopped and your heart clenched. But you could do this. You were a colonel in the resistance, for maker’s sake. You could face the man you…
You turned toward him jogging to reach you. “How can I help you?”
Poe’s eyes were dark with emotion. “Really? That’s all you have to say to me? You owe me a conversation and you know it.”
“I’m a busy woman, so by all means, say what you need to say.”
“You left. You promised me- but then you just left. I was going to- You deserved to know. But you left me. I didn’t even know you were alive.”
“You could have asked Kes. I’m sure he knew. Our fathers never could keep secrets from each other.”
There were tears gathering in Poe’s eyes, and you made yourself look anywhere but at him so you wouldn’t give away your own heart.
“Why did you leave me behind, Bug?” he whispered.
“I didn’t belong there. We both knew that.”
“If you weren’t happy, you should have told me!” his voice rose in volume until it echoed around the deck. You took a step toward him with your hand raised, trying to get him to keep his tone lowered.
“Oh, yes, and we would have gone home and you would have resented me for taking away your adventure!” you hissed.
Poe’s eyes were sad when you looked back up at him. “I never would have resented you. You meant everything to me,” he shifted on his feet and looked down. “You still do.”
“Maybe so, but I couldn’t stay. And I’m not really sure you wanted me there, either, seeing as you had your budding romance.”
He scoffed and looked away from you, his jaw shifting. “Zorii had nothing to do with anything. If you’d’ve stayed, you would have known that.” He sighed your name and reached for you, like no time had passed between you. You let him hold your hand, his fingers tracing the lines of your palm. His voice was quiet when he spoke again. “Did you ever- did you think of me?”
Your body shuttered out a sob, not able to hold it in anymore, and he continued. “I thought of you- every moment of every day. I prayed to every god I knew of that you were safe. That you were alive. Maker, I died that day, knowing you’d left me. And that I was the reason you’d gone.” His eyes were misty when he looked up from where his fingers still traced your hand. “I’ve missed you. I missed you like my soul was ripped from my body. Like I’ve lost you in every single lifetime. And knowing it was because you didn’t know, because I had never thought to hope. It was torture, Bug.”
When he reached up to brush a tear from your face, another sob tore from you.
“Please,” you whispered. “Please just let me be. I wouldn’t survive a second time.”
Poe’s hand was still holding yours and his eyes were pleading with you to listen and understand him. “There is no pretending. I love you. I loved you then and I love you now. I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I will love you then, too.”
Your breath was coming out in short gasps, unable to find purchase in your lungs. Everything you’d ever desperately dreamed of hearing from him, all the hope you’d ever poured into the unrequited love for your best friend. But you couldn’t do this again. You had snuffed out the hope in yourself, and you wouldn’t let yourself be dragged back in.
So when he asked, with all the love you’d ever hoped to be returned to you shining in his eyes, “do you think you could ever love me again?”, you would never forget the pain, the heartbreak clear as day on his face as you responded. “Of course I could, and I hate myself for it."
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Cornflower - Poe Dameron x Reader
Cornflower (Centaurea cyanus) - Meaning: Hope in love
Summary: Your feelings for Poe come to a head after a night of drinking.
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader
Word Count: 856
Warnings: Angst/Fluff, Alcohol use/slight drunkenness, reader has feminine qualities (wears makeup and a dress) but is otherwise not physically described, use of nicknames (sweetheart, sweetness, starshine), confession of feelings, kissing
Day 18 is for Fluffy endings! Slight angst but ends with fluff.
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“Maker above, Dameron, what will it take for you to ask me out already?”
The cantina was mostly empty by now, and your body was buzzing with the alcohol you’d consumed. You’d gotten all dressed up, styled your hair — kriff, you’d even worn makeup in the hopes that after months and months of flirting Poe Dameron would finally ask you out. Dropping hint after hint that night had frayed your nerves and now that it was just the two of you left in the booth, you had snapped.
Poe’s face looked like you had slapped him, perfect lips parted before setting into a firm line. He scooted back a bit, putting distance between you for the first time all night.
He sighed, long and hard and your stomach clenched.
“Look, sweetheart—” he started.
“Oh, no,” you interrupted, gut falling into your shoes. “Did I misread this? All the flirting, the touches, the lingering glances — it’s all been in my head, right?”
“No!” Poe said as your panic spiked and you looked around you, ready to bolt. “No, sweetness, it’s not all in your head.”
He put his big hands on your shoulders to keep you from running away. The haze of booze made his grip feel heavier than it actually was, the warmth radiating from his hands was insanely comforting.
“But I…I can’t right now,” he said, tone laced with regret.
You tilted your head at him in confusion. “Can’t what, Poe?”
His dark eyes met yours, brow furrowing to convey the seriousness of his position, “Look, my job right now is to hop in an X-wing and blow things up and in case you hadn’t noticed, it’s not the safest of occupations.”
You nodded gravely, knowing how many good pilots hadn’t come back.
“So I can’t get into a relationship right now,” he said, trailing his hand down your arm and taking your hand in his. “Because I can’t be the reason someone like you falls apart in case I don’t make it back.”
Your heart broke for him then. Suddenly, the string of one-night stands and broken hearts left in his wake made sense. All you wanted to do was wrap him in your arms and assure him that you could handle it, you wouldn’t fall apart if he didn’t come back from a mission.
But that would be a lie. Even with him as a friend, you knew you wouldn’t recover if Poe died in the line of duty. Of course, you knew it was a risk every time he got in his X-wing but that was just a fact of life in the Resistance. You had something bigger you were fighting for. Everyone on base was prepared to die for it.
What would it take for Poe to live for it?
With his hand over yours on the table, his thumb absently tracing your knuckles and slowly driving you insane, you couldn’t take it anymore.
You ripped your hand from under his and slid out of the booth, making a mad dash for the door. You didn’t slow down until you were back in your room, and that’s when you let the tears fall. The alcohol in your system wouldn’t allow for you to put this into any kind of perspective tonight, you knew that, so you resolved to just let yourself cry it out and go to bed.
Stripping off your dress and getting into your pajamas was a herculean task, but you managed it. Just as you crawled into bed, you heard a knock at your door.
“Sweetheart?” Poe’s muffled voice came from the other side. “Please let me in.”
You sighed and shuffled over, punching in the door code to see Poe on the other side, looking like he’d aged ten years in the last fifteen minutes. He came in when you stepped aside.
“I’m stupid, okay?” he declared, whipping around to face you when you closed the door and leaned against it. “What I said back there, it…I’m just…”
“Scared?” you supplied. He nodded, adam’s apple bobbing when he swallowed. You giggled at his response. “Poe Dameron, hero of the Resistance, ace pilot and bane of the First Order is afraid of little old me?”
Maybe you were still a little drunk.
But Poe’s incredulous laugh was worth it. You smiled at each other, moving toward each other like there was some gravitational pull between you.
“Yeah, starshine,” he said lowly, “I’m terrified of you.”
His hands landed on your waist and yours sought out the warmth of his broad chest, neither of you looking away from the other. You didn’t stop, leaning up on your toes as he leaned down. Your lips met in the middle, and fireworks exploded behind your eyes. Heat flooded you when he deepened the kiss, his strong hand resting on the side of your neck and his thumb tracing along your jaw.
When the two of you came up for air, he rested his forehead against yours. Breaths mingling, he asked.
“Will you have dinner with me tomorrow night?” he breathed out and you couldn’t resist teasing him.
“I’ll think about it.”
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Orders
Poe Dameron x Fem reader
Requested by: @autismsupermusicalassassin @stevengrants0wife thank you for your request ❤️
Warnings: swearing, Poe gets a little aggressive.
Summary: this is based on The last Jedi, Admiral holdo told Y/n the entire plan of getting to the old resistance base. The Admiral then proceeds to order her not to tell anyone, especially not Poe.
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"S-so so what? Did she tell you if we had a plan?" Poe asked.
Y/n shook her head and crossed her arms. "I told you, she took me onto the bridge to talk about Leia."
Poe gave her a suspicious look, and came closer...
"Are you telling me the truth?"
"Why in the hell would I lie?" With that she got up and left the room.
Poe looked at finn, they both nodded.
"She's definitely hiding something." Finn said.
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Y/n entered the bridge and sat at her station. Holdo looked over at her and started to walk, when y/n held up her hand.
Y/n hated lying to Poe but Holdo gave her an order, and those orders came directly from Leia. Poe trusted her with his life and now she betraying everything their love stands for. They are ment to have each others backs no matter what.
Suddenly Captain Dameron came flying on to the bridge.
"Holdo!" He yelled.
"Fly boy."
Poe pointed at the Admiral..
"Cut it, lady."
Y/n stood up and grabbed his arm...
"Honey, just leave. Don't do what you're about to do."
He ignored her and yelled louder to everyone on the bridge..
"We had a fleet now we're down to one ship and you've told us nothing! Tell us we have a plan! That there's hope!"
"Poe! Please!"
He turned to Y/n and looked her up and down with a confused look.
"She's got you right under her thumb doesn't she?"
"Poe I-"
"When I surved under Leia." Holdo interrupted. "She would say, hope is like the sun if you only believe it when you see it."
Poe looked down..
"You'll never make it through the night."
Y/n held his hand and gently rested her head against his.
"It'll be alright, Poe." She whispered.
Just then a beeping sound was coming from one of the screens and caught his attention.
"Are you fueling up the transports?" He asked.
Holdo looked over at Y/n, then so did Poe...
"You knew about this? That's what you were hiding."
She nodded and looked at her shoes.
Poe ran up to the middle of the bridge and raised his voice for all to hear.
"Those transports are unarmed and unshielded! We abandon this cruiser we're done!" He pointed at the Admiral. "You are not just a coward! You are a traitor!"
Holdo glared, "Get this man off my bridge."
Two security guards grabbed him and hauled him away, Y/n went to fallow but the Admiral grabbed her arm. Y/n pulled away and stormed off the bridge.
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There was a ping at Poe's door, he went over and opened it. Y/n stood there looking ashamed, he shook his head to himself and held his arms out for her.
Tears filled her eyes as he pulled her into a hug, she snuggled her head to his chest and quietly sobbed.
"What the hell are you doing baby?" He asked, sounding defeated. "Working for Holdo?"
He shushed her and gently stroked her hair, kissing the top of her head. Poe pulled her closer and rubbed her back.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked with teary eyes.
"The orders came from Leia."
"But Leia is-"
"They were her last orders to Holdo. The Admiral told me and said not to say anything to anyone."
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"You put her in the most impossible position!" Poe yelled.
Holdo rolled her eyes and leaned against the computer terminal.
"I trusted her with the information!"
"You didn't trust shit! You tried to hurt me by hurting y/n! Well guess what lady! It ain't happening!"
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Y/n and Poe laid in their bed snuggled together looking at the ceiling.
"I'm so sorry, Poe." She whispered.
"It's okay, it'll all turn out right in the end."
THE END ❤️
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listen, the pedro characters and the oscar isaac characters would find you so pretty even when you’re just doing mundane things
like you’ll be laying in bed in a big t-shirt and pajama pants eating a bedtime snack (like a leftover cupcake or something), and he’ll just look at you with stars in his eyes and a small, soft smile.
you’ll look up from your snack and into his eyes, asking him why he was looking at you like that.
“you look so hot baby”, he would say, letting out a big loving sigh as he places his cheek to his palm.
your face is full of surprise for a brief moment before a soft smile is brought to your face as well, and you move your face down to the snack in your hand. you continue smiling as you eat and he lets out another dreamy sigh.
at one point he turns your head towards him, gently brushing a few crumbs off of your lips and then licking those crumbs off his fingers cheekily.
you can decide where this goes ;)
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I'm already back 🧍♀️
Anywaysssss
I was thinking of another Poe dameron fic (he lives rent free in my head)
You're poe's fem!solider best friend and one day you get badly injured after a mission and poe's literally with you for your entire recover. You're cold? He has a blanket. You're hungry? Had a plate of food from the cantina. You're sad? Is in your bed cuddling you. He's helping you with your physical therapy, bringing you everywhere. He literally asked Leia to give him a month's break from his favorite thing ever (besides you) flying just to help recover.
I'm so sorry I'm being a nuisances. 😭
heal
poe dameron x reader
hiii sorry it took so long but here it is I hope you'll enjoy it!!
summary: poe was ready to confess his love for you, but things got in the way. now the best way for him to show you his love is to be by your side while you recover.
warnings: mentions of injuries ofc, angst
tags: f!reader, best friends to lovers <33, love confession, fluff, very self indulgent tbh
word count: 3.4k (phew)
reblogs and feedback are appreciated!!
Poe stepped out of his X-wing, proudly taking off his helmet before glancing at a reflection, making sure his dark brown curls still looked good. He wanted to be sure he looked alright. A shot of confidence had shot through his veins as he came back from a hectic mission, and he wanted to do what he had waited to do for months, what he was eager to tell you for so long. He wanted to confess his love to you now, to let you know how much he cared about you, how much he wanted you to be his and how that ring attached to his chain was meant to belong to you. He was excited, and he wasn't even remotely anxious about it. He knew what he was doing and deep inside of him, he knew you felt the same way, and he couldn't wait to start the rest of his life with you.
He walked through the hangar, helmet under his arm as he looked around. He knew your mission was supposed to end not long before his did, and he was so thrilled to see you again, he didn't even bother to take off his flight suit.
He glanced around and saw two people he knew were in your team. One girl Poe knew was your friend was standing against a wall of the hangar, a hand on her hip and the other on her forehead. She looked troubled. The guy with her looked like he was trying to reassure her, putting a friendly hand to her shoulder. Poe walked to them, feeling sorry he had to interrupt their conversation but in desperate need to know where you were.
"'Scuse me, do you have any idea where Y/N is?" he asked as the two faces turned to him.
The girl sighed slightly, and didn't dare making eye contact with the pilot.
The man stepped in front of Poe and bit his lip in apprehension.
"Uh man..." he sighed scratching his cheek anxiously. "The mission went wrong. They had to bring her back because she got shot." he said pinching his lips, watching the pilot's face slowly decompose.
"What?" Poe asked not quite catching what the other man had just told him. "No no you gotta be kidding me." he huffed turning around, pinching the bridge of his nose in disbelief.
"I'm not man. They admitted her in medbay like twenty minutes ago. She was passed out."
"Shit. Shit shit shit. I need to see her" he panicked, running to the medbay hurriedly.
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Poe arrived in front of the medbay section, panting. He brought his hands to his knees to catch his breath a little and got ready to enter the room before droids stood in his way.
"Sorry, you can't go in." the droid on the right said.
"What?! No. I need to see her!" he exclaimed showing the reinforced door.
"Her state is too unstable for her to receive visitors." the droid on the left said.
He threw a dry chuckle, not believing the situation. "No no you can't deny me the entry" he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. "You don't get it I really need to see her!" he said shouting at the droids, ready to fight them if he really had to.
"Sorry, you can't go in." the other droid repeated.
"Let him in." a wise voice said from behind Poe, making him turn around.
Leia. She quickly sent him a weak smile, and he didn't even take time to smile back as the droids finally stepped aside to let him in. He knew he would thank her endlessly once he could come back to his senses.
Poe ran into the room, slowing down when he saw your unanimated figure in the bed.
A lump started forming in his throat at the sight. He dragged a chair next to your bed, and sat on it, taking your hand in his, gently stroking the back of it as his decomposed face stared at your closed eyes.
"She needs to rest" Leia's voice resonated in the small room.
Poe turned around hurriedly, as if he was forbidden being here, even though she had allowed it.
"What happened?" he asked softly, scared to wake you up.
"She was being reckless, just like you. She jumped on the enemies but got shot." she said with a nod. "In the stomach." Poe opened his mouth to talk again but she anticipated it. "They took the bullet out and stitched her up. She got knocked out, she has a concussion. Her left leg is broken and her right arm is fractured. It will take some time to heal."
"Is she gonna be okay?" the pilot asked, turning back to you. He noticed the bruise on your forehead and the multiple cuts on your face.
"She will be fine but she really needs to rest. We don't know when she will wake up." Poe nodded slowly, swallowing loudly. He brushed the hair away from your face, gently tugging the strands behind your ear. His touch was shallow, as if he was afraid to break you. "Poe... You don't need to wait here. I know how much she matters to you but it might take a while. You'll be the first one informed when she wakes up." she said with a stern look, practically begging him not to worry too much.
Poe shook his head frantically, still looking at you, chasing away the lump in his throat.
"I'm not leaving her side. I'm staying here" he looked back at the princess. "If you like it or not, General."
Leia pinched her lips before throwing a single nod.
"Fine, Commander. But don't forget to take care of yourself too."
The pilot didn't reply, and the princess left the room, taking one last glance at your unconscious figure.
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You opened your eyes with difficulty. You thought it felt like you had been hit on the head before remembering you had actually been hit on the head. Poe was here, next to you, holding your hand. He noticed you were awake and put his hand away. You tried to sit up, wanting to move a little considering that your whole body felt sore.
"Hey hey hey, easy. Slow down." he whispered gently. "How do you feel?" he asked softly, putting a hand to your shoulder to push you down.
"Like I've been shot" you joked with a dry chuckle that made you cough.
Poe panicked at the sight of you coughing, not knowing what to do and where to put his hands.
"Are you thirsty? Do you want water? I'm gonna get you water." he said hurriedly getting up to get you water. He quickly came back, putting the glass in your trembling valid hand. He helped you drink, and you quietly thanked him with a raspy voice. He took your empty glass to put it on the table next to your bed before putting his hand over yours again.
You weakly smiled at him, fiddling with his fingers before intertwining them with yours.
"Poe I... I thought I was gonna die and you weren't even here." you said quietly as a tear rolled down your cheek.
Poe weakly smiled back at you and wiped the tear away from your cheek, making sure to avoid the cuts on your face.
"I know... I know. I was so scared for you." he sighed. "Never do that to me again"
"I'm sorry Poe" you said as you gently moved your fingers with his.
"It's not your fault you got shot" he said weakly smiling at you.
You pinched your lips. "Kinda. I was being reckless"
"Yeah Leia told me you were being just like me." he said smiling widely.
You smiled back at him before looking at him closely and frowning. "How long have you been waiting here? Why are you still in your flight suit?" you questionned him, concerned. You didn't have any idea of what time it was but you were dozy enough to know some time had passed.
"Uh... It's been two hours I think." he said looking around him, looking for any indications of what time it was. "And I had just arrived when I learned you were... Uh- half dead." he said chuckling, tilting his head to the side when he realized that wasn't particularly funny. In reality, it really didn't make him laugh.
"You didn't need to stay for so long" you whispered, losing your voice a little.
"I didn't need to but I wanted to." he said while caressing the back of your hand.
"And what have you been doing for two hours?" you asked, looking around to see if there was any object of distraction. "You just sat there and watched me?"
"Well... Yes. Creepy, isn't it?" he joked, squinting his nose.
"If it's you I don't mind." you said under your breath, looking at him with admiration. You were very touched at the fact that he stayed here for so long just for you. "Poe I-"
You were interrupted by droids coming into the room, now that you were awake and they could finally check on you.
Poe turned to them, knowing he had to leave.
"We will need you to leave, sir."
Poe nodded, standing up from his chair. He bent over you and ran a hand through your hair.
"I'll come back as soon as I can honey" he whispered before gently pressing a kiss to your forehead.
You watched him leave the room, a weird feeling filling your stomach.
Poe sighed as the medbay's door shut behind him, left the area and determinedly walked to Leia's office.
He stormed into the room, not bothered to even wonder if Leia was already busy.
"Can we talk?" he asked sternly, standing in front of the woman's desk.
"Sure. What is it about?" she asked sitting up from her chair, walking in front of her desk to stand against it, arms crossed.
"I will need a break from flying" Poe announced with a single nod. It wasn't a question, it wasn't a request, it was an affirmation.
She slightly opened her mouth in confusion.
"You, Poe Dameron, want to take a break from flying." she said frowning, knowing that flying was his whole life, his reason to live.
"You heard me." the man said with a single nod again.
"Is this about Y/N?" Leia asked raising her eyebrows, most definitely already knowing the answer.
"More or less" Poe said pinching his lips. He blinked once, accepting the truth. "It is entirely about Y/N." Leia nodded slowly, smiling slightly. "I am in love with her"
"I know" the princess cut him off.
"How do you know" the man asked immediately, frowning, almost offended.
Leia threw a chuckle, shaking her head while laughing silently.
"I have never seen something so obvious, so big, and so transparent, Poe." she said smiling at him, patting his shoulder. "Tell her."
"Yeah, well, I was planning on it until I learned the news." the man said crossing his arms, his flight suit still on. "I figured it wasn't the right moment anymore"
The princess nodded, obviously agreeing.
"This will be all about taking time from now on." she said sighing. The pilot nodded, looking at his feet.
"I want to be there for her as much as possible. To help her for her recovery. I need to stay by her side." he declared looking back at the woman.
She nodded once again. "Of course. But we can't lack you forever Poe. We will need you back at some point."
The man nodded back at her, thanked her for everything and ran back to medbay, waiting for the droids to leave, to see you again.
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Every day of every week, Poe was at your bedside.
He still helped the Resistance, without flying as requested, but most of the time, he was with you. When he couldn't see you all day he went before bedtime, telling you about his day and staying there until you fell asleep. He did anything you asked and more. He constantly checked on you, asking you if you needed anything. The man would give you his organs if he could. He read to you as you weren't able to hold a book the first weeks. His voice was so soothing and relaxing, you swore it was one of the best things you had ever experienced. He sometimes talked in funny voices for the different characters just to make you laugh. You hated that your arm had healed so fast, but if you asked him to read to you again, he would do it in a heartbeat.
He took care of changing your bandages on the stomach. You had insisted on it and almost fought with the droids. You didn't know if it was because you trusted him, if it was because he was gentle or because you craved that bit of intimacy. Deep down, you knew which one it was.
You had grown tired of the medbay room. You deeply wished you could see something else than the small room walls but you still couldn't walk properly, and everybody told you you needed to stay in bed to recover faster. But that fantasy had been stuck in your head for a while now.
You had asked Poe to read you a book, but you weren't focused as the idea was growing more and more each second.
"Poe" you said interrupting his voice, making him look up from the book.
"What?" he asked. "Is there anything wrong?" You didn't reply and took the book from his hands, closing it before putting it on the table next to you. "Do you-"
"Get me out of here" you said cutting him off.
He frowned, confused. "What?" he chuckled.
"Can you get me out of here? Help me sneak out a bit. I can't stand this room anymore." you said almost pleading him.
"But it's almost bedtime sweetheart" Poe replied, his face dropping.
"Poe my leg is broken I'm not five." you said rolling your eyes. "Come on I haven't seen a briefing room in sooo long" you whined, tilting your head to the side to try to convince him.
"So the first thing you want to see if I help you get out of here is a briefing room?" he let out a stupid chuckle, amused at the idea that seemed pretty unadventurous to him as he saw the rooms every day.
Not allowing you to respond, he sighed and stood up from the chair besides your bed.
You sat up from the bed and gasped when you felt his left arm tugging behind your knees and his right arm supporting your back, carrying you bridal style. You smiled at the proximity and laced your arms around his neck, and Poe couldn't help but smile slightly at the intimate gesture. You nuzzled his chest, smelling his sweet and soothing scent while he carried you through the corridors. He entered the closest briefing room and made you sit on a desk.
"Thank you" you quietly said clearing your throat when his hands was on your either sides of your arms, making you shiver. He pulled away, nodded and pinched his lips in a smile before looking away awkwardly.
He looked around the room and you stared at him closely, your heart pounding in your chest. You swore it was beating so fast you could almost hear it.
He turned back to you and pointed behind him. "So that's what has been making you dream?"
"Poe come here" you whispered cutting him off, gesturing for him to come closer.
He frowned, confused, and walked to you.
He stood between your legs and you looked up at his face, smiling in adoration. You stared at his deep brown desperate eyes and finally made your mind. He needed to know.
You crossed your valid leg behind his legs and grabbed his hands.
"Poe look I-"
He sighed. "No. No no no you're not doing this" he said cutting you off, hurriedly shaking his head.
You frowned and your smile dropped.
He chuckled lightly and licked his lips in reflexion before looking away again.
"This is not how it was supposed to go" he muttered under his breath while you slowly let go of his hands, not so sure about what you were supposed to do anymore.
"Poe what do you mean?" you asked confused, feeling a lump forming in your throat. You didn't know if you could handle rejection from Poe.
The confusing expression on his face made you fully let go of his hands.
He shook his head once more and winced. The movement had made a few curls fall back onto his forehead, and if the situation hadn't been to tense you knew you would have brushed them away from his face.
"It wasn't supposed to go like this. I know what you're about to do and it wasn't supposed to go that way" he said finally looking back at you, his deep brown eyes piercing right through you.
"Well I'm sorry" you said sighing, your voice trembling when it was your turn to look away from him. You were on the verge of tears, realizing how wrong you were when you thought he could feel the same way.
Your head started spinning and you did your best to repress the tears threatening to come out of your eyes.
"I'm sorry Poe" you said jumping from the desk, standing on your valid leg. "I need to get out of here" you muttered under your breath, shaking your head, determined to go away without his help. Why would he want to help you anyway?
"What?" he panicked, stopping you by putting his hands over your shoulders. "No no no this is not what I meant!" he whisper shouted shaking his head. "Oh Maker I fucked up didn't I" he sighed, putting a hand to his forehead. You frowned, confused, and the lump in your throat changed into something different. "I've been meaning to tell you for so long. This is what I meant when I said it wasn't supposed to go that way" he said nodding.
The expression on your face softened, and you sat back on the desk.
"I wanted to tell you when I came back from my last flying mission. You know... When it all happened. Then it wasn't the right time anymore. But I've been aching to tell you since then and..." he grabbed your hands and fiddled with them nervously. "I'm the one who has to say it. I almost lost you and I was so scared and I can't stand the thought of us being apart. I want to stay by your side and take care of you forever. I just... I want to wake up next to you knowing that I'm the luckiest man in this galaxy." he said sighing, a beaten expression on his face. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but I promise I meant to." he said looking at your hands, his thumbs caressing the back of them.
"Poe sweetheart..." you whispered letting one of your hands go to cup his cheek. "You scared me" you said laughing. "Never do that to me again." you said with a stern look, slightly smirking at him.
He nodded and gave you a weak smile. "I'm sorry" he said closing his eyes.
You framed his face with both of your hands, and his eyes fluttered back open. You pulled his face to yours so your lips could meet, and when it finally did, all the tension that had built earlier was now into this kiss. You were both so hungry for it but it was so sweet at the same time. You couldn't help but bring him closer between your thighs, craving his proximity as you had waited for this moment to happen for so long. Poe bit your bottom lip gently, and you quickly opened your mouth to allow him in. Your right hand shifted from his cheek to his hair, gently tugging on the dark curls, and you moaned in his mouth when his hands trailed up and down your waist, what pulled a slight smirk from his lips against yours.
You both pulled away for air, and he smiled the biggest smile you had ever seen from him.
"We should do that more often" he said smirking down at you, stroking your cheek.
"Way more often" you said smiling back at him, leaning into his touch.
He looked around the room then turned back to you. "I should bring you back to your room before anyone sees us here. Especially Leia" he said smiling lightly, placing his hand on your back. He wouldn't mind Leia coming in, he knew she would be happy to see you together, even if it involved you out of medbay.
Poe was all about taking risks, and he knew that one was the best risk he had ever taken.
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The Scientist Chapter 2
Summary: It's Poe's first day with the Scientist, and after a strange start, Poe's starting to see the Scientist in a very special light
I'm kind of nervous about this chapter, but I hope you all enjoy it! <3
Warnings: smut, masturbation (male), oral, male receiving, Poe loves boobs, pinv smut
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Next part <3
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It was early, earlier than Poe was used too when he woke up. A strange humming noise, akin to a wheel driving down the hallway woke Poe at 4:30, a full hour earlier than usual. Running a hand down his face, he eased himself up onto his elbows, still on his stomach and squinted his eyes towards the door of his room, trying to identify the noise. As he turned over onto his back, he adjusted his necklace, the cool silver chain with the ring rubbing against his neck uncomfortably. Still, he’d never take it off.
Then, the humming noise stopped. Right outside his door to be more precise, causing Poe to jump to alertness. Anything stopping at your door in the dead hours of the morning was never great. Still under the thick fog of sleep, he tilted his head to the side and rubbed his eyes to clear them. He heard the sound of something being jammed into the key pad outside of his bedroom and he fully shot up in his bed, watching the door intently. His heart rate sped up, his hands itching to reach onto the floor where he threw his pants last night to grab his blaster. Then, the door slid open and Poe laid there in his bed, expression still clouded in confusion and a bit of fear.
In his door way, a large pink robot, that looked like CP3O but some how more humanoid stood. It had smooth skin, but had some ridges and very buff looking metal arms. Instead of two legs, it stood on two large wheels. He had never seen this droid before, and wasn’t even sure it was a a droid in the first place. Was that some one in a costume? Was he hallucinating?
The ‘droid’ (because he still wasn’t entirely sure) glided fully into the room but Poe was ultimately speechless. He was certain he would be fine but at the same time, how had he never seen this big ass thing roaming rolling around? It rolled a few more feet into the room, then bent at the hips, it’s arms now dangling over the ground. Then it’s arm extended and it placed a small flat disk on the ground and rolled backwards. The disk lit up and a beam of light shot up. It was a hologram of the Scientist. Squinting, Poe brushed some of his hair out of his eyes. The morning was getting stranger and stranger, but surely there was some explanation coming.
“What is this?” Poe’s voice croaked like a frog as he checked the time. 4:35 AM. He was hoping to get this thing out of his room in time to go back to sleep and maybe get another 30 minutes of much needed rest. Surely if this thing was a droid it could talk at the very least. To his chagrin it simple let out a low, deep, buzz and shook its head (rather slowly) which gave Poe the impression that this thing wasn’t easy to communicate with like BB-8. Sighing, Poe ran his hand down his face and rolled his eyes. The droid pressed a button and the hologram began to move.
“Wait, how do I do this?” She asked in confusion. She was sat at a large glass desk that was covered in cups, papers and cheap food wrappers. Her hair was pinned back with a headband to keep her large curls from dropping into her face. She looked confused, which was ironic to Poe. Head of the Science Department but can’t figure out how to record something. It was funny, and part of him felt it was cute.
“You just talk, I already turned it on babe.” Merca’s voice spoke from behind the recorder. The Scientist made a small ‘o’ with her red lips and her eyes lit up in understanding. Then she slightly nodded with a small smile. Turning her face back towards the recorder, she cleared her throat.
“Oh alright. Uhm…” straightening her clothes, she wiped her mouth like there was something on it. A small teasing laugh escaped Poe. The woman looked so nervous. She was cute, he’d give her that. But then he remembered that she probably created this large, pink monster that had just rolled into her room.
“Good morning Mr. Dameron. Sorry to interrupt you so early, but I realized I never told you what time we start work. Merca and I are already here, so if you could follow Binksy to us, I’ll explain everything to you and what we’ll be doing. Please pardon the interruption. Also, please wear clothing you don’t mind getting dirty. Okay, is that it?” Her eyes drifted back to Merca and one of her fingers coiled a few strands of hair around her finger. In all truth, Poe stopped fully listening when he realized he now had to get up and go to his new job. However, Poe was more focused on the fact that this thing (surely it couldn’t be authorized to be called a droid) was named Binksy.
“Yeah, just gimme a sec-” Merca’s voice cut out as the recording ended and Poe groaned. Who the hell on base starts work this early? She was already up and ready, probably showered, took a shit and ate breakfast already. He doesn’t even get up and start moving until like 5:30 And she was already up? This proving to be a very arduous punishment.
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Following the droid, he was taken to the same floor as last night. It was 4:50 AM now but the bottom floor was buzzing with life. A bunch of people he’d never seen ran around carrying papers, folders, coffee, and more. Poe looked around in awe, his brown eyes drinking in his surroundings. New sounds were heard all around him and in the large rooms with windows there were people doing work at their messy desks and some people working with small animals. In his awe, Poe stopped paying attention. He continued wandering through the maze of people, until he felt a thump connect to his chest. A short man had run straight into him. Normally if you ran into someone, you’d just say sorry and move on with your busy day. However, it seemed like he had interrupted this man on the most important day of his life and he simply could not let it slide.
“You don’t know how to walk through a fucking hallway? Move!” Shoving him with more strength than expected, his gloved hands left a wet spot on Poe’s black t-shirt. Poe blinked in shock, his mouth forming an ‘o’ shape as his brow furrowed. He quickly spun to pursue the man but was stopped by a low beep from Binksy. Turning back, Poe rolled his eyes and continued on his path, avoiding more cranky people. Ironically, many of these people looked exhausted, and some looked half dead and others looked entirely like zombies. Like they had to drag themselves out of their graves to come to work this morning.
Following Binksy, he realized this place was bigger than the dungeon it looked like last night. It fact, it was quite pretty. Plants, animals, charts and more interesting things stood in each room he passed. They passed the room he had seen last night, and there’s was no one in there. Curiosity filled him. If this wasn’t where the Scientist worked, then where was it? Finally they arrived at the end of the large hallway, and there was a large door. He hadn’t seen this last night.
“So…behind here?” He asked Binksy. His previous attempts to talk to the damn thing mostly failed, considering it just made low and deep noises that made him uneasy for some reason. The droid shook its head. Then it entered a code into the key pad and rolled in front of Poe’s line of sight so he couldn’t see the code. Stepping back so he wouldn’t get ran over, Poe rolled his eyes. Like he was interested in breaking and entering into a lab he didn’t even know existed until just now.
The door beeped three times and then slid open. Another door sat at the end of the hall, and this space was different from the calamity that laid just outside. There was also an absence of noise, instead there was the low hum of the fluorescent lights that lay under the white floor.
On his left side, there was a large glass pane showing a neat, well lit office. Inside, Forian wore what seemed to be full colorful padding and was waving around a large stick as he seemingly jumped around and waved his arms, making a whooping noise. Then Poe watched in horror as a large creature slunk out from behind a potted plant. It was no creature Poe had ever seen in all his 32 years of living. Forian slid backwards behind a large cabinet, hiding as the animal slowly came out, hissing. Then it looked straight at Poe, who reached for his blaster but remembered this was one way glass. It had black eyes that peered deeply into Poe’s soul and weirdly red skin, with strange bumps along the spine and black feathers across its body. As Poe stood observing the creature, Forian jumped out, swung down the large stick and knocked the animal on its head. It fell over onto its side and it’s beak opened in what Poe could assume was a horrified squawk. Forian stood over it, beating it until it went still. He stopped, removed his protective gear, put some strange collar on the animal, then grabbed it by a strange talon and threw it into a large cage. The exhausted man plopped down into his seat and then took out a small box, pressed a button and started talking into it. Blinking, Poe slowly turned away.
To his right, there was who he assumed was Merca. Her office was the polar opposite of Forian. It was pitch dark with splotches of neon painted colors across the windows and more. She wore a welding mask and was seemingly doing nothing. She wore large green boots and large yellow gloves. She also wore a very large black coat, more akin to a tarp. She stood perfectly still, with her back to the glass. Poe, feeling creeped out, debated knocking on the glass to see if she was alive, or passed out where she stood. His thoughts were interrupted though, as a slimy substance began to drip from the ceiling and Merca was strapped onto the ceiling in a harness that was helping her crawl across it. Now he struggled to figure out if it wasn’t Merca in the suit, who or what it was, and what was dripping from the ceiling.
Merca had a large flamethrower strapped onto her back and was breathing heavily. Small tendrils from the black goo were moving around, and some of it was splattered across the room. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, Merca dipped her fingers into the black goo and drew a symbol onto her forehead, one onto her left cheek and one one of her right cheek. Slipping on a large metal mask, Poe watched her kick her small frame to the opposite side of the room, the harness helping her fly. She dropped down onto the floor and turned on the flame thrower, melting down the imposter as she sprinted at it. She violently stomped on it and then took off her mask and flame thrower. He watched her throw her head back and flex her arms in front of her, before screeching so loud that he was able to hear it through the glass. Then she ripped off some cloths she had wrapped around her body. Reaching over, she turned on a light, and all the black goo from the ceiling as well as the random notes scribbled all over the wall in bright neon colors were gone. Instead there was a messy office with overturned tables, chairs and cans of energy drinks all over the place. On Merca, there was a deep, black cut across her arm.
Blinking slowly, Poe turned back around. He opted to simply mind his business instead of concerning himself with people who weren’t his boss. Somewhere deep in his brain he giggled, at calling such a small but mighty woman his boss. Poe wasn’t used to calling any other woman that wasn’t Leia his boss.
“...Okay…so…experiments are taking place.” Was all Poe could really muster while he glanced back at the droid. Poe couldn’t help but talk to the thing. He wasn’t used to not talking for this long, considering he never shuts up. But instead, he was in a strange office, clearly with a mad man, a crazy woman and a creepy robot. Judging by the sound and swift beating Forian just gave that bird thing, and the violent mashing he just watch Merca deliver, Poe would rather the robot.
“So…he works with animals, and she does welding?” Another low, deep beeping noise. Holy fuck, where was his boss right now, why was he watching people beat animals close to death, and cauterize themselves while talking to a freaky droid?
“Okay, where’s the Commander?” He had enough of watching pure insanity take place at just, a glance at his watch told him it was only 5:05 in the morning. 5:05 and he watched a woman preform surgery on herself and a man almost kill a freaky bird.
Pointing to a large doorway, the droid rolled towards another door. After pushing another keycode, there was the biggest office he’d seen yet. In the office, sat the scientist while people waved papers around, yelling at her and two people were locked in argument. She sighed, seemingly exhausted. Two manicured fingers pressed to her temple as she pressed her red lips together and rolled her eyes. The droid rolled up once more and then opened the door for Poe. Sliding inside, it seemingly entered sleep mode as the two glowing lights that were lit on its stomach turned off. Poe stepped in to the mature, but slightly messy office. She looked very annoyed from the crowd, the loud arguing and more.
“If you could just listen! We need to start spending less money on helping other departments! We can’t put all of our funds into helping keep repairing different issues from different departments, our budget can’t afford it! The biology section is struggling as it is.” He recognized the man as the one who tossed him out of his way earlier. Taking a deep breath, the woman sighed and sat up straight, clearly trying to keep her patience. Poe felt slightly better knowing this man wasn’t just an annoyance to him, but to the Scientist as well.
“Yes, I am aware. It is not my choice to give our budget to others. But in our last meeting, I told secured you partnership with the head of the medical department. You’re budgets are to be shared, and as far as I am concerned, the biology section is no longer under my jurisdiction related to finances. There is nothing I can do to help you, you have a problem take it up with General Organa. Next.” She waved her hand, her voice no longer soft and timid, instead stern and commanding. The man huffed and skulked off to the side.
“The chemistry section is requesting you to come authorize our next presentation.” A woman with curly orange hair and scar lines on her face spoke to her next. She had purple lipgloss on and handed her a paper. The scientist put on her glasses, as she had a slight pout that made Poe notice how gorgeous she really was. She was focused, and stressed but looked gorgeous none the less. Her energy was commanding and elegant. The way her eyes scanned the paper enticed him, the way her delicate hands and smooth skin ran over the papers on her desk enticed him more. Maybe he was just horny as of late, but something about this woman was drawing him to her.
“I’ll stop by later,” she noticed Poe and her eyes shone in relief, as she took the paper from his hands graciously. He could see why she needed an assistant. Just seeing the madness in the two offices outside of hers caused him great stress, he can’t imagine coming to work and seeing that every morning.
“Everyone, I’d like to introduce you to Poe Dameron. He’ll be my personal assistant until I have a permanent replacement.” She stood from her seat, and walked over to him, put her two hands up like she was showing something on a game show. Poe smiled and waved. His eyes scanned the room and those in the room looked back at him.
“Hi everyone, it’s nice to meet you. I’m glad to be working with you.” Some people recognized him, and others couldn’t care less about him. Before Poe could fully drink in his surroundings, he felt a soft tap on his arm and saw the woman motioning to bend down to his ear. Leaning down to her red painted lips, he smelt the soft scent of cinnamon, marshmallows and vanilla. He also smelt cocoa butter, and whatever she had been using in her hair was making him swoon. How could one woman smell so good? In a totally normal way (he tried to tell himself that) he wanted to hold her and sniff her.
“Can you take these and just remind me about them later?” She asked and he nodded, shaken out of his thought. Her voice was soft, like it was yesterday but she had to stand on the tips of her toes even in her heels to get close enough to his ear. Poe flushed at how close she was to him and she went back to her desk, sitting down and crossing her legs over one another.
“Okay. Whose next?” She asked as two woman raised their hands in unison trying to be picked to go next. A sigh left the her lips. She glanced over to Poe and their eyes made contact.
“It’ll be a long day.” she took a pause and pinched her brows together.
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It was now 11:30 AM and Poe felt so tired. He felt like he got kicked in the neck and run over by a train. His eyes felt heavy, he felt like he had aged at least six years since that morning. After that chaotic meeting, first thing in the morning, he watched the woman promptly doze off at her desk for a few minutes. He thought she was dead at first, but then she jumped up and blew through stacks of paper work. He thought he was busy but looking at her, he wasn’t even sure how the woman was standing.
Six meetings, two observations, a training session, assisting the medical department, a medical consultation and then dinner with some other people to smooth over something called ‘the glue incident’. Then a few personal errands (dress fitting, scheduling doctors appointments, starting laundry) and all of that just to end with another lab experiment with Merca and Forian. Just looking over the schedule made him anxious.
Now she had just finished an early meeting and sat on a bench in the hallway upstairs (seriously, with how often she’s had to run around upstairs, how had he never noticed her?) and looked deflated as she sat outside the meeting room. She was the last to leave, after she had to yell at everyone in the room and even threw out anyone who she didn’t need to speak too. Poe and two other people stood in the hallways listening to her yell words he didn’t even understand. Then he watched the other people scamper out of the room. After the other two standing next to him left as well, he watched her leave float out of the room on wobbly legs. The color was drained from her face, giving her a look like she hadn’t put lotion on that morning and she pressed a hand against the wall before plopping down onto the bench. He couldn’t help but notice her thick thighs press against the bench as she knocked her head back against the wall.
“Hey…4 down, 2 to go!” sitting next to her, Poe tried to cheer her up. She glanced over and lookup at him through her eyelashes, her large irises staring into his. She truly was beautiful. He was studying her face, and his eyes flickered onto her deep red lips. He wanted to know if her lip gloss was cherry flavored of not. She grumbled, shutting her eyes. Long lashes fluttered shut with a heavy sigh and a pang of pity went through his heart. Resolved to at least try and help, Poe walked down the hallways and found a vending machine. He got her a small, iced tea and took it back to her, hoping she would like the salted caramel flavor he had picked. Pressing the cold drink against her neck, he smiled at her as her eyes shot open.
“Thank you…” she said softly, with a small blush warming her cheeks, like she wasn’t used to people doing favors for her. Poe nodded graciously before sitting back down next to her, albeit a bit closer to her than before. She opened the drink and smiled softly. Gratefulness crossed her features. Taking a nice long drink, Poe looked at her intently. Something about her was so graceful and alluring that he couldn’t help himself. A few drops of condensation from the drink dropped onto her neck line and dripped down the curve of her breast. Poe watched intently and nearly broke a sweat. He felt just a bit pathetic.
‘Poe, you’re a grown man.’ He scolded himself. He could feel his blood preparing to rush to his dick and his crossed his legs over one another. He wasn’t even hard, just getting there. Like a slowly inflating balloon.
“Oh that’s cold.” She muttered as she used her hand to wipe the cold water from the depths of her breast. Poe could feel his heart beating in his chest. Holy hell, what was it about something so simple turning him on so easily. Not exactly that, more so just the fact that she didn’t even know what she was doing but was still seducing him so easily.
Then he saw Binsky rolled down the opposite end of the hall way and any thoughts about to beautiful woman before him died. Poe grimaced at the droid and shivered.
“Did you design that thing?” Poe whispered, partly afraid it would heard him and try to take a leg. Looking over, she sat up when she saw the droid approaching before she adjusted her clothing and stood up. He followed, standing up next to her.
“Binksy? Of course I did, he’s my baby.” She cooed affectionately as Binksy rolled up to them and she stood on top of his stopped wheel and kissed its cheek, leaving a glossy stain. Her nails held his face. Poe shivered, part of him was jealous that the freaky robot got a kiss.
“I put my blood, sweat and tears into him. Six years to be exact.” A prideful grin graced her angelic featured. She planted another kiss on the opposit cheek and glanced down at him. Jumping down and taking a few adjusting steps, she waited for Binksy to announce why he rolled himself out of her office.
“Message from Merca.” The robot then handed the scientist a letter. She took it after thanking Binksy and stepped down. Her eyes scanned over the letter. Her brows furrowed and her eyes quickly reread the lines, and darted almost everywhere. Poe raised an eyebrow himself, now curious to see what exactly she was seeing. Suddenly she threw her arms up in anger, a sigh leaving her lips.
“We have to go make a new fucking X-Wing?!” She asked in anger, her nails pressing into the page. Binksy nodded.
“An X-Wing was decimated yesterday afternoon. We are now short one, General Organa has made it known we need to create parts for an engine and have them passed to the mechanical department. From there they will begin the reconstruc-” The droid stopped, seeing his creators hand held up and her other hand pinching her eyebrows.
“Thank you Binksy, please tell Merca I’ll be there as soon as possible.” After rather aggressively handing the robot his letter and sending him away. Seeing how angry she was made Poe nervous, but also confused. He didn’t realize it would be the science department rebuilding the inner parts of his X-Wing. He didn’t realize it and now he’ll have to help fix it and he felt angry at himself for adding onto his work.
“I swear, it’s like people don’t realize when they fuck shit up I have to fix it! There’s a whole floor in here that no one notices until they need something fixed or the AC stops working or something.” She ranted to Poe as he watched her start to pace back and forth. It was a bit funny hearing her rant all angry when she still sounded so cute. Still though, his brain started to wander. She is responsible for making x-wings? That means he’s responsible for making x-wings now.
“...I had no idea you were the one making X-Wings.” Poe admitted, while also nervous she’d realize it was his X-Wing she had to build. No realization was visible and Poe fought back a relived sigh.
“Well, not all of them! But I still have to oversee these things, help with test runs, all that shit. If I don’t then you, and all your friends will explode before we can even get close to the enemy.” She let out a deep sigh.
“Seriously, who did you think makes your power generators? Those things don’t just come from thin air.” She mumbled and he nodded. He suddenly felt guilty for all the times he blew a fuse in his engine, even the times when it wasn’t his fault. She let out a long, heavy, depressed sigh and moved her hands in front of her stomach in a calming motion. Then again, her angry face was sex. She looked vicious in a way that turned Poe on. A lot.
“Why don’t you take lunch? Just meet me in my office in an hour.” She suggested to him him softly as she folded her arms over her chest and put her drink down. The way she was looking at him was making Poe crave her for lunch. He could feel his pants start to swell and could only hope she didn’t notice. His throat was dry for some reason. Clearing his throat he coughed a bit.
“Okay.” He smiled nodded and scampered off to relive himself of his special ‘issue’.
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Poe entered his room with haste and removed his jacket. Plopping down on his couch, his brain started to wander through the day. From seeing her this morning when his brain convinced him she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, to a few minutes ago drops of water cascaded down the valley of her breast. Beautiful. That was the first word that came to his mind as he tried to describe her. Beautiful and brilliant. A full day of following her around and watching her put her mind to work. Getting up, he walked to the bathroom, planing to just wash his hands and find something to eat. As he entered the bathroom, he saw his red towel and got a flash back.
Her red lips flooded his mind and part of him wondered if they would stain his lips with kisses. The heat in his stomach started to grow and his hands wandered to his belt to unbuckle his pants. He wondered what type of bras she wore. Surely, she knew how stunning she was. Maybe she wore lacy bras and underwear. He pictured it, the curves of her skin being enunciated by deep blue lace or maybe a sexy black. Well. Maybe he didn’t need lunch immediately.
He reached over and pumped some lotion into his palm as his brain began to create a scenario.
He’d come down into her office, as began to message the lotion over his hard length. She would be down there, obviously. Stressed out and tired as always, and maybe she’d be laying back in her desk chair. A dark skirt with black stockings, from that first night he met her, with a button up shirt. She would get up and see him, and greet him with her beautiful voice. Maybe he’d approach her slowly and would stand over her. Then she’d touch him. She’d reach up and start massaging his hardened dick through his slacks much to his surprise. He moved his hand slightly faster, massaging his thumb over the sensitive tip of his cock. He could picture her pushing him onto the couch and then crawling on top of him.
Confessing that she was attracted to him, unbuttoning his pants and planting kisses on his v-line. His hips would jump from the sensitivity and she would pull his pants down slowly, the fabric rubbing him would be tortuous. Maybe she’d put her knowledge of the human body to use and move his boxers up and down teasingly, precum leaking from the tip.
“Shit…” He muttered in both the real world and his fantasy. Slowly, she unbuttoned her top and shyly revealed a dark purple lace bra, that had to hold her boobs that were in his eyes the definition of perfection. He felt like she’d wear a front clasped bra. Two mounds that he couldn’t wait to run his tongue over a bite into. He wanted to leave marks all over her breast, leaving her whimpering beneath him. She asked him if he liked what he was seeing and he would nod eagerly. Then she’d kiss the tip and run her tongue over it. Then she’d take his whole dick in her mouth shyly, and glance up at him through her lashes. She’d gag a bit when he hits the back of her throat and he’d lightly grip her curly hair. Guiding her to bob her head up and down slowly.
Poe felt like he could actually feel her mouth wrapped around him. Granted he always had a vivid imagination, this was incredible even for him. His left arm moved faster and he started to buck his hips into his hand. Grabbing the edge of his shirt, he shoved it into his mouth, his moans were getting louder. He felt that familiar pressure building in his stomach and was just imagining guiding her to put her tits in his face.
In his mind, he had torn through her stockings and unbuckled her bra, freeing her chest. He took one of her brown nipples into his mouth and gently bit down as she let out a shocked moan. He’d take both of his hands and guide her hips down, so her soft silk panties would rub across his dick. He could feel her ridding him while he sucked on her perfect boobs. His muscular arms commanded her body to move up and down. The moans she was letting out were driving him closer to the edge. Finally, it happened. She raised her hips, moving her underwear to the side and then sliding down onto his cock.
The warm, wet, feeling enveloped him as she let out soft whimpers. Poe had started sucking on her neck, leaving hickeys across her neck. She chanted his named like a prayer for mercy as he moved her body and slammed his hips up into her. Pulling her into a searing kiss, he exploded inside of her. His hips stuttered into his palm and he came hard, feeling a head rush. He had shot all over his stomach and he kept massaging his softening length, his head thrown back while he pressed against the sink.
When he came down, he let out a soft sigh and ran his right hand through his hair. His thoughts kept wandering to the sexy scientist, who he just jerked off too and was gonna have to meet in 45 minutes. This was going to be a very long and hard punishment.
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pairing: Poe Dameron x pregnant! reader
warnings: unprotected sex, p in v, mentions of canon level violence
word count: 3,000
summary: Poe doesn't return from a supply run on time, sending you down a spiral of worries about your newly forming family.
A/N: I haven't written for Star Wars before but Moon Knight had me in an Oscar Isaac chokehold so I watched Star Wars again and here we are. (I honestly don't know a lot of specific details for Star Wars lore, so apologies)
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Poe climbed out of his X-Wing. He was meant to be home two days ago, but his ship had broken down and he had to fix it. With the ship broken he hadn’t been able to communicate with anyone either. Finn greeted him with a hug as Poe began walking towards the rest of the base.
“Where have you been? Are you alright?” Finn asked.
“I’m alright. My ship broke down. Took me a few days to repair it. The communicators broke too, and I don’t know how to fix those,” Poe explained. “You want to go grab a drink?” Poe asked. He wanted to relax after spending the last two days sweating in the gears of his ship. Finn shook his head.
“You should go home. See y/n,” Finn suggested.
“I will, but I don’t want to wake her at this time of night. She needs her rest,” Poe said.
“I’d guess she isn’t asleep,” Finn replied. Poe raised an eyebrow. “She’s been going crazy not knowing where you’ve been. She spent the last two days sitting in the hangar waiting for you. I had to drag her back to your place yesterday to get her to go to sleep,” Finn told Poe. Poe’s heart sank. He hated to make you worry. He knew that it was pointless to tell you not to. He was a pilot fighting in a war. You were bound to worry, but he never wanted to make it harder on you.
“Is she back in my quarters now?” Poe asked. Finn nodded.
“Leia’s giving you the day off tomorrow to take care of her,” Finn added. Poe sighed.
“That bad?” He asked. Finn nodded.
“I’m sure she’ll tell you how worried she’s been, but we’ve all been worried about her too,” Finn said. Poe smiled at his friend’s kindness. He loved that his friends–his family really–were so fond of you.
“Thanks, Finn,” Poe replied. He gave his friend one last hug before heading off to his quarters to find you.
Finn was right. You weren’t asleep. You were curled up in a ball on Poe’s side of the bed, crying quietly as you held tightly onto his favorite sweater, the one you were always stealing from him because it smelled like him. You didn’t hear the main door slide open and you never had the bedroom door closed, so Poe got in without you noticing. Poe sighed softly when he saw you. He was glad to see you, as he always was, but he hated to see you like this, especially when it was his fault.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Poe called. You sat up at once and nearly broke your neck turning to look at the door.
“Poe!” You exclaimed. You began scrambling to get out of bed, but Poe was sitting on the edge of the bed next to you already. You threw your arms around him and buried your face in his neck.
“I’m here, baby,” Poe whispered as you cried into his neck. He had his arms around you and was rubbing your back soothingly.
“I thought you were dead!” You cried.
“I know, baby. I know. I’m so sorry. My ship broke down. Nothing happened to me, I promise. I’m okay,” Poe replied. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head. Your sobs subsided after a few minutes of Poe whispering apologies and sweet nothings into your hair. You pulled away from his neck finally and Poe was able to get a good look at you. Your face was stained with tears and there were dark circles under your eyes from lack of sleep, but Poe still thought you looked beautiful. He kissed you, his lips soft and warm against yours.
“How’s my other girl doing?” Poe asked, reaching down to your stomach. You were just over four months pregnant, and your stomach had just begun to grow more round. Technically you shouldn’t have been living on base anymore but being Commander Dameron’s wife granted you some special treatment from General Organa. Leia knew how much you meant to Poe and she didn’t have the heart to make you leave. Poe loved you and he was her favorite commander. She remembered her life with Ben and Han before things had gone wrong. She wanted that for Poe.
“She’s okay. She’s been keeping my appetite up,” you said as Poe rubbed your belly gently. He smiled.
“Our daughter. Already taking care of her mother,” Poe said more to himself than you. You smiled, but Poe could see tears welling in your eyes.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“Nothing, just missed you,” you lied as you tried to blink away the tears.
“Sweetheart, I know you,” Poe said. You looked down at your hands. Poe kicked his shoes off and shifted so that he could pull you into his lap. He reached up and pushed some hair from your eyes before running his fingers along your cheek. “Just tell me.”
“I’m just scared, Poe,” you whispered. “What if you hadn’t come home this time? I don’t think I can take care of her alone.” You put your hand over your stomach. Poe leaned forward and kissed your forehead.
“Nothing is going to happen to me. I’m out there for her now, not just you. I know she’s going to need a father, and I promise she’ll have one,” Poe told you.
“Poe, you don’t kn–” you started to protest, to tell him that he didn’t know he’d come back and that war was unpredictable, but Poe kept talking over you.
“And, even if something does happen, I have arrangements made with Leia, Finn, and Rey already. They’ve promised to take care of the two of you for me if something happens.”
“You asked the General of the Resistance to help look after your wife and daughter if you died?” You questioned incredulously. You knew Poe and Leia were close, but it seemed like a job that was beneath such an important woman.
“Actually I just asked Rey. Finn was there when I asked her and he volunteered and then Leia found out and she got mad that I didn’t ask her first,” Poe said. You chuckled. Poe smiled softly, but his eyes were full of concern.
“I’m always going to be here for you though, baby. I don’t fly the way I used to anymore. I have something more important than any war to come home to now,” Poe said as he ran his thumb along your cheekbone, taking your face in his hand. A small smile spread across your lips. He hadn’t told you that he had changed the way he was flying. You had seen him in action before and you knew he was a risk taker. It pleased you to think that he was trying to be more safe now.
“I just don’t want to do this without you. And I don’t want her to never meet you. I want her to know you,” you said. A sad smile crossed Poe’s face. He had been perfectly safe the last two days. He had obviously missed you, but it had somehow escaped his mind that you might think he was in trouble. He had only been on a supply run, it hadn’t even crossed his mind that you would have been so distraught. He felt horrible that he hadn’t been there for you and that you had spent so long worrying.
“She’ll know me. And I’ll know her,” Poe assured you. Poe kissed you slowly, taking your jaw in his hand to tip your head back so he could deepen the kiss. He pulled away finally, but kept his forehead pressed to yours. He brushed his nose against yours and then whispered soothingly to you.
“I’m gonna get in the refresher and then I’ll come back here and you can get some rest. Finn told me Leia’s giving me tomorrow off to spend with you, so we can sleep in,” Poe told you.
“Did Leia really say that?” You asked. Poe smiled. You never seemed to understand just how much people cared for you.
“Finn said she was worried about you,” Poe said. “He was too,” Poe said.
“He and Rey were spending a lot of time with me,” you said. “They came and sat with me in the hangar during all of their breaks.” The corner of Poe’s lips just barely tipped upwards. He was grateful for Rey and Finn. They were his family just as much as you were. “The whole base probably thinks I’m crazy,” you added.
“I’m sure nobody thinks that. You’re my wife,” Poe said. “You’re supposed to worry about me. I just wish I didn’t make you worry quite so much.” You smiled softly at your husband’s sweetness. He was everything you needed, and now that he was back you finally felt at peace. You ran your fingers gently down Poe’s chest. He was still in his flight suit. You reached up and took the zipper in your hand and began pulling it down slowly.
“Sweetheart,” Poe called. You hummed innocently in question as you leaned forward and began leaving open mouthed kisses to Poe’s neck. “We shouldn’t,” Poe said, though he couldn’t have sounded less convincing.
“Please, Poe,” you whined against his neck. “I need to feel you close,” you told him. Poe sighed. He wanted you to rest, but he’d never been able to say no to you, and he could hear in your voice that you needed this, needed him.
“Straight to bed when we’re done,” Poe said. You didn’t respond as he pulled the flight suit off his torso. He ripped off the t-shirt he had beneath it before moving his arms to the hem of the shirt you were wearing–one of his, he noticed–and pulled it over your head. He threw you to the center of the bed and grabbed the waistband of your leggings, pulling them down with your underwear, leaving you completely bare. He stood at the end of the bed looking down at you like he’d never seen you before.
“I’m always amazed by how beautiful you are, princess. You’re the most beautiful woman in the galaxy,” Poe murmured in admiration.
“Bet you say that to all the girls you’ve saved,” you joked. Poe smirked remembering the way you two had first met. You were being choked by a Storm Trooper when he plowed his ship into the dirt in front of you, jumped out of the cockpit and tackled the Storm Trooper in question. He had seen you around the base before. It was the early days of the Resistance and there weren’t many people on the base that Poe didn’t speak to, but he’d always been too nervous to talk to you. He was flying low in his X-Wing during the battle when he saw you being choked by the Storm Trooper. He abandoned his intended route to crash his ship into the ground next to you and save you. It had taken him weeks to repair all the damage on his beloved X-Wing, but it had all been worth it because while he was lying in the medbay begging for the doctors to give him permission to leave, you walked in to thank him for saving you and offered to make him dinner as a thank you when he had recovered. The rest, as they say, is history.
“Only the ones that saved me too,” Poe replied. You grinned.
“Come here,” you called, reaching your hands out. Poe undid his belt and pushed the pants of the flight suit down with his boxer briefs. He climbed up onto the bed, stopping above your cunt. He began to lean his mouth down to you, but you grabbed at him, trying to pull him up towards you. Poe looked up at you in question. “Not tonight, please. I just want to feel you,” you begged. Poe nodded and moved further up your body till he could press his lips against yours. He kissed you hungrily. He may not have been worried about your safety, but that didn’t mean he didn’t miss you. You felt his cock lying against your stomach, the weight of it against your body making you even more desperate. Poe didn’t seem to be in any rush despite his insistence that you should be sleeping.
“Poe, please,” you whined. Poe chuckled against your skin as he left a small mark on your collar bone.
“Always so needy,” Poe commented. Nevertheless he leaned away from you and moved to line himself up with your entrance. He ran the tip of his cock through your folds a few times, gathering your wetness before he slowly pushed into you, letting you feel every inch. You moaned as he filled you. You needed this. Needed to feel him so close that there was nothing between you. Needed to feel that he was still yours. Poe stopped moving once he’d gotten himself all the way in. He could feel your walls clenching around him, like they were trying to draw him in deeper and keep him from ever leaving again. You wiggled your hips up against his after a moment and he took it as a sign to start moving. His thrusts were slow and deep. He pulled out almost all the way each time before slowly pushing back into you. You threw your head back in pleasure as Poe hit your cervix.
“You’re so fucking big, Poe. Make me feel so full,” you moaned. Poe leaned down and wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, sucking gently. You let out a loud moan immediately. Every part of you had been overly sensitive since you’d gotten pregnant, and Poe barely had to work anymore to have you screaming. Poe smirked with his lips around you. He bit down against your nipple lightly before easing the pain with a few licks. He leaned down and gave the same treatment to your other nipple before pulling away and pushing his lips against yours again. You threaded your fingers through his hair and pulled at his curls. Poe moaned in response. He grabbed one of your legs and pulled it up, you aided his actions, hooking it over his hip. The new angle drew loud moans from both of you.
“That feel good, baby?” Poe asked, though he knew the answer. You nodded eagerly.
“Don’t stop,” you gasped. Poe didn’t. He kept fucking you, switching up his rhythm so that he would draw you close to the edge before slowing down and prolonging your enjoyment. It was ecstasy. The pleasure was indescribable and you couldn’t get enough.
“Poe, I’m gonna come,” you whimpered, digging your heel into Poe’s ass while he fucked you.
“I know, baby, me too,” Poe grunted as he sped up his movements. You were a mess of moans and cries at that point. “Where do you want me to come, baby?” Poe asked. He liked to ask you. It didn’t really matter where you chose, he always found it sexy, but it turned him on when you told him where you wanted him.
“Inside me, Poe. Want you to fill me up,” you mewled. Poe groaned at your words. He thrust into you harder, earning a gasp from you as his skin slapped against yours.
“Gonna fill you up just like I did when I gave you our baby,” Poe groaned. He reached down with his right hand and found your clit with his thumb. He began rubbing quick circles against the swollen bud. You cried out in pleasure and hooked your other leg over Poe’s hip, pulling his body against yours and digging your nails into his shoulder blades.
You both came at once. You screamed Poe’s name as he groaned yours. Poe’s seed poured into you as you clenched down onto him, pulling in every ounce of his cum. The pleasure ran through your bodies like a stampede. It was overwhelming and powerful and then suddenly it was over and the two of you were lying tangled together in your bed as you each took deep breaths.
Eventually you rose from the mattress, the two of you using the refresher together before sliding back into your bed. You curled into Poe’s body at once. You refused to let him out of your sight the next day, so it was a good thing that Leia had offered him the day off. As the two of you were lying in bed that night Poe was gently running his fingers through your damp hair, undoing every tangle with delicate care. You were laying against his chest, your head tucked into his neck. One of your hands rested over his heart and Poe had reached his free hand up to tangle his fingers with yours.
“What do you want to name her?” Poe asked suddenly. It had been quiet for a while, but Poe was always able to tell when you were awake.
“I thought we could name her after your mom,” you replied without missing a beat, though your voice was tired and your eyes stayed closed. Poe smiled and leaned down to kiss the top of your head.
“Mom would’ve loved that,” Poe replied. You hummed softly.
“If the next one’s a boy I think we should name him after Finn,” you mumbled. Poe’s heart leapt. ‘The next one’ he thought. He knew you were exhausted and that you barely knew what you were saying, but nevertheless the idea of you already planning another child with him made him feel so lucky. You were his wife. You were giving him a daughter and you wanted to give him a son. Before he could let himself get too excited he raised your hand to his lips and kissed the back of your hand.
“I love you, baby. Sleep well,” he murmured into your hair. You were already half asleep, but despite your exhaustion, you replied, almost as if your body couldn’t hear Poe telling you he loved you unless you whispered back:
“I love you too.”
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Requesting a sketch for Poe Dameron bear-hugging an upset fem!reader ♥
upset is a word that causes me problems because I often mis-interpret what it means LOL
And I only say this because I misread the first time, and I already had sketched something 😭 so anyway. a bonus I guess
(even now I'm still wondering if the second time I read it is the correct one LMFAO)
This technically was a prompt outside my main fandoms, which I said I wasn't going to do, but it's an Oscar Isaac character so I cannot resist
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