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Dark!Poe Dameron x Fem!pilotReader
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Tags: Leia being such a sweetheart to reader, 18+!!, punishment, Poe being kind of possessive, p in v, blowjob, deep throating, overstimulation, dark Poe, Black Squadron members being silly lol.
Today was a rather stressful day at the Resistance, a pilot in Black Squadron was sick and you had to jump in and take his spot for a training simulation. But today, everyone knew Commander Poe Dameron had bad mood, he couldn't sleep the last night due to a Generator near his quarters kept beeping.
You just finished up preparing your X-Wing as General Leia Organa came up to you along with C-3PO by her side.
"Hey," she gave you a warm smile, "I saw how nervous you looked earlier when you had to jump in for today. Don't be, Black Squadron has the nicest pilots I've ever worked with." Leia placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, giving you a reassuring squeeze.
"I know. Well, except Poe today." you laughed making Leia chuckle
"Yeah, except him. But please keep an eye on him, I don't want the whole base being moodier than him."
"Where are you going?" you asked curiously.
"I and C-3PO are going to Coruscant for a meeting. And until then, Poe will be in command until I'm back."
"Alright. But please be back as soon as possible, we don't want Poe to lose his shit." you chuckled.
"I promise I will. Take care." she gave you a pat on the shoulder and another warm smile, turning around and leaving for her meeting.
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Soon enough, all pilots of Black Squadron gathered at the hangar, they all welcomed you, immediately cracking jokes with you and sharing laughter.
After a while one member spoke up, "Well, here he comes, Commander bad mood himself."
You had to suppress a laughter and went to your X-Wing. Then Poe approached you,
"Hi there, jumper. Got everything prepared?"
"Yes, sir." you nodded.
"Good. All you have to do is to follow my lead and don't do anything stupid." with that Poe walked to his X-Wing and climbed in.
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The training simulation went well for the most part, but at one point you pulled off a stunt inside a nearby asteroid field to destroy the target. You chased the target through the field, doing some really close manouvers but at the end you successfully destroyed the last target while Poe was barking at you over the comm to get back and not risk your life for a dummy target. But you got sick and cut off your comm.
Now Black Squadron was back at the hangar, you changed into your mechanic uniform to re-new some paint on your X-Wing. Soon everyone else got out of their X-Wings and up to you. You thought they all would scold you but instead they laughed,
"Damn, you pulled off quite the show! Ha!"
"I wish we could have seen Poe's face when you've made it out of there alive."
"Poe did not like that at all!"
"I bet if you pull off more stunts like that, you could be even better than Poe!" Another one laughed.
"Oh oh... Poe's coming." one pointed at the black X-Wing that has just entered the hangar and landed.
All the other members of Black Squadron quickly pissed off to avoid Poe's temper but you decided to stay to prevent further provocation.
Poe removed his helmet and climbed out of his cockpit, immediately walking towards you. As you saw him coming closer, you took a deep breath and prepared mentally for the scolding you're about to get.
"What the hell was that?!" Poe barked, his tone was authoritive and demanding answers.
"Poe- I'm sorry, I-" Poe cut you off,
"You risked your life for a fucking training target, pulling off dangerous stunts inside an asteroid field!" Poe left no room for arguments.
"I'm sorry! I won't do it again!" You pleaded but he sighed in annoyance and shook his head.
"Sorry won't cut it." he responded sternly.
"What do you mean, Dameron?"
"Oh, you'll see. Come with me."
You stood there confused and Poe raised an eyebrow, "Don't make me repeat myself. Come with me now." he ordered almost coldly.
You did as he asked and followed him. He lead you into an empty supply room with a table and some chairs inside. He turned on the lights and motioned for you to enter first. After stepping inside, Poe typed something on the console beside the door and it turned red, signalizing the door is locked.
"Uhm, Poe? What are you doing?" you asked slowly and carefully.
He turned around to face you, "I'm going to teach you a lesson. A lesson to never risk your life for some stupid stunts." he walked towards you and pulled out a chair from the table and sat down.
"Get on your knees." he ordered.
"On my knees?" you asked confused.
"Do it." he growled.
You hesistated but slowly getting down on your knees. You slowly realized how Poe wanted to punish you.
Poe slowly unzipped his orange flight suit, "You know, I had a really bad fucking night. And your disobedience was the last drop."
He reached inside and pulled out his already hard cock, giving it a few strokes.
"Suck it." He ordered, tilting his head to the side slightly as if daring you to disobey.
Slowly, you leaned in, his other hand coming up behind you and grabbed the back of your neck. His hand was hot against your cold skin, it almost made you afraid of Poe.
You gave his cockhead a few licks, looking up at him and saw the desire in his eyes. A desire to grab your head and fuck your throat so hard it will be sore the next day. But he wanted you to do everything.
"Go ahead." His hand on the back of your neck gave you a warning squeeze.
You leaned in and took his girth in your mouth as far as you could. He was so big you couldn't fit him all the way. Poe groaned deeply and you looked up to see his eyes fluttered close and his head thrown back.
"Fuck, keep going." he looked back down at you and licked his lips hungrily.
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You kept sucking him, the only sounds filling the small room were the wet sounds and Poe's groaning.
"You're so good at this." He praised and moved his hand upwards to tangle into your hair.
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"I'm gonna cum. You better swallow every drop or else you will suck my cock again and again until your stomach is full of my cum."
Poe warned as his breath got ragged and he suddenly plunged his cock all the way down your throat, making you gag as he came down your throat.
He released you and you got back up, turning around and ready to leave.
"Where do you think you're going? I didn't say we are finished here. I'm not done with you yet. Come back here."
Poe stood up and walked towards you.
"But you just came." you protested and he chuckled,
"And? Did I say you could leave? We're not finished. Not by a long shot, sweetheart."
Poe grabbed you and pushed you against the wall face first.
"This is a lesson in obedience after all." he leaned close and unfastened your uniform pants, pulling them down along with your panties.
"You know, maybe I will keep you in my squadron. See how you will be become my good little girl and follow your Commander's orders like you should."
he reached out and stroked your clit rythmically, the pace increasing stroke after stroke.
Your moans filled the room and Poe soon pushed two fingers inside you after you were dripping onto the ground beneath you.
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"Yes, keep moaning, let the whole base hear how much of a good girl you are for me." He incouraged, your breath getting ragged as you felt your orgasm approach.
Poe felt your cunt clench around his fingers, but his pace only slowed down momentarilly as you came down from the orgasm.
He kept pumping his fingers in and out of you, slowly. Your poor pussy was overstimulated, you couldn't take anymore and Poe suddenly removed his fingers.
"Now I think you're wet enough."
Poe was already stroking his once again hard cock.
"What do you mea--" you got cut of by the sudden intrusion of his big cock into your overstimulated entrance.
Poe leaned in close, "Ohhhh, your pussy isn't going to be spared from my cock." he drawled out and leaned down towards your neck, kissing and sucking on the skin. Then he suddenly bit down.
You gasped, and squeezed him in response which made him groan.
"Fuck, you're so tight, honey." his thrusts were slow at first, but he quickly increased the pace as he heard your moans and whimpers getting more needily.
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His grip on your hips got tighter and his thrusts harder and faster.
You felt your second orgasm build up, making you arch your back into him and your moans getting louder.
"I knew you would love my cock, baby. But Don't worry, you will get more of me."
Poe felt himself getting close again too, and soon enough he buried his whole girth inside you and came hard. He buried his face into the crook of your neck as his breath slowly returned to normal. He pulled out and handed you some tissue to clean yourself up. Poe cleaned himself up too and put himself back into his boxers.
Poe turned his attention back to you, watching as you pulled your panties and pants back up.
"You better listen to me from now on and do what I say. Because if not, then this will be a common thing." He waited for your answer.
"Yes." You nodded weakly.
"Good." With a satisfied nod, Poe unlocked the door and stepped out, leaving you there overstimulated but satisfied.
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Kinktober day 18
Day Eighteen: Masturbation (Poe Dameron x reader)
Warnings: smut under the cut, nsfw, 18+, FemBodied, Masturbation (Woah on masturbation day? Crazy…), mutual Masturbation (insanity), fingering
Minors DNI
Words: 987
Poe was finally done with the paperwork from the last disaster of a mission that had cost the Resistance way too much time, man power and resources for it to go that badly, He was just about ready to fall face first in his bed in his quarters and sleep for ten rotations when he hears something very interesting coming from a certain captains quarters. He and this particular captain had gone toe to toe more than once over tactics on a mission or for some other probably stupid reason, they definitely weren’t close. In fact she had rejected his advances on multiple occasions. So it definitely was not what he expected to hear her moaning his name with her fingers shoved up her wet cunt. It looks like the door to her quarters coincidentally ended up not closing all the way left slightly ajar. He stops outside his back against the door as he takes a peak, listening to her pathetic mewls.
“Ngh…Damn it…Poe…Please.” She groans as her fingers move rapidly unsuccessfully satiating her needs. Her bottoms around her ankles as she hikes her hips up seeking any release, any at all with her shirt between her teeth slightly distorting her speech. But not enough so that Poe would believe she was calling any other name in distress. As he watched her moving in desperation he felt his own bulge hardening and put his hand over it pressing down. Just as he was leaning on the door trying to get a better view, his droid BB-8 comes rolling up at top speeds knocking into Poe causing him to fall into the room and the door to successfully slide closed behind him. She looks at him. He looks at her. Both red in the face.
“Uh…this isn’t what it looks like?” He says unconvincingly
“Uh-huh… Right I believe you” She says sarcastically as she looks at him unsurprised.
“Look…I Um... I’ll just go...” Poe says as he stands up and makes a mad dash for the door, only to find that it’s stuck. He broke the door. Poe stands for a minute staring at the door, a hundred things in his mind.
“Damn it Dameron. What did you do?” She pulls up her underwear to come see the damage done to the door.
“Wha- I didn’t do anything, it’s the doors fault…” He rubs the back of his neck as he looks at her.
“Oh sure yeah, you’re standing outside my room while I’m…and you just happen to fall in and break my door…likely story” She sasses him as she looks at the door.
“I mean it’s an accurate story…besides what exactly do you expect me to do when I hear my name being called out like that? Just walk away?” He tries to defend himself.
“Yes! I mean…I don’t know!” She throws her hands up in the air before falling back down on her bed in defeat. Poe sits against the stuck door and looks over at her, the wet spot on her underwear, had she been thinking about him like that for a while? The mere thought makes him hard again.
“Well, if we’re stuck in here… we could help each other out…” He says suggestively
“Ugh…of course that’s the first thing you suggest. I’m not dumb Dameron…” She sighs her hands on her face as she thinks about it for a moment.
“Fine, Hands only, nothing else okay?” she says laying down the ground rules for this circumstantial escapade. Poe is quick to agree and his pants are quickly off and on her floor. The two of them sitting on her bed as she straddles his lap. His fingers eagerly reaching for her wet cunt. She lets out a soft moan as she feels his fingers inside her, doing substantially more for her than her own as he slides his fingers expertly in and out of her, rubbing his thumb in circles on her clit as he pulls his cock out from his boxers, tugging on himself a few times as he watches her react to his actions.
“Mph…damn…Kriff…” She groans out in pleasure as he does this. She steadies herself and licks her palm before grabbing his hard cock stroking him in rhythm with his fingers inside her. Her hands moving along his length causes him to grunt at the feeling. How was she so good at this? How are they so good together? He involuntarily bucks his hips into her hand as she strokes him. He wants more…He needed more.
“Damn, Captain. That’s good shit.” He groans and continues to finger her harder, her walls tighten around his fingers. She moans in response, her mind completely blank as she moves her hand along his length running her thumb along his tip feeling the slightly sticky pre-cum run down her thumb.
“Shut up, commander.” She grumbles. As she feels the pressure building up in her lower abdomen. She can’t help but feel slightly annoyed that he could get her this close in minutes what she couldn’t manage in an hour. Her breathing becomes panting as she gets closer to her release, she looks into his dark eyes filled with lust and need. Why is he so damn attractive but so kriffing annoying? Poe chuckles slightly before groaning again as she tugs up on his cock.
“Maker… I’m close.” He says with a growl he thrusts into her hand, sliding another finger into her cunt, drawing another moan from her lips as he does so. Their foreheads touch as they move on each other finally reach their peak, panting as they lean against each other riding out their high. Their eyes meet and in a moment of weakness their lips meet, a sweet soft kiss of passion as their tongues move together in harmony.
“No one else will know what just happened right?” She murmurs against his lips
“My lips are sealed.” He chuckles
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Night Of Passion
Imagine:
Being poes wife and during the war your alone because he's not there the lonely gets colder with each day but when the war finally ends and he comes home he's more then ready to repay for all those lonely nights.
"Fuck yn I missed you so much and your not gonna leave this bed intill I'm done with you do you understand but I promise you you won't be able to walk after this"
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Poe Dameron x AFAB!reader
Summary:
First Order pilots are trained from childhood to deal with crash landings, equipped with the means to survive until retrieval and tasked to eliminate enemies on sight. When you crash on an uncharted planet just behind a Resistance pilot, your training comes to the test as you’re thrown into a new environment, forced to make choices you weren’t taught to deal with.
What’s more interesting is that you also find yourself facing the humanity that you previously thought was deeply hidden within, bringing trouble with it in ways you never fathomed.
[Also posted on AO3]
please note: has pov with she/her pronouns
includes: eventual smut, casualties of war, enemies to reluctant friends to lovers, pining, slow burn, forced proximity, reader is lowkey an asshole…angst…
status: ongoing
expected chapters: ??
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6 TBD
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I am pleased to announce my upcoming projects for this year's Kinktober! Shout out to the besties in the discord for helping me sort through my ceaseless rambling and half baked ideas. For the sake of my own sanity, I've elected to post one fic per week. In addition, I'm hoping to have one or two illustrations done to accompany each piece!
This post also doubles as a call for beta readers! I am in great need of a second pair of eyes on my work, and would love any help I can get. If that sounds like something you may be interested in, please DM me!
The works for next month are as follows (NSFW under the cut, obviously):
Week One: Poe Dameron x Mechanic!GN!Reader - friends to lovers + near death experience + fucking for survival
Week Two: Steven Grant x Coworker!Fem!Reader - mean!Steven + rivals to lovers + semi-public sex
Week Three: Marc Spector x Hathor's Avatar!Fem!Reader - sex pollen + breeding kink
Week Four: Poe Dameron x First Order!GN!Reader - torture + edging + heavy bdsm elements
I'm really excited to get this project off the ground, and I hope it's something y'all can look forward to as well. Who knew writing smut would be what it took to break my year long art block?
See y'all in October!
xoxo. graeme
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Prompt one with poe 😩😵
Prompt: 1) one muse putting their hand over the other’s mouth while they have sex + Poe Dameron
Rating/Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, NSFW, handjob, teasing, light softdom!reader, kindasub!Poe, switch!Poe, purely porn without plot, I took this prompt and ran with it, unprotected PiV, slight fingering, male masturbation
“Yeah! Oh, yeah! Don’t stop!”
You tore your hand away from Poe’s clothed crotch in alarm, leaving him a panting mess. His curls flew in every which way, dark irises blown black with lust as his hips jerked forward to try and chase your touch. His head rolled so that he could look at you, almost betrayed, rather than thrown back in blissful ecstasy. “Wha… why’d you stop?” He almost sounded whiny. It was kind of a turn-on that he needed your hands on him so badly.
But you were also really hoping that nobody heard him fucking yelling. “You were being really loud!” You whispered frantically. A storage closet off the main hangar was not the place for him to scream your name. He could do that in bed, in your quarters.
“I was?” Poe breathed harshly, lips kiss-swollen and eyes unfocused. “Oh… Uh… Can you keep touching me? Please? Baby?” Hearing him beg for you made your heart jump a little.
It wouldn’t be too terrible if you teased him… just a little bit… right?
“Poe, you’re being too loud.”
He let out some kind of whimper as he bit his lip, palming himself through his pants desperately. “Baby, please, I c-can’t…”
“Can’t what Poe?” You teased, arching a brow as innocently as possible. Poe whined, undoing his belt and pants for some relief from how tight they were becoming. Your eyes widened a bit at the significant bulge in his boxers as he ground his crotch into his hands.
“C-can’t— can’t cum without you, baby, please—”
You actually aw’d. It was more arousing than you thought it would be for Poe to beg for you like this. It gave you a surge of confidence you didn’t expect. You smiled softly, dragging your fingers through his hair. Poe started to jerk himself off faster as you tugged at the roots, moaning softly. “You want to cum?”
“Please, baby, please— c-can I—“ You pulled his hand away from his crotch gently, urging him to use his words. Poe struggled to form a coherent sentence, breath ragged in his throat. “Can I cum inside you, Y/N, please—“
Cumming inside you— together, specifically— was Poe’s favorite way of orgasming. Mixing yourselves together like that was just something so intimate and close that he needed it with you, the woman he loved; although he didn’t get to do it all the time. In fact, it’d probably been a week or two since he’d last been able to.
But still.
This could be fun.
“Tell you what,” You whispered in his ear, making him groan, “If you can keep from cumming, touching me, and making any noise until I say so, you can cum inside me. Deal?”
“Oh, Maker, baby, yes—“
“Shhh!” You chastised, making him shut up aside from deep panting breaths. “No noise! Not a peep! Or you’ll be cumming all over my hands, okay?”
Poe nodded, gripping the rail behind him as tightly as possible. His eyes followed your every movement as you came forward, brushing your fingertips over the waistband of his boxers before trailing lower. His eyes rolled back into his head, jaw falling open as you traced the outline of his cock. His hips rocked against you, and he bit back a shaky groan as you gently squeezed the head, placing a kiss on his cheek.
Without giving him time to think, you reached in and grabbed hold of the base. Poe’s head flew back, a strangled gasp emanating from him. “No noise, baby,” You whispered, nipping at his jaw. “This is your first warning. You get three of them… Unless you need me to stop, okay?”
He frantically nodded as you pulled him out of his boxers. With one hand, you pulled toward the tip before you pushed slowly back down, smearing pre-cum down his thick length. Your other hand was focused on brushing the hair off his forehead and out of his eyes as you pumped him, tiny whimpers and moans escaping his lips. You let those slide— Poe was a very vocal person. Trying to make him stop completely would be downright cruel.
So when he passed your second, and your third warning, letting out ever-louder moans and whimpers, you knew that you didn’t have the heart to stop him from cumming inside you— but that would happen anyway if you got caught. You clamped a hand gently over his mouth as Poe’s thrusts into your fist faltered, eyes rolled far back in his head as his body trembled with the strain of fending off his orgasm. You let go of his cock, making him groan into your palm as he tried to focus on keeping his orgasm at bay.
You kissed him softly. “You okay?” After he weakly nodded, you whispered, “You were such a good boy, Poe. You ready to cum?”
“Yes— yes, please, yes—“
You were hardly able to move before Poe had switched your positions, pressing you against the wall and railing and hurrying to undo your pants. Desperately, he yanked them off of you and hiked your legs over his hips, slipping his hand between you in order to explore your heat, making sure you were ready for him. He entered you in one swift move with a deep groan of relief. He didn’t give you time to adjust. He immediately began slamming his hips into yours; you captured his lips with yours to stifle his cries of ecstasy— and to muffle yours, as Poe angled his hips to hit that spot deep inside you that made you see stars.
Because of you edging him— and the effects his voice and begging had on you— neither of you were going to last long, and you both knew it. His fingers began to frantically massage your clit, and it wasn’t long before you felt the tension building, coiling in your lower belly, as Poe’s thrusts faltered.
“Y-Y/N,” Poe breathed into your ear, “Cum with me— c-can you cum— shit, Maker—“
With a searing kiss, you came into each other. Your bodies shook as they writhed together, trying to seek further intimacy somehow even as you tightened around him, letting him spill deep into you. “Poe,” You breathed into a tender kiss. He held you against him, rocking his hips to help ride out your highs in the post-orgasm afterglow.
When Poe started smiling into the kiss, you broke away for air, keeping your foreheads pressed together. “What?”
Poe licked his lips, tasting the remnants of you. “You were amazing, babygirl… Why don’t we go back to our quarters so I can give you as many orgasms as you deserve, huh?”
You couldn’t help but giggle at the urgency with which he said it. He trailed a line of kisses across your jaw and to your neck, smiling into your skin. “Thanks for taking care of me, sweetheart...” He nipped playfully at your jaw with a smile in his voice. “But now it’s my turn to make you feel good.”
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In the Morning
pairing: poe dameron x f!reader
contains: a morning with poe but, (non)con/(dub)con, (via) somnophilia, new relationship, minors do not interact
wc: 1k
Poe’s not used to having you there. When he wakes, it’s usually to the mechanical drum of the ship. Its constant whirr would steal him from sleep and force him to face his room's sterile white. He’s not used to sound of your gentle breathing nor the sight of your back as you’re laid next to him in bed. Though he’s awoken to it countless times, the image is still alien to him. This kind of quiet is unlike the usual silence and this intimacy is entirely foreign. He can’t quite recall when ‘the morning after’ turned into ‘mornings with you’, the transition was hardly noticeable; it had crept up on him and wrapped him in the embrace of domesticity.
Still, he makes no move to get up. Unlike previous mornings he felt no need to break from the hold of his bed, instead, he shifts in close, sparing a glance down at the space between you. Your shorts had hitched up sometime during the night, showing off your legs and a peek of your ass. He runs a rough hand along your soft skin. His eyes are following the same path as his hand when he at last notices the bulge in his boxers
That he was used to, though he was used to dealing with it on his own. A series of strokes accompanied by a mental replay of his last lay would be enough to send him over and have him ready to face the day clear-headed. And though he’s never woken to company in this state, your presence is a welcome one. He can’t even remember the last time he stuck around to say good morning let alone the gotten more out of the night before.
‘Good things come to those who stay,’ Poe thinks as he places a gentle kiss to your neck, smiling as his touch makes you stir in your sleep.
You’ve changed a lot about his mornings, he supposes, but you’ve done little to his routines. He could savour the sweetness of this moment, sure, but even this newfound intimacy wouldn't be enough for him to forget the steady arousal growing in his boxers. Nothing could, really. Besides, release is necessary in the mornings, how could he get on with the day otherwise?
He presses another kiss to your neck before pressing his hips against your ass. A satisfied sigh escapes him at the feeling of your body against his, and he’s silently thankful you’re not awake to hear just how desperate he gets in the mornings. Slowly, he begins to rut against your ass, his cock hardening in his boxers. There’s no way he could have ignored it, not with you here.
His hand slips between your thighs. He’s uncharistically gentle as he traces his fingers along your thinly clothed sex and to his surprise, you don’t stir.
‘Always want me here, huh?’ He thinks as he feels the heat of your cunt against his fingers. He watches your face as he draws slow circles on your covered clit. Your lips part in silent pleasure and the sight makes him throb. He smirks to himself at the feeling of wetness through the fabric of your bottoms ‘Didn't take much at all,’
He hooks a finger under the elastic of your bottoms, tugging until they’re just below your ass, exposing your glistening cunt. He keeps up his stroking as he pulls down his boxers. Slowly, he drags his tip along your slit, stopping at your drooling entrance.
Poe spares another look at your face. Soft little pants escape your parted lips as your nose scrunches in a silent expression of pleasure. ‘Cute’ he thinks when a whine leaves you as he circles his head around your entrance.
There’s no way he won’t wake you, and he knows it. Poe’s honestly surprised he’s gotten this far without stealing you from sleep and ruining your peace. He’s selfish, he knows it, but that’s not enough to stop him from taking what he needs. A firm hand pushes your hips, positioning you so he has better access to your entrance.
He’s sure you’ll forgive him, anyway, so long as you get what you need too.
A gasp leaves you as he pushes inside you. Poe doesn’t waste any time, bottoming out before you’ve had the chance to blink the sleep from your eyes.
‘Good morning,’ he whispers, smiling at your dazed expression, still dopey and adorable. A loud moan is your only response as he fucks into you. He smirks at the reassuring sound, his hand once again returning to your clit, ‘needed this too, huh? Knew I wasn’t the only one,’
A series of whimpers is all you let out, overwhelmed in this drowsy state. His fingers are moving faster than before now, ‘My girl always needs it doesn’t she?’ his words are breathed out in between low grunts as his thrusts pick up their pace as well, ‘Just so–fuck, just so ready to be used you aren’t even surprised to be woken up like this,’ He’s stammering now, tripping over his words as his hips too begin to stutter.
For all his talk he’s already close to coming undone. Poe’s usual smoothness is gone this morning and replaced by neediness. He’s shameless, moaning loudly behind you and cursing freely. And as your walls begin to clench around him, he doesn’t bother trying to hold back.
He presses harder on your clit, bringing on your high as he chases his own. His eyes squeeze shut as your walls flutter around him once more and with that he’s coming undone, cumming hard alongside you.
He presses a wet kiss to your cheek before rolling back over to his side of the bed. An involuntary whine escapes you as he pulls out leaving you empty after overwhelming you first thing in the morning. Your chest heaves steadily, already spent before you’ve even gotten out of bed, and Poe is in love with the sight. He takes a moment to admire his handiwork—your used cunt and tired body before at last sitting up.
He could get used to this.
#poe dameron x reader#poe dameron x reader smut#star wars smut#star wars x reader#star wars x reader smut#reupload because tumblr hates me#my writing
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when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut
the struggle is real
#don’t get me wrong#smut is great#but a girl wants some angst and fluff#joel miller x reader#din djarin x reader#matt murdock x reader#steven grant x reader#steve harrington x reader#spencer reid x reader#aaron hotchner x reader#derek morgan x reader#jj maybank x reader#rafe cameron x reader#tasm!peter parker x reader#peter parker x reader#marc spector x reader#javier pena x reader#ellie williams x reader#poe dameron x reader#cassian andor x reader#bucky barnes x reader#steve rogers x reader#logan howlett x reader#daryl dixon x reader#simon riley x reader#bruce wayne x reader#l0caltiredgirl#mike schmidt x reader#sam carpenter x reader#emily prentiss x reader
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Oscar Isaac Characters Eating You Out
Minors DNI
Featured Characters: Miguel O’Hara, Moon Knight System, Basil Stitt, Anselm Vogelweide, Blue Jones, Poe Dameron, Nathan Bateman, Duke Leto Atreides, Prince John, Santiago “Pope” Garcia x afab!reader (Pronouns and descriptions aren’t used for the reader)
CW: SMUT (did you look at the title?), pet names, slight size difference, fingering, face riding, mention of periods, slapping, toys, anal, dub-con, sub and dom roles, squirting, overstim/crying, untranslated Spanish, and possibly some other things (All are just brief mentions)
These are just some short, dumb little rambles/headcannons of mine, so it’s not written the best. Not proofread or heavily edited.
(Lmk if you want more in the future)
Miguel O’Hara - Across the Spiderverse
Miguel is a tired man, always overworking himself with the Spider Society. All because he’s extremely thorough, never leaving something to be completed at a later date. Because of this, it’s not often he gets the chance to destress.
So, when it comes time to pleasure, he’s just as thorough. Miguel makes sure you feel just as much pleasure as he does.
Of course, because of his lack of free time, Miguel doesn’t care where or when it happens, he’s eating you out.
You’re in his office? Bend over.
You’re on your period? I guess he’s not beating the vampire allegations.
Pick a time or a place, he’s there, willing to thoroughly please you in whatever way he can.
Miguel is on his knees with your legs over his shoulders. His claws gently pricking at the soft of your thighs as he holds you still.
If you squirm too much, he is glaring at you from overtop your heat, pinning you in place with one of his massive hands.
His tongue runs laps in your cunt, teasing your clit and slurping you up. He’s eating you like a starved man, letting out small growls every now and again.
Miguel will refuse to touch himself until you’ve climaxed multiple times. He has the stamina to keep going for hours, and this is just a warm up for him. Besides, he’d rather see either of your pretty lips wrapped around his length over his hand.
When you’re a trembling, sopping mess underneath him, he’ll finally stop. His lower face is shiny as he licks his lips and hungrily smirks at you.
“Don’t think this is over, mi amor. This is just the beginning…”
Marc Spector / Steven Grant / Jake Lockley - Moon Knight
Marc wants you to feel as much pleasure as possible, because while he denies it, a part of him is a people pleaser. He always puts his partners above himself, including during intimate moments.
Marc is experienced and he will take the time to know what you like. Marc practically memorizes your body and what gets you riled up. But if he has the choice, he has you on your knees as he eats you out from behind.
Marc has you bent over as his tongue hits that perfect spot, causing you to tremble and moan in pleasure.
He loves seeing you grasp the sheets as you bury your face in your pillow, to him it’s a sign of validation, evidence that he’s making you feel good.
His hands grab at your thighs and ass as he goes to town. If he feels you try to pull away, he’ll swat your rear until you stay still.
When his mouth starts to ache, Marc will pull up and insert his fingers instead. He’ll move them in the way that has your toes curling and has muffled screams coming from your pillow.
Of course though, he finishes the job with his mouth back on you, drinking up every ounce you give him. He’ll lick his lips clean and kiss your cunt in praise.
“You did so good for me, darling…”
Steven is the most insecure of the boys. He never had the chance to date before, so he’s always worried about making you feel good. He especially worries when he hears how Marc talks about your guys' time together. Steven wants to make you feel just as good.
But Steven isn’t as affirmative as Marc or Jake.
Steven will keep you on your back, his hands feeling his favorite parts of your body. He loves to caress you.
Steven likes to be thorough but also to go slow. He wants you to feel every little moment he makes.
His tongue hits the spots you love, but it’s methodical, careful.
Steven pleasures you as though you could fall apart if he were to be too rough. But if you grind your hips or grab his hair, he’ll go a bit faster.
He lets you have control, his goal is to make you feel good, so why wouldn’t he listen to you?
Despite being focused on you, Steven won’t hesitate to make himself feel good too. Whether it’s with his hand or just humping at the mattress in front of him.
He definitely gets pussy drunk, babbling as dines on you.
“So pretty… so pretty…”
Jake, on the other hand, prefers to be a bit risky.
As much as he loves private moments with you (like the other boys), the thrill of getting caught makes it more exciting for him.
He’ll absolutely eat you out in his car or in an empty alleyway. All because you dressed up pretty for him or gave him that perfect smile of yours.
Jake likes to be quick but efficient with you, at least in public.
Jake sinks to his knees and pushes you against the brick wall. His hand stays on your stomach, making sure you don’t scramble from his grasp.
He’d start slow, intentionally making you panic about getting caught, but as he gets quicker, you become a moaning mess above him.
Jake will smirk as he makes quick work of you, making you finish quicker than you thought possible.
“Tan perfecta/o, mi vida… tan perfecta/o para mí…”
All of them love you so much, so sometimes after a hard day, they’ll each take turns making you feel good.
Steven most likely starts, being that he’s the most gentle. He’s a good warm up and he’s good for calming down without actually stopping. But with the other guys there too, he definitely is being a bit more aggressive to keep up.
Marc and Jake will take their turns, teasing and riling you up. Just between those two alone, your position is constantly changing, there’s no chance you’re getting sore from being stuck in one place.
Each of the boys will make sure you feel good, prioritizing you above all else. They even monitor each other through the many mirrors littered throughout the apartment. They just want their darling to feel good <3
Each will take their time, only stopping when you’re an overstimulated, crying mess.
Soft kisses and cuddling definitely ensue afterwards.
“Our beautiful darling…”
Basil Stitt - Lightningface
Basil, the pathetic, desperate, possessive loner. He will do anything for your attention. He will follow your every order. You don’t even have to touch him, he’ll cum just from eating you out. He loves you that much.
Basil is aggressive as he eats you out, desperate to make you finish. Because if you finish, you’ll stay, despite his scars.
He moans and whimpers more than you do as you pull him deeper into your cunt. His hands grapple at every curve of your body, desperate to make sure you’re real, that you want him.
Why would anyone want a monster like him? Even his own girlfriend cheated on him before his accident happened.
As he tastes you, he desperately chases your climax.
He needs you to feel good. He needs you.
When your legs tense around his head and you start praising him, he starts crying and finishes as well, his seed staining the floor below him.
His head falls against your inner thigh as his tears fall fast. He grabs at you harshly, his fear causing his chest to ache.
“Imsosorry… staywithmeplease…”
Anselm Vogelweide - Big Gold Brick
Anselm is a weirdo, a big horny weirdo, let’s get that out of the way.
Anselm will touch you and do whatever he wants whenever he wants. This kinky switch of a man will eat you out in any way possible, and it’s never simple.
Per his request, he lies tied up with you over him. His arms are completely restrained as he lets you control the situation.
Your glittering heat flutters as he blows on you, smirking at every little reaction you have. He loves your noises, especially when you’re loud.
Eventually you sit on his face, and groaning happily, he licks up into you.
Your hips rock back and forth on his face, his nose hitting your throbbing clit harshly. You’re breathing heavily as Anselm eats you up, his beard scratching the back of your legs as your hips move.
Despite being such an odd man, he absolutely knows what he’s doing, like— he’s extremely talented with his tongue alone. With every squirm and noise you make, he’s watching you like a hawk.
Your high builds and comes crashing down quickly. But when you start to move off, he harshly demands you get back.
“We aren’t done yet, doll. If you don’t get back on, I’ll kill myself.”
Blue Jones - Sucker Punch
Blue doesn’t eat you out for your pleasure, no- it’s to prove a point.
He owns you, just like he owns all the people working for his club. And because he owns you, he has to make sure you know how good only he can make you.
You were in the dressing room when he approached you, his eyes hungrily scanning your body.
Whether out of fear or attraction, you do everything he asks. So when he asks you to strip bare, you do exactly that.
With his head between your thighs, it’s hard to remember that this man could kill you without a second thought. He’s just too talented with his tongue.
Running a club has its perks, including having lots of practice in making others feel good. With all this practice, this man will do anything to make you squirt. He sees it as a sign of victory, that his toy likes him the best.
Your back is arching as Blue hits your sweet spot. Your hips lightly hump his face and nose, chasing your high. His hands grip your legs, letting you ride his face more and more.
You squirt all over his face, causing him to hum in approval.
When you finish, he licks a stripe through your arousal. Blue’s eyes meet yours.
“Bunny, do you act like such a desperate whore with all the clients?”
Poe Dameron - Star Wars
Lover of the sky, Poe is known for being quite flirty. With the constant travel, Poe has had his share of hookups and romantic partners.
Which is why, of course, Poe would do anything to make you feel as much pleasure as possible.
He’s cocky, sure, but when he brags about how loud he makes you scream, you know it’s the truth.
After a long day of travel, Poe is clinging to your cunt.
As his tongue runs laps through your folds, you tightly grip at his curls.
He’s already made you finish at least twice, and he’s desperate for another.
Your cunt is trembling from overstimulation, broken moans escaping your lips as you lazily try to pull him away.
With every faint tug of his hair, he pulls your body closer towards his mouth, not letting you escape.
His tongue circles your clit like a dehydrated man, wanting you to release and give every drop of yourself to him again and again.
When Poe gets you to release over his tongue once more, he doesn’t back off, speaking as he licks every drop.
“Just one more… Can you handle one more for me, baby?”
Nathan Bateman - Ex Machina
Nathan doesn’t eat you out normally, he much prefers using his fingers if he has to.
This man prefers making himself feel good above all else, he only tolerates making you feel good. Which is why he always makes you finish quickly or sometimes not at all, moving on to make sure he can get his pleasure from this exchange.
The only time he has eaten you out was when he walked in on you having a wet dream, mumbling his name as your legs spread under the blankets.
You wake up moaning loudly, Nathan tucked between your thighs, mouth to your aching core.
As he hits your sweet spot, you instinctively grab his head. His buzzed hair provides nothing to grip to as your hips sleepily grinds his face.
Everything feels extra sensitive and good, the lack of previous priority making you extra needy.
His beard provides a scratchy and satisfying feeling as his tongue laps up your soaked folds.
He doesn’t even acknowledge that you’ve awoken, now on a mission to make you finish on his mouth.
His hands grope at your waist and ass, gripping at all the soft flesh he can.
When you finish with trembling legs, he lifts his head, his beard glistening in your juices. His hand palms over his cock as he sits on his knees and stares down at you.
“Get up. It’s my turn.”
Duke Leto Atreides - Dune
Leto is a very busy man, but he does worship you when he gets the chance.
Constantly being needed by everyone, it feels nice to relax and give himself to the one person he wants to: you.
Sure, sometimes you’re under the table servicing him, but it’s not often he gets the chance to do the same for you.
He’s on his knees, worshiping your pussy like it is a divine god. Leto is praying to you with his tongue.
Leto is so focused on you, he can’t even acknowledge his own pleasure before he knows you’ve had some release.
He has to give his baby some extra care while he has the chance <3
His hands touch every inch that he can, worshiping all of you that he can.
Leto’s nose bumps your clit as he watches you like prey, he just loves your blissed out expression.
When you two make eye contact, he makes his assault that much more pleasurable. Whether that’s adding in his fingers or reaching deep into you with his tongue. Man loves his eye contact.
When you climax, he’s smiling and peppering kisses over your inner thighs.
“I still have time, shall we go for another?”
Prince John - Robin Hood (2010)
John is a man of pleasure, and he will devour you as long as he gets some in return. Just… never mention your ex or past relationships, he gets jealous.
He loves different positions and experimenting with you, as long as you’re both having fun or a good time, then he’s more than happy.
John, the whiny man, is begging into your cunt as you two eat each other up.
Your mouth is wrapped around his length as he laps up your warmth.
With each stroke of your tongue, he moves his in tandem. Every moan you gain from him, wonderfully rumbles your pussy.
His hands grasp and pull your ass cheeks, kneading the soft flesh.
John eats you like a starved man, because despite his regal status, you are by far the best meal he’s eaten.
At least that’s what he’d be saying if it weren’t the end to your guys night of pleasure, and John didn’t need an heir.
He probably isn’t the most thrilled to be eating his and your cum out of your pussy, but it's you, so he can’t complain.
Together, you finish and clean each other of every last drop, leaving both of you exhausted.
John pats his shoulder.
“Come, rest your head.”
Santiago “Pope” Garcia - Triple Frontier
Santiago loves to tease you. No matter the situation or place, he will edge you until you’re crying.
He likes seeing you as a whimpering mess, begging for some relief.
You were just on the cusp of finishing when Santiago pulled away, watching as you begged him to let you cum.
He’d chuckle and hold your hands hostage, not letting you get the chance to finish what he started.
As you start to come down from your high, he’d go back in, licking and eating your cunt out.
As you squirm, chasing your release, he’d cage your legs in place with his arms and hands. You’re not allowed to escape him or his constant teasing.
When he finally lets you finish, you’re a trembling mess, your hole clutching at his tongue as he eats every last drop.
“You’re so cute like this… maybe I should go again?”
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Thanks for reading!
Lmk if you want me to add more of his characters or do a different set of characters (like Genshin men for ex.)
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OSCAR ISAAC
#oscar isaac#so hot 🔥🔥🔥#celebrity crush#beautiful man#flawlesscelebs#star wars#miguel o'hara#atsv miguel#moon knight#steven grant#poe dameron#poe x reader#poe dameron x reader#oscar isaac smut#miguel o'hara x reader#steven grant x you#marc spector#marc spector x reader#pedro pascal
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I am better
Poe Dameron x fem!Reader
A/N: I kinda roasted Rey at the end. I can't help it, I hate her. The only reason I tortured myself with the sequels was literally only because Oscar Isaac as Poe lol.
Quick summary: At a conversation between you, Finn and Poe about the old Clone Wars, you spoke faster than thinking, saying Anakin Skywalker is the best pilot in the Galaxy. Poe did not like that.
Dead dove do not eat - you'll get exactly what's in the tags!
Tags: nsfw, PinV, dom Poe, punishment, cockwarming, kind of dark Poe, jealous Poe.
A/N 2: Just realized the pic looks perfect. Finn is like: "Girl, you better run..." and Poe looks like: "Excuse me? What did you just say?!"
Sometimes it's better to think before speaking. It all started harmless, Finn, Poe and you were talking about the Clone Wars. Poe was worshipping the Clones, wishing they would be still around, Finn was drooling over Ahsoka Tano...and you? You were all over Anakin Skywalker, admiring everything about him.
"Anakin Skywalker? Come on, that's overkill!" Finn snorted, looking down at the Dejarik round they were playing.
"Why? Just because you're worshipping Ahsoka?" You chuckled, watching Finns dejarik player getting slamdunked.
"Ugh, you and your crushes..." Poe scoffed and leaned forward, preparing his round.
"Atleast we have one individual we love and not millions." you backfired at him, grinning cheekily.
"I think Poe chooses the Clones because all the other ladies are ugly and Ahsoka is the only sexy looking one." Finn nudged Poe, making him give a confused expression.
"Poe, how about Obi Wan?" you asked.
"Nah. He's way too noble, way too jedi-like..." he retorted with an disgusted expression.
"Wait! What about Bo Katan? Isn't she someone you'd be into, mate?" Finn suggested.
"I would even arrange the date between you two." You chuckled.
Poe just looked at you two, surprised but uncaring "You two are absolutely unfair, you know that?"
You three kept playing dejarik for a bit before Finn spoke up again.
"Hey, but what about you? Why Anakin Skywalker? Is it because he turned bad and you're kinda into bad boys?" Finn grinned at you.
"No!" you smiled, turning your head to hide the slight red on your cheeks.
"Don't be shy! Come on, spill it." Poe teased, giving you a cocky grin.
"Alright, alright, you won. I like him because he was the best in everything. Best at fighting, strong in the force." you leaned back in your seat.
"Wait, nothing else? Really?" Poe asked curiously.
"He invented the spinning." Finn joked.
You laughed hard. "And he's the best pilot in the Galaxy." you retorted but gulped as realization hit you.
You looked back up at Finn and Poe, Finn had his hand on his chin, trying to suppress the laughter threatening to come out of him. At this point you were glad at sitting opposite from them as you saw Poe's jaw tensing.
"Pheww, okay guys, I gotta go to Chewie and talk with him about something." Finn broke the silence, preparing to stand up.
"Wait, Finn! We didn't even finish our dejarik round!" You gave him an almost pleading look.
"I- uhh, I'm sure you and Poe can finish it just fine, right mate?" Finn chuckled nervously, giving Poe a pat on the shoulder.
"Yeah, we will get this over with and see who's the better one." Poe gave you a scowl.
"See? That's why I chose Ahsoka!" Finn grinned, finding the situation amusing.
"Anaking was Ahsoka's master!" you retorted, seeing Poe giving you a warning glance.
"See you guys later!" Finn waved and stood up, walking off, leaving only Poe and you alone.
"Poe...listen, I didn't mean to--" You got cut off by Poe, who stood up and made his way to you.
"I'll teach you better." he grabbed your arm and lead you out of the Millennium Falcon, leading you towards a small freighter nearby. Once inside and ensurring they were alone, he lead you to the cargohold and locked the entrance of the ship.
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Now you were on Poe's lap, his cock buried deep inside you, he held you firmly in place, not moving a little bit.
"Repeat what you said." Poe demanded lowly.
You squirmed, desperately trying to get atleast some friction "I-I'm sorry..."
"No, no, no, tell me. I wanna hear it coming out of your mouth again."
"Anakin-... is the b-best pilot in the Galaxy-..." you tried to move again but Poe had an iron grip that made it impossible.
"But is he really? Or is there someone better, hm?" Poe asked, holding you in place.
"Yes, you." you replied, making Poe's hips move a little bit before stopping once more. The little friction he gave felt so good, causing you to whimper after he stopped.
"So you admit I am the best and Skywalker is nothing compared to me?" he asked again.
"Poeee, please move. It's killing me..." you begged, feeling how slippy everything down there is.
"Answer." he tutted.
"Anakin is nothing compared to you. You're the best, Poe. Only you." you whimpered needily.
Poe chuckled, "See? It wasn't that hard now, was it?" he started moving slowly, only enough to make you crave for more.
Your eyes lulled back, you wanted Poe to move faster "Please faster."
"Is there something else you might tell me about Skywalker?" Poe asked, his pace increased slightly.
You knew exactly why he asked you that, he knew your mind was clouded with pleasure and thinking wasn't your speciality rightnow.
"He's handsome.." you slipped out.
"Handsome, huh?" Poe repeated, his hips stopped again.
"No- I mean- you-you're handsome. Anakin's not." You stuttered, trying to correct yourself.
"Damn right I am." he started moving again.
"If you ever say someone is better than me again, I will make sure to fuck you so hard you will forget all their names and only remember mine. Now enjoy the ride, honey."
Poe's thrusts increased even more, moving you up and down simutaniously.
Your orgasm approached so fast, it was only mere minutes before it ripped through your body. Poe's orgasm came right after yours. He grabbed a rag and cleaned both of you up while you put your clothes back on.
Poe and you left the freighter, walking back to the Millennium Falcon as Finn approached
"Heyy, did you two finally got an agreement?" Finn asked, looking at you two.
"Yep. We uh- we came to an agreement that Anakin is better at..." you trailed off, looking at Poe who was looking back at you expectantly.
"He is better with his lightsaber than Rey. I mean- come on, Anakin got training and Rey didn't, right? Having powers without getting trained is no right to call themselves a Jedi, right?" You chuckled nervously, your eyes flicking towards Poe for a split second.
"Damn, girl, you're really into the mood to fight anyone today, eh?" Finn laughed.
You glanced back to Poe, seeing him inhale heavily and closing his eyes briefly.
Noticing this, you quickly nudged Finn's shoulder, "Hey Finn, wanna finish our Dejarik round? I beat Poe, but the others are still in it." you urged him.
"Alright. Let's do this." Finn agreed casually and started walking.
You walked closely beside him, looking over your shoulder to see Poe shooting you another warning and his expression turning dark.
Oh no...
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#miguel o’hara blurbs#jake lockely x reader#jake lockley x reader#miguel o'hara smut#miguel o’hara#miguel o’hara smut#nathan bateman x reader#orestes x reader#poe dameron x reader#steven grant x reader#oscar isaac#oscar isaac x reader
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THE HEART OF A SHIP
a/n: this fic is a result of wine and rewatching the force awakens. honestly my brain always short circuits whenever oscar isaac comes on screen. so i had to do something. it was meant to be small, but i literally couldn't stop writing so it became this. it's an idea that has been lingering in my head for awhile, i just had to let it simmer for a bit. and now it's fully cooked.
summary: you and poe were inevitable. two asteroids set on a course to crash into one another. a celestial event that would happen whether you wanted it or not. you just never expected it to happen so soon.
word count: 3.4k+
pairing: poe dameron x f!reader
warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, alcohol consumption, love confessions sort of??, poe being romantic as fuck, p in v sex, guided masturbation, biting, sex in an x-wing, sex in a public place, unedited but we live and die by the fucking pen.
Intoxicating.
That was the only way you’d describe him. The only word that ever did him justice. He was the human embodiment of an Antakarian Fire Dancer. You got hammered on it one year after two glasses of the amber liquid, proceeding to forget half the night yet eager for more. Nothing could describe the man before you better. It simply wouldn’t do him justice. He was the itch beneath your skin that you could never satisfy, the reason you stood there now.
A glass of that amber liquid in both hands.
He’d disappeared from the celebration. An hour in from congratulations and happy faces, you watched him leave when no one was looking. And you did nothing to stop it. You knew he wasn’t one to relish in the joys of battle well done. Always intent on focusing towards the next thing—the next fight. It’s how you knew Leia would make him General, why he was so good at leading, at keeping the people he loved safe.
“Leaving without saying goodbye is rude, you know.”
He jumped slightly where he stood, his back to you, a holopad in one hand and a tool in the other. Of course he’d be here, fixing his X-Wing in silence. His own little ritual. You couldn’t count how many times you found him here after a fight, finalizing the last few checks before he caught some sleep. If he slept at all. Poe always seemed to be on the move no matter the time of day—a constant in the Resistance even when everyone else seemed to have lost faith.
“I said goodbye,” he joked, head turning slightly to see you come around, the holopad getting traded for a glass. “Just couldn’t see you in the crowd.”
You smiled. “You’re a shit liar Dameron.”
“I know.” He took a sip, winced, and laughed—the sound practically lighting you up inside. Igniting you like a fucking lightsaber.
“What’s the damage report?”
“Nothing I can’t fix.” He glanced back at the scraped up hunk of metal he loved more than anything. The amount of care he put into keeping her going was admirable—if a little insane at times.
But he was right. The damage was nothing he couldn’t fix.
“Are you sure you don’t need help?” The smile still played on your lips, eyes alight and aiming to start something you wanted him to finish.
Poe caught onto it quicker than you expected. He could see it before you followed him out of the celebration. A promise that lingered in the air from months of longing looks and timid words. Something inevitable and real. So much so that you were willing to bet everything that he felt exactly the same way you did.
You wanted each other. That was clear from day one. But doing something about it became difficult when war was a constant and lives were put in peril on the daily. Poe didn’t want to leave you broken beyond repair if he never made it back. Just as you didn’t want to do the same to him.
The fucked up thing about it though was Poe would mourn you either way. He’d live his life half a man if you never graced him with your presence again. If you weren’t around to smile at him from across rooms and laugh at his shitty jokes. He was pretty sure he’d already started. Being away from you was like a poison he constantly had to take, a pain he didn’t want to endure. And if it were up to him…he’d choose you every time.
No matter the consequences.
“You ever been in an X-Wing before?” he asked, trying to see past the bits and pieces of the ache that hurt you both.
You rolled your eyes and Poe felt his chest tighten. “You know I haven’t. I’m not pilot material.”
“Sounds like bantha shit to me starlight.”
The name you’d heard so many times before echoed differently to you now. You wanted to break through its meaning and find the promise within. The antidote to this fucking ache that stuck to your chest. You wanted to rip it out and grind it up. You wanted to finally take what you desired, relish in the feel of calling him yours without the pain of knowing what came next. The both of you were trying to save your emotions—protect yourselves—but there was no use.
Poe had found a home in your heart and he was there to stay.
“Come with me.”
When it came to him you had no choice but to listen, following dutifully behind in a haze of want. He climbed up the ladder on the side of his ship, plopping down into the seat with the grace of a pilot who’d done it a million times before. The movement now muscle memory at this point. Whereas you clambered up—buzzed on one drink—nearly falling into the cockpit. He grabbed your arm at the last minute, helping you slowly maneuver your way in, until you were perched on this lap.
The seat was barely big enough to fit him let alone you as well. And yet…you’d never felt more comfortable. He pulled you back slightly, hands pressed to your hips, chest snugly placed against your back. With every intake and exhale of breath, you felt him move. Felt his body shift. If you focused, you knew you would be able to feel his heartbeat. The rhythmic thump you’d grown accustomed to.
“Now—“ He precariously balanced his glass on the dash. “Your hands go here.” Covering your hands with his, he showed you how he’d position himself if he were flying. The cold touch of the buttons and knobs beneath your fingers sent electricity up your spine. “These are to shoot.” Another shift. “And this is to aim.”
You sucked in a breath. “Seems complicated.”
“Not at all.” His fingers slid up your arm, chin coming to rest on your shoulder. You tried to remember how to take a single breath. “You just have to understand how the ship works. How she moves, what she likes.”
Your breath hitched, body leaning into him more, and finally you felt it. The wall holding both of you back crumbled to the ground. All that remained now was the will to finally do something about it. So you let his hands guide you, watching in anticipation as they moved to your own body, pressing your palms into your stomach.
“There’s always a heart of a ship,” he murmured, moving your hand down. “A pilot guiding the way.”
“Poe…”
"After all, we've got to guide the ship back home." A soft whimper left your lips, your nails digging into the meat of your thighs to contain yourself. If the cockpit of his ship wasn't so fucking small, you had no doubt you'd be spread on his lap, lips connected to his already.
He grinned, his lips brushing across the back of your neck. “For me…” He stopped right above the hem of your pants, your fingers aching to finally delve down further. “That’s always been you.”
The alcohol had all but burned out of your system from how warm you were. His touch guiding yours seemed to have lit something in the base of your stomach, causing it to spread outwards. And you needed more. Your head fell back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as he pressed your hand beneath the coarse fabric of your pants. The feeling of him cupping your mound—using you all the while—sent a jolt across your body; a soft moan falling free past your lips.
“Maker starlight,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire. “You’re so fucking wet.”
He wasn't wrong. You could feel yourself dripping the longer he spoke, his words affecting you more than you anticipated. Ever since you first met, Poe always held a power over you. A reminder that no matter how many times you tried to rid yourself of him, no matter what you did...he would remain burned into your soul. He'd be part of you until you drew your final breath in this galaxy.
"It's cause of you," you gasped, your fingers and his sliding through your slick. Running along the lips of your cunt, skimming past your clit entirely. "Oh—"
The scrape of his teeth along your neck nearly did you in entirely, the plea hanging off the tip of your tongue in anticipation. He was toying with you. Playing you like a fucking instrument and listening to your melody. Drowning in the sounds you made—the ones he dreamed of. If there was a life after this, a fated place he could go to rest, he'd want it to be here. Crammed into this cockpit with you on his lap, the feel of you sliding through his fingers and the echo of your voice breathing his name sweeter than the alcohol you had handed him earlier.
Poe would do whatever he could to make this moment last just a minute longer.
"Need you."
He kissed the junction where your neck and shoulder met, fingers still guiding yours through your own heat. "I know you do starlight. But you're gonna cum for me like this first." Your sweet little gasp ripped him a part. He had to squeeze his eyes shut to stave off nearly coming in his pants. "Let me guide you."
You nodded and spread your legs as wide as they could go in the cramped space. It wasn't very far, nor did it give him space to do what he really wanted to do to you, but it would have to do for now. The noise of the celebration in the distance only grew louder as people consumed more alcohol, the joy bleeding into the air. But you couldn't give a shit at that moment about why they were happy, or even what occurred before today.
You were lost to the depths that Poe pulled you into.
Heat spilled between your fingertips, a sticky mess starting between the two of you, but that seemed to only drive him forward. He pressed down, sliding your fingers into you with ease, his delving in right beside you—stretching you in a way that had your back arching. Wrapped his arm around your waist, he kept you still, his chin set on your shoulder and chest heaving with controlled breaths. A way for him to keep the last bits of his sanity as he felt your walls clamp around his fingers.
"Fuck baby," he grit between clenched teeth. "You really did need me huh?"
Nodding, you felt him press even further, fingers searching for something.
"You're gonna make a mess on me." Pumping his hand, he felt your body shudder—your mouth falling open as a ragged moan echoed in the ship. "Gonna take me so easily. I'll slip right in."
You burned from the inside out. A searing heat pulling tight across your body until you could nothing but fall into it. There was no fighting against that aching bliss, no running from what you wanted, what you dreamed of. Poe was intent on breaking you apart right there on his lap, and he'd watch with a smile on his face as you spilled yourself between the rough pads of his fingers. As you made a fucking mess on his lap.
"C'mon baby," he muttered, curling his fingers forward and nudging against something blinding. You cried out, hand grasping at his wrist to either pull him away or keep him right there. You couldn't tell at this point. And he smiled. "Is that it?" Rubbing against the spongy patch along your walls, he felt your entire body lock up, a whimpered sob breaking from your chest. "Yeah. That's fucking it."
You tried to warn him, his name a garbled echo of nonsensical letters on your tongue. But he already knew. His hand sped up, practically pushing your fingers out of the way as he gave you everything you wanted. Poe was certain that he wanted this more than you, that deep down he needed to know that you came because of him. That he was capable of turning you into a sobbing mess.
The echo of his pained grunt was loud in your ears, his hips pressing up into you to relieve the pressure of need he felt, and that's what did it. The knowledge that he was as gone as you were. That he had always wanted you.
Your walls fluttered around his fingers, a splintered moan falling past your parted lips as the pleasure spilled over. And he buried his face into your neck, a broken sound of his own muffled by your warm skin. He fought against finishing, biting into your shoulder as he worked you through your release. Adamant to make this last for you—to drag you to the Maker and back with a sated smile on your face.
Eventually you couldn't take it anymore, pleasure bleeding into pain, and you dragged his hand away. A breathless sigh of his name shooting right to his cock.
Without knowing it you had broken him for anyone else. Obliterated his ability to ever see someone the way he saw you.
You and your beauty. Your ability to render him speechless, breathless, and at your fucking mercy. For so long he was the ship lost in space with no sense of direction to lead him back to something real, a purpose. But then you settled into his heart. You became his pilot, guiding him through the never-ending void of space. You kept him afloat even as the weight of the galaxy threatened to drag him down, happy to watch him crash and burn in as so many others had done before.
"That was new," you giggled, hand reaching back to run through his hair.
He smiled, his heart twisting in his chest and fingers still covered in your slick coming to grip at your hips. "To think..." Pressing your ass down against his hard cock, he felt the breath hitch in your chest. "We could have been doing this the whole time."
"W-What a loss," you breathed, that now familiar all encompassing need filling your veins once more.
As if he knew your body so well already, he began to pull at your pants, helping you strip yourself to the best of your ability. The soft clinking of his belt echoed loudly in the cockpit and for a moment you were sure that people in the distance could hear it. But that thought quickly left your mind the second you felt the hot skin of his cock pressing against your lower back—his precum wet and sticky now smeared against your skin. Saliva filled your mouth, the ache pulling at your chest, clawing its way to the surface.
You didn't simply want him. That was too small of a word to explain the feeling in your body. You breathed for him. You lived for him. Poe was the blood that streamed in your veins, the reason your heart beat the way it did. Because it beat for him.
"Say you want this," he grunted, grinding against your skin, his fingers digging in harder than before. Until blood nearly pricked at the surface.
"Yes." The word was out of your mouth before he could even finish speaking. "Maker, I've wanted this for so long."
A growl hit your ears, his nose pressed into your back as he lifted you slightly, and you felt like you would rip to shreds if he didn't hurry. The head of his cock pressed against your entrance, sliding into you with slippery ease. And you pressed back against him, desperate to feel him sink into you fully. To be stretched out around his cock. Poe choked on his breath when your warm heat encompassed his throbbing length so suddenly, nearly throwing him off the edge entirely.
"Fuck starlight. You're gonna have to give me a second."
Your lips curled up into a grin. "Yes, General."
For a moment Poe could only process the breaths he took, the word entering his already blank mind. It wasn't until a searing heat shot up his spine at the sound of his title leaving your lips, did he fully understand. His hips pushed up into you, forcing him to sink just a bit deeper. You clutched at the side of the ship, your eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. The position had him pressing right along your walls, the underside of his cock grinding blissfully against you.
"I used to think you had no idea." He pushed you up slightly until his cock was halfway out and he glanced down, moaning at the sight of him covered in your slick. Only to pull you back down hard. Your choked cry was like music to his ears. "Didn't know what you do to me. How my whole fucking body belonged to you."
"Poe—"
He repeated the movement, smiling at the noises that came free. "But I was wrong."
A pressure quickly built in the base of your stomach, threatening to destroy you. And you chased it. Meeting his thrusts, you fucked yourself on his cock, hands pressed to the dash in front of you and back arched to find the perfect angle that made your toes curl in your boots. Ragged breaths filled the space, accompanied by broken moans and stunted grunts. Each one louder than the last as you both took and took and took, until the very edge of bliss mounted in your bodies.
He gripped the back of your neck, hand fisting at your hair as he pulled you back roughly against his chest. And you fell into it. Whining his name when he grinded up slowly, your walls clamped down around his cock. You could barely see straight through the burn of tears that glazed your eyes, a fucked out expression painted perfectly on your face. And Poe wished he could see you from where he was, catch a glimpse of the way your eyes rolled back, neck on display for him to bite.
"You know exactly what you do to me, starlight." His mouth fell open in a silent moan when his balls drew up painfully, cock throbbing along your walls. He quickly shoved his hand into your slick, fingers locating your clit with ease.
"Maker—" You heard him bite out your name like a prayer he couldn't get out fast enough. A plea for you to give him everything you had, everything that made you who you were. "I'm— Fuck I-I'm—"
"Yes," he groaned, using his other hand to cup your chin and pull your lips to his. Finally kissing you after years of dreaming it would happen. "Fucking give it to me baby."
His tongue licked into your mouth, swallowing every sound you made with ease. The feel of his lips against yours shoved you towards your release. A muffled cry of his name echoing in his mouth as your body went taut, thighs quaking as you gushed on his cock. He choked, mouth open and panting against yours, following you instantly and spilling into your cunt—filling you until you were sure it was dripping out of you and gathering at the base of him.
"Yours," he sighed against your lips, thumb running along the top of your cheek. "'M yours."
The twist of your heart brought you down from your high, your eyes fluttering open as he stared at your kiss swollen lips, the way his spit smeared along your bottom one. You expected him to take it back once he slipped out of you. Surely this was nothing but a dream, a moment in time that may never happen again. But in his eyes you saw devotion. You saw the inevitable future that was always bound to happen.
"Me too."
He smiled, nose brushing against yours. "Guess we're stuck with each other starlight."
"That doesn't sound too bad to me, General."
He tsked under his breath, fingers coming to grip your chin—brown eyes flashing up to meet your gaze. "You're causing trouble."
You grinned, grinding on his softened cock that was still buried deep in you. "And if I am?"
The feeling of his cock twitching inside you, slowly growing hard with interest. "Hands on the controls baby." He nipped at your bottom lip. "You know what to do."
A soft flutter filled your stomach as you followed his direction. Taking the lead in a dance that you were now familiar with. With Poe everything came with ease, as if you'd gone through it with him hundreds of times over. And guiding him home was just the beginning.
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OUT OF TOUCH [Ch. 5]
(Poe Dameron x AFAB!reader)
warnings: mentions of someone getting verbally assaulted and beat (not reader); also a man in his sassy era
author’s note: I post on ao3 first!! :)
MINORS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DON’T INTERACT
word count: ~2.7k
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It had been a day or so past the incident where you had assaulted Poe, and it was just within the past few hours that you could actually look him in the eyes while either of you talked. The entire aftermath had been horrifying for you thus far, and if you think about it for too long, you cringe. To occupy yourself, you asked if it was possible to get your hands on a decommissioned ship and tinker around with it. When the request was approved, you felt joy you hadn’t felt since escaping from the Order. You didn’t want to complain, but it was hard to be happy when the same nightmare woke you up every night.
Which is why you’re now crouching on the floor of the hanger, situated under a wing, and trying your hardest to do something to it. It’s been a few hours since you first got it, and it was getting to the point where the thought of quitting replaced any other thought in your mind given nothing was budging. Maybe they did this intentionally.
As your wrench slips off of the bolt again, you let out a groan. Your mood is only exacerbated when you hear footsteps fall behind you, and you close your eyes in waiting to hear whatever he is going to say.
Poe snickers, “You know, it would probably be easier to take the entire thing apart compared to whatever you’re trying to do.”
You shoot a glare behind your shoulder to your newly appointed guard and find a grin beginning to lift the corners of his mouth. With a small shake of your head, you go back to your attempt at getting this bolt out. To at least have one success today.
“I guess I’ve been thinking wrong about your role with the Resistance. All this time, I thought you were just a glorified lap dog, but apparently, you’re a droid as well.” The wrench slips off of the bolt again and you let your arm weakly fall to your side as you rub your temple with your free one.
There’s a silence filled with the sounds of the hanger before Poe responds, “I know you probably think that’s an insult, but droids are super useful.”
A small laugh escapes you and you take the rejuvenation as a chance to continue trying to take out a bolt, but the wrench still won’t catch its curves. Throughout your entire time sitting next to this machine, you’ve done nothing but move to different sections with each failed attempt at even taking it apart. You take the hint with a sigh, deciding to call it quits. With a grumble, you toss the wrench down and slide a hand down your face in exasperation.
“And you know, that’s what I’ve been trying to do, but all of these stupid bolts are practically stripped.” You turn your head to where he’s standing behind you, cooly sipping the caf he just came back with. After a moment of just watching you, he takes another sip while walking, then crouches next to you to get a better look. He hums after appraising it and stands back up.
“Yeah, they’re definitely stripped all right. I would help, but I don’t have the upgrades yet to take those kinds of bolts out.” He lifts his hands and makes a turning motion starting with his wrists, mimicking a droid. You roll your eyes.
“I could go get a buddy of mine for a price.” A smile begins to lift the corners of his lips, with you fighting the one on your own that wants to match his. It physically pained you that you were on the cusp of giving him the satisfaction of laughing at his behavior again, but you cave, your face getting warm with the effort of holding it in.
You let out an airy chuckle, “I’m afraid the only thing I have to offer here is a cup of caf. Other than that, you’re out of luck.”
“Then I’m in luck because I was just starting to run out.” He shakes his cup so you can hear its nearly empty sloshing.
You stand up from your crouch to be closer to his height than you were and motion to the cup, “Didn’t you just come back with that?”
He shrugs, “...So, do you want me to get BB?”
You shake your head, “No, this thing is out of commission anyway. I was just using this to give me something to do.” Poe’s eyebrows begin to pull together and he opens his mouth as if he wants to talk, but nothing comes out.
“Actually…this is one of our backup fighters.” Your mouth falls open slightly in disbelief. There’s no way this hunk of junk has any chance of going up against a First Order fighter.
“You’re lying–” You cross your arms across your chest, “I specifically asked for a decommissioned ship. Why would you guys give me a backup fighter?”
“Maybe people are starting to trust you,” he shrugs again and takes another sip from his cup.
You point back at B-wing that has rust flaking off of it with every breath of a breeze that comes into the hangar. “That thing is hardly near the condition to be put into battle. It’s basically a death trap.”
“I wouldn’t say it’s a death trap, necessarily.” He hands you his now-empty cup, which you take without questioning, and lifts himself to get into the cockpit. “Look.” He says, but now you start to question his decisions.
“Wha–Poe…” You step closer to him, your head now at where his feet are dangling as he shimmies in.
You gawk at him, “That is definitely not safe. Get down.”
He shoots you an amused look when he’s seated, “You said I sounded like a droid and now here you are sounding like a mother.” You purse your lips in aggravation. The nerve of this guy. B-wings aren’t something to play with.
“Someone clearly needs the influence if they’re attempting to fly a machine of certain death.”
He laughs and playfully rolls his eyes, “You know, you’re pretty funny. Maybe not as funny as me, but you’re up there.” Your eyebrows pull together, and you try to get a response, but he’s lifted into the air before you’re able to.
At the sound of the engine struggling to start, you take a few paces back on the off-chance the engine explodes and you wince at the noises it lets out once it comes alive.
Out of nowhere, someone steps in front of the fighter to direct him out and you mumble expletives under your breath. He’s going to get himself killed. With a sigh, you run over to the person, shouting, “Hey! What are you doing? This thing isn’t cleared for take-off!”
“It is if I’m standing in front of it. I’m only here because it was cleared.” She continues to direct Poe with the sticks in her hands, backing up slowly. You step away too and throw the cockpit a look of utter confusion as Poe just waves at you. In return, you twirl your index finger by your forehead mouthing ‘You’re crazy.’
He laughs, pumping his fist excitedly. You stand there until he’s out of the hangar completely, making enough space for when he decides to take off, which he quickly does–a plume of white smoke following him. You stare up at the sky as he recklessly does tricks and flips, the rest of the people outside also stopping what they’re doing to watch him. You look around at all of the people you know are stroking his ego and you shake your head. With a sharp turn, you walk back into the hangar and throw the cup you’ve been holding into the trash before walking back to your room.
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Little time passes before you hear the door to your room open, and you look from your point on the bed to the strutting man who walks in with shameless confidence. With an unamused grunt, you turn your attention back to the holopad and the manual pulled up for the B-wing starfighter.
“Did you have fun?” You don’t spare a glance at him as he sits down next to your legs.
“Proving you wrong? Absolutely.” You give him a quick unimpressed look before going back to your reading material.
He leans in a little, not being able to help himself from being nosey. “What are you reading?”
“I’m just further cementing the idea that what you did was reckless and dangerous and the people here need to stop enabling you.”
He laughs, “If everyone were to do that, they’d lose the best pilot in the galaxy.”
Your eyebrows pull together and put your attention on him, “Is that what you call yourself?”
He leans away from you and it looks as if he puffs out his chest before he responds, “It’s what I’m known for.”
You give an amused huff, drawing your eyes back to the pad, “Clearly must be the reason why I had never heard of you and your tricks before I switched sides.”
“Ouch.” He fake winces and grips the middle of his chest, the fabric of his shirt wrinkling in his hand. Seeing he didn’t get your attention, he releases his chest and leans down to where his elbows rest on his knees. A comfortable silence stills between you, the only other sound heard being the two of your breathing and the slide of your finger up the holopad as you scroll.
Just as you’re beginning to melt into your bed since Poe’s arrival, he ruins the silence with his agitating, grating voice. “I wasn’t done with that caf, by the way.”
You drop the holopad to your chest, the clap of it hitting your chest echoing the walls. “It was empty.”
He hums, “I could’ve kept using it.”
You tsk and roll to your side, facing the wall and pulling up the manual again. Unbeknownst to you, Poe’s eyes trail to the exposed skin from where your shirt is pulled against your mattress, a deep need filling his body to just touch it and slide his hands up and down your back. He wanted to know what it felt like as he held you, to rest his head in the place where your neck meets your shoulder…know what sound you would give him if he licked there. The twitch of his cock interrupts his thoughts and he stands up with a harsh cough. You look over your shoulder with concern, “Are you okay?”
“My throat’s a little dry with the reminder you threw my cup away. I’m gonna go grab something.” He goes to leave in a hurry to hide his quickly wakening problem.
“General Leia made a poor choice to have you as my guard. You don't do it very well,” you say, a hint of disapproval in your voice.
“I didn’t ask for this position,” he snaps, so you can either join me or shut up.” At his words, he can hear the rustle of your sheets as you turn, and he can only imagine the look you’re giving him right now. If he wasn’t overstimulated at the prospect of you finding his dick hard, he’d probably laugh.
“Okay, fine…Maker.” He takes a quick glance at you as you slide up into a sitting position to grab your shoes at the end of the bed and put one on. “I guess it’ll be my job to save yours,” you grumble.
As you put on the other one, he looks away from you and subtly tucks his issue under his waistband, hoping you’re still fooling with your shoes. Gliding a hand down his middle and past his waistline, he tries to check to see if anything is visible. He releases a low sigh of relief at his check, and the huge weight of anxiety leaves his body when he looks back at you and sees you’re just now standing up, mumbling under your breath as you glare at the floor.
As expected, you shoot him the same glare you just killed the floor with and he receives it with a smile. Your eyes flit across his face, perplexed at his sudden mood change.
“You give me whiplash,” you say with a tone of irritation, walking past him and out of the door. He quickly follows, the sound of the set of your feet hitting the floor echoes in the hall of the base as he smiles to himself. There are only a few paces done before he responds.
“The feeling’s mutual, sweetheart,” he rubs at the places where your hands connected to his chest a few days ago, “I can still feel the whiplash you gave me right here.” With the last sentence, he decides that instead of rubbing at the spots, he should point at them with his index fingers and make a sort of puppy frown face as he does so. You take a look at him from the corner of your eye and shake your head.
“Don’t remind me,” you briefly close your eyes to will the memory of the interaction away. You couldn’t believe he gave you the option to stay in your room and still decided to go with him anyway. As if to dig into the ever-growing wound, he doesn’t let up.
He gives a dry laugh and claps both of his hands on your shoulders, lightly shaking you as the two of you walk, “Trust me, I’m never letting you live that down.”
You reciprocate his laugh in a more mocking manner and slide his hands off of your shoulders, “I never expected you to. That would require you to be a little more mature.”
He’s silent for a moment.
“To be fair, you’re not the first one to have shoved me based on a rumor, so maybe I should just add you to my story list and call a truce.” You nod while he pauses, “But that wouldn’t be fun. It brightens my day to see Miss Former Commander embarrassed.” He grins as he waits for your response while staring at your face.
You only look at him blankly before you go back to looking straight ahead.
He sighs dramatically, “Okay, okay, I get the point. I’ll leave it for another day.” Silence hangs between the two of you momentarily before he breaks it, “Sorry for snapping at you, there’s…not really an excuse for it...” He trails off and rubs the nape of his neck while looking at the floor.
The two of you get to the doors of the cafeteria and you face him, “Water under the bridge. It’s pretty mild compared to the things I’m used to.” You offer a light smile to show him that you’re okay, especially his apology bandage helping heal the horror. He reciprocates your smile and gives a single nod. The two of you stare at each other, the break in the conversation making you slightly awkward before you hear a crowd shouting in the caf. Your smiles turn into concern just as you trigger the doors.
When they open, your attention is immediately drawn to a crowd that is situated in the middle of the room, three people being surrounded by it as several encourage whatever is happening. You tsk and relax, your thoughts of something more serious going on puffing out of existence.
There’s either an arm wrestle or some kind of food-related bet going on, you think. As you both walk towards the commotion, it becomes more evident that a fight is happening rather than a tame bet, the sounds of flesh meeting flesh and a lone groan coming from the middle of the crowd.
You and Poe exchange a concerned look again and the two of you push through the crowd. The people you shove past hurl nasty insults to whoever is being attacked; some along the lines of ‘You don’t belong here,’ ‘You’re going to get everyone here killed,’ ‘You’re a waste of resources.’ As you hear each one, you bristle more and more as you know exactly who such kinds of insults would be used against. When you break past the last line of people surrounding the three, your fears are confirmed.
Denel is being attacked.
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I need to bring this gif back oh my goddd
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Falling Slowly: Poe Dameron x Reader Teaser
Rating/Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, NSFW or lots of strong angst, loss of soulmate, portrayal of crippling grief, major character death (it’s all cool tho in the end), yearning, violence, language, smut (in the actual one-shot, not the teaser)
The alarms in the Falcon blared at him. He could hear nothing else, see nothing else out of the cockpit but fire and smoke and cloud cover streaming by far too fast. Commander Poe Dameron— supposedly the best pilot in the galaxy— was flying a dead ship, and it was hurtling in an uncontrollable dive toward a body of crystal-blue water. This was it. He really was going to crash and burn here. The ship might survive, but Poe would die slowly as life support failed.
And you were still out there.
You, his soulmate. The love of his life. His stars, his breath, his reason why. Incinerated just days ago in battle, a noble sacrifice that saved hundreds of lives. He’d witnessed it. Had refused to believe it until he’d returned to D’Qar with the fleet and the refugees you had saved that day and had started asking for you.
General Organa’s expression haunted him. He saw no hope in her dark eyes as she delivered the killing blow. “...She’s gone, Poe.”
Poe had denied it. Poe hadn’t believed it. Even though your homing beacon was dead, no light emanating from it to show that you had survived the impossible. The last coherent thought Poe had remembered was a grief so powerful, so overwhelming, that he had fallen to his knees and screamed. He wasn’t sure for how long. Long enough to lose his voice. Long enough to be dragged off to the medbay, where he fought doctors to leave him alone. All he’d wanted to do was put a blaster to his head.
You were gone.
Just like that.
As if you’d never existed.
He couldn’t take it. It wasn’t like losing a friend to battle. He’d lost a part of him, his other half. The grief was enough to drive him mad. He was isolated. He destroyed things. He was tied down. He thrashed until he dislocated a wrist. Begging for an end. Begging for someone, anyone, to send him to you.
And then came the numbness.
It was terrifying. He felt nothing. He didn’t eat. He didn’t sleep. He didn’t drink water. He just… laid there. Pale, dark bags under his eyes and a monotone face, hair everywhere and hollow eyes staring at the ceiling as he mentally begged for someone to wake him up from this nightmare. As he begged for it all to end and death to take him.
And then your homing beacon lit up.
You were alive. Or maybe it was a trick. Maybe he imagined the light pulsing from the bracelet’s amulet. He didn’t care. He’d wrestled himself out of those restraints with enough strength to nearly deglove a hand, regardless of the pain. In the medbay-provided clothes, dirty and torn, he’d snuck off, and commandeered the Millennium Falcon. He didn’t care that it was undergoing serious repairs, that it might not survive hyperspace or entering an atmosphere. It didn’t matter. He could fly anything.
But not without you.
And that led him here. Where the Falcon proved to be in such horrible condition that even he couldn’t save it. He’ll crash in this water, and there’s no hope of escaping. He’ll have sunk to crushing depths before he could so much as open the hatch, if the ship isn’t torn apart on impact.
“I’m sorry,” He said in a broken voice, his eyes locked not on the chaos outside the transparisteel windows, but instead on a worn picture on the dashboard. Your wedding picture, the happiest day of your lives. A day that seems too far away, now, as even just the happiness of the memory is unreachable. “I’m sorry, baby. I-I can’t do it. I can’t pull up…” He refused to look up. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the sea rapidly speeding up to meet the crashing ship. Tears streamed down his face. Did he imagine it, the light that even still glows from the homing beacon on his wrist? Or are you really somewhere on this planet, waiting for his rescue, which you have no way of knowing will ever come?
This lifetime, the next, he didn’t care. Ten thousand years mean nothing in the grand scheme of the universe. He would find you. No matter how long it took. He’d never stop looking, for as long as his soul was part of the cosmos. “I’ll find you,” He grabbed the picture and held it close to his chest. “I’ll find you, I promise. No matter how long it takes. Someday… I’ll find you.”
Poe’s entire body jolted as the Falcon slammed full-force into the ocean’s surface.
And then, there was nothing.
“Oh my god!” Captain Poe Dameron shouted as he sat straight up, covered in a cold sweat that he couldn’t explain. Wildly, he looked around, trying to shake off the dream-haze of his nightmare. All around he saw the blinking lights of the unfamiliar cockpit and the rush of water against a cracking windshield, until his surroundings slowly returned to those of his officer quarters. “Fuck…” He breathed, swinging his legs off the cot. His dog tags swung wildly against his bare chest at the sudden movement.
Thirty-two years old, and he’d been having this same dream for as long as he could remember. As a child, growing up in Florida, no therapist could explain it, although they tried. As a teenager, he had blown them off. As an adult, even as a captain in the United States Air Force, he still had no explanation for it.
He tried to catch his breath. Just a dream… Just a dream… But why? The very same nightmare for thirty-two years in a row, no details altered, no change at all? Why? What was the reason? And why did the sight of the young woman in the photos always leave him shaken and in tears? Who was she? He was certain– more than– that he had never seen her in his entire life.
So... where did she come from?
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