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melodygatesauthor · 10 months

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Birthday Cake

Poe Dameron X f!Reader

Not Beta Read - A (very very belated) birthday gift for @campingwiththecharmings

Thank you for being such a good friend to me since the very beginning of my time on this site and for always being so supportive. I hope you like this and know that I love you dearly ❤️

Summary

It's your birthday, and even though the party is over, your boyfriend Poe still has a surprise in store for you.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, soft Poe Dameron, fluff and smut, food (frosting), birthday fic, pwp, established relationship, p in v creampie, bad jokes, Poe being Poe, reader is not coded

Word Count: 1.4k

You knew that Poe was good at surprises, but seeing him when you got out of the shower wearing nothing but some strategically placed frosting on his nipples was far from what you expected. You raised an eyebrow and pursed your lips. He had that playful smirk on his face that let you know you were in for a fun time. It was good to know that even after the years you’d been together, he always managed to keep things interesting.

“Remember when I told you not to fill up on birthday cake tonight?” He asked as you slowly approached him.

“Yeah…” you stopped right in front of him, “I thought you were insinuating I needed to lose a couple pounds.”

Poe broke out of his suave demeanor into a laugh that he couldn’t contain.

“Baby, you know I always like what I see,” he bit his lip and looked you up and down, “thought you knew me better than that.”

He walked up to you, seeming to make a point of swinging his hips more than necessary. When he got closer, he leaned in slowly, pressing a soft, delicate kiss against your lips. A heavy breath escaped you when you went in for more, adding your tongue to the mixture, needing desperately to taste him.

You felt his hands roaming over your body over the towel. He untucked it from around your breasts and let it drop to the floor before pulling you against his chest. You gasped, pulling back from the kiss and staring at him incredulously.

“Poe I just took a shower,” you said, trying to push him back, “I don’t want to get all–”

He interrupted with his lips over yours again, to which you gave up finally and melted into him, letting yourself give in to the moment. He lifted you by your rear, carrying you over to the bed and laying you down before crawling over you. He was so fucking handsome, dark locks falling into his glimmering eyes while he looked at you like nothing else in the galaxy existed. He dipped down, brushing his nose along yours. You could feel the frosting between your chests, smearing all over your skin.

“Was gonna let you clean me up first but…changed my mind sweetheart.”

He moved his lips to your jaw, moaning hungrily. You arched your body upward into his, feeling the warmth of his skin enveloping you. He moved his gentle kisses down your neck, over your collarbone and to your left breast where some of the frosting had transferred from his body to yours. You watched him lap some of the sweet, pink confection off your nipple before closing his mouth on it, flicking his tongue over the peak.

You gasped, reaching one hand up to grab the back of his head while the other gripped the sheets for dear life. You felt Poe’s hand slide over yours, interlocking his fingers with you as he continued his work over your tit. He was messy, slurping and sucking every bit of the frosting on your pebbled skin.

“Mm,” he hummed, looking up at you, “now you really are my sweet girl, aren’t you baby?”

You couldn’t answer, you were too wrapped up in the pleasure that his mouth afforded you, but you still nodded and groaned to show your enjoyment. He moved to the other breast, mumbling something into your sternum on the way over about how he couldn’t let that one feel left out. You felt his thumb brush over the side of your hand, and you felt comfort in his embrace.

“P-Poe…” you whined, squeezing his hand tightly.

He kissed his way back up to your lips. His tongue tasted so sweet as he melted his mouth into yours again. It was as though his cock knew right where your hole was when he lined himself up between your legs. You felt the gentle prod of his precum-slick head, testing your hole to make sure you were ready.

“Couldn’t let you spend your birthday without smothering you in some sweet loving could I?” He bit his lip, looking at you amusedly.

Slowly he slid into you, the delicious drag of his cock giving you waves of pleasure immediately as he bottomed out completely. You both expelled a breathy sigh into the room. He brought his hips back until only the tip remained before he thrusted forward even harder this time. You whimpered in response to the ache of his size. You never quite seemed to get used to that stretch.

“Oh that’s right baby, love hearing those sounds coming from your pretty lips,” he moaned into another kiss as he continued his rhythmic pace, “don’t stop, wanna hear you.”

You complied, making sure he knew exactly how you felt with every cry he forced out of your parted lips while pounding deep into your core. He leaned back and swiped some of the frosting off of his chest, sliding two thick, deliciously coated fingers in your mouth.

“Clean that up for me sweet girl, get them nice and clean.”

You sucked on Poe’s fingers while he fucked you, feeling how hard he got inside your cunt as you swirled your tongue around him. He lurched forward on the next forward snap of his hips, grabbing onto your jaw. He kept his fingers in your mouth while he pressed his lips against your ear. A low rumbling groan came from Poe’s chest.

“Fuck, suck those fingers like you’d suck this cock baby,” he said in a breathy rasp.

You closed your lips around his extremities and started bobbing your head back and forth. You loved the salty taste on the pads of his fingers while he fucked them over your tongue. Poe’s moans became deeper, and you felt him rolling his hips in a stronger, more even tempo. He started kissing the space right below your earlobe, stray curls brushing your cheek. You let out a breathy whine, feeling the way his lips sent an electric current over your entire body.

You slid your own fingers along his chest, grabbing some more of the frosting before mimicking his actions, popping them in his mouth and pushing his face up so he would look at you. He smiled around your fingertips, sticking his tongue in between your middle and forefinger. Your moan was muffled around him, feeling him slide his own digits deeper to the back of your throat.

“Fees sho goob,” Poe said in a tone laced with gravel and muffled by your fingers.

You groaned, closing your eyes and tossing your head back. Poe let his hand leave your mouth and wander past your throat and over your collarbone before clasping onto your breast. You moaned, dropping your hand out of his mouth as well, letting it travel down his chest and swirling the pad of your finger over his nipple in the thin layer of frosting still covering his skin.

He moved faster, choking out a heavy groan as your walls fluttered around his girth in response to the increased pace. His hips started snapping, and he leaned forward, nipping at your neck and then soothing your skin with his tongue. You heard that signature high-pitched whine escape him, letting you know he was close.

“Such a sweet girl, always so good to have you with me, to hear you, to feel you sweetheart,” he continued leaving soft kisses along the soft skin of your neck and throat, breath punching out of his lungs with every forward thrust.

“Yes, yes, you feel so good Poe,” you clenched your teeth and arched your back into him, “so-fucking-good-I—oh!”

“Oh that’s it baby, fuckthat’sitfuck!” He started moving faster, pounding his hips into you until you felt the gush of warmth spill out of him and into your cunt.

You threw your head back, filling the cabin with the moans and whines you knew he loved so much as your cunt crashed down in waves over his cock. He was still going, length pumping hot spurts into your greedy hole, painting your walls white. His voice was low and raspy as he came down from the high, pressing his forehead to yours

“Now, you’re like a sweet little pastry with a cream filling,” he said, laughing too hard at his own joke.

“Not funny,” you gave him a pity chuckle and rolled your eyes, “come on,” you tapped his side, “let’s go get in the shower.”

“Did you enjoy your cake?” He raised his eyebrow.

You tapped his nose, “coulda used more frosting...”

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ghostofskywalker · 1 year

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Bestieeeeee hi!! I’m sorry your semester’s been so rough 😔 sending all the love in the world your way, and I hope you have the best time ever with your writing!! ❤️❤️❤️

Could I request a Poe fic, maybe where it’s his or the reader’s first time seeing snow? Or maybe just a picnic in some nice weather, to celebrate spring FINALLY arriving lol. Whatever you’re feeling! 💗💗

thank you! i'm just trying to remember that it'll be over in a few weeks, and then summer will be here!

words: 660

summary: poe surprises you with a picnic.

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Spring Surprises

“Can I take this blindfold off now?” You had been wearing it for a concerningly long time, and the fact that Poe had just shown up at your quarters and practically demanded that you follow him was already a little concerning. When you left the base building and he handed you a blindfold, that confusion and concern grew tenfold.

“No, we’re not there yet!” Poe said. His tone was exasperated, but to his credit, you had basically just been asking him the same few questions the entire time. When you were flying your X-Wing against a battalion of First Order fighters you trusted your best friend with your life, right now you were a little worried about what was about to happen.

Although, given recent events, you weren’t sure if “best friend” was the correct title for Poe at this point. After a night of drinking and revelry with the other rebels had gotten out of hand, the two of you had shared a kiss in the hallway outside of your quarters, and you hadn’t really gotten the chance to discuss it yet. The feeling of his lips against yours was still so fresh in your mind, and you desperately wanted to know how he felt about you (and if things would be moving further) but you also didn’t want to be rejected. And honestly, being led through the woods outside the base with a blindfold over your eyes felt a little bit like all the rejection you needed. If he was going to tell you that he didn’t feel the same way, a simple message to your datapad would have sufficed.

The weather was nice at least. You could feel the sunlight on your skin and a soft breeze rustled through the area, running over your skin in a pleasing manner. You could hear the birds chirping and the sound of a nearby creek running, and decided that even if this day turned out to be terrible, at least the weather was nice. It had been too cold recently, and it hadn’t helped that you had recently gotten back from a mission on Hoth, so anything was nice compared to that climate.

After what felt like forever, you heard Poe tell you to stop and take the blindfold off. It took a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the light, and you almost couldn’t believe what you saw.

Laid out among a patch of lush grass, was a blue and white blanket, and the biggest basket you had ever seen in your life was laying on top of it. “What is all this?” you asked quietly, turning to Poe.

“I wanted to take you someplace nice for our first date,” he said bashfully. “But unfortunately we’re kind of stuck in a galactic war right now, so a full vacation was out of the question. The general helped me set this up though, and neither of us have to report to any kind of duty today.”

You were almost lost for words, but one of the things he said stuck out in your mind. “Our first date?”

“Yeah,” he responded. “Did you not want to-”

“No!” you said, cutting him off. “Poe, I like you more than anyone else here, and I definitely want to be on a date with you, I just thought you didn’t feel the same way when you didn’t say anything to me after the kiss.”

“I wanted to say something, but I also wanted to surprise you,” he said, reaching down to take your hand.

You leaned in close to place a kiss on his cheek before walking over to the blanket and sitting down. “I think you’ve successfully accomplished that, flyboy. Now, are you going to join me or am I going to sit here and enjoy this weather all by myself?”

The smile on his face grew even more as he sat down, and you never wanted this moment to end.

- the end -

#2023 spring ficlets 🐝#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron x gender neutral reader #star wars fanfiction #star wars x reader

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well-lets-go-write · 1 year

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The Bounty who captured me.

Summary: You, a Mandalorian Bounty Hunter, were sent to work for the First Order, in the hopes to help the survival of your coven, on an all to important mission you were sent to hunt down and find resistance members. To far into the First Order, you've become a hand in their destruction, but the force that bound the universe had other plans. All beginning on a desert planet.

Word count: 2197

Raitings: 18+ Mature for graphic Depictions of Violence.

Some of your first memories were that of Coruscant, the days spent entertaining the rich masses, senators and gangsters alike, though bound and shackled, the days were once full of wild abandon. Many nights spent in the comforts of two lifelong friends, the three of you bringing light, life and hope into each other's lives. But these days would be the shortest.

Many years would pass before those memories would resurface for you. In their place screams and wails of horror would conjugate and fester, birthing pain and suffering no one could bear. It all changed on Corellia, life for you had already been shattered, separated from those you held most dear, but at the precipice of defeat, an explosive interruption had the tides shifting.

An attack no one on the criminal planet was anticipating. An Armata, close to a full invasion. Soldiers like none you’d ever seen, but heard of in nightmares; they stormed the street, moving fast like blurs of white light, ransacking every building, killing so many on sight. From the moment the skirmish began you were in a state of focus and shock, every part of you burned despite the frozen air of the planet. Each attack felt like second nature, each evasion had you feeling weightless; something had sparked to life. It was a night that would be engraved in your memory, scorched like blaster wounds forever scaring you. The onslaught of death and destruction, all the pain you’d witnessed would become your motivation, your power. It was never a guarantee you’d survive, from the moment your transport left for Corellia you’d lost hope, and yet at the first opportunity you made your escape. Fueled by the rages of the past, nothing was going to stop you.

So close to freedom, the transport just out of reach, but you would never make it. A firing squad stood in your way, blasting down civilians and prisoners. Death had been looming over you for so long and now you were staring at it in the cold masked face. The things that transpired next changed the course of your life forever, but so many things would be trapped in your mind, images of this next locked away.

Your memory would always begin in the same place, in the midst of the invasion, the troopers who were only moments ago taking aim at you, now all of them lay dead, bodies contorted and pushed far back from where they started. Frozen where you stood, but not of your own volition, something rooted your feet to the ground. Your body trembled, the fear that was gripping at you was now wrapping itself around your consciousness, threatening to take hold and rip you apart. Your heart was pounding so loud in your ear’s your vision blurred, the last thing you saw became your waking nightmare, a superior trooper clad in chrome armor, an army striding behind them.

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Six years passed.

Six years of training, brutal, merciless fighting, battles that left you marred by imperfections. Tests and trials did you face, with each success those scars and battle born imperfections became markings of pride. With each passed trial the scars you were left with would be outlined, highlighted, branded with burning reds and blacks so dark no light could escape it. But your last test would prove to be the greatest challenge.

On Jakku.

A hefty bounty was placed on many, if not all the resistance members' heads. You were tasked to hunt them down, use their contacts against them, follow them to the ends of the galaxy, kill them all. The pursuit and attack was quick, the resistance pilot never suspecting them on their tail. The First Order’s presence wasn’t known until the stormtrooper's boots touched the ground. Slaughtering all that fought against them. You were last off the transport, Captain Phasma, who you've become quickly acquainted with, following in step beside you. The trooper’s were triumphant in finding the resistance informant, but it was clear even to the fledgling troops that the information was already shared.

“Look what’s come of your rebellion.” Your mask crackled out in a voice like broken glass. But the old man would not relent.

“Something far worse has happened to you.” His voice was kind, but held a tone that scribed his true feelings without him realizing.

“You know what I’ve come for.” Even through the mask you anger showed, the voice became more broken and disjointed from the beginning below its metal confines.

“I know where you came from.” The old man refused to back down, his strong will ever present.

“The map. We know you found it. And now you're going to give it to the First Order.” Random panicked villagers winced at the hiss of your mask.

“The First Order rose from the dark side. You. Did. Not.” All of his actions came to a head, his whole body stiffened, eyes becoming dark and sharp.

“You'll see their true power soon enough.” The crackling of your mask finally broke, twisting into a shrill broken sound.

“Try as you might. But you cannot deny the truth.” Like your mask his voice cracked, the overwhelming fear breaking through.

“You’re so right.”

Disappointed with the circumstance of the events you gave the signal, death would rain down on them; and yet someone still tried to stop them. The resistance pilot. He had stationed himself beyond the small village on a darkened sand dune, it seemed he’d worked himself into a vengeful stupor, his attempt did subdue them, but not for long. The pilot had fired a powerful blaster, he had to’ve been behind the dune burying himself in sand priming the weapon; all for a lackluster assault. The tracer of the blaster roared through the air, but you felt the heat and buzz before it got close to you, giving you ample time to move just out of the way even with your back slightly turned. Fear gripped the pilot, a moment too long, troopers surrounded him, capturing him. You took your time turning around, the build-up of fearful anticipation was all the more worth it when your masked gaze fell onto the pilot. The air of the planet was hot, burning even through the armor, but on nights of battle, the fires of war couldn’t warm the void of your heart.

Two troopers dragged the pilot to your feet, his expression was a twisted mangled look of anger and rage; yet when he looked up at you his resolve changed, a clarity came over him, then silence hung about the both of you.

The longer the moment dragged on the more confused the pilot became as you stood above, staring down at him. As he stared up at you his expression softened slightly, then he knitted his brows together, cocking one up. “So, who talks first? You talk first? I talk first?” His voice was not what you expected, nor did you anticipate his strong mind.

“The old man gave it to you.” Your mask had reset to its median of shattered static. But it did nothing to unnerve the polit.

“It’s just hard to understand you with all the….” He attempted to jabber on while gesturing with a nod of his head, but you refused him to continue, cutting him off. “Apparatus..” His voice still carried through however.

“Search him.” The order was given and executed swiftly, the two troopers held him in place while one searched.

“Nothing, Sir.” The signal trooper reported before returning in lines with the others.

“Put him on board.” Your voice was a growl, but the mask forced it out in a deep metallic sound. The troopers didn’t hesitate, grabbing the pilot up and moving him to the transport. You watched as the troopers dragged the pilot aboard the transport. Seeing the mission as a success, you began to head towards the ship, focused purely on the pilot, but were stopped by the Captain.

“Sir, the villagers?” Phasma asked facing your back, never missing a single detail.

“Kill them all.” Those words would replay in your mind, this night and the events that follow, all of it becoming a brand on your soul. A hum grew in your ears as you marched towards the ship, the faint sound of Phasma’s voice, “On my command. Fire.” The thump of your boots fell into a rhythm with the blaster fire, the screams of the innocent muffled by your own breathing, your heartbeat.

—

You didn’t see the prisoner again after that, aboard the star destroyer, you were paid the bounty as well as the promised goods for your coven.

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On the Dreadnought the heads of your coven reside, you were indoctrinated fully before your leaders, guided through your trials by your Armorer.

In the beginning of your trials you bore only the clothes they found you in; with each test came promise of more, with each success came spoiles. Like the scars you were left with, at the end of each trial there was a ceremony, the Armorer would regale you in armor, furs and cloth taken from battle. As a new Mandalorian you were given a name, UrVa. As a Mandalorian you bore armor taken from battle, skulls decorated a belt slung around your hips, the rope that bound the bone and cloth to your body was the last remnant of your past. But the metal of your mask, your armor, and weapons were the same as the others, Beskar. Now you stand side by side with the others of your coven, tall and proud.

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The war was heating up, every planet and system was weary and on edge, always on the lookout for an attack, prepared for the absolute worst. This had many Mandalorians in action, many were fighting, both sides and many neutral parties. Your coven however was playing a long game. Survival. The system your coven resided in the most had been under siege for years, it's prime long in the past with the clone wars. The coven was spread thin, many having made backdoor deals for goods and supplies, many lost to battle. The leaders were quickly deciding to regroup and hide. A select few were still sent out, You being one of them. After the ceremony, you and the four others were briefed on a plan of escape by the coven heads. The peoples of the planet needed to seek refuge, but under cover. The five of you were sent out, one to each major system, and you were sent back to the First Order in hopes to dupe the fledgling empire and keep any wandering eyes off your coven.

On Starkiller with General Hux and Captain Phasma, you stood with them during the planetary execution of the Republic system. The General’s long, overdrawn speech left your ears ringing, the pale man’s voice gravelly yet shrill. The cheers of the stormtroopers morphed together into a single sound; a booming heartbeat. It thumped at your feet, vibrating threw your body, rattling your bones and boiling your blood.

But it all fell silent, before the troops could quiet, you felt it. The deep internal rumble of the artificial planet, the maga-structure you stood on roaring to life. It was so slow, the burning light of the star collector, the charge up, the discharge, all of it happened too slow, too much detail was taken in, the red light of the tracer blinding everyone even through their masks. From the platform it appeared, exploding from the horizon, the shockwave trembling over the thousands of First Order. It was death.

Without reason, fear, so much fear, it rushed you all at once, before the blast left the Supreme weapon, before the tracer of mass energy would reach its target. You felt the fear of the system that was about to face ultimate death. ‘Would they know?’ ‘Would they even have time to fear?’ ‘Would they question what awaited them?’ Waves of fear hit you, like a drowned rat struggling against the surf, gasping at every chance. For every set of eyes that gazed upon the tracer as if shot through space, rushing towards attack, waves of carnal fear struck you like lashes from a whip. Tears rolled from your eyes against your will, falling into and past your mask. ‘Are they there?’ ‘Could they escape?’ Thoughts and concerns that came too late.

Anguish, suffering, fear, millions staring in the face of obliteration, inescapable death. All of it You felt. The pain had you dizzy, nearly grasping onto Phasma, but you didn’t, you turned on your heel and stormed away, back into the cold metal base, somehow finding comfort in the military base.

In your quarters you found solace in the minimalistic room, peace in the forced silence and solitude. There you meditated, losing yourself in the pursuit of answers, but your mind wandered, flashes of the past and people long gone swarmed at your mind. Fighting back the malice and anguish, you focused on the present, but your head was in a spin, the emotions that had been rocking you that whole cycle finally taking you down, the unconscious void swallowing you in an instant.

And it begins. I hope yall enjoyed the first part!

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ellayuki · 2 years

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04052022 - Star Wars

May the Fourth Be With You!

“General,” Poe says, a bit sing-songy, sometime after dusk. Finn rolls his eyes with what he knows for sure is a fond smile. (Rey rolls hers with a mock gag, which, rude.)

Finn lowers his shiny, new lightsaber. “General.” It flickers bright, electric blue before he turns it off. “Did you need me for something?”

Poe would like to tell him exactly what he needs him for, right now, and also yesterday, and five years from now. He bites his tongue, though. (Rey gags again, though it sounds more on the real side this time. Serves you right, he thinks her way, if you’re reading my mind.) “I was just coming to see if you’re done for the day, it’s almost dinner time.”

Finn nods, then turns to Rey with a raised eyebrow. “Yes,” she sighs, and puts away her own lightsaber. “Yes, alright, we’re done today. Let’s go eat.”

#star wars #finnpoe #poe dameron #finn #rey skywalker #stormpilot #may the fourth be with you #by moi #fic #my fic #2022 fic #swfic #i couldn't help myself tbh #this month will likely feature several days #with 2 ficlets #i am ambitious like that =)))))#anyway

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hellwrites · 1 year

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Warnings: dubcon, revenge porn, language

Setting between TFA & TLJ - Finn is awake and Rey came back after finding Luke. Everyone is at the new Rebel Base at a pretty boring strategy meeting, when everyone's holopads start pinging with an anonymous video drop.

Someone presses play, and the room is filled with the unmistakable sounds of sex. The holo shows Poe, bent over some flat surface. An offscreen partner - clearly male - is uttering oddly aggressive words. He's talking about how Poe is some bigshot to everyone else, but he knows the pilot is just a slut who needs to be put in his place.

Everyone looks to Poe, who shrinks into his seat, as the disembodied partner does something that makes holo-Poe groan in what could have been pleasure or pain. The voice continues to growl about how he and Poe had a good thing going. He was the only person who could give Poe what he really needs, so why was Poe wasting so much time with that Traitor who would never really see him?

Even if you somehow got him into bed; you really think he could love you? Pathetic.... Damaged...

"Enough!" Leia's voice rang out through the room, and the holo was shut off immediately.

Everyone was silent. Attention split between trying to look at Poe and paying attention to Leia, who was very clearly furious.

"Who did this?"

A small wave of chatter rose up and died, before Rey stood up - head cocked to the side as if trying to hear something.

"Rey?" Leia asked. Luke wasn't around, but she recognised the sight of someone channeling the force.

"Him," Rey pointed at a man far at the back of the room. "His guilt is so loud and... Anger. Pride." Rey shook her head as if shrugging off the man's emotions.

The people around the culprit had already moved to stop him running away, and with a wave of her hand, Leia had him brought to stand in front of her.

"Distribution of personal data without express permission is a crime," she was speaking to the man, but her voice carried. "You may have wanted to humiliate Dameron, but I hope it was worth it. You are hereby stripped of all rank, your network privileges are revoked, and you will be confined to quarters until further notice." A single nod of Leia's head was enough to have him pulled away by the security that had gathered.

Leia dismissed everyone shortly after. Poe remained behind. He'd been quiet since it happened. Everyone was gone when Finn stepped into Poe's line of sight.

Poe looked up carefully. He didn't want to see what anyone thought of him right now, least of all Finn.

"ex-boyfriend?" Finn asked, clearly trying to keep things light. Poe laughed - the sound hollow. Finn sighed and sat next to Poe, their knees touching. It took a moment of silence before he spoke again.

"so, um... on that recording..."

"You can just ask," Poe was resigned, expecting Finn to be disgusted.

"Do you... Um... Do you, like it? Like... that?" Finn was stuttering and gesturing, and Poe couldn't help the soft smile.

"I like it slow," Poe admitted carefully. "Configuration..." he waved his hand, hoping Finn was worldly enough to understand his meaning. "That doesn't matter to me so much."

"But he..." Finn's expression darkened as he put the pieces together. "He hurt you. You didn't want that."

"We were... It was break-up sex. He realised after everything on the Finalizer, that I was interested... I mean, we'd been kind of shaky for a while, but..." Poe sighed heavy. The more he tried to explain the more tied up he felt inside. "When I met you, things changed."

Finn's eyes widened, Poe's own sad and a little pleading.

"You... and me?"

"Doesn't have to be."

"I want it, but..." Finn took a deep breath. "We weren't allowed, in The Order, we had sex but it wasn't allowed. No emotions. No attachments. I can't... I don't want it to be like that with you."

Poe's cocky little smile returned and it made Finn's insides settle.

"Don't you worry, pal. When it comes to you, I'm all emotions and attachments."

"And I can do slow," Finn smiled in return, letting his fingers brush against Poe's.

That's it. That's all I've got. Nothing more to see here, move along. Love you, bye.

#poe x finn #finn x poe #poe dameron #finn dameron #finnpoe #ficlet #dubcon #but it's not sad honest #i don't know what this is but I've been thinking about it for literal years #leia is a badass and I will always love her #questionable use of the force (but not in a sexy way)

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brideofkylosolo · 2 years

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Writer Wednesday Week 31

Tagging @writer-wednesday

Fate of the Cards

Ben Solo (Star Wars Sequel Trilogy)

Ben gets his fortune read while on a mission.

*Just a short piece with no pairing, although I mention my OC Aria

“We should get our fortunes read.”

Ben gave his friend Poe a confused look. While it was no secret that Ben believed in the Force, what with growing up and learning about it from not only his Uncle Luke but his mother and father, when it came to other types of magick, however, now that was a different story.

“I dunno,” he said as he looked at the shop they had stopped in front of, a brick building in some alley on some planet with neon signs that stated “Palm Readings”.

“Come on, it’ll be fun.” Poe headed through the beaded curtain and inside the building.

Ben followed his friend inside. The interior of the shop was dark, lit only by a few candles and lanterns. The walls were covered in various symbols and pictures of temples Ben didn’t recognize. Several statues of gods he didn’t know dotted the area as well as the sweet smell of flowers permeated the air. Ben tried to read the vibe in the place but he couldn’t really get a good feel of the place. It made him slightly uneasy.

As the two men looked around, a small Ryn woman walked out from behind the curtain. “Come to get your fortunes read, have you?”

Poe nodded while for once, Ben kept silent. He tried to read the women but once again, got nothing really. He knew that Ryn’s were skilled fortune tellers, using mostly Sabacc cards. He also knew that they weren’t the most trustworthy of species in the galaxy. Or course according to his father, Droma, one of his father’s former co-pilots was trustworthy. Then again, Han Solo wasn’t exactly known for keeping the best company. Ben was the same way so he couldn’t really talk.

The women gave them a nod and they followed her into the back room. She motioned for them to take one of the seats at the round wooden table in small room. They sat down as she pulled out a box of Sabacc cards. She shuffled them then laid the cards out in a pattern on the table.

“I see love in your future,” she said. “Both of you.”

Poe whacked Ben’s shoulder with the back of his hand.

She pointed at Poe. You will find love when you least expect it with someone you have a deep bond with.”

“Like a Force Bond?” asked Poe.

The women studied the cards. “The is no Force Bond but the Force is present with your lover, very strong as well.” She pointed to a card. “They are struggling with something, something only you can help them with.”

That seemed to perk Poe’s interest. “Do you, can you see who it is?”

The woman shook her head. “I cannot, at least not at the moment. But this person is there, and you know them at present.”

Poe seemed satisfied with that. The woman reshuffled the cards, laying them out in a new formation. She looked up at Ben, a knowing smile on her lips. “There’s love in your future as well. Much love. You have someone special.”

That was true. Ben and his longtime bondmate Aria were in a very serious relationship and had been for quite some time. Everyone knew that.

“There’s children as well in your future. Three in fact,” the women continued.

Ben liked hearing that. “When will they be born?”

“I cannot see a time but they will be born from hope. You will experience a great trial that will push you to limits unlike any you have ever faced.” She placed her hand on one of the cards. “You will overcome this and from this, you will have children. How many? That I cannot say.”

Ben smiled. That was good news indeed.

Hope. He liked the sound of that.

#writer wednesday #star wars fanfiction #star wars #short ficlet #ben solo #poe dameron #fanfic

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kpopnstarwars · 7 months

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Masterlist

STRAY KIDS headcanons: skz taking care of you when you're sick han boyfriend headcanons chan cuddling headcanons changbin in winter headcanons skz playing mario wonder (very crackhead-y) ficlets: cuddling chan and lino artist!han flirting in paris (parizz) with bang chan making up after an arguement with lino playfighting with changbin but with a twist cover me x medieval au seungmin

ATEEZ fics: second chance: jeong yunho x reader warriors: choi san x reader headcanons: friends to lovers with yungi - pt. 1 friends to lovers with yungi when they argue - pt. 2 rambles: predebut ateez ramble

XIKERS ficlets: watching a scary movie with seeun cuddling jinsik sumin sofa ambush cuddle ramble thing (i'm bad at titles ok)

SEVENTEEN ficlets: seungcheol hard thoughts seungcheol soft aftercare stray: lee dokyeom x reader

DUNE fics: upon the sands of the arena: feyd-rautha x reader - pt. 1 within the storms of giedi prime: feyd-rautha x reader - pt. 2 epilogue: feyd-rautha x reader - pt. 3 atonement: feyd-rautha x reader - pt. 1 atonement universe headcanons - pt. 2 but can be read somewhat standalone who's afraid of little old me?: feyd-rautha x reader

STAR WARS fics: took you long enough: kit fisto x reader burn: darth maul x reader mi amor: poe dameron x reader the hunter and the culinarian: darth maul x reader cyar'ika: din djarin x reader stay with me: din djarin x reader sober: din djarin x reader you're not the only one: din djarin x reader his song has been written: din djarin x reader (din x reader but it's a tribute to paz)

#masterlist #rambles #headcanons #ficlets #xikers #star wars #stray kids #ateez #skz #seventeen #svt #xks #atz #dune #dune part ii #feyd rautha #smut #seventeen smut #feyd smut #ateez smut

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ollypopwrites · 2 months

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Below the cut is a complete masterlist of my SW fics!

The Mandalorian

Opia Series; (18+, Din Djarin x Female!Reader, no Y/N) (Read on Ao3) The Leap The Contract The Game

Highway Man [Biker!AU] (18+, Din Djarin x Female!Reader, no Y/N) Read Main Story on A03 Masterlist (includes: headcanons, ficlets, fanart, etc)

Hard Decisions; (18+, Din Djarin x Female!Reader, no Y/N)

In Between; (18+, Din Djarin x Female!Reader, no Y/N)

Undress; (18+, Din Djarin x Female!Reader, no Y/N)

Shush; (18+, Din Djarin x Female!Reader, no Y/N)

Thigh; (18+, Din Djarin x Female!Reader, no Y/N)

Caught; (18+, Din Djarin x Female!Reader, no Y/N)

Face; (18+, Din Djarin x Female!Reader, no Y/N)

Stupid, Noble Hero; (18+, Din Djarin x Female!Reader, no Y/N)

Din with an S/O that doesn't want kids

Poe Dameron

Hard at Work [Read at Ao3]; (18+, Poe Dameron x Female!Reader, no Y/N)

Shush; (18+, Poe Dameron x Female!Reader, no Y/N)

Bath; (18+, Poe Dameron x Female!Reader, no Y/N)

Undress; (18+, Poe Dameron x Female!Reader, no Y/N)

Dance With Me; (Poe Dameron x Female!Reader, no Y/N)

Rey

Looking at the Stars, Admiring from Afar [Read on Ao3]; (Rey x Female!Reader, minor FinnPoe no Y/N)

Slow Dance [Read on Ao3]; (Rey x Female!Reader, no Y/N)

#olly writes #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin fic #din djarin smut #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #rey x reader #star wars fic

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campingwiththecharmings · 2 years

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Shut Up and Kiss Me

AN: another ficlet! this is a result of a couple of prompt lists i saw and was inspired by (there are like 4 other prompts i was inspired by also that are ~in progress~ so be on the look-out for those if you happen to enjoy this one 😉).

(Un-beta'd)

This is it, you think. This is the day you finally snap and murder him.

Rated: T Words: 892 Pairing: Poe Dameron x GN!Reader Warnings: kissing, arguing, a little cursing...i think that's all. AO3

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“Dameron, if you interrupt me one more time— Maker, help me.”

It’s the middle of the night. You’re exhausted and filthy and the last thing you want to do right now is argue with the posterboy of the Resistance yet again over how your kriffing ship should be maintained.

Unluckily for you, he doesn’t seem to care what you want.

“I’m just saying–”

“I don’t care! This is my ship. Go worry about your own!”

Your aggravated words echo through the mostly empty hangar as you turn away from him, signaling that you’re finished with the conversation. He doesn’t take the hint, however, and as soon as you reach for your tools, he’s running his mouth again.

The sound of his voice makes the blood rush in your ears and you have to close your eyes in an effort to calm yourself.

This is it, you think. This is the day you finally snap and murder him.

Clenching your jaw you exhale in frustration and swiftly turn to face him again. “Maker, will you just shut up?!”

He stops mid-sentence, mouth hanging slightly agape as he stares at you in shock and, for the briefest of moments, he is silent. But then the shock wears off and his irritatingly handsome face contorts in annoyance, a fire igniting in his eyes.

“Why don’t you come over here and make me!” he retorts, raising his eyebrows in challenge as his hands fall defiantly to his hips.

You tilt your head at his words, eyes narrowing slightly as you continue to glare at him.

‘Make me,’ he says. With pleasure.

You don’t remember moving, but suddenly you’re right in front of him, invading his space the way he always seems to invade yours. It throws him off, you can tell by the look in his eyes as they study you.

You realize too late that getting so close to him was a huge mistake. This close, you can smell him, can feel the warmth of his body, can see how soft his gorgeous curls look, can see the many shades of brown in his annoyingly beautiful eyes—

Oh. Oh, shit.

Your eyes widen a little, flicking briefly to his lips before you can stop yourself and he notices. Something in his gaze shifts and you swallow thickly in anticipation.

“Do you wanna kiss me or kill me? I honestly can’t tell.”

His voice is low, rough, and just a little bit teasing. You flush slightly in annoyance and cross your arms over your chest defensively.

“Right now? Definitely the second one.”

He bites his bottom lip in an effort to hold back a smile and you mentally curse yourself when it causes your heart to stutter a little.

“And before?” he asks innocently, moving somehow even closer to you.

“Before what?” you ask, holding his gaze and fighting the urge to step back and create space between you.

He allows himself to smile a little this time and the action momentarily draws your attention back to his mouth. When your gaze returns to his, there is a teasing glint in his eyes.

“I would be happy to kiss you, you know, if that’s what you need.”

Aggravation and embarrassment flare in your chest, drowning out any positive feelings you were having towards him. “You’re insufferable, do you know that?”

“So that’s a ‘no’ then?” he jokes, teasing smile widening.

You scoff and begin to turn back to your ship. “Goodnight, Commander.”

He huffs and gently grasps your arm to keep you from turning away. “Oh, come on, you’re throwing in the towel already? Normally we do this for another couple of rounds."

"Yeah well, I’m tired, Dameron."

"I can see that. That’s why you should just do what I suggested and—"

He's still talking but the blood is rushing in your ears again and—you have to get him to stop, you have to or you're really gonna lose it.

Without a second thought, you fist your hands in his shirt, yank him toward you, and stop his mouth with yours.

You close your eyes and sigh against his lips in relief (and you tell yourself it's because of the silence, but deep down, you know better).

His lips are warm and dry as they eagerly press against yours. He groans into your mouth when you plunge your fingers into his curls, walking him backwards to press him against the nearest hard surface. His tongue swipes against the seam of your lips and you moan softly, parting them enough for him to slip inside.

You feel his hands, which had fallen to your waist when you'd hauled him over to you, slide around to the small of your back, his fingers clutching at the fabric of your shirt. He pulls you against him, bringing your hips flush against his, and you break from his mouth with a gasp. His breath puffs against your cheek, his nose bumping yours as he presses his forehead to yours.

“So I guess you’re not planning to kill me then?”

You snort a laugh, allowing your hands to drop to his shoulders. “Maybe later. Right now I have an intake valve to replace.”

“You know,” he starts, smiling when you groan in exasperation, “You could cut the repair time in half if you—”

“Just shut up and kiss me, Dameron.”

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virtie333 · 4 months

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Day 16 - Life Day Damerey Celebration

Prompt: Siblings

Summary: A day in the life of the Dameron family

Notes: Almost four years ago, I wrote my first Damerey story, Rising. Shortly afterwards, the Pandemic began, so I decided that while I had the time I might as well continue that story, and a whole series began. Rey's Adventures Post TRoS is still my longest series to date, and it followed Rey and Poe and their life for many, many years after the movies. I knew eventually I'd end up writing about them again, and this little short story proved me right.

You don't have to read that series to enjoy this little ficlet, just know that Rey trains Jedi, Poe is still in charge of the Resistance, and they keep pumping out the babies. They had eight by the end of the series! They're only half-way there here.

Warnings: Not really, other than me writing Poe as the perfect husband and father as usual...

AO3

“What is going on here?” Rey demanded as she entered the room. After a busy morning, she had finally been able to sit down and work on the scheduling for the coming week. She hadn’t gotten very far before the sound of her two youngest boys fighting in the next room had distracted her.

Skyler and Samuel were pummeling each other rather comedically, but stopped and looked up at her when she spoke, both looking rather guilty.

“Who started this?” Rey asked her two boys, looking around for their older sister, who was supposed to be with them.

“He hit back first!” Sam said, his little arms folded in front of him.

Somehow, Rey managed not to laugh. Three-year-old Samuel was as naughty as he was cute. He was too much like his father. She looked at six-year-old. “Skyler?” she said, eyebrows raised in expectation.

“I didn’t mean to hit him!” Sky defended. “He was reaching for a brick just as I grabbed for another one. My hand hit his arm.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter how it started,” Rey told them. “Neither of you should have hit back.” She looked around again. “Where’s your sister?”

The two boys shrugged, immediately going back to playing with the toy bricks on the floor in front of them. Typical, she thought. Overly dramatic one moment, then suddenly focused on something different the next.

Just like their father.

Shaking her head, she left the room and moved to the front door. She opened it, feeling the desert heat of Tatooine flow inside. For her, it wasn’t a bad feeling. Despite griping about once again living on a hot, dry planet, Rey preferred it to cold winters on Kolbe, their previous home. She saw movement off to the right, by Finn’s house, and lifted her hand to shield her eyes from the sun. She could see the familiar form of her husband walking across the sands, heading for the workshop. He was being trailed by two smaller forms, his daughter and his droid.

She slipped back inside the house, content knowing Shaina was with her father. Rey hadn’t seen the eight-year-old girl leave, but she had been distracted. She would talk with her daughter about not leaving without letting Rey know later. This desert was easy to get lost in, and while Shaina was already becoming comfortable with using the Force that came so easily to her, she was still a child.

Rey was about to sit down again when a soft whine came from the bedroom. Giving a soft sigh of her own, she stood and headed toward the cry. Baby Shiloh, not quite ten months old, was sitting up in her crib, looking flushed and confused. Rey knew the feeling; she felt that way after naps, too. As Shi raised her arms, asking to be picked up, the two boys ran into the room. They were fascinated with their little sister and were always asking to hold and play with her.

“Can Shiloh play with us, Mama?”

“She always tries to eat the bricks but we stop her.”

Rey smiled at them as she picked the baby up. “Shiloh needs her diaper changed and then she needs to eat, then we’ll see if she wants to play. Okay?”

“Okay,” the boys said in tandem, then they turned back to the sitting room to continue with their play.

Once the baby was changed, Rey moved back to the kitchen to continue working while she nursed. Because she was so busy teaching, Rey weaned her babies off the breast when they were about three months old. They usually took to the bottle easily, as their father usually started feeding them that way when they were only a couple of weeks old, but Shiloh had been a little tougher to transition, and even now she made attempts to open Rey’s shirt. Poe teased her about it, telling her that he, too, thought Rey’s tits were irresistible.

As if her thought conjured him, Poe entered the front door, Shaina, BB8, and a wave of heat following him.

“Your daughter thinks I should rearrange the workshop,” he said as he closed the door behind his entourage. “She thinks I did it wrong.”

Rey smirked. “Your daughter left the house without telling me,” Rey countered. “Her brothers started fighting because she wasn’t there to keep the peace.”

“Keeping the peace is boring!” Shaina griped as she sat next to her mother at the table. “And so are my brothers.”

Rey snorted a laugh as Poe moved to the cooling chamber and pulled out some juice. He looked back at Rey, eyebrows raised in question, and Rey nodded. Poe proceeded to pour five glasses.

“Boys,” Rey called out. “Come have some juice.”

Sky and Sam came skipping in, sitting around the table as Poe distributed the drinks, then he sat down himself. For the short time it took them to drink it was mostly quiet, but all too soon the children started picking at each other again.

Rey looked at Poe, who was watching her. “Did you get the schedule done?” he asked.

Rey glanced at the kids, then back at him. “What do you think?”

“I think it’s time for everyone to come out to the shop and help Shaina and I rearranged it,” he said with a grin. He stood and reached for Shiloh, who had stopped nursing long ago and was watching her siblings curiously. The baby reached back for him with a smile. “Come on, guys! You, too, BB8!”

With a wink, Poe headed back out into the Tatooine heat with all four of their children.

The silence was deafening.

Smiling, Rey got to work on the schedule.

#fanfiction #damerey #jedipilot #poe x rey #life day #family #children #siblings #fluff

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