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[campingwiththecharmings]

hellooooo!! congrats on the one year anniversary<3<3

could I request “how mad would you be if i kissed you?” with poe?

(thank you for doing this event!!!!)

All Your Fault

AN: OMG IT'S A FIC-AVERSAY REQUEST!! lol Told y'all I was still gonna answer all of these! That said, I'm betting you probably don't even remember sending this lmao but I hope you can still enjoy it all the same though. Thanks for your patience 💖

(Un-beta’d)

Rated: T Words: 1,068 Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader (written with f!reader in mind but I'm pretty sure this could be read as GN. please correct me if that's wrong) Warnings: kissing, arguing...nothing else I can think of (please let me know if I missed something) AO3

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Commander Poe Dameron is, quite literally, the bane of your existence.  

Sure, he’s a great pilot and, okay fine, he’s not a terrible leader but, damn it if the bastard doesn’t drive you absolutely crazy with his needlessly risky plans. You’re not sure if he has a death wish or if he’s just an adrenaline junky, but what you do know is that if the storm troopers chasing you don’t kill him, you just might. 

You run down the narrow hallway of the First Order compound you’ve infiltrated, Dameron in tow, desperately searching for an escape. You spot a door, thank the Maker when it’s unlocked, and pull Dameron inside with you by the lapels of his jacket, glaring at him when he opens his mouth to complain. 

“Shut up,” you whisper harshly, pushing him against the back of the door. 

He watches you in the dim light for a moment, lips parted, breath leaving him in pants. Your eyes drop to his mouth, lingering longer than you’d like, and you wonder briefly if they’re as soft as they look, how they’d feel against yours, how they’d taste— 

Okay fine, so you’re a little attracted to him. That didn’t mean he didn’t still infuriate the hell out of you. 

The thundering of boots crescendos outside the door, (blessedly) breaking you from your staring contest with his mouth. Still pressed against Poe, you swallow thickly, your face warm as you forcibly avert your gaze. Your eyes land on his neck, and you have to ignore the sudden urge you feel to lick the bead of sweat running slowly down the side of it. 

You’re both still as the troopers pass, as if making even the tiniest movement might alert them to your presence. Poe is still breathing a little heavy, the air puffing against your cheek just another reminder of his closeness. You try to ignore it, ignore him, ignore how good his body feels against yours, how amazing he smells. In an effort to stave off the sudden urge you have to bury your face in his neck and breathe deep, you think of literally anything else: your bunkmate’s dirty socks, General Leia screaming at you, taking a blaster bolt to the shoulder— 

The sound of the troopers fades slowly and you breathe a quiet sigh of relief, backing up as much as you can in the small space.  

“That was a close one, huh?” Poe mutters, looking at you warily, as if you might attack him at any given moment. 

Your anger at him rekindles in your chest at the comment and you can’t stop yourself from punching him in the shoulder. He grunts, glaring at you half-heartedly as he rubs the spot where you hit him. 

“No, Dameron, that was stupid. Completely and utterly stupid,” you quietly scold, pointing at him in accusation. 

He scoffs, almost rolling his eyes and it sends another flare of anger through you.  

“Oh, you don’t think so?” you counter, stepping closer to him. “You think your little stunt helped us?” 

He glares at you, leaning back against the door with an annoyed look on his face. “We got what we came for, didn’t we?” 

“Yes, and we’d be out of here and on the ship right now if you’d just followed the plan.” 

“You mean followed your plan,” he mumbles almost petulantly. 

“Is that what this is about?” you ask, chuckling humorlessly as you take another step closer. “Still sore that the General went with my plan instead of yours, flyboy?” 

His jaw tightens and he moves even closer, his voice so low it’s almost a growl. “Your plan is the reason I even had to pull that ‘stunt’ in the first place, sweetheart.” 

It’s your turn to scoff now, rage flaring in your eyes as you move so close to him his chest brushes against yours. You ignore how incredible he smells, even after all the running you’ve done, ignore how good he looks this close— 

“You are unbelievable, do you know that? Absolutely unbelievable.” 

Poe opens his mouth to retort, a mischievous look in his eyes, but you cut him off by continuing, your voice a harsh whisper. “You’re reckless, hot-headed, impulsive—” 

His finger on your lips stops you, your eyes widening in both shock and rage. 

Unfortunately, you’re silent long enough for him to ask, “How mad would you be if I kissed you right now?” 

Your brow furrowing in confusion, lips parting as much as they can with his finger still pressed against them. Instinctively, your gaze falls to his mouth, eyes dragging over his plump bottom lip as your brain reminds you of all the times you’ve fantasized about a moment just like this one. You watch as the corner of his mouth quirks slightly in a smile and know you’ve somehow given him all the permission he needs. 

He leans in, spanning the meager distance between you as he pulls his hand away, tentatively pressing his lips to yours. He’s giving you a chance to push him away, you realize, to decide you don’t want this but…You do.  

You melt into him, pressing your body against his and pushing him back against the door. He groans softly, the sound going straight to your core and you wonder what else you could do to pull sounds like that from him.  

You hope he gives you a chance to find out. 

His hands cup your cheeks, holding you in place as he presses his tongue against the seam of your lips. You part them without resistance, shivering when he licks inside. The taste of him is divine, a mix of sweetness and spice and something so inherently Poe. You could spend hours, maybe even days, like this, just kissing him, enjoying the taste of him, the feel of him. Already you can’t get enough, can feel your need for him clawing at the base of your spine as your fingers plunge into his soft, dark locks.  

You’re forced to break for air, foreheads pressed together as you both try to catch your breath. 

“This isn’t over, you know,” you pant, pulling back to shoot him what you hope is a stern look. 

He chuckles breathlessly, reaching out to trace the curve of your cheek with his knuckles, his lips quirking slightly when you unconsciously lean into the touch.  

“I’d be disappointed if it was, sweetheart.”

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[melodygatesauthor]

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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[dameronology]

can i please request love confessions prompt 1 for poe 🫶🫶

i have not written for poe in so LONG (despite my blog name lol) and i miss him

poe + they're drunk and you're carrying them to their room, when they unexpectedly say how much they love you, causing you to drop them on the floor (x)

Poe Dameron was lively at the best of times.

Poe Dameron drunk was just regular Poe Dameron amplified.

Trying to drag the pilot to his room - with the entirety of his body weight resting on you, legs basically a dead weight - was a challenge. It was made even harder by the fact you were trying to avoid waking the rest of the Resistance. It was just a shame that Poe had other ideas.

"WHY ISN'T EVERYONE ELSE AWAKE?"

"Shut the fuck up, Poe!" you hissed. Despite your best efforts at clamping a hand over his mouth, he'd wriggled free. "It's 2 in the goddamn morning!"

"Exactly," he muttered. "It's so early."

"In the morning?"

"No, I mean, like...early. The party has barely friggin' started, babe!"

Trying to ignore the heat creeping up your cheeks, you lead Poe further down the hallway. His room wasn't far now, but he was beginning to become fucking heavy. Again, it didn't help that he insisted on refusing to use his legs, making him all but a deadweight.

"It's gonna be less of a party when you wake up tomorrow hanging out your ass," you shot back.

Fumbling with his keys, you managed to get the doors to his quarters open. They were as they had always been; cluttered, but not messy. A tangle of jackets and shirts and boots, intertwined with pictures of him with you, Finn, Rey and Leia. A model X-Wing was on his desk, beside a notebook with all his missions plans scrawled down.

"Is this where you leave me?" he asked.

"No, not yet," you muttered.

"Good, that's why I love you so damn much."

There was a dull thud as Poe hit the floor. The distance was only about a foot, but he let out a loud groan as you did. His head didn't even hit the floor, so it was a mystery to as to why he was holding it in pain.

"You love me?" you asked, trying to hide the shock.

"Obviously I do," Poe grumbled. He rolled on his back, dark eyes staring at the ceiling. "Not when you dump me on the floor, though."

"Sorry," you grimaced. "But...do you love love me?"

"I think so," he replied. "I love Finn, and I love Rey, but I love you in a different kind of way and - oh my god! That rhymes!"

"That's...that's a lot to think about," you murmured to yourself.

"Yeah, I know. I think about it all the time," he replied.

Bending down, you took the pilot by the hand and managed to pull him back up.

Dumping Poe in his bed, you pulled off his boots and jacket and put them on his desk chair. There was already water on his bedside table - maybe he'd done some thinking ahead. His painkillers weren't too hard to find either, buried deep in the darkness of his bedside drawer.

"Right, this is where I leave you," you declared, tucking the covers over him. "I'll come and see you in the morning and see how you're doing."

You were trying to act normal, given the revelation.

"Okay..." Poe was already half-asleep. "Can we talk in the morning?"

"You're not gonna remember this in the morning, Dameron."

He lazily stuck his pinky finger out towards you. "But pinky promise me that you'll remind me? Because I've been wanting to tell you that for like two years."

"Yeah," you smiled. "I promise."

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[ashxllbey]

Starman - Poe Dameron X Fem!Reader - Chapter 28: Nights in White Satin

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Word count: 11k Warnings: SMUT!! Minors DNI (this is yet another reminder that this is an 18+ blog and underage users will be blocked, pls I'm not responsible for your media consumption), unprotected sex, me making shit up about Star Wars' medical stuff (don't @ me) (wrap it before you tap it), consensual sex, mentions of alcohol, adults making dumb decisions (under the influence *and* with no excuses), swearing. Also, Poe being a cocky bastard, which deserves a warning of its own. A/N: I know. I'm late. I'm very sorry. I wanted to make sure everything was perfect, and it's not, but that's okay. There's almost 50 of you on this blog now, and I love you all - thank you for sticking around and following along. I hope you're doing well. Enjoy ♥

  The smell of citrus lingering in the air should have been the first warning that something was out of place. Y/N emerged slowly from the deep slumber she had been in, stirring under the thick covers. Her head hurt from the alcohol, still clouded by the remnants of sleep. Her face was deeply set into the pillows, but she could see the faintest ray of lights brightening the room in her peripheral vision.  It felt nice. It was so cozy. Y/N hadn't slept that well in years, probably. With a content sigh, she snuggled up into the pillow, taking a deep breath in- ...Citrus. Huh. Bizarre. As she moved under the covers, she realized she wasn't wearing any clothes. Or, well... anything at all, for that matter. Double weird. But Y/N felt too content to care.  Until she heard a soft whimper right next to her. She opened her eyes wide in the darkened room.   Adrenaline and surprise pumped through her body, shaking off the blanket of sleep, and her body started noticing the little things: how she wasn't facing the wall, how softer than usual the pillow was. How she had someone's arm draped over her waist and how this person's breathing was shallow and quiet in the silent room. The purest feeling of dread replaced the surprise as she put all the elements together. "Oh, no," she whispered to herself in horror. The realization had frozen her into place. She KNEW where she was. Oh, Maker. No, no, no, no. She had NOT just- Okay. Breathe. As gently as possible, Y/N turned around, careful not to push the arm away. And, as she had expected —but it still gave her a near heart attack— she found herself facing the sleeping figure of Poe. He was still fast asleep, naked from the waist up —probably from the waist down, too— with one arm over her and one under his pillow. He was so peaceful. His curls fell on his eyes, a tousled mess Y/N wanted to run her fingers into. And even though her situation was alarming, she found herself pushing back the inevitable by observing him. Poe was rarely so relaxed. It was almost a little bit frightening, to be honest. But he was also so well-rested. Unbothered.  Y/N imagined he would freak out as much as she was upon waking up himself, so she committed this peaceful image to her memory. She had done it again; she had slept with a coworker. It was far worse this time, as he was her squad leader, General, and friend. She would be grateful if the ground could crack open and swallow her whole. But that didn't happen. Instead, Poe moved around in his sleep, tightening his hold on her skin, not enough to be uncomfortable but enough to bring her closer.  It made Y/N wish she could stay like this. Because now that the initial shock had worn off, she was left with wishful thinking and contentment. It was, in all fairness, a sight to behold. Poe was handsome in many ways. Being privileged enough to witness him like this was... ethereal. It made Y/N wish for it to happen again. But that was a dangerous path to go down.  It couldn't happen again. What Y/N and Poe had done would have momentous consequences, and if she hoped to salvage what was left of their professional and friendly relationship, Y/N had to get out of there. Put an end to whatever this had been. This... this escapade.  Realistically, Y/N knew they would have to talk about it. But she would rather not do that here, in bed, as they both realized what their drunken selves had done the night prior. She hated herself for what she was about to do, but it was for the best. Or at least, she tried to convince herself it was because, truthfully, she was running away as she had always done.   Resisting the urge to kiss him before leaving, Y/N gently pulled his arm from her body, putting it in her spot as she rolled out of the way, surveilling his every move, ready to fake being asleep should he open his eyes. He didn't. He truly was out cold. Good, he deserved every ounce of rest he could get. Now that Y/N was free from his arms she had never wanted to leave, she sat on the edge of the bed, looking around for her clothes. She had discarded them the night before and found them scattered across the room. Y/N would have no choice but to walk back in her party attire; that made her wince. She was dead if she met ANYONE at all on the way back. She tiptoed out of Poe's room, stopping in the doorway against her better judgment. Every atom of her body was screaming at her to turn around and have one last look at him. And she caved in because her self-control when it came to him was nonexistent. She tentatively looked over her shoulder, admiring his sleepy silhouette. Her heart broke a little. It was for the best.  So why did she feel like crying? Fuck. Y/N wanted to stay. She wanted all of this.  But she was also terrified. From the bottomless pit of her puzzled mind, a sentence rose. A murmur emanated from a foreign memory. "Fear is the path to the dark side... Fear leads to anger… Anger leads to hate." Luke's voice vanished from her mind. The door closed behind Y/N with a soft whooshing sound.   Though it was early, the base was still very much awake. Droids cruised around, and people strolled in the hallways with their eyes glued to their holopads. Y/N had to turn her walk into an infiltration mission, and the similarity with her trips to Kit's room certainly didn't help quell her anxiety regarding the worrying parallels between the two situations. Still, after a careful trip hiding in the shadows, prickling her ear for any footstep, Y/N had reached her door with palpable relief. She exhaled as she typed in her code— "Oh, morning, Y/N! I was coming over to check on you." She froze. Klana's voice was ever so chipper, greeting her friend with warm enthusiasm. Paralyzed by shame, Y/N turned around slowly, mustering a smile on her face. "Oh, hey, Klan'. I'm alright." The brunette stopped dead in her tracks as her eyes raked over her, taking in her clothes. "...Why are you wearing last night's outfit?" She sounded less suspicious than she probably was. Before Y/N could stutter an answer, realization dawned on Klana. "By Malachor, you didn't sleep here-" Y/N dragged her friend inside the room and shut the door before she could get another word out.  

  When Poe woke up that morning, it was with a pounding headache and the unsettling impression of having, quite literally, fucked up. Also, he was pleasantly sore, but that wasn't from the alcohol. With a soft grunt and while keeping his eyes closed, he rolled over to the other side of the bed, draping his arm around- Air. Okay. What? It, at least, served to wake him up. He cracked an eye open as his fingers grazed against the —still— lukewarm sheets. Empty. Where was she? Perhaps in the shower? He stilled but couldn't hear the water running. Or anything else, for that matter, except for the soft wheezing sound BB-8 made when he rolled around. It was eight-thirty in the morning already; the droid had been awake for a little while. He wasn't speaking with her, so she wasn't here anymore. Wait. Had Poe imagined it all? Was it all a fever dream? Dank Farrik; that would be the most anticlimatic —pun intended— turn of events he could conceive. Regardless, he needed some aspirin, stat. Finding his discarded sweatpants on the floor, he muttered a half-assed "I'm fine" to his droid, who had peeked through the open door, not bothering to turn on the lights higher than the minimal setting as he closed the bathroom door behind him. Blinding lights were above his strength for now. A quick look in the mirror told him he looked as bad as he felt. Messy hair, five o'clock shadow, dark circles; he had looked better. He turned the tap on with a long sigh and splashed some cold water on his face, hoping it would wake him up. It didn't, not really. So, with another grunt, Poe rummaged through his cabinet, popped some tablets in his hand, and swallowed them without a second thought. He had almost gone through the box and would need Feron to give him more of it.  As he turned back to the cabinet, he caught a glimpse of his back in the mirror and turned his back toward it, realizing that the skin was a complete and utter mess. Red, angry scratches adorned it and- Kriff. Firstly, it hadn't been a dream, and secondly, she had done a number on him. It would take a while to heal, and Maker, Poe sure hoped he wouldn't have to take his shirt off in front of anyone, or he would be busted in a second. ...But he had to admit it made him slightly proud. Y/N had drawn blood in several spots, and he imagined she wasn't in a better state. The marks he had left on her would last a few days at best, and the bruises were sure to stay— Okay, he seriously needed a cold shower. It was NOT a good idea to go there. What the hell, what had gotten into him?! He turned the water on and hopped in the shower without bothering to wait for it to heat up. The tiny droplets felt like needles in his scratched skin, and he winced but didn't step outside. What was WRONG with him? Sleeping with a coworker? Sleeping with a pilot in his squad? Kriff, that was the worst idea he had ever had, which was saying a lot.  Sure, Y/N would probably argue it wasn't a big deal- after all, she had done it before (which pissed him off, by the way, because Kit wasn't nearly good enough for her). But she wasn't his General; he should have known better. He did know better. But he would have been lying to himself if he feigned not to have thought about it before. Okay, perhaps he had thought about it more often than he cared to admit. But that wasn't an excuse. Kriff. Okay, sure, she hadn't pushed him away, but what if she had felt pressured or something— ...No, she would have kicked his ass if she had. And boy, was he glad she hadn't. The night's images kept playing in his head; he hadn't had that much fun in a long time. Oh, he had enjoyed watching her squirm- Okay, no, that was NOT a good idea; he needed to get a grip. Seriously. He cursed under his breath. Deciding to focus on something else, he showered, then went on to shave, careful not to break the skin. As he wiped off his razor on the towel, he caught himself wondering if his beard had left marks down her- "Kriffing Hell!" he cursed out loud as droplets of blood trickled down the sink, startling the droid in the other room. BeeBee beeped, worried, and he grumbled an apology as an answer. It was going to be a long day.    Dressed and ready to face the day, despite the pounding headache that didn't care about his General duties, he stepped out of his quarters, his droid on his heels. He had reassured him at least five times that he was fine, despite obviously being in a mood. He was pissed at himself, mainly because he couldn't help but feel proud that he had managed to spend the night with a woman like her.  Poe shot tight smiles at the fellow soldiers walking around the compound as he made his way toward the cafeteria. If she were anywhere at this hour, it would be there. He knew her schedule by heart; Y/N had a day off that day. She would probably spend it with her students, so he had to corner her before she disappeared into the crowd, making it impossible for him to get her alone. They needed to talk. He just wasn't too sure what he was going to say. Apologize? Ask her out properly- Oh, no, that was NOT an option.  He didn't have more time to think about it as he finally reached the door. As usual, people greeted him, and he waved back absentmindedly, his eyes going straight to the table she, Skylen, and Klana would usually sit at. But the two women were nowhere to be seen that morning. Skylen, though, was there, and Poe walked up to him. "Morning, General," he saluted light-heartedly. "You look like hell." Poe rolled his eyes at that as his pilot snickered. Yeah, he imagined he gave off strong hangover vibes. "Yeah, whatever you say, Blue. Remember that time at the Senate?" Skylen flipped him off and grumbled as Poe snickered. Yeah, thought so. "Anyway. Have you seen Y/N this morning?" He tried to sound casual, but hungover Poe was not subtle. But if Skylen noticed his awkwardness, he didn't comment on it. Instead, he stroked his beard thoughtfully. "Nah. I haven't seen Duckling since last night. Come to think of it, I haven't seen Klan' today either. Whatever these two are doing, it's probably a girl thing. She might've been kidnapped to try on new clothes for her. I swear all of her kriffing credits go into fancy stuff. Y/N's a saint for putting up with it." He couldn't argue with that. Klana had taken a liking to dressing her up, and she didn't seem to mind. Well. Considering what she had been wearing the night before, Poe certainly didn't mind either. "Okay, well, I'll send a search party, then. Have you seen Finn?" He nodded toward the end of the room, where his co-leader was sitting with a pile of pancakes. Sending a quick thank you to Skylen, he walked up to Finn. "Poe! Good morning-" "We need to talk. NOW. It's urgent."    Finn frowned. "Can it wait after I've finished eating? Because they're delicious, and I would hate for them to go to waste-" "No."   Finn rolled his eyes, sent a sad look to his food, and put the plate on a waiter-droid. The urgency in Poe's tone had probably convinced him not to ask questions for now. He followed his friend in the hallway until they reached Poe's office. He ushered Finn inside, closed the door, and let out a loud grunt. He started pacing, trying to find a way to just come out with it already. Finn watched in silence, sending quizzical looks to BeeBee. "Okay, if you made me come here to have me watch as you ruin the floor, I'll-" "I fucked up, Finn. As in, big time." Finn raised an eyebrow. "I mean... You have a habit of stirring up trouble, so you'll have to be more specific here. What did you blow up this time?" Okay, first of all, rude, second of all... "What? Nothing! Why would you think- okay, actually, never mind, don't answer that. I didn't blow anything up. I mean, maybe I did. I don't know." He ran a hand through his hair, growing increasingly frustrated.  "Okay, it can't be that bad then, can it?" He WISHED he had just blown something up, honestly. When Finn noticed his friend wasn't answering, he frowned. "Okay, you're scaring me, Poe." "I slept with her," he blurted out.  It took Finn a second to comprehend what he meant. And when he finally did- Both he and BB-8 gasped. "You did WHAT?!" BEEEEEP? "Yeah, that was pretty much the reaction I'd been expecting," Poe muttered as he started pacing again. Finn stared at him, baffled. "Her, as in-" "As in Y/N, yes. Maker, who else? She walked me to my room yesterday since I'd drunk too much. I asked her to come inside. She stayed the night. I'm a Kriffing MORON-" "FINALLY!" Finn exclaimed. ...Wait, what? He turned to his friend, disbelief written all over his face. Finn shrugged.  "Don't look at me like that. I'm surprised it took you so long, honestly. Maybe now you'll stop undressing each other with your eyes across the room." BeeBee beeped approvingly. Seriously?! Poe scoffed. "We've never done that! Also, not helping. Kriff, I'm her leader, and that's the worst thing I could have done." "I don't know; threatening her with a lightsaber seems higher on my list." He glared at Finn, who held up his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay! I get it! Not in the mood to joke around! Listen, Poe, you two are grown adults, and besides, she's used to this situation. I'm sure she told you that already." Silence. Finn frowned harder. If he went on like that, he would have wrinkles on his face before his next birthday. "...You did talk to her, right?" "No." "Poe, what-" "She wasn't there when I woke up. She snuck out." Finn cackled. "Man, you've lost your touch."   Okay, he was NOT going to let that one fly. With a sneer, he turned around, raising his shirt over his head and exposing his back. Finn cursed. "What the hell? Were you attacked by a loth cat or something?" Poe dropped his shirt down and rolled his eyes. "You're so funny. Trust me, that's not the problem. I don't know why Y/N left. And I don't even know where she is or what I'm gonna tell her when I see her. 'Cuz right now, I can't even get the images of last night out of my head. So facing her and speaking with her? Man, I'm screwed." He sat down on his desk, shoulders slumped. Finn observed him in silence for a few moments and sighed. "Don't be so hard on yourself; it was bound to happen. I mean, you two have a thing for each other. But must pull yourself together, Poe; you're still her boss. Talk to her. Maybe ask her out properly." He shook his head. "Hell, no. That's drama waiting to happen, and I can't do that." "But you want to." "I- well, you see- no! I mean... I don't- well, maybe I- I don't know. It doesn't matter anyway. We all have a million things on our plates right now. I think she's gonna start her Jedi training soon; that's the last thing she should worry about." He sensed that Finn wanted to add something, but his friend stayed silent, nodding thoughtfully.  "If you say so. You two need to talk, though. If Leia and Han could work it out, I'm sure you can, too." Poe chuckled. "Leia was something else, and you know it. But you're right. I have to talk to her. We have to work together after that, and I don't wanna make her uncomfortable or anything. Kriff. I'm an idiot." For the umptieth time, he ran a hand through his hair. At this rate, he would be bald by the end of the day. "Hey, it'll be fine. Y/N's a smart woman and way too wicked for her own good and yours. Just... talk. Figure it out. Tell her what you told me." Okay, yes, he could do that. Poe frowned, taking a second to think. "Have I told you I'm happy you accepted to be my co-general?" Finn burst out laughing. "You did. But if it takes me giving you non-relationship advice to hear it more often, I hope you two will be a thing soon." He was still cackling after Poe had tried to throw a pen at him.   

Panic attack panic attack panic attack paniiiic- Slap. Y/N stood still, cradling her injured cheek, mouth agape, as the sting of Klana's hit made her skin all tingly. "What in the HELL was that for?!" she squeaked. Klana shrugged, clearly unimpressed. "You're hyperventilating, and it's not going to solve anything. Now, please, tell me, what happened? Did you kill someone? Because I can totally help you with the body." What- "What? No, I- wait, why is this the first thing you're thinking about?" Y/N asked, baffled, and her friend merely shrugged. "I don't know! Anyway. If there's no body involved, what happened? You're freaking me out." Y/N let out a long sigh, trying to exhale the frustration and sheer panic she had been feeling since she had woken up in Poe's bed. "There's no body, but there was someone," she started, to Klana's confusion if the frown on her face was any indication. "I... Kriff. I kinda. Sorta. Slept with Poe. Kinda. Maybe." The sound that followed her confession could only be described as 'shrill' as Klana let out a high-pitched scream of surprise, jumping to her feet with eyes wide as Coruscant. Y/N jumped after her and clamped her mouth shut with her hand. "Will you SHUT UP?!" she hissed. "My walls aren't soundproof! I'm not trying to attract half of the base here!" Her skin was still vibrating for a few seconds before Klana calmed down. She gave her a stern look. "You done?" The brunette nodded, and Y/N finally let go of her mouth, only to find a big grin replacing the look of surprise. She was smiling so broadly that she was sure she could see all of her teeth. "Okay, but seriously, Y/N, what's the problem?" Seriously? "Didn't you hear the part where I slept with a coworker?" "Well, yes-" "Again." "It's true you have some kind of habit-" "Who also happens to be an excellent friend." "Well, yes, but you can still-" "And my General." "True, but-" "And my squad leader." This time, Klana pinched her lips, thoughtful. Her brown eyes were detailing her friend with an excruciating level of attention.  She ended up speaking up again after a few moments of intense pondering. "I mean, I'm not saying you did not just shoot yourself in the leg with that one." That was a gentle way of saying she had royally fucked up. Y/N flopped down on the bed, letting out an aggravated sigh. Then, she fell back with a pathetic whine and a dramatic arm flail. "I hate myself. This is Kit all over again. Oh, Maker. What have I done? I can't go back to work. I need to quit. I can't face Poe after that." Klana sat next to her, putting a reassuring hand on her knee. "You're not going to quit; you're returning to work. What did Poe tell you?" Silence. "Y/N." "That's my name." "Please tell me you didn't run away." "No." "That's great, then-" "I technically walked away," she added.  Klana blinked. "Mother of Force, give me the strength I need," her friend all but groaned. "You snuck out of his room?! Y/N! That's not okay!" "I panicked!" Y/N defended herself, sitting back up. "I woke up in his room, naked, hungover, in his arms, and I freaked out!" "Why? I'm sure you could have talked about it. Poe's an intelligent man, and you're both adults. I'm sure you can sort it out." "Because I had absolutely zero regrets, and I realized I very much like waking up next to him," Y/N blurted out.   This took Klana by surprise, and she stayed silent for a moment, looking at he friend with a frown. "You like him," she said with a grin. "Maker, Klana. Of COURSE, I like him. And I don't want to lose my friend, and I don't... I don't think I could live with that," she whispered. Klana sighed. "Slightly dramatic, but I understand. Y/N, be honest... Do you have feelings for him?" She looked away, and Klana sighed once more. She had screwed things up, and she knew it. Y/N knew their relationship would never be the same, no matter what happened next. It terrified her, and her throat felt tight. Mainly because of the feelings that had bloomed when she had turned around and looked at him. Peace. Happiness.  Home. It wasn't normal to feel like this after a one-night stand with a friend. It wasn't normal to feel like this with a friend, period. But they were primarily colleagues in a Galaxy on the brink of losing its mind over new enemies and old mysteries. There was no time for an office romance. It was a distraction. Feelings were a distraction.  Having feelings for your squad leader was a deadly distraction. "You still need to talk to him. Realistically speaking, you can't ignore him. And don't tell me 'I can try'; I will slap you again." Y/N knew she was right. She ran a hand through her hair. "I know. I will. But not now." Klana nodded. "Why don't you ask him out, though? I mean... It's pretty obvious you two like each other. If the job wasn't an issue, would you go on a date with him?" "No." Klana raised a surprised eyebrow and whistled lowly. "That was a quick answer." "It's not what you think," Y/N corrected herself. "But if I decide to start the Jedi training, we're not supposed to have... Feelings. At least, not intense ones. It's in the books. Historically, the Jedi were abstinent. That ship has sailed, but I'll do my best to follow the rest of their teachings." A humming sound was the only answer she got. "Did you know Luke revoked that?" Y/N blinked. What part? The abstinence part? How could she know? She didn't remember her time as his Padawan. "The whole thing about not having feelings," Klana explained. "I met him once, and we talked about it. He always said that repressing feelings was what caused Vader's downfall. He was more about learning to accept them and embracing love," she concluded. "Because love is the most powerful weapon one can wield. Even the Force can't compare. Love is what brought Ren back. It was Leia's ultimate gift to him, and it saved him." Y/N didn't know that. "How do you know that?" she whispered. Klana shrugged. "Rey told me once. So, no, Y/N. Suppressing your feelings won't make you a good Jedi. It might just do the opposite. But you should talk to Rey about that if you're worried," she added. "She knows about all of this. Loving people isn't a weakness, Y/N. It takes strength to be vulnerable in a world that is constantly looking to crush you."   Klana stood up, mindlessly tidying the spot she had just been sitting in. "Whatever you decide, know Poe cares about you. I never told you that, but there's a reason he was pissed for the entire mission on Tatooine and on the way back. There's a reason he does not like Kit." Oh, yes, she knew they hated each other. Y/N snorted. "They were enemies for their entire lives. You don't erase that in a day." "Yes. But it's also because Kit's still in love with you, and he hates it." Silence. Y/N winced. She had tried her best not to think about that, but... "I know you're right," she sighed. "I was hoping I was wrong and nobody else had noticed." "For the record, I'm only telling you this because I want you to understand," Klana went on. "Poe cares about you. Probably more than he would like to admit, and if he hates him that much, it's because he thinks you deserve better." "Did he tell you all of this?" "Oh, no, he would never. He isn't smart enough to hide it from me," Klana shrugged nonchalantly. Y/N laughed. It was all wishful thinking, but she wouldn't tell Klana that. She could do with admitting they were attracted to each other. But... That was it. She smiled. "I see. I'll talk to Poe. After a shower and a nap." "You do that. I have a mission coming up, and I need to go. But we'll talk later when I get back, okay?" She gave Y/N a quick hug, and they parted ways. As the door closed on her friend, Y/N sighed. She wouldn't face Poe. Not yet.   It turned out that running away from the General was a more strenuous task than she had anticipated. Everything seemed to put him in her path. She went to the cafeteria to grab some food, only to see him walking toward the door, eyes glued to his datapad. She walked past the room and around the hallway, going in only when she was sure he was gone. Then, she was headed for the training room and found him there, unscheduled, with a group of his usual students. Their eyes met, and Y/N stopped dead in her tracks. Oh, no. But fate was on her side as one of her students stepped in, asking her about some random issue he had. Y/N was more than happy to give him an overly thorough explanation, and when they were done, she realized Poe had left already, likely called back to his duties. The third time they met, she almost didn't manage to avoid him. Working on her X-Wing in the hangar, Y/N hadn't heard his footsteps over the cacophony of metallic noises until it was too late. It wasn't until she turned around to grab a screwdriver that she realized he was walking toward her. She had dropped the tool in the process. "Hey, Y/N. Do you have-" "General! There you are! There's an issue with the latest weapon shipment," Varun had interrupted, stopping between them, out of breath. "I've been trying to fix it, but they want to talk to you. I have them on the line right now. Can you please talk some sense into them before I break something?" Bless him. Poe stared at Y/N for a long time. "...I'm coming," he answered calmly after a few seconds. But the look he gave Y/N was enough to get her to glance away, bashfully staring at her shoes as the two men went to work. The fourth time... She didn't get so lucky.   After successfully avoiding Poe for the entire day, Y/N was making her way back to her room when she was yanked —unceremoniously yanked— into a storage room. Something grabbed her wrist, and she broke free with precise movements, sparring in the dark until she found herself pinned to the wall. "Hey! Easy!" "Poe?! What the- Are you out of your mind?!" she yelped. "I could have broken your nose!" "Yes, I'm aware of that; you barely missed my face," he grumbled, letting go of her. She could see him now that her eyes were acclimated to the room's dimness. "That's because you literally just kidnapped me." "Considering you've been avoiding me for the entire day, yes, I did decide to kidnap you," he stated matter-of-factly with audible annoyance. Ouch. She deserved that. "I wasn't avoiding you," she stubbornly mumbled. "No, you're right. You were strategically finding any excuse to run on the other side of the base the second you saw me." Well... Oh, Maker. When he said it like that, he made it sound so much worse than it was. "We need to talk," he softly added after a moment of silence. Y/N shook her head. "This? This sentence? It's the exact reason I've been avoiding you!" She shrilled. "There's nothing wrong with-" "You know it's the worst thing you can tell someone." "I could think of at least ten things that are worse-" "You're so not helping." He sighed. "But you're right," Y/N added in a small voice. "We do need to talk, and I'll... I'll go first." Oh, Force. There it was.   It didn't help that the room was so small he wasn't even a meter away, his gaze as intense as ever and fixed on her. Gulp. She licked her lips three times before mustering enough courage to speak up. "I'm sorry for leaving this morning. I panicked," Y/N admitted. "I woke up and saw you, and I couldn't remember how I ended up here. And it's not the first time, either," she sighed. "You're my squad leader, Poe. I shouldn't have... I was scared of what you'd say. I'm still terrified, actually." She paused. "Please don't kick me off the squad," she whispered. "Okay, hold on, now," he interrupted, raising his hands. "First of all, you're not getting kicked off anything. Second of all, what happened yesterday was..." He pondered for a second. If he said "a mistake," Y/N would have a heart attack. "I'm not going to say 'a mistake' because that would be a lie," he sighed. "But it was... Something. And I know you've been in this position before, and I'm sorry I've put you back in it." Whew. He certainly had put her into a specific position the night before, though- Oh, Force, shut up, Y/N. Kriff. "Now... What do you mean you don't remember?" Oh, no, she didn't mean it like that- ...Wait a second.   Could it be... Could it be her way out? No. She couldn't do that. Lying to Poe had always been out of the equation. She would never lie to him. He deserved the truth. He deserved... He deserved to live without any worries.  She just couldn't add more to his plate. "I mean... I remember some things," she answered, stressing out the word. "But not... I mean, it's a bit blurry." It was the tiniest lie she could tell. It wasn't entirely false, either. But she remembered very clearly everything he had done. Everything he had said to her.  The alcohol. It had been the alcohol. "Listen. I know it was a one-time thing, and I don't want to make things weird. You're a really great friend, Poe. I don't want to lose that, and I don't..." I don't want to lose you.   He stayed silent for the longest time. He was staring, though, and there had been the slightest spark of something in his eyes. A definitive indication that he had heard her. The silence stretched on, and Poe licked his lips. Was it wrong to wish he would just kiss her again like he had done the night before? Because Y/N couldn't think about anything else. "Do you really mean that?" he asked after an eternity. What? Mean what? Why did it sound like a trick question? Was it a trick question? What did he want her to say? The truth? Because the truth was that Y/N didn't regret a thing. She didn't want it to be a one-time thing. But she couldn't tell him that. Not now. Not with everything that was unfurling. "Of course," she answered with a fake frown.  He hummed, looking to the side as he thought of something.  "I'm disappointed, though," he added after a moment. "I was hoping you'd help me remember because, ah, well... I might have had too much to drink yesterday." He paused, rubbing the back of his neck, then winced. "Okay, understatement of the century. I was drunk as hell." She burst out laughing. It was SO unexpected! "Oh, I know that. I distinctly remember having to walk you to your room because you could barely stand." "Come on; it wasn't that bad." "Oh, it definitely was that bad." He snorted. "Easy now. I carried you to your room more than once." "Look at you, trying to dig yourself out of this one." Poe grimaced. "Yeah, well... I just hope I didn't say anything too embarrassing." Quite the contrary. Y/N's heart broke a little. He always had the gift of saying the right thing. And what he had told her the night before...  Never mind. It was the alcohol talking. "I'm sure you didn't. At least, nothing more embarrassing than usual." He punched her shoulder before she could let out a giggle. But after a few seconds, he joined her, and both laughed.   What had she been afraid of? Poe hadn't changed. Nothing had changed. It was wishful thinking to consider it would have. "Did I hurt you?" Y/N nearly jumped out of her skin when he spoke up again, his voice quiet. Hurt her? as in... Physically? Was that what he was afraid of? "No, you didn't. You did leave some, ah... Well. Let's just say I'll need to borrow some makeup from Klana for a couple of days to hide the purple spots," she joked to lighten the mood. Poe hummed. "You have no right to complain about that. You clearly haven't seen my back." What? His back- He turned and raised his shirt slightly, earning a gasp from Y/N. No. She had NOT. "I am SO sorry," she whispered, absolutely horrified, but he merely chuckled. "It's fine, honestly. I'm not worried about it." Outside of the room, voices whispered unintelligible nothings as they walked by. Neither of them said anything, but the silence wasn't as comfortable as it usually was. Some things did change, after all. "Y/N. We're still friends, aren't we?" What? "Of course, we're still friends, Poe," she answered without missing a beat. "Nothing could ever... As long as you don't threaten me with a lightsaber, we're good." "Good. Okay. I don't own one, anyway. That's great." "Good." "Good." "Well, I should probably-" "Yes. Me, too. I'm late to a meeting; Finn is gonna kill me." "Right, well, don't let me keep you. I'll go first. Uh, see you tomorrow at work?" "Right. See you, Keebler." She gave him an awkward smile and slipped past him, through the door, and into the hallway, letting out a sigh she hadn't realized she was holding.   Poe cursed. Fuck. He had just ruined everything, hadn't he? Lying about not remembering? Letting her brush it off like it was- No. Y/N was right. It had been a one-time thing. This was what he had told Finn. He had promised he wouldn't interfere anymore. It meant nothing; they were still friends. No matter what he felt like. He ran a frustrated hand over his face and hair before kicking an empty bucket lying at his feet. Poe wasn't stupid; he had seen the change of behavior, the ever-so-noticeable angst in her voice. It made him slightly concerned that he knew her that well.  Defeated, he left the storage room, nearly walking into BB-8, who didn't dare to ask anything.  "You know, BeeBee, maybe one day I'll have the chance to start living my life," he sighed.

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okay but can I request a protective!Poe ? Chapter ten gave me protective vibes and fuck I'm a slut for those

i am also an absolute whore for protective poe, so let's see a little more of him shall we? also, i havent done a lot of writing from poe's pov, so i thought i would try it out! i had so many ideas bouncing around in my head for this ask (p.s. i actually wrote like three different versions of this lol, im sorry it took so long) but i hope you enjoy <3

It was supposed to be an easy mission.

Enter the planet, meet the informant, and leave. Nothing out of the ordinary.

But the second Poe's foot touched solid ground, he knew something was off.

It was a set up, a particularly clever one at that, and Poe quickly found himself in a waking nightmare:

Torture. On the Starkiller Base. Face-to-face with none other than Kylo Ren himself.

Ren had been hunting Poe for years. As a close confidante to Leia before her passing, Poe held top secret knowledge that could be detrimental the Resistance. Poe, or at least his mind, had great value to Ren.

He just had to squeeze that information out of him.

It was obviously a trap, sending a hologram of Poe's torture directly to D'Qar. Ren knew someone from the Resistance would come for him soon after, but he had been particularly hopeful it would be you.

Who better to incentivize Poe than his own fiance?

And you knew you it was a trap. You knew it was selfish to go after him. But you slipped away in the night anyways, taking great care not to alert the rest of the base, knowing they would do anything to prevent you from leaving. Lock you up, knock you out. Whatever it took.

But you couldn't stop yourself.

The hologram Ren had sent was....

You couldn't not go.

His poor screams rang through your head the whole flight there.

You didn't even have a plan. You just needed to get to him, as soon as possible. You would offer yourself, trade places with him, join the First Order, it didn't matter. You just had to make sure he was safe.

Poe had begged you not to come in the hologram, but you couldn't stop yourself. Thoughts of Poe's lifeless corpse prevented any sound judgment.

Poe prayed you wouldn't come. He needed you safe. He didn't care if he died, he just needed to make sure you stayed put.

He tried to remain strong against Ren's torture, occasionally cracking jokes and holding in his screams, but his determination was slowly wearing thin. Every time he closed his eyes, your face flashed through his mind.

Your smile, your face when you first woke up, your concentrated stare. He could swear you were right there with him.

And then you were.

Ren had caught you easily, immediately dragging you to the interrogation room himself.

"I want you to see for yourself," his voice was muffled through the mask.

Poe felt so weak, he barely even reacted when Ren brought you in. He couldn't even be sure you were real. You could merely a hallucination, a sadistic trick of the mind.

But, unfortunately, this was no trick.

Ren released Poe from the chair, his limp body collapsing on the floor.

Poe could tell your arms were restrained. You didn't even try to run.

"Maker, Poe!" you tried moving towards him, but Ren quickly got a hold of you, despite your violent thrashing.

Poe's mind screamed at him to say something, to do anything, but he could barely find the strength to catch his breath.

Ren swiftly kicked him aside, now securing you to the chair to take Poe's place.

Poe made a sad attempt to stand, even managing to push himself up partially, but he couldn't do much more than that.

His brain felt like it was on fire. He could barely swallow, his mouth was so dry, and it felt like electricity was pumping through his veins.

He peered up from the ground, catching your eyes immediately.

You had been crying. He so desperately wanted to reach out and brush your tears away; he hated when you cried. His heart constricted tightly in his chest before he turned a fiery gaze upon Ren.

"L-Let her g-go. She has n-nothing to do with th-this..."

Ren stooped down to meet his gaze. All Poe could see was his own reflection staring back at him in the mask.

"She has everything to do with this."

Ren rose once again, now stepping back to face you and scanning you from head to toe.

You harshly looked away, avoiding his gaze and setting your jaw tightly.

"I'm not afraid of you," Poe could hear your voice wavering slightly.

Taking a small step closer, Ren grabbed your face roughly before turning you to meet his gaze.

"You will be."

Your eyes were filled with fire, but your jaw still held a slight tremble.

"Don't worry," Ren's whisper was almost undecipherable behind the mask, but Poe could hear him loud and clear. "It will be over quickly."

"Enough," Poe slowly started to gain back some of his strength, and was managing to make it back on his feet. "You already have me."

Suddenly, Ren thrusted his hand toward him, sending Poe flying backwards into the concrete wall behind him. All the air in Poe's lungs vanished before he quickly sank back down to his knees.

Ren released his gloved grip on your face, now turning his full attention towards the pilot beneath him.

Poe could practically feel rage seeping through Ren's mask as he stalks towards him.

"Join me." The words were so simple, yet so biting.

Poe snarled lowly, disgust washing over him.

"Never." He spat the word like venom at the man towering above him.

Ren turned abruptly to you, determination in his stride.

"I feel I can persuade you," Ren replied succinctly. His voice was almost robotic. Hollow, void of emotion. It was inhuman.

He took another step towards you, reaching his hand out before him and holding it just in front of your face.

Poe watched in horror as your face slowly contorted in agony, eyes narrowing and brow furrowing. He knew exactly what you were feeling. He could practically feel the searing pain splitting through his own head.

You put up a good fight, holding in your screams, but Poe knew it would only be a matter of time.

"Stop!" the pilot yelled, voice desperate and frantic.

Ren persisted, your head starting to fall back, all your muscles becoming taught. Piercing shrieks ripped through your body, and Poe could feel himself truly starting to panic.

His mind raced. Joining the First Order was out of the question, but he couldn't live in a world without you in it.

"This will kill her. Eventually," Ren uttered to Poe, never breaking his ministrations on your mind. "It will take time, but I can wait while you make up your mind."

Breaking you was easy for Ren, and Poe sensed you starting to slip. Poe's eyes shot from Ren to you, his pulse quickening and his body igniting with adrenaline.

"Stop! Stop, enough! I-I'll join you. The First Order, I'll join you! I'll leave the Resistance." He knew he must have looked insane, his eyes wide with fear and his voice full of desperation. "Just... just let her go."

Ren finally halted, your body falling forward and going limp. Little aftershocks still ripped through your body as you barely lifted your head to shoot Poe a sorrowful look. Your tears fell like raindrops to the ground below and all Poe could think about was how he never wanted to see you in pain ever again.

Ren quickly spun back to Poe, tilting his head slightly at Poe's decision.

"N-no!" you yelled, voice raw and vulnerable. "No, take me! I'll tell y-ou anything- Anything you want-t!"

Ren froze at that. He almost seemed to be contemplating this new development.

But Poe couldn't understand why. Taking you would make no sense. Ren had been after Poe for years. Why was he even considering you over him?

Ren turned fully to face you, giving you another look up and down, before heading to the door and ripping it open. Two troopers stood at attention outside, waiting patiently to receive orders.

"Bring the girl to a cell," Ren barked at them harshly. "And take him outside." He turned, giving Poe one final glance. His face was impossible to read behind the mask. "He's going home."

"Wh-?" Poe stumbled to his feet, shock making his blood run cold. "No!"

The guards swiftly rushed in, releasing you from the chair. One guard began to drag you out of the room, while the other grabbed Poe by the arms to be restrained.

"No!" Poe roughly shoved him away, rushing towards you and grabbing your face with both hands. You looked so weak, all the color running from your face as if the life was literally draining out of you. "I-I'll come back. I won't leave you. I'll get you out of here. I love y-"

You couldn't even speak as the guard hauled you from the room, your feet still dragging behind you.

"No, wait! No!" Poe fought off the guard, rushing after you once again, if only to have you in his arms one last time.

"Requesting backup," Poe could hear the trooper call out behind him as he raced for the door.

Suddenly three more guards appeared before him. Poe threw as many kicks and punches as he could physically manage before the four guards had him fully restrained, two on each side of him forcing him to the ground.

Ren stalked out of the shadows of the room and stood before Poe once again, looking down at him as if he were a mere insect beneath him.

"She has potential. I feel she will do well here." Ren remained emotionless, speaking to Poe as if he had never met him before in his life.

"That wasn't the deal," Poe made one last attempt to break free of the guards' hold, thrashing about, to no avail. "She was never supposed to be a part of this!"

Ren gave him one last look before spinning and heading for the hallway follow after you.

"Things change."

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x y/n #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron x female reader #poe dameron reader insert #poe dameron x you

[peterpparkrr]

Drowning in the Light (5/?)

Chapter 5: Hope

Series: Drowning in the Light

Summary: The reader has returned to the rebellion with newfound hope. 

Word count: 2.3k

A/N: We're back! I wrote the scene with the calligraphy set before I wrote the rest of this fic way back when that book about the costumes and props included it and everyone lost their minds lol.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x F!Reader 

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

playlist for this series can be found here. you can also read this series on ao3.

“I have a job for you.”

The words hit you like a bantha to the chest. It was real. You were back. You’d tried to keep your distance. From this fight. It felt like too much. But now you had no other option. Kylo Ren and the First Order had made sure of that. 

And now they’d have to pay the price.

“But first, rest,” Leia tells you with a pointed look. “I’ll have someone show you to a room,” She says as she motions for someone to come over, telling them to find you an available room. 

“And get that cut on your leg checked out!” She adds as you start to walk away.

You pause and shoot Leia a glance over your shoulder. Shocked that she’d noticed what you’d considered a superficial injury.

“I’d notice your limp from a mile away,” She says when she sees your expression.

One of Leia’s aides walks you down a series of halls to a quiet part of the base away from the action and gives you a key fob that will give you access to the room. 

It’s small. But nice. A cot in one corner, a refresher in the other, and a small table in the middle of the room with rows of closed cupboards lining the wall. 

You manage to sit at the small table for about five minutes before you’re up again and wandering the corridors looking for the med bay. 

“Come to get that wound checked?” A medic with a tablet in her hands asks when you walk through the doors. 

“Oh, I’m actually here to check on a friend? Finn?” You ask as you glance down at your thigh a little self-consciously. You really didn’t think it was that bad, but everyone else seemed to notice it immediately, maybe it was the rip in your cargo pants that gave you away. Everyone else’s uniforms were perfectly in order.

“Ah,” She nods. “Well, you can do both.”

“Right, er,” You reply awkwardly.

The medic nods.

“I’ll show you where he is and then grab some materials to get you checked out.”

The medic brings you to the room where Finn is. He’s laying inside a glass pod, in some sort of body suit with tubes sprouting out of it and covering his whole body. 

“They’ll be able to wake him in a few days, but for now he has to stay in the coma so he can heal,” She tells you.

“So he’ll be okay?” You ask her.

You’ve known him for a few days. You’re basically strangers. But he nearly died trying to fight Ben. To protect you and Rey. And there’s just something about the pair that makes you feel a deeper connection to them. Like you’ve known them for years. 

Besides, it’s not like he has anyone else. 

And you know that feeling well. 

“Yes, he’s expected to make a full recovery,” She tells you with a small smile. “Can I take a look at that leg now?”

“Oh, yeah,” You reply as she gestures for you to take a seat in a chair nearby.

She brings over her own chair and you pull open the rip in your pants. The scar is already scabbed, that’s the joy of a lightsaber wound. It cauterizes itself. 

The medic gets to work on wrapping the wound quickly, dabbing on a salve after she’s cleaned it, and taping a bandage over it. She’s quick. Efficient. And has no interest in small talk, which you appreciate.

Just as she’s wrapping up you’re interrupted by Poe Dameron.

“Commander Dameron?” The medic says in surprise as she looks up at him. “I don’t see any broken bones,” She comments as she gives him a once-over.

“I’m here to see Finn,” He explains as he gestures to the pod that Finn is laying in.

“I’ll give the two of you some time with your friend,” The medic tells you once she finishes with the bandage, setting your foot back on the ground before leaving you and Poe Dameron alone.

“Hey,” He greets you.

“Paul,” You reply with a nod.

“It’s Poe,” He corrects you gently.

“I know,” You reply with an awkward chuckle. “Sorry, it’s just a thing I do sometimes. Cocky pilots usually need to be taken down a peg or two.”

“Is he going to be alright?” Poe asks as he glances over at Finn’s unconscious body.

“Yeah, I think so, the coma wass medically induced so he’ll heal faster, they said he’ll wake up in the next few days,” You tell him.

In all honesty, you’re surprised he’s here. He’s known Finn for fewer days than you have. A resistance pilot like Poe has met plenty of people, and had plenty of people help them out of scrapes. Usually, they’re not the type to visit those people in the medbay. Especially when they’re virtually strangers.

“Good,” Poe replies with a nod as he looks back at you. “That’s good.”

“He’s a fighter, I mean, you should have seen him, he just picked up the lightsaber and…” You trail off.

“Lightsaber?” Poe asks, his brows furrowing as he turns to look at you again.

“He and Rey, they fought Kylo Ren,” You tell him.

“I hadn’t heard.”

“I’ll give you some time alone with him,” You finally tell him. Poe doesn’t push you, asking more questions about what you said. Nor does he seem to mind the space.

“See you around,” He replies with a nod.

You offer him a small smile. 

“Poe,” You reply before heading out of the medbay. Thanking the medic on duty before heading back to your room.

The next morning you’re sitting in bed when you hear a knock at your door.

“(Y/L/N)?” The officer confirms when you open the door. You nod and they hold up a small pack. “The General wanted you to have this.” 

You take the bag from them silently and they disappear back down the hallway before you close your door again and inspect the backpack.

There’s no way.

You’d completely forgotten. In the rush to leave your old life behind when you’d run off with Han and Chewie, you’d left what meager belongings you still had here on the base. And it looks like someone had been tasked with dragging them out of storage for you now that you were back.

It was just a backpack. In which you’d hastily packed everything of yours that wasn’t destroyed in the fire at the temple. You hadn’t so much as thought about it since you’d left. Never having the chance to miss what you’d chosen to forget.

You opened the bag to find the necklace you’d placed on top of your belongings before deciding to follow Han Solo and run away from your problems. The small kyber crystal’s faint glow was hardly noticeable and the thin leather cord you’d attached to it made the whole necklace rather unassuming, yet it had been your most prized possession as a padawan. You’d been out with Luke, Ben, and several other padawans to retrieve crystals so you could construct your own lightsabers. You’d grabbed a small shard, too small to make a lightsaber with so that you could have a keepsake of what had been the most important day of your life. 

Now, without a second thought, you pulled the necklace over your head to lay against your chest under your shirt. If you were going to be part of this fight you were going to need every bit of positive energy you could scrap together. 

The backpack then held the clothes that you’d been wearing the night of the attack. The jedi robes were so central to your identity in that past life, and were unwashed, still bearing the marks of what you’d faced before you’d fled to safety. 

Beneath them was the prized possession you were both eager to find and dreading to have to reckon with. You held the cold, slick metal in your hand, it was a familiar sensation despite you being years out of practice. You hesitated before pressing the activation button as the familiar whoosh of your lightsaber greeted you. You swung your blade slowly and hesitantly to confirm you still knew how to hold it before quickly powering it down and placing it on your bed, atop the clothing. 

When you reached into the bag again, trying to remember what else you’d managed to salvage, you felt it. Your fingers grazed the edges of the wooden box you hadn’t remembered taking. 

Ben’s calligraphy set. You hardly remembered what had compelled you to pick up the discarded belongings as you had made your way toward your ship. But some part of you, in that moment, wanted something of Ben and so you’d taken it with you as you scrambled through the dwindling flames.

You held it in your hands, carefully examining it before setting it down beside your other belongings. You no longer had any desire to hold on to it. Not after what he’d done. What you’d seen him become.

The knock at your door jolted you out of your trip down memory lane. You quickly jumped up and opened it to reveal Poe Dameron standing on the other side. 

“The general wants to see you in the control room,” He told you.

You huffed slightly before nodding, you quickly grabbed your jacket off the back of your chair and pulled it on. You saw Poe looking curiously at the belongings strewn across your bed and you glanced at your bed, hesitating for a moment before grabbing the calligraphy set and making your way out of your room. 

As you shut the door to your quarters Poe turned to you curiously, “Unpacking?”

“No.” You replied harshly as the two of you walked down the hall side by side.

“Are you planning on taking notes at this meeting?” He asks.

You stare blankly at him before he nods down at the calligraphy set you’re clutching tightly to your stomach. You look straight ahead as you answer. “It’s not mine.”

“Whose is it? Because I don’t think anyone on this base even knows how to write-”

“-It was Ben Solo’s,” You tell him. He stares back at you with such a shocked expression that for a second you’re tempted to tell him that it was just a joke. But you have no reason to lie. Leia knows your history. And you won’t hide it from anyone else. Not anymore. 

Poe quickly recovers and with one last sidelong glance at you and then the box you’re holding, he finally shuts up. 

“General,” You greet Leia as you and Poe stride up to her.

Leia looks up from her hushed conversation with a Lieutenant. “Oh, good,” She says with a smile, “I trust that you still know how to fly an x-wing? I’d like to promote you to Captain.”

“Leia...I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” You begin to protest. Taken aback by the blunt order.

“We both know you’re overqualified for that position, but I need you close,” Leia tells you gently. 

Of course, she does. You’re the loose thread tying her to her son, and now to Han. Both of whom she’s lost. 

And you should feel the same way. But it’s all a bit too much. 

You sigh before resigning yourself to your new reality. If you were going to stay, you needed to be useful. And after everything Leia has done for you over the years, you owe it to her to try and support her too.

“Okay,” You say after a moment. Your mouth pressed into a line as you granted her a nod. “I’ll do it.”

“Wonderful, I’ll get the ground crew to assign you to a squadron and find you a good x-wing,” Leia replies. “Connix, can you take care of that?”

“Right away, General,” Connix, the lieutenant, replies with her own sharp nod before disappearing. 

“You’ll be flying under Commander Dameron,” She replies. 

Poe nods wordlessly. You don’t have time to read into his quietness. 

“Oh, before you go,” You add. “I-I found this with all the stuff I left here, I just thought I’d see if you’d want to keep it,” You tell her as you thrust the calligraphy set toward her.

Leia takes a moment, looking down at the box without saying anything.

“I can throw it out if you don’t! I just thought-” You quickly add at her hesitation.

“No,” Leia says gently, cutting off your ramblings. “Thank you, (Y/N).”

You nod and hand her the box wordlessly before dismissing yourself.

“Poe, walk with me,” She says.

Leia leads Poe away from the hustle and bustle before turning to face him.

“She…” Poe mutters. Shaking his head. When they’d first met he’d thought he knew her type. He’d known women like her. Rough and abrasive types from his work before he became a pilot. But every interaction since had just left him with questions. He couldn’t make heads or tails of it.

“I’ve known (Y/N) since she was a child,” Leia tells Poe. “Her father was a representative in the new Senate with me. Their family is from Naboo. And then she went to study with my brother and son as a Jedi.”

“She was the only student who survived the massacre at my brother’s Jedi temple. She’d been traveling with Han for six years. Her parents were on Hosnian Prime working with the senate when the First Order destroyed the system.”

“She’s been through so much, and she just lost three of her parental figures in one day,” “She needs to fight. It’s her nature. But I need you to watch over her. There’s only so much loss a person can take before they… break.” 

“You mean... She’s a Jedi?” Poe asked in disbelief.

“She was,” Leia replied. A glint of something in her eyes as she glanced away from him for a moment. “But this war, it’s taken everything from her.” 

“Protect her, Poe,” She implored him. “I need your word that you’ll keep her safe.”

“I promise,” Poe replied with a nod. “I promise.”

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[weasleywinchester]

Please Don’t Tell Anyone (Pt. 3)

Part 1 | Part 2

Poe Dameron x female reader

You know, I always try to keep cute fluffy ideas in my brain, and this literally came to me as I got in the shower. So enjoy some fluff and shenanigans bought to you by Rey

P.S. it’s not essential to read the other parts, but it helps you understand a few references 🧡

P.P.S. I did use a fluff prompt from someone’s list, but I don’t have the link :(

“Are you checking me out?” Poe whispers across the board room table. You’ve been staring at him for what feels like eons, much like the duration of this meeting. You blink hard, eyes now focused on his full blown smirk, and frown.

“No. You’re obscuring my view.” You whisper harshley. Poe’s smirk turns into a frown as he spins his chair toward the presentation happening behind him.

Oh. He sighs. Maybe she did just mean lunch as a friend. His frown deepens, deciding he should probably pay attention.

“Hey you have one of those notepad things?” Rey huffs as she takes a seat beside you.

“The meeting started thirty minutes ago.” You point out.

“Jedi training.” She gives you a duh look. “ Notepad?” She makes a grabby motion with her hands.

“Just this one.” You quickly tear off your doodle page and hand it to her, along with a pen. “Since when do you write on paper?” You raise your brows as she starts scribbling.

“Leia said it would be good to write down what I see when I meditate. Might help me understand the force a bit better. Said it worked for one of Luke’s students.”

You nod. It did help you with your meditation, helped you think further on what the force was bringing to you.

Rey writes as much as she can until her hand cramps; which leads her to doodling. She liked drawing people, faces. It was something that her memory blocked about her parents for so long that she started drawing to engrain as many faces as she could into her brain.

She had seen over the course of many meetings that you always drew in the corners and the margins, a habit she happily adopted. But today there was a hidden surprise. As she shaded the small forest she had started, words began to appear. She quickly scribbled over the whole corner to reveal two words in your messy script:

Mrs. Dameron

Her eyes dart to the back of Poe’s head, and then to the side of your face. Finn’s not going to believe this. She smiles to herself.

When the meeting finally ends Rey quickly skips to your office and waits for you.

“You sprinted out of that meeting just to meet me here?” You laugh, punching your code in.

“Though I’d return your notepad before it became mine forever.” She laughs tossing it on your desk.

“How thoughtful.” You roll your eyes, taking a seat at your desk.

“Left my forest doodle at the top, figured you’d enjoy it.” She smiles extra wide.

“You ok?” You raise your brows at her. Your smile is freakin me out…

“Mmhmm.” She nods, putting her chin in her hands as she leans on the desk. You give her another look before grabbing the notepad and putting it back inside your clipboard. And then you see it. Mrs. Dameron rubbed over with the pen. Fuck me.

“Didn’t realize you had a thing for pilots…”

You bite down on your tongue. You know you can’t deny it, that’ll just make her run off and tell Poe… or worse Finn.

“Please don’t tell anyone.” You plead. “Especially Finn.” You point at her. She holds her hands up in surrender but the smile on her face says nothing but trouble.

_______

“Rey said this is for you.” The receptionist smiles as you collect the day's mail. You mumble a thanks as you scan over the data from the last week. You rip open the envelope to reveal a second envelope; but the second one says

For Mrs. (Y/N) Dameron

You slap the envelope to your chest and scurry into your office, sliding the door shut.

“If she doesn’t kill me, I’ll kill her.” You chuckle to yourself. You open the envelope and inside is a a doodle of you and Poe hugging BB8.

Aww. Damn you Rey for making something so cute. You slide it into one of the frames you have your desk that faces you, and smile.

_______

You stretch your neck as you walk to your locker, stiff from the latest patrol. Eager to get your flight suit off you fling your locker open.

“Shit!” You jump. There’s a drawing of Poe hanging from the locker shelf.

“Hey, how was your patrol?” Finn asks. You quickly rip the drawing down, grabbing a book and shoving it in the cover.

“Fine! Fine.” You nervously shrug, flashing him a smile.

“You ok?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“Ya, totally…” you giggle. Too much, calm down.

“Ok… you wanna hang tonight? Poe and Rey have the night off too.” He hikes his thumb over his shoulder. You’re being really weird and jumpy… kinda like Poe when Finn discovered him putting plants in your office.

“Ya, ya. Uh, that’s good. I actually have to talk to Rey about something anyways.” You smile, closing your locker and backing away. “I’ll see you tonight!” You awkwardly stick your hand in the air and take off running.

______

You don’t stop until you're safely back inside your room. You slip the drawing out of the book and look at it. It’s a beautiful portrait of him; extremely detailed and life-like. So much so you could have sworn you’d seen it somewhere before.

The sound of something scraping along the floor pulls your eyes away and you see another envelope addressed to Mrs. Dameron. You open the door but she’s already gone. You quickly open the envelope to reveal another drawing, but this one is much more risqué.

“I’m going to kill you.” You tell the empty room before throwing both drawings on your bed and hitting the shower.

_______

“I love this couch.” You mumble as you lay across the whole thing. You hear a little excited wooooaaw as BB8 comes barreling toward you.

“Hey BB, whatchya got?” You smile as his little arm holds out a piece of paper. The front says Mrs. Dameron and you quickly rip it from BB8’s grasp. He gives a surprised beep, backing up a little.

“Sorry bud, didn’t mean to scare you.” You pat his belly as you open the paper.

“She scarin you buddy?” Poe coos at him, sitting next to your feet.

“I didn’t mean too!” You playfully cry out. This time instead of a drawing there’s a picture of you and Poe. You’re not sure who took it or when but you and Poe are both full blown cheesin at the camera.

“Does that say Dameron on it?” Finn leans over the back of the couch, tilting his head to try and see the paper better.

“What?! No!” You instantly tuck the paper under your arm.

“What was it?” Poe taps your feet, and you raise them so he can scoot over to let Finn sit next to him.

“Just something from Rey.” You wave them off.

“What about me?” She smirks, handing Finn the bucket of snacks and standing in front of your face.

“I got your note.” You glare at her, sitting up.

“Did you like it?” She asks. The boys start talking about what movie to watch so you turn your back to them.

“How did you get so much detail?” You ask under your breath.

“Mm. First one was off one of the pictures you took when you had the three of us model for you.” She smiles, sticking a gummy blurg in her mouth.

“And the one you slid under the door?” The smile on her face gets wider, and you can tell she’s trying to hold in a laugh.

“That was mainly Kaydel. We took some liberties.” She giggles.

“I’m going to kill you both.” You shake your head, turning to the boys.

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[flightlessangelwings]

While we’re on the subject on inclusivity:

Inclusivity in your mood boards is just as important as inclusivity in the fic itself. Please try to include poc and curvy images in your mood boards as well! Please!

Your moodboard is the introduction to your story and sets the mood and the vibe. When you only have skinny white girls in your moodboards, you’re communicating a message that’s all who you thought of while writing and that’s the only type who is attractive and desirable to the characters. Poc deserve to feel seen too and feel like they were thought of while writing. Especially so when you’re writing for characters of color!

You don’t even have to use *only* poc or curvy pictures for your mood boards. Including different skin tones to show that you made the effort is much appreciated. You could also use shadow images or fully blacked out silhouettes to hide the skin tone altogether. There are plenty of resources and images out there that you should be able to find more than just skinny white girls. I know is it takes a little extra digging but it’s very much worth it to show inclusivity!

I know Pinterest is the bane of image finding, but it can be a good resource to find poc images. Just search (whatever aesthetic you’re looking for) + dark skin or person of color or something similar and you’ll find plenty of images. And the more you save the more images will show up in your feed. I constantly collect images to have references later when I need them.

Unsplash is another good resource to find poc models and images. And there’s also models of color pages right here on tumblr! There are resources out there it just takes a little effort to find the right images!

And as an ending note: using only skinny white girls in your mood board and then putting a disclaimer like “images do not represent reader they’re just fitting the aesthetic” isn’t the work around you think it is. I understand it’s not done in purpose and you most likely don’t realize it, but saying that says poc don’t fit your aesthetic and it’s still alienating and hurtful. Just something to keep in mind.

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[nowritingonthewall]

Hi! Can I ask for some random and domestic Poe HC? 🤧

Hello Nonnie, thank you so much for your request! I am sorry that my hcs always appear to escalate into mini-essays, I hope that you enjoy them anyway 🥰

!Content warning for allusions to past trauma (because it’s Poe) but it’s mostly fluffy!

Domestic headcanons with Poe (x gn!reader)

- If you were honest, you would never have expected Poe to actually settle down after the Battle of Exegol and the fall of the First Order. After all, he had been on the run since he had been 16 years old, his family a bunch of rebels, his home scattered across the stars. You had fully expected him to make his new job as a flying instructor his whole new life, filling every second with something exciting to do, always chasing the next thrill, never slowing down and let himself think for even a minute.

Instead, after helping the New Republic to get back on its feet, he had put most of his energy and devotion into making a home with you.

Even though he loves his job teaching students (and spending a lot of time in his x-wing while doing so), he always makes sure to finish on time so that he can spend as much of the remainder of the day with you as possible. It has become one of your daily little rituals for you to wait for him, sitting on your porch, two mugs of freshly brewed caf in your hands. It never stops warming your heart to see that gorgeous crinkly-eyed smile lighting up his face as soon as he sees you waiting for him. Giving you an adorable little wave, he always quickens his pace before pulling you into a long and heartfelt hug.

Watching the suns painting the sky with the most beautiful colours imaginable, you’ll sit snuggled up against each other, listening to each other's daily adventures.

It usually doesn’t take long before Poe’s head grows heavy against your shoulders. The first few times he tried to fight it and wouldn’t stop apologizing, no matter how often you tried to assure him that you didn’t mind at all. But soon these late afternoon or early evening naps become just another part of your daily routine.

Poe spent more than half his life making sure that everyone around him felt safe. Now, with the war becoming a more and more distant memory each day, it’s like his mind finally allows his body to catch up on all the rest that he has been denied during all those years – finally feeling safe in your arms.

And there really aren’t a lot of things that you enjoy more than holding your sleepy boy with his head resting in your lap, one hand intertwined with his, as the other one plays with his hair. You smile at every patch of grey that you find among his inky curls, more than grateful to be given the precious gift of being allowed to watch him grow old with you. It makes the warmest and fuzziest feelings bloom inside your heart to see his worry lines relax under the soft touch of your hand as you listen to his content mumbling and cutest little sighs.

- He still can’t sleep without you around, though. Whenever he is in dire need of a nap, and the weather has gone too cold to sit outside, even under a heap of cuddly blankets, he’ll sit down on the couch, look at you with the most irresistible baby ewok eyes and his softest smile and tap on his chest to ask for his favourite human blanket.

Sometimes he falls asleep within seconds as soon as you snuggle up to him. Sometimes he finds that it wasn’t sleep that he craved after all but simply the comforting presence of you right next to him, listening to the soothing rhythm of your breathing as you drift into peaceful slumber until his breath synchronizes with yours in perfect harmony. And sometimes your planned naps turn into Poe and you talking nonsense for hours, exchanging forehead kisses and nose rubs between giggles.

Poe used to think that the only way to escape the constantly reoccurring ringing in his ears was to drown it out with something even louder. Now he realizes that all he needs to find relief is the soft warmth of you lying on top of him, the shape of your bodies fitting together as perfectly as if they had been custom made for each other.

- And he allows himself to take his time with everything that he does. No more bone crushing hugs that aren’t allowed to last longer than a second and that he’d hoped would convey everything that he hadn’t time for to tell you in case he wouldn’t make it back from a mission. No more quick and chaste kisses to whatever body part they would land on before hurrying off into the next briefing or meeting.

Now he makes sure to pour all of his undying love for you into every single hug until you feel nothing but warm and safe and cared for. Every kiss of him shows you that you are the centre of his universe, from the very first kiss in the morning to the last kiss goodnight. They have become so much more tender and gentler, yet they never leave a single trace of doubt about his feelings for you.

Quick shared showers that used to be a practical necessity turn into long shared baths that last until the water turns cold. Sometimes when you aren’t ready to step out of your cocoon of warmth just yet, you wrap each other in fluffy towels and make yourself comfortable on the heating unit waiting until you’re dried off.

As you cuddle up to each other, enjoying the closeness, you find a new softness and gentleness to your relationship that you had never thought possible. You are no longer clinging to each other for dear life, always scared that you might lose each other the next minute, constantly feeling like loving on borrowed time.

And Poe takes his time rediscovering and getting to know you all over again. Gently scrubbing your back in the bath or giving you a long tension-relieving massage. Learning everything there is to know about how you take care of your hair, while committing every single detail about you to memory. Not because he fears that every time might be the very last chance to do so but because he decided to commit every single fibre of his heart and soul to loving you. Because he chooses you. Over and over again.

It takes a while for him to get comfortable letting you take care of him the same way that he takes care of you. Yet every time it is your turn to hold him in the bathtub, he finds it a little easier to relax against your chest, melting into your embrace a little deeper. With every soft kiss pressed to his temple, he manages to let go a little further. As he rests his cheek against yours, while your hands are slowly caressing over his arms, he has never felt more vulnerable and at the same time more safe and protected than during those moments.

That’s when the tears tend to flow.

Those are the days when you make sure to take extra good care of him. Letting him rest his head against your shoulder as you carefully pat his back with a towel, gently kissing his tears away before placing a soft kiss on every single one of his scars, putting pain relieving lotion on his arm and massaging his tense shoulder. Only a few months ago this kind of special treatment would have made him feel more than uncomfortable. Seeing his own needs through your loving eyes, he slowly begins to accept that it is okay to take them seriously. And as he curls up against your chest, he doesn’t only allow it but he knows that he can completely trust you to take care of him.

- Poe has always loved to dance. Nearly as much as he loves to cuddle with you. Sadly, the days of the Resistance hadn’t exactly given you a lot of opportunity to do so and reasons to break into celebratory dances had been all too rare. So now he takes any chance he gets to hug you from behind, snuggle up as close to you as possible, rest his head on your shoulder and his cheek against yours while swaying the both of you to some music coming from your holopad or to a secret rhythm that only the two of you seem to be able to feel.

You dance in the morning while waiting for the first few cups of caf to brew, while waiting for something yummy baking in the oven, when you’re trying to dust the shelves, or while doing the dishes.

Doing the dishes never becomes a boring task with Poe. If he doesn’t turn it into a dance, there are bound to be lather battles that more often than not turn into tickle fights. And they always end with him using the dish cloth to draw you in for a long and wobbly-knees-inducing kiss.

This is also where most of your more serious conversations take place. It’s always been easier for Poe to talk about difficult topics while his hands have something to do. So whenever you feel like there’s something on his mind that he has trouble talking about, you’ll ask him “dish discussion?”, to which he answers with a relieved smile.

And, of course, should the topic require some serious hugging action, you can always continue your discussion on the kitchen floor, which proves over and over again to be the best place to solve any problem imaginable. And in case one of you should be in need of an even more comforting atmosphere, your kitchen cabinet features an extra compartment containing all the components required to build a blanket fort. It’s a habit that goes back to the early days of you joining the Resistance. And afterwards your blanket fort of safety can easily be converted into a blanket fort of romantic dinners and cuddle sessions.

- The two of you share a little garden with Rey, who doesn’t live too far away from you (I am sorry, LEGO, I refuse to believe that the trio would ever split up!). At least it was a little garden in the beginning. It all started when Poe noticed how Rey’s eyes would start to sparkle whenever she came across anything lush and green. So he began to present her with a special plant from every place that he visited. Pretty soon even her house was too small to accommodate her (not so) little personal jungle, so you helped her turning her backyard into a little garden. Which just kept on expanding. Because it never stopped warming Poe’s heart to see the way Rey’s face shining brighter than the suns whenever he found a new exotic plant for her.

He helped her create her special place of happiness both in her mind and in the physical world and you two are the only ones apart from Finn she trusts to take care of it. Even if your and Poe’s gardening sessions sometimes turn into several rounds of mud wrestling or splashy water fights.

Poe’s first very own gardening project featured the planting of a row of koyo trees. They weren’t even supposed to be able to grow in this climate but Poe Dameron has never been one to let logic or reason stand in the way of matters close to his heart. After all, he had managed to nurse a force tree back to health without any jedi tricks. And maybe Rey’s and Finn’s way with the force helped a little, too. Though he will always tell everyone willing (or maybe not too willing) to listen that it was your loving care that made the trees grow and flourish and bloom in the end.

His proud little face when he was able to harvest the very first fruit is another one of your many precious and treasured memories. Of course he let you have the first bite, almost a little nervous about your reaction.

The original plan was to turn the fruits into juice and jelly and lots of cakes. Which was a good plan. And it probably would have worked if the koyo fruits hadn’t been so damn tasty that you ate most of them before they ever had a chance to land in a basket. And what better way to spend the last days of summer than sitting lazily in the cool shadow of a koyo tree, taking turns to lie in each others lap while feeding each other freshly picked koyo fruits?

- During the nights when neither of you is able to sleep, you’ll climb onto the roof of your house, which offers a snug little platform that provides the perfect secluded retreat to lie on your back and gaze at all the stars in the galaxy. A galaxy that’s finally at peace.

Poe’s gaze keeps wandering back to you, though, and every time it does, he can’t stop smiling. As soon as you notice, you’ll snuggle a little closer to cradle his head and place the softest little kiss on his forehead, making him smile even wider. Softly stroking your cheek, he returns the kiss. On your nose, on your temple, across your jaw line, all over both of your cheeks, and everywhere he can reach.

You finally dare to make plans for the future again. Talking about all the stars and systems and planets you would like to explore together. Without rush, without being constantly on your guard, actually being able to look forward to visiting them.

The important thing is that Poe is no longer driven by the uncontrollable need to chase every single one of them. Because he has his own little galaxy lying right here by his side.

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[campingwiththecharmings]

Wasted On You

AN: No one asked for this but it came to me, and I wanted it so, hope y'all enjoy lol.

(Un-beta’d)

In which Poe is a handsy, overly-affectionate drunk.

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 1,863 Pairing: Poe Dameron x F!Reader Warnings: alcohol consumption, kissing, frottage/thigh riding, semi-public sex, soft!Poe, sub!Poe (if you squint), fluff, PDA, cursing, Poe being the adorable menace that he is. AO3

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The spotchka sloshes out of your glass as you clink it with the others at the table, the sounds of raucous laughter and general gaiety filling the room as everyone celebrates the Resistance’s latest win. It’d been a big one, one that had been fought for long and hard; years of sleepless nights and an innumerable number of undercover missions later, it was finally over. Everyone was thrilled, of course, but none more so than Poe Dameron. 

You take a sip and smile as you watch him cheer, his elation and relief obvious. He’d been neck deep in the middle of it all as the General’s right-hand man, taking charge of at least a third of the missions that had gotten all of you to this point; if anyone deserved to celebrate, it was definitely Poe. 

It’s why you haven’t tried to pull him away yet, why you haven’t stopped him from drinking jet juice like it’s water. You know you probably should but…he’s just having so much fun, and you can’t bear to be the one that ends it. He’s definitely sloshed, laughing at the dumbest things and stumbling around like a baby that’s just learning how to walk. It’s been pretty amusing to witness, if you’re honest.  

You watch as the people he’s been speaking with move on, clapping him on the shoulder as they head toward another group that’s taken up residence in the back corner. Once he’s alone, he sits quietly, smiling softly to himself for a moment, before his brow suddenly furrows in confusion. He looks around, an exaggerated frown on his lips as he searches for something. When his eyes meet yours, his smile returns, wide and a little dopey, as he stands to his feet and unsteadily shuffles over. 

You chuckle when he plops down onto the chair beside you, his arm draping over your shoulders as he leans in so close, his nose bumps against your cheek. 

“There you are, sweetheart,” he drawls, his voice raspy from all the cheering and screaming. “I’ve been looking all over for you.” 

An involuntary shiver runs through you at the roughness of his voice, conjuring memories of the other times he’s sounded like this for you (his forehead pressed to yours, breath puffing against your lips as he pushes into you again and again—). He pulls you closer, his lips brushing your cheek as his other hand falls to your knee. 

“Maker,” he groans, kissing his way over your jaw toward your ear. “Baby, you smell delicious.” 

You tilt your head slightly to better accommodate him, your chuckle a little throaty. “I do?” 

He hums, pushing his nose against the side of your neck and breathing in deeply.  

You chew your lip, eyes darting around the room as he resumes kissing you, this time on your neck, the hand on your knee slowly inching its way up to your thigh. 

“Poe,” you warn, squirming a little in your chair as you halt his hand’s upward progression with your own. “We’re in public.” 

He grunts, nosing aside the collar of your shirt to nip at your collarbone. “So?” 

Your chuckle morphs into a whine as he worries a mark there with his teeth, arousal pooling in your gut at the mild sting. He groans into your neck when your fingers find their way into his hair, curling around the soft, thick strands. Gently, you pull him off of you, his eyelids heavy, mouth slightly agape as he stares at you. You’re not sure you’ll ever get used to the way he looks at you, so much unabashed love and adoration, so much want. Unable to resist, you lean in and kiss him softly on the lips. 

 As you pull away again, you say. “C’mon, flyboy, let me take you home.” 

The two of you say goodnight to everyone before stumbling from the cantina, Poe’s arm laid over your shoulders. Your arm wraps around his waist in an effort to keep him upright, only to have him lean heavily against your side, humming contentedly as he buries his face in your neck again. You manage to get him to the door just outside the living quarters hall before he starts trying to grope you, hand slipping not-so-stealthily toward your chest.  

“Stop it,” you chuckle, rolling your eyes as you swat his hand away. 

He snorts into your neck, his mouth once again exploring the area. “Stop what?” he asks between kisses, lips dragging over your skin. “‘m not doing anything.” 

You hum skeptically, pausing to key the entry code to the door. As you wait for it to slide open, he pulls your earlobe between his lips, his teeth nipping at the edges. Your breath hitches in surprise, and he must hear it because he smiles. You drag him into the hall once the door opens, silently thanking the Maker that everyone seems to still be out celebrating. 

Poe’s quarters aren’t far, and normally take just a few minutes to reach, however, what should be a quick trek is hindered by the fact that a certain drunk commander can’t seem to stop touching you. You fend him off without issue, though, biting back your laughter at the terrible pick-up lines he’s throwing your way. 

“You do know that I can’t carry you, right?” you tease, snorting as he knocks you into the wall with his weight again. 

He chuckles as he attempts to right himself, but only succeeds in making you even more lopsided. “I’m sorry, baby, I can’t help that I am trapped in the gravitational field of your smile.” 

You scoff, shaking your head fondly as you turn the corner to the hall that (blessedly) houses Poe’s quarters. “You’re an idiot.” 

He laughs again, and you grunt as he leans into your side yet again, his breath puffing against your cheek. “Yeah, but I’m your idiot.” 

It’s cheesy, but the truth of the statement makes something warm lodge itself in your heart all the same. 

You’re almost there, can literally see his door as you both plod awkwardly down the hall. He’s quieter now, but you’re so focused on getting him into his room, you don’t think to ask why.  

Without warning, he leans into you again, throwing you off balance and pinning you to the wall with his hips. Before you can scold him, he covers your lips with his own, stealing your words as well as the breath from your lungs. He tastes like a Keshian spice roll, sweet and a little tangy, and you melt into him, your fingers curling into his shirt to keep him against you. His tongue is warm, insistent, as it slides hungrily against yours, coaxing a soft moan from your throat.  

He sighs, grinding against you clumsily as he devours your mouth. His hands are everywhere; on your face, your hips, your ass, his strong fingers gripping and pulling, manipulating your body like he would his ship. You whine as he slots his thigh between your legs, pushing it up against your core, mumbling something about wanting to see you fall apart. You moan at the friction, canting your hips as he pulls his mouth from yours to groan into your neck. Your fingers weave into his hair as you both continue to grind against each other, the pleasure building steadily in your gut.  

“Poe,” you sigh breathlessly, eyes flying open when you remember where you are. “Baby, your room is right there.” 

He grunts in response, his mouth latching onto your neck.  

You open your mouth to respond, then promptly choke on a moan when he shifts his leg, the movement pressing the seam of your pants against your clit.  

“Maker, I love all the pretty, little sounds you make,” he slurs, voice raspy as he pulls back to meet your eyes. “You gonna come for me, sweetheart?” 

The greedy look in his eyes sends another jolt of pleasure through you, your breath hitching as you cant your hips, seeking your release.

“Poe,” you whine, telling him that you’re close (so close), that you just need a little more— 

He shushes you softly, pressing his forehead against yours, his own hips still rutting lazily against you, and when you come, he kisses you, swallowing your moans.  

The first thing you notice when you come back to yourself is that Poe’s rock-hard cock is digging into your hip. When you open your eyes, he’s watching you, his smile soft, eyes heavy-lidded, still blown wide with lust. 

That’s when you remember where you are. 

Shit.  

Panic slices through you as you wriggle in his hold, trying to push yourself off of the wall (and his thigh). You’re mortified—had anyone seen you? Had they heard? You groan (and not in the pretty way Poe likes), eyes darting around in search of any onlookers. Poe chuckles, nose nudging against yours as he tries to reclaim your attention. 

As you return your attention to your menace of a boyfriend, you can’t seem to stop the laugh that escapes you, clapping a hand over your mouth to stifle the sound. He laughs too, snorting when you place your other hand over his mouth. You smile at each other as your combined giggles subside, Poe’s eyes crinkling a little by his eyes.  

“Let’s get you to bed, commander,” you say finally, fingers toying with the curls at the base of his neck. 

He nods, a little glassy-eyed as he stares at you with a fondness and affection that makes your stomach flip.  

When you (finally) make it into his room, he attacks you with his lips again, licking into your mouth as his hands clumsily attempt to remove your clothes. He walks backwards, bringing you along with him as he untucks your shirt from your pants. You chuckle as he struggles with your belt, grunting in frustration when he can’t seem to get it unbuckled. He huffs after a moment, abandoning his attempts and slipping beneath your shirt instead.  

Suddenly, he grunts, tripping and falling heavily onto his bed and pulling you right along with him. You laugh softly, pushing yourself up on your forearms to look down at him; his eyes are glazed with want, dark curls splayed across his blanket in a messy halo, eyelids heavy. 

“Slow down, baby,” you whisper, smiling softly as you lean in to kiss him again. 

He melts into the mattress, moaning into your mouth as his hands slide up your back, hips pushing against yours. You grind down onto him slowly, gently, swallowing every sigh and whimper that falls from between his lips. He comes with a choked moan not long after, fingers digging into your skin as his hips stutter against yours. 

You pull back when you feel him sag in relief beneath you, your hands combing through his hair. His eyes are closed, body limp and heavy, and you realize—he fell asleep. You snort, smiling fondly at him before pressing a kiss to his forehead. As you try to slip from his hold though, he tightens his arms around you, murmuring softly for you to stay. 

Unable to deny him anything, you do.

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[dameronology]

hi, can i please request hcs of post-war poe? you know, poe and reader are finally together in peacetime instead of being constantly at war, and they're finally building a life together. maybe an actual house, eventual children? domestic fluff basically

first of all: yes i am obsessed with this and secondly: sorry this has taken me 95 years to write

quite honestly, there were times during the war when poe wasn't even sure he would come out the other side of it. if the job didn't kill him, something else (probably the first order tbh) would. daring to dream was scary. daring to have hope felt borderline idiotic, like he was setting himself up for failure.

you were the thing that got him through it all: through the long missions, the rough nights, the battles that left scars both on his skin and in his mind. even on the darkest days, you were the tiny spark that kept him going.

the day the resistance won felt like a dream. seeing you across the crowd when he got back to ajaan kloss was like...an out of body moment. you were okay. he was okay. things were gonna be okay.

after taking a few days to just be, you and poe got your asses into gear. he was appointed general of the new galactic republic's navy and you assumed a similarly high position within the government.

at first, you found yourselves a little apartment in a high rise on coruscant. it wasn't much, but after years of sharing cramped rooms and tents and even just a bed on the falcon at one point, having a place of your own was everything.

it's quickly filled with physical marks of your relationships; pictures of the two of you, notes on the fridge, flowers on the kitchen counter that poe would buy you, which would stay for weeks and weeks til they withered away and he'd replace them.

those lazy days you'd spend there together, just you and him and no-one else, allowed to just exist for the first time in fucking years felt surreal

it was everything; slow mornings and late nights and rainy afternoons spent watching water fall down on the bright city lights ahead of you

it worked for a while and even then some after your first kid appeared in the world. a son, six pounds and three ounces of pure dameron with mighty lungs and the same dark hair as his dad. but he grew, and he began to walk, and suddenly the four walls that you'd once looked at and thought how the hell are we gonna fill this place? was suddenly too small

so, you moved. this time, further out from the business of the city and back to yavin 4 where everything had started for poe. home was wherever you were but being close to kes was even better. anywhere connected to shara was wonderful too.

you found a house ten minutes from where poe had grown up; it had a garden and four bedrooms (you'd said "home office" and poe had said "so at least four more, then?") and a kitchen big enough to house an army

the furniture you owned barely filled the living room but with poe's paternity leave giving him too much free time and the gift of online shopping, this problem was quickly solved

within a year, it's your home and you know that it's your forever one

within two years, there was another kid present; this time, a daughter. poe loved both his kids beyond any worldly measure but even more so every time time he saw little bits of you in them.

eventually, you and poe save up enough to take a few years out of work; obviously, it's something you'd have to return to but just for a little while, there's nothing to focus on but each other and your family

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[ashxllbey]

Poe Dameron x Fem!reader - Mortal Peril (Starman One Shot)

GIF by redheadspark

Word count: 1.3k Warnings: fluff, one or two 'idiots', otherwise none. A/N: Hello there. First of all, thank you for the love on the last chapter. Unfortunately, this is not a new update, as I'm still working on it. But! This is a 50 subs celebratory one-shot, taking place before last chapter, as a thank you for your support. Regarding updates - while I appreciate your enthusiasm regarding this fic, I'm extremely busy and I don't have a lot of free time. Those of you who follow me on AO3 might know that I'm a resident. I'm currently in my ICU rotation and I can't sit down and focus on a 10k chapter, though I would like to. So, please, be patient, and don't 'please update' me. Polite messages are always okay, though! That being said: I'm totally open to writing OS for our two favorite idiots (since it doesn't require nearly as much energy). If there's anything in particular you'd like to see, feel free to message me! I'll keep working on the next update in the meantime. Stay safe, I appreciate y'all!

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[krypticcafe]

I'm not asking for much. I'm just asking for more gender neutral, nonbinary, and male reader fanfics. It's not hard to write different pronouns, it really isn't. Also, please please PLEASE label your fem!readers! I get whiplash every time I find an unlabeled reader fic thinking it's gn but nope!!! I feel like by now gn!reader should be the standard :((

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[peterpparkrr]

Drowning in the Light (4/?)

Chapter 4: Return

Series: Drowning in the Light

Summary: The reader finds herself face to face with the man who she once considered her best friend. Now on opposite sides of a war, where do her loyalties lie? And what role is she prepared to take in this fight?

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: Has it been 2 years (almost to the day) since I updated this fic? Yes. After an unexpected hiatus, I have returned with this beast of a chapter to remind you all how much I adore this story.

Pairing: (eventual) Poe Dameron x F!Reader 

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) // (Part 5)

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The sound of ships approaching and of the sudden hail of blaster fire that shown down around you. But that wasn’t what pulled you out of your reverie-- no-- it was the sudden presence of someone who’d died along with the rest of the Jedi. 

Him. 

Ben was coming for the droid.

You needed to find them first. You sprinted off into the forest desperate to find Rey and the droid before he could.

You could hear the sound of blasters behind you as you raced through the forest surrounding Maz’s castle. But nothing was going to distract you from your mission. 

As you whizzed past boulders and jumped over fallen trees you tried desperately to reach out to Rey, to use the force to try and find her. Unfortunately, your powers are not unlike a muscle, and after years of tamping down every impulse to connect to the force and your powers, it is now a struggle just to search for another being.

Luckily as you’re searching you manage to spot the familiar orange and white droid in your periphery.  

“BB-8!” You thank Maker that you’d found the droid before it was too late, “Where’s Rey?” You ask it as you look around. 

BB-8 frantically beeps and whirls at you and you can’t help but groan. She’s brave, but what a stupid plan. There was no way she could take Ben on with just a blaster.

“Get back to the others, don’t let anyone else see you.” You tell BB-8 quickly before taking off in the direction the droid had pointed you.

“No!” You shout as you run up on Rey and Ben.

“Ben-” 

But before you can say, or do, anything you feel the pressure of the force pressing against your chest as you go flying into the air, until you feel your back make contact with a tree trunk as all the air is knocked out of your lungs and you fall to your hands and knees. 

“Ben, please,” You choke out as you push yourself to your feet.

Your eyes flicker over to Rey’s form, still immobilized on Ben’s other side. You’d all seen the map, so even without the little BB droid, it wouldn’t take long to pull the memory of it out of the head of someone like Rey.

As you reached your hand out in determination to free Rey from Ben’s grasp you feel a stabbing pain in your head. You groan as your eyes flicker back to Ben, desperately wishing you still had a weapon on your person to properly fight back. 

Before you can do anything to stop him a branch comes flying at you out of nowhere and slams into your stomach, sending you keeling over from its brute force as you collapse from the pain. 

“You should have stayed dead,” Ben’s voice cuts through the vocoder of his helmet coldly as it tilts down at your form where you groan on the forest ground.

You watch helplessly as he returns to Rey, forces his way into her mind, and carries her lifeless body out of the woods. 

You push yourself to your feet as quickly as you can manage and sprint back to the remains of Maz’s castle as fast as you can. 

You were just making it to the edge of the trees when you saw the ship taking off. Both of them were on it. You were too late.

You’re desperate to find General Organa, but you don’t need to go far, she’s stepping off a transport ship and speaking to Han when you find him, Chewie, Finn, and BB-8 among the wreckage. You try to give the estranged couple some privacy before Han and Chewie come back to prep the ship.

“Go on, kid,” Han mutters as he jerks his head back towards the General. 

“Leia,” You greeted the woman you once knew well. “They...they destroyed the entire Hosnian System.”

“I know, (Y/N), I am so sorry,” She tells you before pulling you into your own hug. 

“There is this girl, Rey, she’s seen the map to Luke,” You struggle to explain, “He took her. Ben. He was here.”

“I see,” Leia replies as she nods, lips pursing as she processes what this will mean for the resistance.

“The droid has the map,” You add as you gesture behind you to the BB droid whirling around Finn. 

“We’ll discuss it at the base,” Leia finally says as she gestures for her lieutenants to wrap things up and head back to their ships. 

“I’m glad you’re alright,” She calls after you as you head back to the Millennium Falcon. 

You turn around and give her a brief nod before you join the others on the ship.

None of you said much as Han and Chewie flew you all to the resistance base. Once you landed you were slow to get off the ship. You still weren’t prepared to be back. You’d left the resistance for a good reason. But you also couldn’t help but feel like there was a force pulling you back in. That wanted you here. To be a part of something that you couldn’t fully grasp yet. 

When you joined the others they were already discussing plans. 

It was obvious that this Starkiller Base was a bigger threat than anyone had been able to anticipate. And it needed to be neutralized if the resistance wanted to stand a chance against the First Order. 

The fact that Rey’s memory held a copy of the map to Master Skywalker seemed like a nonissue, just like the fact that Ben was holding Rey captive on the base.

You could tell Finn was desperate to get to the base and rescue Rey. And you just needed to find a way to help him do that. 

“You’ll need a ship like the Falcon to get onto the planet undetected,” You point out as the leaders argue amongst themselves. “And someone like Finn who knows the base to find the control room.”

“We’ll get Finn down to the base and help him disable the shields, your fleet takes out the oscillator and we’re all off the planet before that happens,” Han tells Leia and the group. “Hopefully,” He adds after a moment of consideration. 

“Okay,” Leia replies and you shoot Finn a brief smile as you move to grab your things.

“Hey buddy,” You greet BB-8 as he beeps at you excitedly, whirling around your feet. “That's great! I’m glad he’s alive.”

“Commander Dameron, this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” Leia introduces you, “She’s a family friend.” 

You glance at her curiously before returning your focus to the pilot standing beside her.

“And (Y/N), this is Poe Dameron.”

“The BB droid is yours,” You say in lieu of a greeting.

“Yes, he is,” He replies with a smirk. 

“He talks about you a lot,” You tell him as you cock your head to the side. “From his description, II thought you’d be taller.” 

“(Y/N)!” Han shouted from across the hangar, pulling your focus.

“Duty calls,” You say to Leia and Poe. “It was nice to meet you, Paul Damon,” You add as an afterthought before you race off to help Chewie with the pre-flight checks.

It’s probably your own fault for thinking that turning off the shields would be the easy part of this mission. That any part of this mission would be easy. 

After nearly dying in a fiery crash thanks to Han crash landing the Falcon near the base in an effort to fly under their radars you’d all nearly been caught. And then with Finn’s admission that he knows absolutely nothing about this base other than where the trash compactors and the mess hall are, you realize how wholly unprepared for this. 

Luck seemed to be on your side long enough to capture Finn’s former Captain and forced her to disable the shields before throwing her into a garbage chute. Thank the Maker that Rey found her own escape and happened to find you all while you were sneaking around the base. 

“Chewie and I’ll plant the explosives,” You tell Han as you all split up, You and Chewie are tasked with dotting the perimeter of the oscillator with charges.

“Ben!” Han shouts and your head shoots up from where you're crouched down, arming one of the explosives to see Han and Ben moving towards each other on the bottom level of the space.

“Han Solo. I've been waiting for this day for a long time,” Ben replies as he stalks toward his father.

“Take off that mask. You don't need it,” Han tells him.

“What do you think you'll see if I do?”

“The face of my son.”

“Your son is gone. He was weak and foolish like his father, so I destroyed him.”

“That's what Snoke wants you to believe, but it's not true. My son is alive.”

Your heart breaks as you hear the rare flood of emotion in Han’s voice. You knew that he struggled with Ben’s turn and the estrangement between himself and Leia. You never talked about it, and neither did he, but it was obvious enough in the way that you behaved with one another that you were both hiding your feelings underneath webs of apathy and sarcasm. You were so alike in that way that you don’t need to talk about it to understand what he felt. 

“No. The Supreme Leader is wise.”

“Snoke is using you for your power. When he gets what he wants, he'll crush you. You know it's true.”

“It's too late,” Ben replies 

“No, it's not. Leave here with me. Come home. We miss you.”

“I'm being torn apart. I want to be free of this pain. I know what I have to do but I don't know if I have the strength to do it. Will you help me?”

The sudden flood of emotion nearly bowls you over. It felt so like the old Ben. Like your best friend had returned to you as you watched the tears spring in his eyes. You could feel the truth in his words even from where you stood.

You honestly didn’t know what to think as you silently watched the father and son.

“Yes. Anything,” Han replies as he takes a hold of Ben. 

You feel a sudden shift and are helpless to do anything but watch as you hear the buzz of Ben’s lightsaber activating and see the end of it poking through Han’s torso.

You can’t do anything but watch silently when Rey screams and Chewie roars as you watch Han’s body fall over the edge of the walkway. Leaving only Kylo Ren standing atop it. Staring up at where the rest of you were standing. 

“Now,” You command Chewie in a voice just above a whisper as he detonates the explosives while you turn and run from the base, back to the ship.

Ben follows hot on Finn and Rey’s heels as you all race away from the base, out into the thick, snow-covered brush. 

“Get the ship and come back for us,” You tell Chewie before he nods and rushes off in the other direction while you chase after the others.

You're shocked at how well Finn, even with a lack of proper training is able to hold Ben off. But it doesn't last for long.

“Finn!”

Your arm is flung out before you can second guess yourself, pulling the saber from where it lodged itself in the snow and pulling it towards you. It takes a moment longer to finally fly through the air and into your hand but when it does you immediately realize whose saber it is and why Ben wants it so desperately. 

You’re holding Anakin Skywalker’s lightsaber. 

“That lightsaber. It belongs to me,” Ben hissed as he turned to you, his hand clutching the wound Finn managed to cause with a well-timed strike of the blade. 

“Then come and get it,” You taunt as you ignite it and begin to circle one another slowly. 

It’s been years since you’ve trained. Since you’ve fought. But fighting opposite of Ben is muscle memory. You know every single one of his moves, his defenses, his tells. But he also knows yours. And he’s had ten years of training under the Sith now. 

Your first strike comes swiftly, but Ben matches it easily. You were always the one to make the first move. Too impatient. 

But Ben’s counterstrike comes shortly after. Too impulsive. Too angry. You dodge out of the way with a graceful spin. Even in your clunky boots your moves become light and fluid with a lightsaber in your hand.

The two of you push and pull against each other effortlessly. It’s always been like a dance between the two of you, but where the moves were evenly matched when you were children, Ben’s brute force and anger have only grown and you quickly begin to struggle under his relentless pressing on your defense.

“Even now, all that rage and hate? It’s nothing compared to the power you could have had,” Ben taunts as you manage to block an attack just inches away from your face.

“You are a disappointment,” He spits at you in anger.

Your chest burns as you push out of the block and fight back, but Ben seems to have prepared for this and counters quickly before swiping into your blind spot and swiping down – hard – on your thigh. 

You groan as you try not to scream out at the pain. Your knees buckle and Ben swiftly kicks you between the shoulder blades and you fall into the snow, using the spare second before your body collapses to send the lightsaber in your hands flying in the opposite direction. 

The best you can do is to slow him down as much as possible. 

You realize from your new vantage point face down in the snow that Ben’s own movements are stilted at best as the efforts of your trio’s barrage on him have clearly taken their toll. 

You can see the pain in the way his face tenses as he reaches his uninjured arm up to pull the lightsaber into his grasp. You spare a glance around to see Finn still unmoving a ways away but find Rey stood up from where she had fallen, her own hand reaching for the saber as her brow furrows in concentration.

Your eyes widen as you see the lightsaber fly through the air, not to Ben, but into Rey’s hands. 

“I’ll get Finn, run!” You shout to Rey as she takes off, Ben hot on her trail while you crawl to Finn’s side. You can see the large wound on his back through the now tattered scraps of his jacket and hurry to pull Finn’s unconscious body over your shoulder and drag him towards the ship as you see Chewie appear in the nearby clearing. 

Once you had Finn back in the ship you re-emerged to see Rey had severed Ben’s lightsaber in two. As she moved to deal what looked to be a killing blow, a trench opened between the two, the ground opening up beneath them and pulling them away from one another. 

You’ve never seen anything like it. 

Chewie must have detonated the explosives at the perfect time. 

“Rey!” You shout from the door to the Falcon, calling her back away from the edge of the still-forming cliff.

She races over to the ship and you pull her in before shouting for Chewie to take off.

When you return to the base it feels like the entire base is celebrating.

And they should be. They destroyed a weapon that can destroy entire planetary systems. 

But the losses you’ve faced are taking their toll on you. 

Rey takes Finn to the infirmary while you and Chewie seek out Leia. 

When you see her you can tell she already knows. It’s the look in her eyes as Chewie pulls both of you into a tight hug. 

It’s so unfair, the thought that they’d spent so much time apart, and just when they’d reconnected and there was a renewed sense of hope for the two of them, that he would be ripped away from her. 

“R2-D2 reactivated,” Leia tells you once you’ve both shed a few tears, pulling you into the control room. 

“The map,” You breathe out as you look at the completed route, with the piece of the map BB-8 had now spliced into R2’s.

“Good to see you again, buddy,” You murmur to R2 as you pat him on the processor, causing him to whirl at you happily.

“Who’s going to go?” One of the commanders asks.

“You and Rey should,” Leia offers as you turn to look at her.

“No, Rey needs to be the one to go, alone.” You protest with a sharp shake of your head. It doesn’t take a deep connection to the force for you to understand what the universe wants to set into motion. This is Rey’s path. Of that you’re certain.

“You should have seen her in that forest. She’s more powerful than anyone knows. If anyone can get through to Luke, it’s her,” You tell Leia and Rey with a small smile, “I gave it all up for a reason, Rey doesn’t just need anyone to train her, she needs a real master.”

It takes them some time to prepare, but Rey, Chewie, and R2 are packed and sent off not long after the map is revealed. There’s no time to waste now that the First Order is out for Resistance blood. 

“Good luck, Rey,” You tell her as you pull her into a tight hug. “May the force be with you.”

“Take good care of her, Chewie,” You tell Chewie as he pulls you into a tight hug of his own, lifting you off your feet. 

Chewie groans mournfully. 

“I know, I know, but I think this is what he would have wanted. As much as he would have pretended like we were forcing him to do it, he would have been the first one to offer to go get him,” You say with a bitter laugh. 

“You too, R2,” You tell the droid beeping at your feet. “And give Master Skywalker hell from me,” You add with a smirk.

Once they’re aboard and ready for take-off you join Leia in sending them off. Once the Falcon disappears into the atmosphere the General turns to you. 

“I’ve got a job for you.”

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[helpinghanikan]

Star Wars: Kinktober 2023

Day 19: 69 (Poe Dameron)

Kinktober Masterlist

There’s a running joke that Poe needed to learn to keep his mouth shut. He was a great pilot, yes, but he was also a little too passionate. This can result in awkward situations and being voluntold for missions no one wants to do.

That running joke was how you ended up on Poe’s face. Grinding down against his nose as his hands grip your thighs for dear life.

“When you die in space, you’ll have no one to blame but yourself.” You say between grunts.

Poe was going to be gone for a long while. As one of the best pilots in the Resistance, this was to be expected. What wasn’t to be expected was the short notice. In less than two hours he would be gone, and you would be alone.

‘let me make it up to you,’ Poe had said with a smile.

His cock strains again the confines of his pants. The tent had been growing since you first pressed your hips against his lips. Poe had most likely intended to cum in his pants like some teenager.

You were annoyed at the situation. But that didn’t mean Poe was a bad boyfriend or anything. And he certainly deserved more than cumming in his pants.

“Mmm…Babe,” Poe moans as you lean forward. Opening the zipper of his pants.

“Shh, we’re not done yet.” You scold, rolling your hips for good measure.

He stays quiet while you gently pull his cock from its cage. Precum and spit in your hand lubricate that gentle stroking you start with. You have to strain a bit to get the tip around your mouth. Poe lifts his hips to help press his cock further into your mouth.

Until this point, Poe was taking his time. Licking through your lower lips, massaging your backside, and nipping at your thighs. Now that he was just as stimulated there was an almost urgency to licking. No longer was there a pattern on your clit, now he was open mouth licking and sucking your pussy. Like a man starved for years, he went to town on your pussy. Desperate to get you off before you could do the same to him.

It’s hard to focus while Poe is going to town like this. His cock is thick and warm in your hand. What you couldn’t fit in your mouth was stroked gently with your spit-covered hand. Taking an alternative route than the ravenous one Poe decided on.

He was getting frustrated with the gentle approach, you could tell. Your tongue doing the work of licking around his tip, moaning loudly, and only barely rolling your hips to meet Poe’s mouth. This had become a contest. Who can get the other off faster, and harder, and leave the other wanting more.

Heat has been subtly growing in your core. Your hips are moving on their own, wanting that release without checking in with the brain first. It’s not long before you’re moaning and groaning around the delicious cock. When the orgasm finally takes over your body you gasp and choke around his cock. Having no choice but to let him go and cough out spit and cum.

Poe is still drowning in pussy when this happens. His hands slide up your sides in comfort. Silently asking if you were okay.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry.” You say and get back to work.

Poe cum quickly when you take him back into your mouth. His entire body moans as he cums into your mouth. The bitter taste is hard to swallow but it almost feels like a moment of pride that you take him all down.

You’re both panting when you roll off of him. His face is wet from your juices and red from excitement. His hand finds yours, holding it tightly as you lay opposite of each other.

“I’m sorry for leaving,” He says.

“It is what it is. Just, please try and come back.” You ask, the moment mainly ruined by Poe’s apology.

He doesn’t reply to your request. Both of you know that it’s a promise he can’t keep.

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[ofstarsandvibranium]

Summer Breeze

Fandom: Star Wars (Modern AU)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x GN!Reader

Summary: Poe is back from his deployment and you two spend his first day back relaxing in your backyard. The sun is shining, a slight breeze rocking you in your hammock. All is good and right in the world.

A/N: heyoooo! i went through my tiktok favorites and buried within them were poe dameron fan cams so here i am writing a poe fic because i miss him

Poe finds you in the backyard. You're in the hammock that you set up a few days ago. As he grows closer, he sees you're reading a book. When he's standing above you, you place the book on your chest.

"Hey, handsome," you greet him with a smile.

He smiles back down at you, "Hey, honey," he leans down and presses a kiss to your lips, "Whatcha doing?"

"It's a nice day out, figured I'd put the hammock to use. Join me?"

"Will it hold both of us?" he asks in concern.

"Guess we'll have to find out." You do your best to make some room for Poe. He struggles to get in, but eventually flops beside you.

You're giggling out a "Hi."

Poe smiles back at you again, "Hi."

He maneuvers himself so that a part of you is resting on his chest, he wraps and arm around you. He lets out a content sigh, "I missed this. I missed you."

You hum back in response, "Yeah. I missed you too." Your fingers intertwine with his. You two lay there in silence, listening to the world around you. You hear birds chirping, cars driving by, the occasional neighbor walk past your street. The light breeze rocks the two of you in the hammock. The warmth of the sun and the warmth of Poe eases you into a calm and safe state of mind.

In this moment, it feels like all is right in the world.

"I want to stay like this forever with you," Poe whispers.

"Yeah?" you ask him, peering at him with a grin.

"Yeah," with his free hand, he digs for something in his pocket and pulls it out. A ring, "So how about it? Spend forever with me?"

You're beaming up at him now, "Do I even have to answer?"

"No...but just for clarification, 'cause it'd be really embarrassing if you didn't w-mmf!"

You silence him with your lips on his. When you pull away, you chuckle, "Does that answer your question?"

Poe smirks at you, "Not really."

You playfully roll your eyes at him, taking the ring and slipping it on your finger, "Yes, you dork. I'd love nothing more than to spend forever with you."

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