#poe x fem reader

[poebot]

CAN I REQUEST BABES ABBY WITH A READER THAT SEEMS SOFT AND LIKE A SWEETHEART BUT ACTUALLY ISNT? LIKE READER HAS A TRAMP STAMP AND TIDDY PIERCINGS BUT OF COURSE ABBY ONLY FINDS THAT OUT L8ER 😍😍

a/n: oh darling bless you for this one. i hope you don’t mind that this kinda went into a protective abby tangent (can you tell i have a thing for protective abby) but thank you for the request :) IK ITS KINDA LONG AND TOOK FOREVER TO WRITE I HAVE BRAINROT!! SORRY

abby absolutely adored you from the moment she first lay eyes on you at a random freshers week party for your university. she observed over the rim of her red solo cup as you awkwardly let your friend drag you in. you were standing there, stiff as a board, looking like you wanted the floor to swallow you up as she grabbed your hands and made them sway unrythmically to the music. she felt an amused smile tug on her lips, snorting as your face scrunched up in pure disgust whenever you sipped at your drink. your buddy had finally given up on forcing you to dance, running off to go mingle with other freshmen and leaving you to fend for yourself. she frowned.

you were the cutest little thing she’d ever seen. too good and pure for this dingy place, and certainly too good for the slimy frat bro she watched approach you, grabbing your hips from behind and leaning down to whisper in your ear. abby watched you visibly cringe away from his touch, and her feet were carrying her over there before her brain had even processed she was moving.

she loomed menacingly behind the guy for a moment, assessing the scene to make sure you weren’t actually into the freak before stepping in front of you both. you looked up to meet her gaze and felt your heart physically drop out of your ass. she was the sexiest woman you think you’d ever seen. tall, muscular, blonde hair cascading down her broad shoulders, passionate blue eyes piercing into the creep behind you. she looked straight out of your fantasies and she was smiling warmly at you like you were old friends, pulling you by the hand out of his grasp and into her huge arms like a guardian angel. this must be some type of fever dream. you were drunk or high, you eventually convinced yourself despite only having two sips of the murky liquid in your cup. she leaned down to murmur a soft “just go with it.” in your ear before turning to the guy, raising an eyebrow. he backed off with a scoff, which you internally thought was a great decision considering she was probably twice his mass and at least a couple inches taller.

from that day onwards, you were attached at the hip. where abby went you went and vice versa. she joked that she was your guard dog, put on this campus to protect you from ‘creepy dudes with bad intentions’. you wondered if she’d feel as protective over you if she knew how many nights you’d spent with your fingers buried deep in your cunt, muffling moans into your pillow as you imagined her being the one plowing you senseless. you felt abby had this idea of you as a helpless, sexless girl in need of her constant protection. its not like you did much to disprove it, always speaking softly and feigning innocence. pretending you were unaffected by her bulging biceps whenever she’d lift weights in your presence, low grunts hissing out of her mouth.

until she caught you one day. caught your heavy lidded stare and rubbing thighs before you had the chance to school your expression. you were meant to be studying and abby was meant to be getting an early workout in. instead you’d spent the last thirty minutes staring, your notes forgotten and mind in the gutter. “whats with look?” she questioned, a small smile on her lips. she noticed your gaze ages ago and was playing up her sounds for a reaction, the cocky asshole. abby watched you stutter and fumble for a reply, getting out of her seat to move closer, caging you in against your desk just to gauge your reaction.

“what look?” you attempt, avoiding her eyes. she seemed unconvinced, her brow raised. “you’ve been staring like you want to bite a chunk out of me.” she chuckled, moving her face even closer to watch you squirm. your chest rose and fell rapidly and you suddenly forgot how to breathe like a person. that cocky grin was still on her face, and she grasped your jaw in her large hand to make you meet her gaze. you let out a gasp that sounded suspiciously close to a whimper. she saw the lust in your eyes, knew she was right on the money. this was happening.

“fuck-” was all abby could utter before you lost your composure and smashed your lips against hers, lacing your fingers through her long hair and moaning into her mouth. she growled deep in her chest, grabbing your hips and lifting you up onto the desk to slot herself between your thighs. her lips travelled hungrily down your neck, sucking and licking like she couldn’t get enough of the taste of you. her grip on your hips was almost bruising as she bucked into you slightly, like you’d disappear if she didn’t hold on tight enough. “nnh- abby-” you sighed, head lulling back to make room for her lips and legs wrapping around her waist. “wanted this for so long... wanted you to fuck me.” you gasp out, lost in the feeling of her touch. abby freezes for a moment, staring into your face with her pupils blown and cheeks flushed. “yeah, baby? how long?” she whispers, breathless.

“since i first met you… been fucking myself full to the thought of you.” your voice is small and shaky, overwhelmed at your fantasies finally coming to life. “jesus christ,” abby groans, squeezing her eyes shut like she can see it clearly in her mind. “fuck, that’s hot. my sweet innocent girls’ been thinking such dirty thoughts, huh? want me to make it all better?” you’re nodding, clawing at her arms, desperate for her to touch you. to ease the constant aching you’ve been feeling since meeting her.

she doesn’t hesitate a moment longer, ripping your shirt off of you and unclasping your bra. your tits spill out in front of her and her jaw hangs at the little silver jewellery threaded through your nipples. abby thinks she might cum right now, just from the sight of them. she wonders how she hasn’t noticed this before, considering how long she’s spent staring at your tits when your head’s turned.

abby moans out a ‘holy shit’, latching onto one with her mouth and massaging the other in her hand. you push her deeper into your chest with a sigh, staring shamelessly at her pretty lips going to work. you knew she’d like them. shes sucking and lapping you up like she can’t get enough, toying with the jewellery with her tongue and pulling gently with her teeth before licking fat stripes over the flesh. you’re shaking from the sensitivity, letting out pathetic ‘uh’s, words completely failing you. it’s beyond your imagination, but you feel a knot forming tightly in your stomach just from the stimulation to your tits.

“abs, fuck, abby i think m’gonna-” her mind is elsewhere, completely absorbed by the supple feeling of your breasts in her hands and the cute noises your making. she’s breathing harshly out of her nose and sucking harder, wanting you to moan louder, pull her hair rougher. she wanted to wreck you and your innocent girl persona for good. “mmf- that’s it, baby. knew you were a little slut,” she didn’t. “god you sound so pretty.” your moans are getting more and more high pitched and your hips are stuttering, pushing helplessly into her pelvis as euphoria rushes over you at her filthy words. you cum, still partially clothed, just from the feeling of her mouth on you.

you dig your nails into her hair and pull her mouth off of you, panting heavily. abby seems to finally snap out of it and stares at you as you both catch your breath.

“did you just?”

“shut up. just- don’t say anything.”

#poe talks 🪲 #requests #abby anderson x reader #the last of us #lesbian #abby smut #wlw #tlou2 #tlou #abby x reader #abby anderson #tlou college au #abby tlou #abby x fem!reader

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Move Over

Poe Dameron X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info

Summary: You let Poe share your bed when he's too drunk to go back to his own room. He, however, can't seem to stop himself from taking up all the space humanly possible.

A/N: A little something for @campingwiththecharmings, I hope you're feeling better 💚

Warnings: sharing a bed, Feelings TM, fingering, oral (f receiving), sleepy sex, p in v sex, typos, overuse of italics, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 1980

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You shift in your small bed, trying to find a position that is vaguely comfortable. Though it seems more likely that the First Order will just give up and surrender tomorrow, with the way Poe is taking up all the space possible. 

You shove him a little and grumble, too tired to be polite about it. It wasn’t even his bed anyway, or his room. And it was his own fault for getting so drunk on cheap Rorian rum. 

One of the most exciting things about The Resistance using this moon as a new base was the preexisting structures that included personal rooms. Even though they were small, and you didn’t really mind sharing with others, it was nice to have your own space. Was nice. 

Emphasis on the was. 

Poe had basically collapsed in your room, far too out of it to make it back to his own after the celebration night at the cantina. You had kindly given up half of your tiny bed, the act of altruism aided by your soft spot for the pilot. (More than a soft spot if you were being honest.) 

But that was hours ago, when you were more awake and the unspoken deal had been for half of your space. Not the current 95% Poe was laying all over. 

You shove him again, wriggling quickly to take up the free area you managed to push him out of so you could lay comfortably. 

Poe let’s out a soft moan of confusion, but doesn’t open his eyes. 

You settle, satisfied with your well earned extra room. But it’s less than a minute before he’s shifting closer again, trying to encroach on your side. 

That’s it. 

“Poe.” You say harshly, pushing back on him. 

You expect him to wake up groggily, or at least turn over onto his other side facing away from you. 

Instead he mumbles something intelligible and flops his arm over your stomach and snuggles close. He presses his face to your neck, his soft breath hitting your skin. 

Heat rises to your face. This definitely wasn’t what you’d intended. 

“Poe.” You whisper, your previous annoyance burned up with embarrassment. You try to push on his arm, move it back over. But your movements only cause him to grumble and hold you tighter, curling his body into yours. 

You breathe in deeply. At least you had some space, right?

Eventually you drift off to sleep again. And even though you didn’t want to admit it, there was something comforting about Poe’s warmth and tight hug. 

But of course his close proximity made you dream of him. 

It was hazy, and not quite tangible. Part of you was vaguely aware that you were dreaming, the edges were too soft, too liquid and not quite in focus.

Except it felt real. 

There was an ache between your legs that was being teased by a constant pressure. You squirmed against it, trying to find some semblance of relief. 

A faint sigh pulled you further from sleep. A quiet muffled whisper of your name murmured into your neck sent a sharp thrill of sensation down your spine.

“Poe?” Your voice was heavy, saturated with sleep as you shifted slightly, moving and- oh.

He moans softly against your skin as your hip brushes against his hard cock, his fingers digging into your ribs as he holds you close, silently begging you to repeat the motion. 

“‘m sorry,” he mumbled, obviously just fully waking himself. “I didn’t, I didn’t mean to,” this time he shifts slightly, raising his legs and you gasp, unable to stop the sound from spilling out of your mouth. His thigh rubs against your centre, pressing your soaked through pyjama bottoms against you.

You grip hold of his shoulder, your other hand fisting the curls at the nape of his neck as you pull him against you, needing him closer. 

His breath hitches. “Is that good?” He murmured, pressing his thigh against you again and rocking it back and forward slightly.

You bite your lip and nod desperately, your eyes screwed shut. 

He watches you, enraptured for a second, before he slowly leans back to your neck and places a light kiss against your skin. 

You whine at the caress, rubbing your aching clit back and forth against the strong muscle of his thigh. 

Poe briefly mistakes the small sound as distress, all his senses on high alert. “I can stop, I’m sorry, I don’t-”

“Please don’t stop,” you beg, your voice breaking, sounding needy and pathetic and so, so wrecked. “Feels good, please, Poe, please, I-” you moan loudly, giving up any pretence of trying to hide your feelings as he latches back onto your neck, sucking hard, and grabs hold of your hips, fucking you against his leg. 

“Poe,” you whine, dragging out his name. Not sure for a moment if this is real or if you’re still dreaming. 

“Fuck baby, yes,” he growls, biting at your skin before licking a stripe up your neck. “Keep moaning my name like that, keep doing it.” 

He kissed you sloppily, biting at your bottom lip and slipping his tongue into your mouth, as he moved. Before climbing on top of you and hooking his hands under your knees so that he could move your legs apart and settle between him. 

He moaned as he pressed his cock against your clothed heat, echoing your cry of pleasure. 

“Poe,” you whimpered between kisses, so desperate for every touch and caress. 

“Wanted you for so long,” he kissed you hard, trailing his lips down your jaw and neck while he ran his hands over your breasts and waist. “Always imagined what you’d sound like, feel like, taste like.”

He kisses down your chest, biting softly at your breast through the material of your top and moaning when you gasp and buck up against him. 

“Always want you to make that noise,” he groans as he keeps trailing his lips downwards, dragging his fingertips lower until he can slip them under the waistband of your trousers. 

You yelp in surprise as he pulls them off in one fluid motion, partially lifting you off the mattress in the process. The cool night air hits your feverish skin, but you barely have a moment to shiver before he’s pulling your legs back open. His fingers digging into your thighs and leaving bruises in his hast, not that you care. 

When his tongue touches your clit it feels like heaven. You gasp and moan loudly, crying out his name as he sucks. His own groan of pleasure vibrating through you.

He presses his left forearm against the inside of your thigh, spreading his hand out across your stomach and pinning you down as he devours you. 

Instinctively you grind up against him as your claw at the bedsheets. He sucks at your nub, alternating between kitten licks and rolling circles, driving you completely mad as he purposefully ignores your aching centre.  Poe growls low in his throat happily as you moan and writhe under him. 

“Poe, please!” You never imagined it would be like this, never dared to hope that he would want to touch you like this, and now he had pushed all rational thinking completely out of your mind, filled you utterly to the brim with only thoughts of him. 

He moans again, bucking against the mattress to give himself some slight relief. “You’re so wet,” he runs his nose through your folds, following it with broad licks of his tongue. He teases your entrance, just slipping inside for a smallest moment, and chuckling when you whine and try to thrust up against him. 

“How long have you been this wet, hmm?” He nips at your thigh, bringing his right hand up to trace the outline of your pussy while he keeps you pressed against the bed with his left.

“You been walking around the base just desperate for me? Just needing me to take care of you?” 

“Yes,” you sobbed, your skin burning with embarrassment as you admitted it. 

“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers, the dark seductive tone faltering at your confession. He buried his face into your thigh, sucking a love bite into your skin. 

Poe presses two fingers into you easily, slowly sliding them in and out and moaning as he feels your walls contract around him. 

Your back arches, toes curling as he gently readjusts the angle, searching for the spot to make you see stars. 

“Poe,” you breathe, so overcome with the sensation of his thick fingers. 

He reaches up with his left hand and grabs yours, squeezing tightly. “That’s it baby, that’s it, fuck,” he bites his lip, watching your face intently. 

The ache in his dick is maddening, all consuming, he’s so hard he’s sure he could cum just from watching you. 

“Always need you,” he mutters, unable to stop himself as he continues to fuck you deep with his fingers. “Always so desperate for you, just want you all the time, I-” He stops himself, stumbling over the words he wants to say, that every fibre of his being demands he says.

He can’t speak those words, can’t admit them when every day is just another chance for the universe to tear you apart. 

“Poe,” you grab hold of him, pulling his lips to yours and kissing him deeply before you yank off your top and tug at his trousers. “I need you too.” 

He groans and kisses you back, almost completely swallowing your words. But thankfully he gets the message and helps you to tug down his trousers to his knees before he leans forward and thrusts into you. 

You both cry out, moaning loud enough to wake the whole base, still just for a moment to truly feel each other before Poe starts to move. 

He rocks his hips against you, thrusting in and out with long lazy strokes as he bites his lip hard enough to bleed. His features pinched together in deep concentration as he tries so hard not to cum. 

“I’m not gonna… I’m not gonna last long,” he moans as you clench around him, at how tightly you grip him and how your muscles tense as you arch up to meet his every movement. 

“Me neither.” You pant, every nerve feels like it’s on fire, ignited by every touch. 

He presses his forefinger against your clit, rubbing soft circles around the nerve and gasping when you twitch and clamp down on him. 

“Poe,” you barely get the word out, pleasure twisting in your stomach and chest and drowning your lungs. 

The slow rock is driving you insane, a gentle push and pull, give and take. It would be so much easier, so much simpler if it was hard and fast and meaningless and wasn’t… wasn’t…

“Baby,” he gasps, so close and needing more, needing you to overwhelm him, to-

You cry out as you cum, throwing your head back and squeezing him hard. He sobs as he follows, thrusting once more and stays deep as he cums inside. 

The sound of both of your breathing fills the room as your heartbeats return to normal.

There’s the smallest fraction of a second where insecurity raises its ugly head, starts to whisper in your ear. 

But it’s almost as if Poe can hear it too. He pushes himself up to look into your eyes before kissing you softly and holding you tight. 

You chuckle as he nuzzles your cheek. 

“I’ve still got my shirt on.” He mutters and you laugh. 

He grins and snuggles into your neck for a moment before he fumbles with the blanket, mostly managing to pull it over you both. “I’ll clean us up in a second, I just wanna…” He yawns and you smile. 

“Me too.” You kiss his cheek and hug him close. He sighs happily and holds you tight.

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[osaevsky]

⠀ like you're god ! ⠀⠀⚝ drabbles on how some characters from bungo stray dogs would fuck you or let you fuck them. included: dazai osamu, edogawa ranpo, chuuya nakahara, ryunosuke akutagawa, gin akutawaga, edgar allan poe, nikolai gogol.⠀;    ♡

🥮⠀⠀·⠀⠀⚝⠀⠀⠀;  word count: 2.6k + warnings: not proof read. porn without plot, afab reader, slight praise & degradation, dacryphilia, size kink, dubcon in nikolai's, very mild dirty talk, thigh riding in dazai's, use pet names, public sex + fingering, oral (f. receiving), overstimulation, begging, coming inside, smoking, oral (m. recieving) + throat fucking, cockwarming.

🥮⠀⠀·⠀⠀⚝⠀⠀⠀;  author's note: literally did this just to get some stuff i wrote a long time ago out and write pure filth for my favorite characters. if i forgot any warning pls let me know !!

as lazy as he can be, ranpo makes sure every need is met and that you both cum. the days he’s the one taking the lead, his movements are slow, dragging every inch out and pushing it back inside with a proud look on his face, as it makes him feel accomplished to see you fucked stupid and stuffed with his cock. 

but now he is indifferent, not even bothering to wait to get to the bedroom, or caring to remove all clothing off before you get to fuck. there’s something about seeing you so eager to make the first move, he would not be the one to let you down on it. why if he can get to lay back and just enjoy it? 

one of his hands wraps around your throat, careful to not push his fingers too much into your flesh as to not choke you. there is a half smile playing on his lips, his back against the surface of the couch as his other arm rests right behind his head to have some support. ranpo was being nice, letting you have your way with him like this, looking so pretty and full. 

green eyes, now wide open as he tilts his head, looking at you while you fuck yourself on his cock, his hand trailing down from your throat towards one of your breasts to carefully pinch one of your nipples over the fabric of your shirt, as they pebble up below. that alone elicits a moan from you, your eyes trying to close as your walls clamp down around his length.

‘’you'll cum again? is that easy to make you fall apart with just my dick? you’re such a slut.’’ ranpo asks, his eyes widening a bit as you nod, so impatient that he has to avoid a low chuckle from coming out. his arm finally moves from under his head to get it placed on one of your thighs, keeping up with your movements. ‘’look at me, yeah? don’t close your eyes, i want to see how well you’re taking it. just for me, ‘kay?’’’

by that time, he can tell from how slowly you’re moving now that it’s making your body ache. his hips move up just as lazily as yours, trying to search for your body, a harsh slap of skin against skin making your walls flutter around his cock as you cum. ‘’there you go… that’s it, sweetheart.’’

ranpo spills inside you with a final thrust of his own, his arms wrapping themselves around you to bring you down towards his chest as you both pant, trying to catch your breath while his lips place a kiss atop of your head. ‘’hm… want me to fuck you now, hm? Gonna make it it up for you after working so hard, yes?’’ 

definitely experienced but he is laid back. he enjoys the show sometimes, instead of doing the work for you. It’s not out of laziness like ranpo, dazai just finds it more entertaining to see you get off on his thigh without any help. Your little complaints get him hard, what can he do about it?

his hand rests on the small of your back, your clothed cunt dragging along the expanse of his thigh while he pays no attention to your pout, his eyes now following your movements as he can already tell -and feel- how damp the fabric has got. 

as you stop your movements to catch a breath, a small tremble on your thighs while you’re straddling his own, he makes the hand at your back push against your body, urging you forward to keep you moving, wanting you to keep going till you actually cum. 

dazai’s gaze moves from between your legs to your face, chuckling at the sight of your pout, and his eyebrows arch as you sigh. You are sure looking like a dumb brat to him, as he only seems to find your grim amusing. ‘’can’t expect me to do all the work now, can you? Is that what you want?’’

the peck he leaves on your lips is enough to shush you before you can complain again. even if you want to say how hard it actually is, he already knows. 

dazai’s hand moves towards your hips, his index finger playing with the band of your underwear, making the elastic snap against your skin after he lets it go and you hiss at the pain. ‘’keep them on, you’re not getting off without them.’’ 

thought he didn’t have a preference for giving or receiving till he found out how beautiful you looked between his thighs while he took a break to smoke one of his cigarettes. chuuya is surprised, to say the least, as he shuffles with a packet between his hands before he finds one, picking it up and looking around for his lighter, before the touch from your hands on his thighs takes his attention back to you. 

one thing he can’t avoid is having at least one hand tangled between your locks, or petting your head lovingly as you bob your head up and down. Even if one is occupied -as it is now, picking up the cigarette from between his lips to blow off some smoke- he has to find a way to touch you, to feel you besides the warmth from your mouth, the spit getting almost everywhere now as it looks like you can fit it all from one go.

‘’relax a bit more, baby, ‘s not that hard. you’re the one who started this, don’t be mean now. Relax your throat- like that, yeah. that’s good, dollface.’’ 

all of that talk as he pushes your head a bit more each time. That's how he does it till your nose brushes against his abdomen and you’re gagging. He thinks you’re a pretty thing, he feels pity for ruining you, but getting your mouth full and hearing your whines muffled around his cock- he can’t get enough of it. 

follows a more simple way of showing he loves you after having any sexual encounter by staying inside, even after finishing. or even if you’re both just keeping it to cuddling: the moment akutagawa feels your hips brushing against his body, pushing back, or he gets to hold you close, being able to wrap his arms around your waist, and nuzzle his nose into your neck, he gets hard. He is sorry, but it’s just prone to happening -too many times.- 

akutagawa slides one of his hands down your shirt, his fingers tracing every knob on your spine before it settles on your hip, already grasping your underwear and pushing it down, lower and lower. Once it reaches your ankles, you’re the one to finish the job, kicking it with a swift movement. 

his lips find your shoulder, leaving some short kisses as he goes right below your ear, whispering a -fuck, thank you- or -can’t get enough of you when you’re like this- when his arm wraps around your waist to pull you back against his chest like before. 

akutagawa’s cock is already settled at your entrance, pushing the head slowly inside, feeding into your little hisses and whines when he finally bottoms out. ‘’Does it hurt?’’ He mutters, the tinge of insecurity is clear as he uses one of his hands to grip your chin, turning your head to make you look at him. 

he soothes any pain that might be left with a soft kiss to your lips, his hand cupping your cheek and caressing the skin with his thumb tenderly. The insecurity from before is no longer there as his eyes catch a glimpse of a smile tugging at your lips, reassuring him that you feel good, that he’s making you feel good, and that’s the only thing that he needs. 

so scared of ever getting caught but she can be greedy, wanting to get fucked by you in any place that you want it to happen. it’s the mere thought of someone walking in while you’re between her legs, knuckles deep inside her cunt, that makes gin's face hit up. but it’s undeniable how her body feels about it, as she feels her own arousal threatening to stain the skin on her inner thighs.

‘’please, just let me cum, just-’’ Your lips wrap around her clit, the bundle of nerves already sensitive and swollen from making her come undone on your tongue for a few times now. her hands are knuckle-white, gripping the wall behind her with so much strength it makes you hum against her, the vibrations going straight into her.

you look up at her through your eyelashes, sucking on the bud slowly, too slowly that it turns out painful. A cry comes out of Gin’s lips, which you’re quick to soothe with a few kisses plastered over her thighs and inner thighs, making her bite her lower lip to let some broken sobs die down her throat. 

‘’you think you can cum again? you’re too sensitive.’’ your tone is full of mockery, seeing the desperation in her face and hands, as she moves one of them from the wall to the nape of your neck, trying to pull you back to her cunt.

you lick a broad strip over her folds, finishing right under her clit. It feels like torture for her as you ignore what Gin needs most right now, noticing how you’re dragging it out for her and not letting her finish. 

‘’should I leave you here and let people see how I used you? Let someone see your swollen cunt and hearing your stupid sobs, precious?’’ Gin shakes her head, her chest heaving as her breathing remains irregular. There’s the softest look of a quiet plea behind her blown out pupils, as her lip trembles trying to stifle a new cry. 

‘’give me one more.’’ two of your fingers are pushing past her folds, stuffing her up with them and curling them upwards, touching that rough patch over and over again till Gin can’t keep up anymore, your free arm having to hold her by the waist as best as you can while she gushes around your fingers, muttering a few ‘’stop, i can’t.’’ Behind the wall of tears that are formed on her eyes, she can see the shadow of a prideful smile on your lips at that whole sight.

the most desperate one. his desperation is out of a lack of experience. he is not a virgin by anymeans but he hasn’t fucked as many people as other men, and it plays out… differently, on his side. poe is too eager to learn how to please you specifically, after he kisses and marks you all nicely, he doesn’t wait much to get inside. the feeling of your walls wrapping around his cock makes him dizzy and already begging for more.

the way he ruts his hips into yours so fervently, a thin layer of sweat keeps his hair stuck to his forehead is all too surprising. To finally see Poe lose himself just at the fact that he was trying to fuck you sensless is surpsing.

you catch a few words slipping past his lips as he dips his head down, a sound so unintelligible that if he hadn’t whispered close to your ear, it wouldn’t have made any sense. ‘’Please, please, that’s so.... gods, you’re so tight.’’ Your legs move to his waist, his hips no longer keeping up as you can feel his cock throbbing inside of you. 

‘’let me come in you, please. I want to fill you up, I need to-’’ He quiets down for a split second, his arms trembling besides your head as the only support he has to keep himself up and not crush you down with his weight. ‘’Please, please… Let me fill you up, i’m too close-’’ 

there’s only a nod coming from you, your legs tightening around his body to ensure he knows you’re giving him the go. He fills you up to the brim as his orgasm makes him shake even more than before, some of his load being so much that it starts to slip out around his cock and goes down to your body. He is already feeling embarrassed, a wave of guilt washing over him as what he said comes back to mind. ‘’Oh fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t- no, fuck, didn’t wanna say that-’’

a chuckle of yours makes his guilt slightly wash off, noticing how you’re not trying to blame him or making him pull away, even after spilling inside you or slowly starting to feel his length soften inside of your body. ‘’It’s okay, really… begging does look good on you after all.’’

would swear he does it just to tease you, getting to be unfair with you for a little while, hold back your orgasms and hear your begging…  but in reality, nikolai justs enjoys seeing you teary-eyed, looking up at him from below as he pounds into you, stretching you out while you babble nonsense and your hands push at his abdomen, trying to get him to go softer on you.

‘’what’s that?’’ He mutters, his hips sharply pushing against yours with all of his might, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix in a way that makes your eyes get glossy, while your lips part to let out a whine. ‘’Thought so. There’s no need to complain.’’

‘’Kolya, Kolya, too much-’’ He tuts upon hearing that. The sight of your cunt swallowing his cock is too amusing to not keep going, and hearing your little whines only fuels him to click his tongue in disapproval. 

His lips crash onto yours, so suddenly that the air in your lungs transforms into a moan, going straight into his mouth. His fingers get a grip on your hair, as it doesn’t last much, when he uses the same fingers to tug your head back and look at you, a glint of disappointment in his good eye. 

‘’you know you can take it, have some trust in yourself.’’ Another sharp thrust, the head of his cock bullying your cervix once more, while some tears are pricking at the corners of your eyes. He kisses your cheek so tenderly that it’s vile, even for him. ‘’You’ll let me fill you up, pretty? You always look so good with your little cunt filled with my cum.’’ 

Nikolai’s words are even more filthy than what he is doing to you, his own hands now taking care to push your thighs up to your chest, keeping you pressed with the weight of his body as his cock continues to ram inside of you. 

A faint crimson color appears on your cheeks, a stupid hiccup leaving your throat after all your sobs had come out already. ‘’Nikolai-’’ You call out his name, wanting to warn him that you’re close, too close, actually. but he knows, just from the way your walls are tightening, that it’s difficult even for him to push back. It doesn’t take long before you let go, your body trembling while he doesn’t stop his thrusts as you ride your high.

‘’we’re not done here, I still need to fill you up.’’ 

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Got it Bad

Poe Dameron x Fem! Reader

Summary: You are a medic aboard the Anodyne, a Resistance frigate frequented by one Poe Dameron. He often comes to see you when he is injured; you assume this time to be no different, as he is reckless in the line of duty and could do with your healing touch. But you have underestimated him; he has to show you something. Will you entertain his request?

Warnings: Explicit / NSFW 18+ for: Heavy petting, cunnilingus, PiV sex, kissing, blood and injury, premature ejaculation, dirty talk, medical scenarios, and mention of death in wartime. Contains: fluff, a liiittle bit of angst, smut, humor, and “love” confessions.  

Notes: This is my first time writing for Poe Dameron! Dedicated to @allsystemsblue, because she was the one who told me to! Poe is all over the place in this, but always about consent!

Word Count: 8.1K

Divider and banner by me.

“How many times has it been, then?”

Doe brown eyes blinked once, twice, spidery lashes that may as well have been made of gossamer, or silk, gracing tawny skin with a kiss. Poe Dameron stared blankly at you as you dressed his wound, this being one of the numerous occasions that you were tasked to do so.

You were one of the many medics aboard this particular Resistance vessel that patrolled the Outer Rim. Stationed not too far from D’Qar and the principal base of General Organa herself, this reckless, daredevil pilot had a tendency to bless you with his presence after what you would call less than routine missions.

Not desiring to arrive to his superior a bloodied mess more than necessary, Poe frequently docked his T-70 star fighter in your frigate’s docking bay for safekeeping, allowing his droid companion free rein of the halls.  Moments earlier, BB-8 had been offered a recharging station, Dameron left in your expert care as his ball droid rolled off and out of sight, following closely behind a member of the maintenance crew. The conversation between the two had been amusing to witness.

“Don’t worry, buddy! I’ll be right here waiting for you. Maybe. Possibly.”

BB had issued a series of complaints and reprimands in Droidspeak, causing the pilot to wince as if being scolded by his mother, or the general herself.

“All right, fine! I’ll come and find you then. No sweat.”

Satisfied, the orange and white orb had swirled on its axis, wheeling fluidly across a duralloy floor, leaving its master alone to suffer the consequences of his actions. Though Dameron did not seem to care, remaining somewhat unbothered by the gash across his forehead from where a piece of shrapnel had sent Black One into a spin. Before he could regain control, Poe’s head had crashed into the yolk of his X-wing, leaving a two-inch rent in his flesh.

No, he had not been wearing his helmet.

Despite his foolhardy nature, you thought it curious. With such a varied assortment of medical personnel living and working on the Anodyne - a modified Nebulon-C escort employed by the Resistance for the express purpose of being a mobile hospital - it was a wonder of yours why Poe always chose to search you out.

Not considering yourself to be anything in the way of special, at least the skills you possessed were adequate to put him on the mend. But, somehow, this visit seemed different, even if sticky crimson coated his handsome features.

You had come to notice that Poe was spending less time talking and more time staring, a thing you were not accustomed to as his gaze was unrelenting, the commander scrutinizing every facet of your appearance. He had seemed to limit himself to the surface area of your face, wandering, probing, exploring the curve of your nose, the outline of your lips, and finally the warmth in your eyes.

“Y-you didn’t answer me,” you commented, applying bacta to the injured man with a dabble of your fingers, your voice having lost its normal confidence as Dameron uttered a single, muted question.

“Huh?” he asked, as if only now realizing he was indeed a person, and that he could be perceived by others. He sat up marginally in his chair, those unyielding, heavy-lidded eyes almost vacantly looking through you, or so you thought.

You were beginning to wonder if this had anything to do with the fact that he might be mildly concussed. You were also becoming self-conscious, trying to keep the conversation on track despite Poe being so close to you with his blood staining your hands. “How many times has it been that you have come to see me these last few months? Don’t you know how to stay out of trouble?”

“No,” he answered without thought, leaning forward once more in the chair serving him for his examination. That sole syllable had been expressed in a dilatory fashion, soft and airy, only inches from your mouth.

You let out a breathy exhalation, surprised by this turn of events, yet nothing had happened.  The cocky pilot dared to bite down on a rather pouty bottom lip; he watched you intently, gauging your reaction as he dallied there, finally adding more in the way of a response. “That’s why I’m here. Again.”

“Yes, right, obviously,” you managed, trying to restore some semblance of equanimity over yourself after having been caught off guard.

“Obviously,” he echoed, the word a whisper in the all too quiet room. However, this would not last as more wounded boarded the ship at intervals, soon the medical bay filled with a bustle of activity.

Unwanted activity.

Poe glanced around, assessing the situation. You had just finished bandaging him up when his hand reached out for yours, gently clasping your wrist.

“Doc, I’ve gotta show you something. I’ve got it-- bad.”

“It?” you inquired incredulously, your own glance taking an appraisal of the room. His voice had lowered again, as if this topic of conversation was not meant to be overheard. His expression appeared serious, deep-set brows knitting together in a visual show of his concern. You mimicked him, a rather human way to show empathy in this case, though not entirely sure what for.

“It,” he confirmed, gently pulling you forward toward himself, as if you weren’t already close enough. Your breathing picked up as you posed a follow-up question, a simple one, and straight to the point.

“What?”

He did that thing again, the staring, as if you were a sheet of transparisteel and he was looking beyond it to the other side. You scanned his face, those ruggedly attractive bits of him that you had tended to time and time again.

“Um—” he paused, as if not knowing what to say, like his words had failed him, which was not out of the realm of possibility as you could confirm this uncommon pilot flew by the seat of his pants. You canted your head, expecting some sort of answer, your gaze trailing to Dameron’s fingers latched gingerly around your forearm.

You took note of their thickness, their length, his nails surprisingly trim and immaculate for being a fighter pilot, though you doubted he spent that much time on solid earth when he craved the sky; realspace; to soar among the stars. Catching yourself quickly, it had not gone unnoticed, Poe matching your tilt of the head with one of his own as he peered up at you with those unwavering, expressive eyes.

“Rash … Inya Prime … Think it might be serious,” he informed you, causing you to retract and sit up straight. You tugged yourself loose from his grasp and frowned, turning to wipe your hands off the best you could on an otherwise clean towel, wishing he would have told you this before you had gone and touched him.

“Well, let’s see it then,” you offered, swiveling back around to face him. The pilot pursed his lips before biting down again, his foot beginning to tap against the floor; the motion was almost sultry, like this whole charade was planned.

For some reason, you doubted that assumption.

“It’s … I can’t show you here,” he confessed, lowering his head as he turned it to the left and right, giving the medical bay another sweep with his eyes; it was as if he was suddenly your conspirator, Poe carrying and guarding an important secret.

“Where then?” You compelled an eyebrow to stay level, it wanting to raise of its own volition. It was your turn to stare, Poe taking up each of your hands again, regardless of the fact you had just tried to halfheartedly clean them. He placed them gently atop his knees; he held you there, and you dare not move. Then, the man bore directly into you with his hardened gaze, nudging his head toward the exit door.

“Exam room, down the hall. It’s, um – it’s private.”

You gave him a reproving look. “Why were you on Inya Prime in the first place?” you asked, your fingers twitching beneath his. You were caught between wanting to relax and to allow this to happen, or to jerk yourself away for fear of someone getting the wrong idea.

“Reconnaissance,” he replied without missing a beat.  You supposed that seemed logical enough, though Inya Prime was a small, boring, terrestrial planet of little to no interest to most.

That explained the civilian clothing, whereas most of the time Poe arrived to you in his bright orange flight suit, standing out like a ray of sunshine among the dark, depressing backdrop of space.

“And how did you get this rash?” you inquired curiously, wondering why it was he could not show you here instead, or just how bad it might be.

“You don’t wanna know,” he stated with a sense of finality, eyes searching yours, as if he was trying to penetrate your thoughts with a Jedi mind trick. You held his gaze a moment longer than expected before quickly standing to your feet; you felt the need to break physical contact, Dameron’s hands warm, rough, and—

“Fine, let’s hurry. There are others who need tending to.” It was the truth, yet you could feel your heartbeat betraying you by thumping loudly in your chest; you were sure that Poe could hear it.

“Right, let’s,” he said, standing. He walked a pace ahead of you then turned back around. He lingered, making sure you were going to follow him before he started out the door.

The man seemed nervous, slicking back a ringlet of dark hair that refused to stay in place. He ambulated somewhat awkwardly around the corner, then waited for you to unlock the examination room with a clearing of his throat. It then occurred to him he was standing in your way; he opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it, moving to one side as you gave him an inquisitive side-eye, using your badge to unlock the facilities.

He nodded, just a small movement of his head, eyes darting forward as if thinking hard on something before he entered the small space. It was fitted with a table for patients to lie on - equipped with a step stool and stirrups - a cabinet filled with various medical supplies, a curtain for dressing and undressing, a scale for taking a patient’s weight, and blood pressure detection equipment, among other things. It had all those items necessary and then some, though depending on your diagnosis, you imagined you might need to prescribe him an antifungal ointment of some kind.

“All right, we’re here,” you offered with a gesture. “Now, show me this rash.”

Poe gave a jittery laugh, answering you with a nervy “heh” as he ran his forefinger along the clean sheets of the table laid out before him as if he was checking it for dust.

“Yeah, about that,” he finally spoke up, walking full circle around the bed-like object before he arrived behind you.

“You see, doc—” he began; you craned your neck, looking over your shoulder at him, wanting to know why you now felt trapped, barred to the only way out as he had sandwiched himself between you and the door. “It’s right here,” he said, placing his open palm against his chest and giving it a tap.

This time you were the one to clear your throat, tossing back your hair as you straightened up to appear more professional, or perhaps dignified, forcing yourself to not think about how you were about to come into contact with, or at least see, Poe Dameron’s bare breast.

All things considered, he was an attractive man. You had thought that the moment you laid eyes on him; the time he had come to you battered and beaten with a black eye and a sprained ankle – he had taken a tumble down the side of a rather steep hill on some backwater, jungle-planet and only made it back to his X-wing thanks to members of Black Squadron. His foot was so badly swollen by the time he reached you, it was a miracle he could walk  - or hobble – at all.

A thought occurred to you. “I should wash my hands before we begin,” you declared, moving toward the small sink stationed with a cleaning solution that was meant for disinfection as much as it was for washing away dirt and grim.

Poe looked taken aback momentarily, words caught in his throat as he gave another nod, this one more exaggerated. “Yeah, right, OK,” he shot back, as if for some reason this had been a surprise to him.

You began your task, one hand over the other as you lathered yourself, peeking back at him. “Why don’t you take off your shirt?” you suggested, not able to help the way saying that made you feel, like this was anything more than a clinical procedure.

You could hear the rustle of fabric as Poe began to undo the buttons on his dress shirt, getting the feeling that he was watching you, studying you, bent slightly over the basin in which you were cleansing yourself of his blood. It swirled around the drainage, leading to a reserve tank that purified and recycled what little water was aboard this frigate; you knew that every drop was precious.

Finishing quickly, you refaced him, Dameron’s broad, naked chest staring you straight in the face, though he had not bothered to remove his button up all the way; its two panels were parted and pushed off to opposing sides.

Firm pectorals were spattered with a thin sheen of dark curls, matching the scruff of a beard that had just recently begun to form on his perfectly sculpted cheeks, running its course down to a chiseled jawline. Beneath wisps of black was smooth, golden skin - as if kissed by a main sequence star that orbited some planetary paradise - the happiest of trails leading down and beyond the waistline of his trousers.

You watched, entranced, the rise and fall of his stomach with every breath he took, in and out, slow, and almost deliberately so. You swallowed to remedy the dry sensation in your mouth with what saliva you had available, wondering if your face appeared as red as you felt it must be.

“Right, OK. Rash,” you announced out loud, purposely making an effort to look up and back into his eyes.

Again, he put his hand up, over his heart. “Here,” he repeated, “Right here. You see—”

Poe stepped forward, and you stepped back, each move he made a calculated risk, but one worth taking. “— my … heart,” he said, voice lowering an octave, then promptly continuing, “it… burns, itches, when I can’t … see you,” he emphasized. “And. You. You’re the cure, you’re the—”

He walked another pace forward, looming above you as you found yourself pressing back against the wall of the exam room. “—the only one who can make it better,” he breathily muttered, so close now you could smell the scent of the shampoo he used; it was reminiscent of citrus, but not overpowering.

“W-what—?” You felt you couldn’t believe your ears, your neck lifting back and up as you analyzed his intense facial expression. “Poe, I—”

“Shhh,” he sibilated with a press of his index to your lips. Then, he changed the subject, however momentary. “I lied to you, by the way. There is no rash, I—”

“—Yes, I’ve figured that out,” you interrupted, though your words came out weak, quavering.

“Sometimes, I pretend to be sick or hurt just to come see you. That headache last week?” He gave a short, sharp laugh. “More like … heartache,” he finished, encapsulating your chin between two fingers as his lips met yours.

Your body froze; you were immobile, unable to breathe, unable to speak, and unable to comprehend exactly what was going on. Granted, you may have imagined this moment once or twice – every guy, or girl aboard this vessel you assumed had done so at one point or another. There was more than one reason Dameron was referred to so aptly as “Flyboy,” though you tried not to let that tarnish the present moment.

The only thing you could articulate was a soft moan of acceptance, melting despite yourself against the durasteel partition behind you. Ruddy fingers traveled upward, this time tangling themselves in your hair, palm cupping the back of your head as he gently drew you into a deeper kiss.

“Poe,” you gasped against him, your own hand rising to lightly push against his rock-hard pecs; it was a mistake on your part, this simple act of touching his unclothed chest the catalyst from which your loins stirred. “What—”

“—It,” he murmured, bringing the conversation back around from when he had coaxed you to this place. “—the thing I’ve got it bad for. It’s you,” he conceded, Dameron’s tongue slithering past full lips to gently prod at yours that stood partially agape, ready to accept another kiss.

You easily allowed him entry, that warm, wet muscle dancing in a figure eight, the pattern slow and rhythmic as he lapped at your suddenly hungry mouth. But you would not let lust overtake you, you were a woman of scruples, principles, and a practitioner of medicine; there was a time and place for this sort of thing and now was not it.

“Dameron,” you began again, this time managing to put just enough space between you so that you might think straight, Poe’s eyes immediately overtaking yours with a primal, excitable energy that penetrated you to the depths of your soul. He was so eager, you thought, so attentive, the man hanging, waiting, willing, to hear anything you might have to say.

“I believe you’re concussed, I think it’s best that—”

“I’m fine. Better than fine. Everything’s perfect,” he interjected, pressing his mouth against yours once more.

“—Why?” you blurted out, the question having clawed its way out of your chest. It was common knowledge that the man before you got around, not able to imagine that this meant anything more than an attempt at a quick hook-up.

“Because. I can’t. Stop. Thinking. About you. You.” He spoke your name, a tickle in your ear that sent a tingle of excitement prickling down your spine, leaving goose pimples that were undeniable to the naked eye.

“I can’t explain it. Maybe it doesn’t make any sense; you, me…” he trailed off, the butt of his thumb running over the curvilinear shape of your ear. “I watch you. Sometimes. Not to… sound creepy,” he added quickly, giving a somewhat apologetic look. “… You’re incredible. Calm in the face of danger, in the face of uncertainty. And. You’re not afraid,” he emphasized.

“Besides—” Poe bent down low, brushing his lips across yours, featherlight, causing a feeble mewl to escape before you had the time or the wherewithal to rein it in. “— what if we die. What if this is the only chance I ever get to tell you?”

He was right. What was the use of pondering the future, what could or could not be, based on the assumption that you were going to live another day, or two, or three. With the First Order threatening to undo all the hard work of the New Republic, your lot was on the run, your fierce and beloved leader the only thing keeping this small resistance group together, albeit haphazardly organized.

You feared for the general every waking moment, taking your orders come what may, keeping your head down, the only thing breaking the monotony of your day besides the constant fear of attack or death being this charming, handsome man who now held your attention, and had done so on more than one occasion.

“Kiss me again, then,” you begged, any objection you may have dared to make fleeing irrevocably to leave you open and vulnerable to the onslaught of his affection sans your better judgement.

“Mn, yeah?” he coyly asked, the fingers of his hand, dormant for your short discussion, reactivating to knead the base of your skull as he gently pulled you forward, Dameron once more inserting his crafty tongue into your waiting mouth.

His movements were thoughtful, tongue writhing and contracting in a measured orchestration that seemed rehearsed, yet special to this instant. Each loop was intricate, never so much as to be distracting, Poe’s delicious kiss spurring you to action.

You lifted your hand, allowing your fingers to clutch tufts of his hair. You moaned against him, his arms instinctively tightening around you before he pulled away, gasping for breath.

“Can I touch you?” he bashfully asked, hands smoothing over your back to descend in a downward sweep across your waist and hips. “Please, baby, please say yes. Please, please,” he whined, ardent pecks of his velvet lips only a bonus; you had not planned to turn him away regardless.

“Yes,” you sighed out lasciviously, thinking this entire situation was too good to be true. But why not embrace it for what it was? You deserved admiration, affection, love.

“Thank you,” he expressed with gratitude, as if you had given him his greatest wish, Poe adjusting himself accordingly as he gifted you with another lush, sensual kiss; it was tender and languid, feeling the movement of Dameron’s hand shift from the edge of your hip to the drawstring of your pants.

You were adorned in scrubs, a stark reminder of your station and position, yet you could not help that you were human with needs and urges to be fulfilled. Hell, you hadn’t even known you wanted this until it was happening, though life was anything but predictable - it was sporadic. And if Poe was anything, it was that.

You admired that about him. He had an almost childlike whimsy, taking all things in stride, even his injuries when he acquired them. He cared about others so often and so much he frequently forgot about this own ails. It was a good quality to have in a leader, and although he was often rebuked by his superiors, Dameron was an honorable commander and an even better pilot.

“Keep going,” you implored as you felt your desire building upon itself, pooling in the seat of your belly. Desperately, you wanted him to touch you, Poe inclining his head to one side as he broke apart from your pleading lips.

He made heady eye contact, the way he looked at you both dizzying and intoxicating, the man licking his teeth as he quipped a hushed “Yeah?” alongside the act of his fingers trailing to just below the hem of your waistband. They slipped down, down, two braver than the others as Poe’s index and middle finger disappeared beneath the front of your pants and past the soft, cotton layer of your panties.

Dameron groaned a sound, as if performing a task that was somewhat arduous, yet it was meant to evince appreciation for the soft bed of fluff that greeted him, all prim and trim. His breathing picked up, his probing appendages creeping further inside your undergarments; he whimpered against your throat, feeling welcomed by the warm slick that saturated his thick digits as he parted those soft, pillowy lips that lived between your hips, aligning the underside of his forefinger against the protuberance of your clit.

“Mn, you want this just as much as I do,” he teased, his words husky and sensuous, yet not at all meant to be disrespectful. He was the playful sort; you were glad it translated into other areas of his life, namely intimate moments like these, as it eased the tension you were feeling; the thought you were doing something you should not be doing; something wrong.

“Mhm,” you muttered, the interjection a dulcet susurration upon your partway puckered lips. It quickly devolved into an immodest moan as his thumb joined in, aiding in spreading your folds to allow him ease of access to your shrouded pearl.

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged you, his tone coated in sugar sweetness as Poe continued to cheer you on, “you’re so soft, and warm, and— ohhh,” he cut himself short, feeling embarrassed for not only the sizeable boner he was jabbing into your leg, but the fact that if he did not control himself he might very well cum in his pants.

“I—mmn. Admiral Ackbar naked. Admiral Ackbar naked," he intoned at low volume; you proceeded to laugh, though Poe did not, a look of stern determination on his face. Still, that did not stop him from pleasuring you as he gingerly thumbed that little nub betwixt your thighs, concentric circles close-knit and diligently applied as you trembled enticingly in his arms.

“Is this OK?” he rumbled in your ear, his voice a throaty purr that made you pitch ever so slightly forward with the goal of kissing him again.

“Y-yes,” you managed, your body mildly spasming as you sought after his tongue, Dameron ever so subtly picking up speed in the way he massaged your swollen clit. It thrummed beneath his finger; he tested uncharted territory, gradually inserting his index inside you to the top of his second knuckle. You were already so wet there was barely any friction to speak of, Poe once more moaning aloud to impart his satisfaction to whoever was there to listen – you.

“Oh, you feel- you feel, so, so good,” he rattled off, priming that digit to curl just inside and against the anterior wall of your sex; you gasped, though you had known what was coming, you just didn’t know how amazing the sensation would feel until he was already pushing you toward an orgasm.

“Don’t stop,” you entreated anxiously, the pliant underside of his thumb continuing its mission as it stimulated your glandular bundle of nerves; they twitched faintly, pulsating under his proficient hands.

“OK, yes. Yes. Tell me. Tell me what you want, baby,” he affirmed. You were quick to answer.

“Another kiss,” you adjured, Poe indulging you before the words could die on your lips. The passion he brought to your embrace, the delicate way in which he held you, the rhythmic pattern of his tongue inside your mouth – it drove you to a quick release, Dameron sucking the heavy breaths from your lungs as he attempted to engulf you, so zealous was his appetite for your quiet, though rapturous praise.

You briefly closed your eyes to regain your composure, breathing ragged, then gazed upon his face as you struggled to recover. He pulled away to stare at you, the feeling of his forefinger sliding out of your soaked cunt something not to be ignored.

You gasped again, a tiny sound. Poe admired you with a twinkle in his eye. Then, he gravitated forward, bending so close to your ear. “I can do better.”

“What?” you questioned, confused, trying to curtail your panting breaths. The twinkle in his eye was infectious, spreading to his mouth, Poe’s pretty lips outstretching into a broad, mischievous grin.

“Wait,” he stated.

You observed as he bent forward into a crouch, sneaking along the wall toward the automated entry. Staying to its right, he was careful not to trigger its motion sensor, using the nearby keypad to lock it from the inside. This time, you did quirk a brow, Poe lowering the lights manually to off, but not before making sure the shades were closed to the rectangular window that gave you a mundane view into the hall. However, you may as well be seven feet tall in order to see out of it, and there were species that tall aboard this ship.

Overall, you felt stupid for not having done this before, yet everything had occurred so quickly. What if you had been caught by a co-worker, or your boss? You had no idea how to explain being fingered by Poe Dameron in a room that could otherwise be utilized to someone else’s benefit.

Then, the man came forward, standing to his full stature as he joined you where he had left you, haggard and still somewhat discombobulated from what just happened – that’s when he picked you up, bending at the knees to wrap both arms around your waist as he carried you aloft, your entire body remaining upright and vertical.

“Poe! What are you—”

“Shh, shh,” he endeavored to keep you silent, walking around the corner of the examination table to place you gently upon it in a somewhat forced, seated position. He immediately got to work, as he had started with your footwear, taking it upon himself to remove one shoe at a time.

“Are you a screamer, or are you a whiner?” he asked with another cheesy smile etched across his face, “because I don’t mind either, but the screaming may draw attention, and I assume that’s something you don’t want.”

“I-I don’t—”

“-know?” He shook his head as if in disbelief, though somehow not surprised. “Ooh, we’ve gotta set you straight, doc!”

You meant to argue, but with your shoes gone, Poe began to roll down your socks; it was one of the most intimate things you had experienced, watching with rapt attention as he pushed the fabric down bit by bit, replacing it with moist kisses along the top of your foot and up toward your now bare ankle.

“You don’t mind, right?” he asked offhand, Poe repeating the process on the other side; this time he enveloped your big toe, intaking it into his mouth as he teasingly sucked, mimicking a poi fish who wanted to dine on what it perhaps thought was a worm.

You involuntarily squirmed, pushing against the tops of his shoulders. “That tickles!” you declared, Poe gazing up into your eyes as a “pop” resounded upon release.

Then, with that same unapologetically severe, impassioned stare, Dameron rose to half-stand on his knees as his hands found your hips, fingers digging into the loose band at your waist. He pulled, softly but with enthusiasm, hypnotizing, chestnut-colored eyes once more drilling a hole straight down into your core as he tugged one pant leg off, then the other, followed by a move that would rid you of your underwear.

Partially naked, and on top of your own examination table no less, you instead tried to forget what repercussions might follow suit of your actions and leaned down to kiss the man again. He rose higher, forcing you to straighten your neck and back, Poe’s broad hands encasing the breadth of your face within them to hold you so, so carefully as he returned your gesture as naturally as if he was drinking water.

Come to find this was a tactic, the man releasing you after stealing your breath away a second or third time, hands sliding to lightly shove you back by the shoulders as he lay you down. At once he disappeared from your line of sight, leaving you faced with a view of the ceiling directly above your head; you idly wondered if you were both getting too far ahead of yourselves.

“Poe, I don’t think we should be—” You exhaled noisily, words caught as you choked on a breath, your overactive imagination unable to be controlled as you envisioned the intense kiss you had experienced earlier being reenacted between your legs. The man had pinned you by your hips,  kissing once, twice,  - feverishly -  the inguinal groove that connected your abdominal wall to your thigh, not wasting a moment’s time in making your briefly held fantasy come true.

“Hm? Mmmn,” Dameron hummed, his response muffled by your flesh. Your body stiffened before relaxing as he licked your already soaked slit with the flat of his tongue; it effortlessly slipped between the folds of your labia, Poe toying with your clit, running circles until the whole thing delved inside your opening.

The man pulled you forward by your thighs, closer to the edge of the table; you could feel the paper bedsheet sliding beneath you as he lapped at your cunt like it was a second mouth. He moaned into you, his breath hot on your skin, the scruff of his chin chaffing your legs, but you did not once complain.

“What’s that, sweetheart?” he whispered, the tip of that furled muscle retracting to glide upward along your delightfully slick vulva before it once more found the nub that was begging to be touched; it was already so sensitive.

Your chest heaved as a ripple of pleasure quaked through you, Poe beginning to suck the hard bit that was the recurrent object of his focus. At that moment, you felt blessed, belting out a sound that was a cross between elation and ecstasy, the final product being nothing more than a subdued pule from downy lips.

“Oh, fuck,” you crooned, your thighs progressively closing around either side of Poe’s head as you instinctively tried to brace yourself against your coming climax.

“That’s what I thought—ooh, hey,” the pilot protested, not liking one bit the sudden fettering of his movements. He dislodged himself, then pushed down with both his hands, parting your legs again to make sure he had unrestricted access to your cunt.

Then, he had an idea. “That’s not happening again,” he informed you with an impish smirk, Dameron lifting you up by the underside of your ass as he dragged you even closer, this time making use of the equipment made available to him, though this wasn’t exactly a gynecological exam. The scoundrel picked up both your feet, one after the other, making sure each one was secured in turn, having positioned you spread eagle with your shamelessly wet pussy put on full display.

“Ohh, this is beautiful. Perfect. You’re perfect.” The man had stopped to stare at the exquisite view before him, a hungry look overtaking his winsome visage; you had barely lifted your neck, perhaps meaning to address him, before you were forced to expel a mousy squeak following a show of near desperation on his part.

Poe had darted forward. Now hands-free and having situated you in stirrups, Dameron plunged his tongue back inside of you while clasping his fingers behind his back as he liked to imagine himself in binders. He tongue fucked you as your chest expanded and contracted with each euphoric breath, deep and slow, before he redirected all his energy back to your eager bud.

Then, his head joined in, bobbing back and forth as he enthusiastically ate you out like a man starved, consuming his first meal in weeks, months.

Wet sounds invaded your ears, Poe miming a hound lapping water; it only caused your clit to pulse, your right arm lowering for impatient fingers to latch onto his raven locks; you were careful not to disturb the dressings on his forehead even so, not wanting to let your hard work go to waste.

You held him steady; you pulled him closer, thighs trembling, though your legs still remained forced apart with knees jutting out to either side. It was the dirtiest, nastiest you had ever felt, yet at the same time Poe had made you feel alive. Alive, and not just waiting around to die.

You moaned lewdly as you gently bucked your hips, your body convulsing in rapture as his focus was laser sharp, the full expanse of his thick, skillful tongue caressing you softly from the cusp of your vagina to the vertex of your throbbing clit – over, and over, and over again.

The pattern he applied was slow and methodical, Poe’s cock beyond hard as he gently humped thin air. The man himself was groaning, speaking breathlessly against the soft flesh of your mound, even as he continued to dine.

“Baby, you taste so, so sweet. So, so, good. Mm, be a good girl, yeah? Nice and easy for me. Nice and easy…” The pilot’s words trailed off, that gentle lapping turning toward a precise, calculated stroke with just the tip, this being the very thing that drove to you the point of no return; you came again, one hand still buried in Poe’s hair as the other clasped at your breast.

“Mmmn, oh shit, oh fuck, Poe,” you cursed again, your entire being writhing in unbridled bliss as you rode out one of the most intense orgasms in recent history, this only encouraging the pilot to keep at it until you physically had to push his head away, albeit with caution.

Poe looked up at you with those emotive, gorgeous brown eyes, lips glossy with your excess; you panted heavily, looking down on what could only be described as a shit-eating grin. You took a few more moments to recuperate, then made a demand of him that even surprised yourself. “Fuck me, right now, please.”

That cocky smile faded, Dameron staring fixedly at your face. He searched each part of it, as if measuring the seriousness of your words, then sat up fully on his legs before standing completely to gaze down at you, chin glistening and damp, not noticing the red welts spattering the inside of your thighs from where his stubble had left its mark.

“Since you said please, and so, so nicely might I add,” he joked, undoing the holster at his waist with lightning speed as he let his Glie-44 blaster pistol fall to the floor at his feet.  You sat up on your elbows, enjoying the show, Poe unzipping and unbuckling his pants and belt with such wild, feral vigor, it was as if they were presently on fire.

“Mn, sweetheart, would you hate me if I said I’ve been dreaming of this?” Poe questioned, though you were unable to get a read on if he was being sincere or just full of hot air. You did not answer him, instead reveling in the desperate way the pilot kicked his boots off, witnessing his undressing between your parted legs.

They felt like jelly, still held up by the stirrups. You smiled salaciously, feeling oddly playful as you began to sway your knees back and forth to emulate the fluttering of butterfly wings; you amused yourself by fondling your overstimulated clit for his pleasure and your own, waiting ever so patiently for him to finish.

It only slowed him down; you almost laughed again, this man proving to be predictable as far as men go, spellbound by the fact you were touching yourself, and in front of him, no less.

Poe let out a laborious, rasping breath, as if his throat might be closing in on itself, pearly whites once more finding rose-colored lips as he chewed timidly on a plump bottom rung. At that same moment his pants fell down to his knees, leaving Dameron in his tight white underwear, his package so hard and compact it looked ready to burst free of its cotton prison.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he professed mostly to himself, yet loud enough for you to hear him. He stumbled forward, releasing himself of the pants that still clung to him with every step, wide, warm hands placing themselves upon your knees, one for one.

“Mn, baby, for me?” he asked in a diffident tone, Poe’s cheeks burning hot as he was drawn in by the sexy spectacle before him. After a moment or two of getting lost in his own thoughts, he scrambled for his aching prick; it felt like it was going to erupt any moment now. Already it had leaked droplets of precum, the tip wet and sticky as it sprang loose.

The pilot began to pump himself as he was glued to the rhythmic stroking of your fingers; you teased him by inserting one within yourself, Poe moaning almost instantly as he came up to you all the way by the edge of the bed, gently batting your hand away. He aligned his dick against your slit, eyes laser focused, then he abruptly stopped what he was doing to lift his head and stare at you.

“You sure? What if-”  he hesitated, wanting reassurance.

“I’m protected,” you whispered, at once your feet lifting so that you could wind your legs around Poe’s waist like a serpent coiling about its prey. You squeezed lightly, drawing him in, Poe helping on his end by gently nudging the head of his cock against the lubricious entrance to your vagina.

Dameron shook this time, his body tremulous against you as he sank deeper and deeper into your warm center, guiding it slowly, his girth spreading you open as you gasped, arms overtaking him in addition to your legs; you wanted his chest pressed against yours, beckoning the man to lower himself to the proper height so that you might kiss him, fingers once more gathering in his shaggy mane.

“You f-feel, ohhhh… Like, like. Like clouds,” Dameron stammered, commenting on your plush, tepid walls as he finally bottomed out. He was slow to retract his hips, then slow to press them forward again, “It’s like breaking atmo; that euphoric feeling you get when—”

Poe cut himself off, lips compressing against one another to form a concentrated line. He closed his eyes, his pace deathly drawn-out, tortuously so, each stroke of him inside you sending pinpricks of pleasure throughout your nerve-endings, both from without and within.

It was endearing. Not knowing of all the nuances comprising this pilot’s personality, this one surprised you. Poe had always seemed so high-strung, so exuberant; it was a change of pace to see him take his time on something -  you.

With a tilt of your neck, your mouth found his, your tongue slithering between his teeth to taste yourself on him. You sighed fervently, pulling him closer by the meat of your thighs, in turn interring him deeper within yourself.

“I won’t break,” you informed him softly, having pulled away to encourage Dameron to rise above his stupor and fuck you like he meant it. Poe gave a slow, deliberate nod of his head in return, as if trying to find his center and a place of calm before he would be able to continue.

“Right,” he finally said, intaking a sharp inhalation of oxygen as he rocked forward, pitching his hips so that they were flush against yours. He dipped back again, repeating these motions in a syncopated rhythm, and you finding it impossible to keep your mouth from hanging open as he hit his stride.

“Just like that,” you cooed silkily, your breath warm and wispy against his ear. This alone sent Poe to a higher plane, somewhere you were sure you could not reach him, causing Dameron to make a helpless, needy sound.

You felt a warm gush; a spurt of something that was unexpected this early in the game. Poe’s face contorted pleasantly into a look of ecstasy. You watched, fascinated, the pilot coming inside you after only a few pumps. Hell, you didn’t even mind; he had given you yours twice over. You felt a kind of privilege bestowed upon you; the knowledge that your pussy must be made of solid gold. That, or he really did like you.

“Oh fuck, ohh no, shit, I-I’m sorry,” Poe stuttered, his tone indicative of embarrassment. You tried to lighten the mood with a joke, dotting tiny kisses along the corner of his mouth in an attempt to quell his mounting anxiety.

“What was that about setting me straight?” you teased, Poe forced to laugh despite himself as he tried to catch his breath. He shook his head, brawny biceps propping him up just above you, jet-black strands dangling down to brush against your nose as he sighed a dejected sigh.

“You’re just so pretty, and I was excited, you know? I- It’s- It’s been a while,” he clumsily explained, “haven’t had the time to actually masturbate, being in the middle of a war and all—”

You cut him off with a kiss, a forceful press of your lips to his. It was your way of shutting him up, aiming to put a stopper in all of his excuses; it did not matter to you.

“Poe, it’s fine,” you affirmed, cradling the antsy man’s refined jaw in the crook of your palm, “these things happen. I’m not upset. You already got me off twice; that’s more than most men for the entirety of a relationship.”

You had exaggerated that last part for a bit of dramatic flair, this particular white lie having no purpose other than to bolster Poe’s self-esteem and to make him feel better. He smiled at you, a genuine, honest-to-God smile, as if coming to terms with the fact he had no need to worry, and that he might just get a second chance one day, contrary to what he had at first believed.

“So, uh—” he started, lifting gently up and off of you; his cock incrementally eased its way out of you, the remnants of his seed thick and sticky as it flowed freely out and onto the exam table.

He scrunched an eye, as if still ashamed, Poe sucking on his bottom lip to alleviate the mental anguish he was suffering before he sheepishly asked you a question, “Now that we’ve gotten to third base, would you care to visit first?”

You propped yourself up on your forearms, quirking a brow as you rose to sit. He assumed correctly, thinking that you did not take his meaning, Poe following up to explain more succinctly. “Dinner, maybe? Or—”

Sirens began to blare, a red alert sounding all throughout the Anodyne. A voice rang out over the internal comm; Dameron and you were quickly put on edge.

“Attention, all personnel: report to stations. This is not a drill. I repeat, this is not a drill.”

Your face fell, as did Poe’s. He gazed at you a moment, ignoring the awful clamor in the background as people began to race throughout the halls just beyond the door. It was as if time stood still, and you were unable to break away from Dameron’s dark gaze. The man, who was so amiable and easygoing, now looked browbeaten and worn, knowing that any minute now he would have to find BB-8 and return to his X-wing when he had wanted nothing more than to relax in your company. Wishful thinking, he mused.

You were the first to move, rushing to get up. You found a towel and cleaned yourself up, collecting your clothes from off the floor; somehow, your tunic had remained intact, though you would hold out for a future time when Poe might touch those parts of you, too. It was hard not to want to imagine him with his soft lips puckered about your nipple as his stocky fingers massaged and revered your breasts.

“Attention: all pilots, return to hangar. Repeat: all capable pilots return to your ships.”

“It was just as well, huh?” he asked solemnly, referring to the abrupt end of your impromptu rendezvous.

“Go,” you commanded, Poe’s stare lingering, amber eyes piercing you with a look that was ironically impenetrable; resolute, yet somehow somber, wistful.

He broke away, finally, and with difficulty, scrambling to adjust his briefs before throwing back on his pants and buttoning his shirt. He hitched his holster around his hips, the boots made to go on last. You observed as he hopped around on one foot, once more finding him to be endearing as you turned to rush toward the refresher, steadfast in your desire to use the sonic, if only for a moment; you needed to rinse off before returning to the med bay, as was your duty.

Poe called out to you by name; you whirled to face him. The man’s fluffy eyebrows were stitched together as he could only stare at you again. Then, he seemed to finally come-to, stepping the few paces forward that separated you.

“I’ll comm you later?” he asked more than stated, the backs of his knuckles running the length of your cheek. You could only nod, leaning up to kiss him one last time.

“Come back in one piece, OK? I don’t want to have to stitch you up again; be careful,” you urged him. He smiled that charming, boyish smile that made your heart race, as radiant as ever; his mood could change so suddenly.

“No promises,” he replied, meaning it in jest, yet you knew there was some truth to it.

You parted ways with the best damn pilot in the galaxy, hope being the only thing left to you both now. Hope that he would never have to step foot back aboard this frigate, but that if he did, it would be for some better reason, and not because he had failed to heed your warning.

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[the-little-ewok]

Clandestine

Poe Dameron X Fem!Reader

Rating : E / 18+

Word count : 2400 (ish)

Warnings : Smut. PIV, fingering, semi-public sex, tiny bit of needy!Poe, reader wears a dress, illusions to lack of self confidence, praise kink, cock warming

Summary: Poe can't keep his eyes, or his hands off you during a party....

(Alternatively a discussion was had about staining Poes trousers when he decides he can't wait to have you in private...)

A/N : Yea I'm still mostly on hiatus, but after a bit of lovely feedback from my Discord loves, I am sharing this with you all.

No longer using a taglist because it's out of date.

Forgive any mistakes. It's not beta'd and I'm bad at finding my own mistakes.

It was no secret that Poe hated these type of events with a passion, and so it should be no surprise that he had situated himself in the corner furthest from the dance floor, mostly hidden in darkness, sipping his drink as he watched the party begin to reach its peak.

He'd agreed to go only because you asked him, and for the most part, he had been the perfect partner throughout the dinner, apart from the fact he had politely refused to leave the table to dance. Instead he seemed content to sit quietly eyeing you in the dim lighting.

"Stop that," you scold, for what feels like the hundredth time since the pilot had seen you this evening.

"Stop what?" He grins, raising an eyebrow, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he eyes you with blatant, feral desire.

"Looking at me." You fidget under his gaze, adjusting your dress and trying not to let him fluster you, although the heat prickling at your skin lets you know you are failing on that front.

"I'm admiring," he clarifies, sipping his drink without ever taking his eyes off you.

The moment you had walked out of the fresher in this dress, he'd all but drooled over you. You still vividly remembered the way his mouth had fallen open, his eyes taking in every inch of your body — more than once — before he regained the ability to speak. You had fidgeted under his gaze, feeling suddenly self conscious in your choice of outfit, which was a little more daring than your usual attire.

"Jess helped me pick it," you had mumbled, as though it explained everything.

"Well we arn't going to the party." He had stated after a drawn out silence, swallowing hard.

You had frowned, confused, but before you had a chance to ask, he had pulled you into his arms, his mouth on yours, his hands cupping your ass as he held you against him, begging you to let him view your dress on the bedroom floor, while he buried himself inside you.

Much to his disappointment, and if you were honest, your own too, you had managed to wriggle out of his grip, and firmly told him that he could do whatever he wanted with you, and your dress, after the party. The look he had given you would make anyone think you had told him BB-8's programming had failed.

So to the party you had come, and enjoyed it, with one glaring problem — he had barely taken his eyes off you, all night. Everytime you glanced over at him during conversation he was, for all intense purposes, absolutely eye fucking you.

You had no idea, until you met Poe, what being so openly desired could do to you. He riled you up with just a look and Maker, he was so damn hard to say no to. More than once you had to curl your fingers against your thighs under the table, willing yourself to have some control and stop your thoughts wandering to the way he was dragging his tongue along the Meiloorun fruit served for dessert. You were thankful when they finally cleared away the plates.

"Well, admire something else," you answer, keeping your eyes trained on the dance floor lights, trying not to give in to your desires.

"I can't," he practically hisses, leaning close to you. "You have no idea how much I can't."

"Poe." It's half a warning for him to stop, but the flicker in his eyes lets you know he knows he's starting to get to you. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't regretted turning him down earlier this evening. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't considered faking some illness to leave the party early. But you had promised to come, and now you were here you had to stick it out, at least until a decent time.

He holds your gaze as his hand slips into yours, firm and comforting, even as he eyes you hungrily.

"Come sit with me. At least let me hold you," he whispers softly, sweetly, dangerously. You know exactly where he's about to put you, and why. Yet you don't stop him when he pulls you out of your seat, and guides you to sit on his lap.

You let out a soft gasp at the feel of his hard cock pressed against your ass, realising exactly what he meant by "can't".

"I need you," he whispers, almost sinfully, in your ear. "I need you, now." His nose brushes against the column of your neck, from your collarbone to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. It's so much harder to ignore him now, to try and reason with him.

"Poe, we are in public!" It's barely a protest, your body already responding to his, your pussy clenching at the thought of his cock buried deep inside you, here, in a hall full of people. It shouldn't excite you as much as it does.

"I can't wait," he groans. "Please baby, it's been like this all night. Please. I need to be inside you." His tone is needy, begging, desperate.

It's thrilling, knowing you can pull that out of him.

"I'll be good to you," he promises, his hands already hitching up your dress under the table, splaying them warm against your thighs. "You know how good I can be to you."

The shiver of desire that runs through you at his words is completely involuntary. You can't stop it, no more than you can stop the way your heart gallops, and butterflies erupt in your stomach as his promise, and the memories of previous similar promises it revives.

"If anyone sees…" you trail off with a pleasured sigh as he kisses your neck, just below your ear.

"They won't," he states confidently, as though the table were a wall between you and the party.

You want to argue that he has no way of knowing, that this is a terrible idea, that you should wait, but you're too far gone, lost in the way his mouth feels against your pulse point, sucking a mark to claim you.

His hands, already pressed against the skin of your thighs, start a slow journey up, taking his time to squeeze your flesh lightly, enjoying the warmth of you against his palms, lightly pressing them open for him.

When he finally slips a hand between your legs, he lets out a sudden breath, as though the air has been punched from his lungs.

"Fuck," he hisses, his fingers skimming against your bare flesh, collecting the wetness already gathered there, and dragging up to brush against your clit.

You expect him to be smug about it, to tease you about how easily riled you are, how you want this as much as he does, but the pilot seems to have been struck dumb by your lack of underwear and only succeeds in a low whine against your neck, his hips rutting up into you, desperate for friction against his aching cock.

Your own gasp, as he slips a finger easily into you, curling against your walls, is thankfully covered by the music. He gives you a moment to school your expression, lest anyone notice, before he slowly, almost lazily withdraws it, moving up to circle your clit, before back down to sink two fingers into you.

"Shouldn't have let you leave the room," he grumbles against your neck as you squirm on his lap, his fingers stretching you open with practised ease. His hands know your body better than your own, and it takes him absolutely no time at all to have you struggling to contain your moans of pleasure.

Leaning into you he licks your neck, making you shudder with need.

"Can I fuck you now?"

You should say no, make your excuses and leave, pick this back up in your room. He's giving you an out, a way to stop this before it goes further than you're comfortable with. But you find you don't want to stop. In fact, you very much don't want to stop.

"Yes," you breathe out, rolling your hips against the straining bulge in his trousers. He curses, and within moments his fingers are removed and he's scrambling to unbutton his trousers, freeing his cock with some careful manuveting from you.

His hands find your hips, steadying you as you position yourself, your back to his chest, leaning your hands on the table, trying to look as innocent as possible.

Taking a breath you bite your lip hard as you sink down onto his waiting cock, taking things slow despite his desperation, and now yours. Both of you know drawing too much attention to yourselves would not be pleasant.

Poe's teeth sink into your shoulder, stifling his groan against your skin as you settle back on his lap. The bite of pain makes you clench around him and the pilot lets out a choked noise of surprise, his hips jolting against yours, pressing him deep inside you.

"Shit baby, don't do that," he warns, taking a trembling breath. "Not unless you want this over really qui-nghh!"

You can't help but do it again and the torturous sound he lets out is more than worth it.

"Stop," he gasps "I don't wanna rush this". But you aren't listening to him. He's pushed you this far and now you're on edge, your body crying out for a blissful release you know he can give you. It just feels too damn good to tease him.

You clench again, and this time earns you a low growl that sends electric through your nerves.

You're expecting him to thrust up into you, hard and deep, the way he usually would when you tease him this way, but instead his arms hold tight against your waist, pulling you down into his lap as he grinds up into you, slowly.

It's so much better….or worse. He adjusts his hips until his cock brushes up against that one blissful spot inside you, constantly. It's never ending. No amount of squirming or wriggling allows you a moment from the pressure. It's too much and not enough. It turns the tables in an instant, and you can't help the whimper that passes your lips.

"Good girl, taking me so well," he praises, clearly trying to keep his breathing steady as he rolls his hips into you again. "Letting me have you here, where anyone can see us."

You have to fight to stop your eyes rolling back in pleasure as he whispers in your ear, your hands dropping from the table to grip his arms so hard you're sure the nail marks will still be there tomorrow.

"Driving me crazy in this dress. Lookin' like the hottest fucking thing. Fuck baby, you're so good to me, letting me do this," he slurs, his voice progressively more wrecked and quiet as he rambles on. Or maybe it's your hearing that's the problem. Suddenly all you can concentrate on is the base of the music as it vibrates through your veins, the press of his cock inside you, the weight of his arms around your waist, the pleasure surging through you.

You completely lose all sense of what he's saying to you, desperatly trying not to cry out his name aloud, or throw yourself forwards onto the table so he can pound into you. Instead you try your best to stay as still as you can, as calm as you can, while Poe seemingly does everything he can to make you a screaming mess.

Each grind of his hips is blissful torture. The pleasure builds and builds. The wave gets higher with each slow roll of his hips, your nerves on fire, your muscles taunt and aching, but there's no release. It's blissful and terrifying all at once. It holds you on the precipice, tiptoeing the edge but never allowing the tide to claim you.

He pushes you almost to the point where it's too much, to where you're almost sure you can't take any more, to where your considering begging him for release. But before you have chance his hands are suddenly grasping at your dress, pulling it up out of the way to press his fingers against your clit.

"Cum for me. Cum now," he demands.

And you do. Oh, you do.

You gasp, choking back your moan as your hands fly to grip the edge of the table, so hard your knuckles go white, as the cresting wave finally crashes down over you. Thighs trembling, toes curling, back arching, your eyes flutter shut as your climax rockets through you, uncaring who notices your reaction, lost in the bliss that seems to go on, and on.

You feel Poe's cock throb as he empties himself deep inside you, muting his own climax against your neck, his fingers digging painfully into your thighs as he continues to grind into you with the same slow, deep roll of his hips, riding out both your highs until you come down.

When you finally open your eyes your gaze flickers around the room, quickly checking if anyone had noticed either of you, but everyone seems thankfully lost in their own business. You left out a sigh of relief, your body sagging back against Poe's in sudden exhaustion.

"Told you nobody would see," he mumbles as he nuzzles your neck affectionately.

"You're lucky," you smile, turning your head to capture his lips in a soft kiss.

"I am very lucky," he nods seriously, before the edge of his lip tugs up in a cheeky half smile. "Thanks for helping me take care of that problem. I'll repay the favour later tonight… or now?"

You let out a strangled noise as Poe's fingers brush against the inside of your thighs, too close to where his softening cock is still buried inside you, unsure if you want to go again, or if you need a minute to recover. You feel the pilot smile against your neck as you twitch and squirm on his lap. Placing a soft solitary kiss to your damp skin he sighs.

"I'm sorry baby but it seems you might have made quite the mess. You're soaked everywhere." There's an undeniable smirk in his voice that lets you know he's anything but sorry about it, or his part in it. And now he's mentioned it, you can feel it — the slick warmth coating your skin, the evidence of both your climaxes seeping out. There's no denying it must be covering his lap as well as your own, and it makes an embarrassed heat prickle across your skin.

Before you can apologise, his arms wrap around your waist, anchoring you in place, unable to leave his lap as he brings his mouth to your ear. You shiver at his words, body tensing in anticipation.

"I guess you'll just have to sit right there until the party's over."

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[samantha-rae-velcher]

Master List Pt. 2

YouTubers

Swaggersouls

Streamers Dream - smut

Markiplier

Games of the many - smut

Joysticks and pushing buttons - smut

Sticks and stones - smut

That one look - smut

The punishment unforgotten - Violence/smut

A need for it and her - smut

The stress is real - fluff

"Im sorry, honey" - fluff

Roomies or More? (Egos) - smut

Yancy NSFW alphabet - smut

Love mistaken for hate (Wilford Warfstache) - fluff

Don't fear the reaper (Darkiplier) - smut

Dark lust (Darkiplier) - smut

Static (Darkiplier) - smut

Warp core breech Pt.1 (ISWM) - fluff

Warp core breech Pt.2 (ISWM) - fluff

Seeing Stars (ISWM) - fluff

Jacksepticeye

Blue tint and cold tiles - smut

Marvel

Me and the Devil walking side by side (Daredevil) - fluff

Sorcerer Supreme (Doctor Strange) - smut

More like Einstein (Tony Stark) - smut

Two tons of iron (Tony Stark) - smut

Green-ish (Bruce Banner) - smut

Tender Touch (Scott Lang) - smut

The speed of light (Pietro Maximoff) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.1 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.2 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.3 (Bucky Barnes) - Violence/ fluff

Feathers and Swords (Clint Barton) - smut

Hawks gold (Clint Barton) - fluff

As beautiful as an angel (Yondu Udonta) - fluff

Fear makes love (Ronan the accuser) - smut

Sharp as steel (Wolverine) - smut

Blades that steel the heart (Wolverine) - fluff

Obviously not that obvious (Drax the Destroyer) - smut

DC

Tattoo Buddies (Chato Santana) - fluff

Soldier Boy (Rick Flag) - smut

Slice and dice (Captain boomerang) - smut

Scars and stripes (BOP Victor Zsasz) - smut

TWD

Guns of blazing love (Aaron) - smut

Maybe evil Maybe not But just about (Shane) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.1 (Negan) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.2 (Negan) - Smut

Barbed Wire Pt.3 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.4 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.5 (Negan) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.6 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.7 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.8 (Negan) - fluff

Star Wars

The light within (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff

The force of two (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff

The force binds all (Obi Wan Kenobi) - smut

The intimidating side of things (Boba Fett) - smut

Orders (Poe Dameron) - angst/ fluff

Black ink (Darth Maul) - smut

The Witcher

How The Witcher men react when you cry - fluff

Bard and Bells (Jaskier) - fluff

Gotham

Gotham Villains teaching s/o to shoot a gun

Gotham Villains when s/o doesn't answer the phone

How Gotham Villains react to their s/o getting shot

Sexting with Oswald Cobblepot - smut

Gotham's King and Queen (Oswald Cobblepot) - angst

I will kill you (Oswald Cobblepot) - fluff

Emperor Penguin (Oswald Cobblepot) - smut

Smoking Roses Pt.1 (Victor Zsasz) - smut

Smoking Roses Pt.2 (Victor Zsasz)- smut

Tainted Riddle (Ed Nygma) - fluff

What am I? (Ed Nygma) - fluff/Violence

Five-O (Jim Gordon) - smut

Stalked (Jeremiah Valeska) - Violence/fluff

Fantastic Beasts

Blue fire and silver smoke (Gellert Grindelwald) - fluff

Heaven without fear (Credence Barebone) - smut

Boardwalk Empire

Gentleman with a dark side (Arnold Rothstein) - smut

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[im-poe-dameron]

you're upset one night, and you don't know where to go, so you end up at your enemy's house, and as they open the door, you stay silent for a second, before saying (with tears in your eyes) ''i don't know where else to go.'' your enemy doesn't say anything. instead they pull you into their arms, giving you a shoulder to cry on.

- back at it again with another prompt! could i possibly get this one with my other favorite flyboy, poe dameron?

IT'S ALWAYS BELONGED TO YOU

a/n: okay so this has been in my inbox for SO LONG, but i got a huge spark of inspiration and was in the mood to write for poe. so out came whatever this fic is of enemies to lovers meets heated arguments meets well...........the good stuff. i finished this tipsy and half asleep so i don't even know if it makes sense but enjoy my darling!! (yes the title is from will turner). unedited and not beta read so there is most likely mistakes.

summary: injured from a fight at the cantina you seek out someone unexpected.

pairing: poe dameron x fem!reader

word count: 5.5k+ (i guess?!)

warnings: explicit so minors BEGONE, cussing, so much angst, bacta shot (aka involving a needle), pain, arguing, mentions of death, fingering, cum eating, overstimulation (blink and you'll miss it), fluff.

The frigid feeling of the night on your bare skin kept you from staying still and debating on whether or not this was a good idea. Somewhere in the brawl you forgot your jacket hanging on the back of your chair. The same jacket that once belonged to your father. You wanted to go back for it, but you’d been tossed out of the cantina for a reason and re-entering didn’t seem like a feasible option.

With reluctance filling every bone of your body, you made your way through the rain and back towards the camp you’d been tasked with protecting. You weren’t sure why you were put in the same group of people as the man who hated you so thoroughly is hurt at times–but there you were. A part of you wanted to fall into your slightly uncomfortable cot for the night; giving up without another thought.

Only you knew that if you showed up with a split lip and cuts on your knuckles, you’d be reprimanded to Corellia and back. Which left you with only one other option.

Sighing, you tightened your still bleeding hands into fists, trying to ignore the chills that spread rapidly down your spine.

His door looked more threatening than a whole horde of stormtroopers. It was a ridiculous notion to come to, but there you were–unable to simply knock and ask for help. You were hopeless when it came to admitting that you needed it in the first place. Asking someone–let alone the man who loathed your very being–made you realize that you’d rather face those stormtroopers. 

What were twenty men with blasters compared to this situation?

A cough wracked your body, sending a searing pain down your side as you practically shivered. It was then you realized the bastard from earlier has most likely snapped a rib or two.

How would you explain this? How could you come back from this?

Nothing was worse than asking someone you considered an enemy for help.

Fighting the urge to tuck your tail between your legs and run, you raised your arm–knocking assuredly on the door. There was absolutely no turning back now. Which is what you were afraid of.

The echo of rain hitting against metal rang in the clearing behind you–reminding you of what you’d have to walk through in order to get home. If he said no, laughed in your face and refused to help, you’d be horrified but you would go. After all, the both of you had treated one another with enough cruelty to make even Leia herself shocked. You weren’t even sure what caused this whole situation in the first place.

Why did you hate each other?

Why did you want to see him hurt and why did he want to do the same to you?

For months you could barely be in the same room together for more than five minutes before you were going at each other’s throats. Yet you were pretty sure if someone asked you what started it all–neither of you would have an answer. It just seemed to materialize out of thin air. The hatred seeping so far into your hearts, you couldn’t find a good enough reason to let go of it.

You vaguely heard him shuffling towards the door, a thump of him hitting something filtering through the metal.

There was still time. You could sprint the other way and forget this whole night ever happened. You’d patched yourself up numerous times before. Why did you need him to do it this time?

You were five seconds away from turning tail and running when the door slid open to reveal a shirtless and sleep deprived Poe Dameron. The slight shock on his face at seeing you was almost laughable. Except you then realized–you couldn’t laugh without doubling over in pain. The surprise quickly slipped from his face, being replaced by a sour look you would recognize anywhere.

“Hi,” you said softly, tucking your hands behind your back to hide the sight of your split open skin. That however didn’t stop his eyes from falling to your bleeding lip. “I know I have no right to ask this–”

“Who did that to you?”

The small tendrils of heat you’d been reaching for began to curl around your chest. Squeezing tightly until you had no choice but to acknowledge that they were there in the first place. Your rib still hurt like hell, yet hearing the slight worry in his voice counteracted that pain.

“Doesn’t matter,” you said quickly.

“That’s not what I asked,” he said–eyes hardening as they fell to the way you were leaning against the wall, placing more weight on your left side than your right.

You’d only ever seen him look this way during the heat of battle. When he was determined to come out victorious–the rage shining through the dark brown of his iris, nearly burning a hole through your chest. He was angry you were hurt. It was a surprise to come to that realization and yet it wasn’t an unwelcome one at that. Shifting your body, you tried to alleviate some of the pain that shot down to your leg–feeling like you might pass out from hypothermia the longer you stood there.

“Some guys in the cantina didn’t want to believe I was with the Resistance,” you huffed, shrugging your shoulders slightly. “They are worse off than I am. Trust me.”

“Where are they?”

A flutter tore through your heart. You’d never felt this way in his presence before. Some part of you knew that you were supposed to have these emotions when it came to Poe, but that was just it. The knowledge that this felt wrong–made it feel so right.

Maybe that’s where the hatred came from. The incessant understanding that this–whatever it was–should not happen. Poe was going to one day be a general and you would remain just the way you were. An engineer who knew their way around a blaster in the midst of battle, but nothing more. So, you shoved down the emotions you were feeling until they settled at the bottom of your stomach–turning your body bitter.

Poe Dameron, no matter how appealing he was to you in this moment, would only ever be the asshole who called you names like slip and rookie.

“Why come here?” he asked, still taking up space in his doorway–keeping you outside.

He wanted an answer and just like when you were asked why you hated him–you couldn’t come up with a good one. Why were you there? Why did you feel the need to come to him? For all you knew he would do a shitty job in patching you up, but that didn’t seem to matter. You knew the answer and you also knew…you didn’t want to say the answer.

“I–I didn’t know where else to go,” you replied, lying through your clenched teeth.

Waiting for him to laugh–tell you to go back to your, too small, cot was worse than the pain now spreading like a fire through your chest. Except he merely stepped to the side, giving you enough space to hobble inside–tears building up in your eyes at the small act of kindness. His hand landed on your arm, dragging it up until your knuckles were directly in his line of sight.

“It’s not that bad,” you blurted out, forcing yourself not to wince when he led you to the small stool placed near what you assumed to be a kitchen.

“Bullshit,” he muttered.

Just that one simple word brought a smile to your face, but you promptly wiped it away as he returned with a bacta kit and a wrap from your waist. You hadn’t even told him that you suspected your ribs were broken. He could simply tell by the way you were holding yourself. Once again that sickeningly sweet warmth shoved its way to the center of your chest, spreading up towards your neck.

He didn’t speak as he cleaned your knuckles. Simply kept his head ducked down–his curls falling against his forehead as he tried to pull out whatever glass might have been there. The alcohol in your veins was gone the second his hand touched yours. The feeling sobering you up quicker than you would have liked. Which meant you now had to sit and try not to stare at his still half bare form; or the way the muscles on his back tightened as he hunched over slightly to get a closer look.

“How many were there?” he asked, breaking the silence.

Again you winced, averting your eyes when he lifted his head. “Four.” The word was mumbled under your breath, and it wasn’t until you felt his hand tighten around your own, did your gaze snap back to his.

“What the fuck slip,” he breathed.

“Look they weren’t–”

“You could have gotten yourself killed,” he snapped.

Rearing back, you tried not to flinch from the pain in your side. “I was perfectly fine on my own.”

“Perfectly fine huh?” He stood when you nodded defiantly. “Then explain why you came to me bleeding.”

“I told you I had nowhere else to go,” you said.

He scoffed, shoving the opposite stool he was on closer to you, and sitting down. “Don’t lie to me.”

“Why?” Now it was his turn to back away. “Why shouldn’t I lie to you? If you haven’t noticed Dameron–we hate each other. I can’t remember a single time you were ever nice to me willingly so give me one good reason why I should even consider telling you the truth.”

“Because–”

“Because why?” you shouted, no longer in control of the emotions that unraveled your very being.

This was inevitable in the end. A fight between foes–when the meaning was far more than either of you could comprehend at a time like this. If you weren’t injured, you’d have tried to shove him away from you. Put as much distance between the both of you as possible, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his, let alone shift your body away far enough to clear your head.

“Because it’s us!” Dropping his head into his hands he rubbed at his eyes, oblivious to the way your mouth dropped open slightly. “It’s us. And yeah we fight, and we try to kill each other, but it’s us. I’d take a fucking bolt from a blaster for you.”

Your breath hitched, eyes watering at the sight of him tearing his own walls down for you. The same person he made everyone think he hated. You must have been stuck in a dream that found its fun in making something like this feel so real. It was twisted how much you longed for it to be real–how you wished you could break down your own walls just as he did.

“Poe–”

“If you don’t think that’s true then you obviously don’t know who pushed you out of the way in the last battle.”

You remember that day. A stormtrooper had gotten the upper hand, and while you were attempting to leap for an abandoned blaster on the floor, he had fired the shot. Someone shoved you of the way, effectively knocking your head against a rock and knocking you out. Except they had saved you from dying. Now–as you watched him run his hands through his hair to appease some of the stress building in his body, you realized how wrong you’d read every situation since then.

The walls holding in every built in emotion you had felt in the last year cracked. Severing your armor in two–allowing him to see a part of you that you closed off to everyone else.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you breathed, eyes still wide.

He shrugged. “Why didn’t you tell me you took down the TIE fighter that nearly blew me to pieces?”

Freezing in place, you watched his lips tug upwards in a small grin as the truth finally spilled free. You weren’t even supposed to be in an X-Wing, but then you heard the panicked transmission call. They were out-manned, outgunned, and on the verge of being wiped out. So you did the smart thing. You jumped in a ship and attempted to help–saving Dameron halfway through the battle from the very brink of death.

“How did you–”

He leaned closer, invading whatever personal space you had left. “Rose can’t keep a secret to save her life after four glasses of Jet juice.”

“You knew this whole time that I saved you?” Exhaling a shaky breath, you tried to stop your heart from leaping out of your chest. “You knew and you didn’t tell me?”

“I figured you hated me, but not enough to watch me die.”

“Poe Dameron you’re an asshole.” It was said through a weak laugh, the tears spilling down your cheek as you realized how stupid the both of you were.

He smiled, cupping your face and wiping them away with a soft brush of his thumbs. “Right back at you slip.”

Shifting, you managed to lean your forehead against his, eyes shutting for a moment of peace. “Hey, why do you call me that?”

His huff of laughter washed across your face–his thumbs still stroking your cheeks. “Cause you slipped through my fingers when we first met and have been ever since.”

If you didn’t feel the absolute ache in your chest before that moment, you did now. Somehow he’d taken every time you’d burned with anger towards him and flipped it–causing you to burn, ache, long for him the longer you sat there. He was the reason you were still alive; the true reason why you came here for help instead of anywhere else. You wanted to see him–to know that the loathing he felt was just a cover for something he couldn't quite yet describe.

“Poe,” you whispered, placing your hands on his shoulder in order to keep him from moving. “I–” The breath in your lungs stuttered as you tried to get out words that you never realized you felt until tonight.

They were stuck, lodged in your throat as you realized what it would mean for you to finally admit that this was real. You’d have to open up to him–show him all the ugly bits you did your best to ignore, because they were far from perfect. You were far from perfect. Except he didn’t seem to care.

“I know,” he said. “Me too.”

Gripping lightly on his hair you dragged him closer until his lips sealed over yours, effectively stopping your heart. You were nearly positive that he’d stolen every breath you had ever taken and would take in the course of your life, with this one single kiss. Which only made you press against him harder, lips moving in a more swift manner to forget the pain you both put each other through to get here. How stupid were you to think you could make an enemy out of a fated lover.

Licking against his bottom lip, you felt his hand slide from your cheeks down to your waist. Gentle enough to avoid the wounded areas, but firm in the decision he was making. He chose you. He’d always choose you.

The taste of him would leave you inebriated for days to come. Peppermint and something so purely him that you wouldn’t have been able to put into words even if you tried. Somehow that left you wanton, desperate for more. It stuck to your taste buds, shooting lust through your veins. Curling your fingers even further into his hair, you tentatively opened your mouth to him, shivering when he took the initiative to lick slowly–hotly–against your tongue.

You could stay there for hours just doing this. Tasting him for as long as time allotted you to do so. However, fate had a slight difference in opinion, because as you moaned into his mouth, he gripped your side–sending a jarring pain down to the very tips of your toes. Crying out, you yanked him back by his hair; an audible groan tearing from his throat.

“I’m sorry,” you said, letting go instantly. “I just–”

“Where does it hurt?” He bypassed your apology, choosing instead to run his hands lightly over your side until he caught you noticeably flinching.

“It’s–fuck–I swear it’s fine.”

He shook his head, biting back his smile as you attempted to play off the pain that nearly had you collapsing onto the floor. Picking up the bacta kit he began to put it together. Really it would take a few seconds and it would be over with, but the way he glanced at you for permission before lifting the side of your shirt, felt like the act took longer than that. Biting down on your split lip, you ignored the way your body tensed when his warm calloused hands touched your side.

“This might hurt,” he mumbled, still so close that you could feel his breath against your arm.

“I can take it.”

Seeing him attempt to swallow down his smirk had your thighs clenching together. While you certainly hadn’t meant for it to sound that way, you weren’t upset when his mind fell to that conclusion. If you weren’t stuck in one spot, you’d have asked him to do far more than simply kiss you. Which made the entire situation that much more aggravating.

You could only kiss him.

Tensing as the needle punctured your skin, you forced yourself to think of anything other than the situation you were in. You couldn’t look at him–not when he was leaning forward like this, his lips inches away from your arm. Not when you could feel your control wavering, on the verge of snapping in two. Fuck your injuries, you’d heal eventually, but knowing Poe he’d demand that before either of you two did anything–you’d have to heal first.

“Stop fidgeting,” he said, pressing down on your side to keep you from pulling away.

“Just hurry up.”

“I’d be able to if you sat still.”

Grumbling under your breath, you felt him pull away, the clink of the needle hitting the counter coming from behind you. “Is that it?”

“I’m going to have to bandage your waist until we can get you to the medic tomorrow.”

“The bacta won’t…heal my ribs?”

He chuckled, grabbing the bandages he had pulled out from the closet you all had in case of emergency. “No it won’t. Bones are a little more complicated.”

“Well fuck–” Wincing when you shifted back, you saw him pause a foot away from you. “What’s wrong? Not enough bandages?”

Poe stumbled over his words, his eyes dropping to your body before dragging back to your eyes. You felt the tug in your stomach at the sight of him openly admiring you, but you shoved it down. Too prideful to admit that you liked the look on his face and wanted to see it again and again.

“No–uh–I’m going to need you to–well–”

“Spit it out Dameron,” you said, a teasing smile spreading across your lips. “It can’t be that hard.”

The words had their intended effect. His eyes narrowed, hands gripping the bandages tighter as he stared at you without any embarrassment in his eyes. Something shifted in the air around you–nearly sparking a fire that slowly inched its way through your body.

“Take off your shirt.” His clipped tone caused your body to react in such a visceral way you nearly let an incoherent whine slip free.

“What?”

Stepping closer, he began to unravel the bandages. “Unless you want the bandages on top of the fabric.”

“No–I–” If you weren't being watched by him–stuttering underneath his gaze–you would have made a sly comment. No doubt causing yet another argument, but the look in his eyes quickened your pace.

It took you painfully shifting and him helping you–his hands dragging up your sides slow enough to have you shutting your eyes for some reprieve–for you to finally get the shirt off. You were better off simply sitting here rather than feeling him handle you as if you’d break any minute. It was maddening. Yet each time he wound his arms around you to keep the bandage straight, each brush of his hands along your bare skin, sent shivers down your spine.

“Almost done,” he said.

You opened your eyes, peeking at his face and felt your stomach bottom out. His jaw was clenched, eyes staring directly at his hands that didn’t stray from his task. What you thought was merely you overreacting at the loss of touch you’d experienced, was something else entirely. Poe had always been the man to keep perfect control over everything he worked on–a spitting image of the leader he was meant to be. At times you found it annoying, except you never realized how far his need for control went.

“Poe,” you murmured, breaking through his tightly locked mindset and allowing him a moment to pull away.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked.

Shaking your head, you ran your fingers through his curls, pushing them away from his forehead. You never understood the fascination with a man’s hair until this moment. Until he titled his head back–leaning into your touch–as his eyes fluttered shut. The look on his face nearly brought you down to your knees and even as he opened his eyes, you saw the brown nearly swallowed whole by his pupil. He wanted more.

You both did.

“Poe–”

He pulled away, returning to his spot on the stool and tying off the bandage. “You’re injured,” he said. In all honesty you weren’t sure if he was trying to convince you or himself. “I’m not going to be the reason you hurt even more.”

“You won’t hurt me.”

The words felt strange coming from you, knowing everything you went through to get to this point. It was ironic in a way. Except you couldn’t focus on the past–you didn’t want to. Knowing that the thoughts you had weren’t just fickle emotions, brought out new sensations you knew only he could make you feel. Poe Dameron was an addiction you didn’t want to kick. He was the poison in your veins and the antidote on your tongue.

Wincing, you leaned forward to bring his gaze back to you. “You can still kiss me…”

The worry on his face gave way to a smile you’d only seen directed at you a few times. Well–the times you’d actually been looking at him. You didn’t know it yet, but you were the cause of nearly all his smiles; the reason he found himself in a daze–lost in thoughts of you. Without hesitation, he captured your lips with his. The tang of him, already something you missed, once again filled your senses. You couldn’t tell if you wanted to drag him closer or pull away for air, but you decided on the former.

Gasping as one of his hands hesitantly brushed against your bare breast, you nearly fell into his lap. If you weren’t careful the both of you would end up on the floor and that would cause more harm than good. Poe knew that, which is why it only took him a few seconds to switch places with you. Shifting your body until your legs were over his thighs–the heat of his body now pressing firmly against yours.

“Fuck–” you breathed; practically shaking as your nipples brushed against his bare chest.

“My beautiful girl,” he mumbled against your cheek, his lips trailing down to your jaw–nipping lightly at the skin there. “Saved my life.”

The words you intended to say came out as a whine of his name instead when he pressed your hips down against his own. Effectively grinding his cock right against your clothed cunt. Sparks trailed up your spine, giving kindling to the fire that now streaked its way through your veins–causing you to press even closer to him.

Thankfully the bacta shot numbed the pain you were in, but you knew things wouldn’t get farther than this tonight. If there’s one thing you understood–Poe never backed out on his word. He’d kiss you until your head went fuzzy and your heart nearly gave out, but he wouldn’t press you into something that would cause your body pain. Somehow that only made you want him more. Until you were practically dragging yourself against his lap and sucking his tongue into your mouth.

He groaned, his hand grasping at your ass to still your movements. “We can’t–”

“Please,” you breathed; the beg was clear in your voice. “I’ll be good.”

“Fuck baby you’re going to kill me.”

Giggling, you scraped your teeth along his jaw. “You and I both know it takes a lot more than me begging for your cock to kill you.”

“Don’t be so sure about that,” he grunted, his hand reaching for the button of your pants.

The first touch of his fingers sliding through your slick nearly caused you to lose all sense of yourself. A heady moan ripped its way out of your throat as you tucked your face into his neck. Without meaning to, you began to grind against his fingers–positive that you wouldn’t last more than a few minutes from just him exploring. You were desperate for him; aching to feel him fill you entirely.

“Is this cause of me?” he asked, his eyes wide at the feeling of you practically dripping onto his palm.

You nodded, pressing your lips against his. “Yes. Now can you please–please touch me.”

Your heart nearly shattered when he shook his head, pulling his hand from you. This was the sensible thing to do. Wait until you are completely healed to move any further. Only you couldn’t stop the cry of desperation from leaving you. Steadying your breath, you began to shift away from him; certain that the both of you would simply head to bed now.

His hand grasping onto yours is what stopped you from moving.

“What–”

“Show me,” he breathed, dragging your bottom lip into his mouth and letting it go.

“Huh?” Your brain had turned to mush at the idea he was suggesting.

It wasn’t until he clasped your hand over his, having you guide him towards your cunt did you realize exactly what he wanted. Show me. He wanted to know what you wanted. How you liked to be touched; what exactly would get you there to the very edge of climaxing. His eyes were clouded with lust, mouth swollen and spit slicked as he watched the realization dawn on your face.

“Show me,” he urged a second time, biting down on his bottom lip when you finally took the initiative.

A ragged gasp left you when you pressed his fingers lightly to your clit, teaching him the pace that made your toes curl. Already you could feel your orgasm building, the tightening in your stomach growing with every swipe of his calloused fingers against you. Pushing his hand down further, you guided him, moaning when his fingers caught on your entrance. It wouldn’t take you long to hit that peak, his name already a pleaded out moan on your lips, but you needed more than what you could show him.

“I need–” You tilted your head back when he pressed the first finger into you.

“What do you need?” he asked, his other hand cupping the back of your neck to bring your lips back to his. “Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

“I–” He slid another finger into you, smiling briefly as you choked on your words. “I need more. Oh fuck.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded, digging your nails into his shoulder. If you thought you were guiding him on how to give you an orgasm, you were sorely mistaken. Within seconds, you were a mess on his lap as he sped up the pace of his fingers, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit with every movement. Feeling his eyes on you as your mouth dropped open and your eyes fell shut was almost too much.

“Poe!” you cried out when he found the spot along your walls, rubbing his fingers over it with every thrust. “I’m gonna–ah fuck I’m gonna cum.”

“C’mon baby,” he murmured. “Cum on my fingers.”

You didn’t hear the rest of his words, because the coil in your body finally snapped. Shattering your very being in two as he pushed you even higher with his fingers. Above the sounds of your breathing was the audible echo of his fingers plunging in and out of your cunt. The wet squelch enough to have your orgasm prolonging to a point of near pain.

Sobbing out his name, your legs shook as he gradually slowed the pace of his hand until you were reaching down to stop it altogether. Sparks spread up and down your spine, rendering you immobile as you gasped for a full lungful of air.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, the disbelief clear in his voice.

Laughing softly, you pressed your lips against his. “I can’t feel my legs.”

“Good kind or…”

“Definitely the good kind.”

You watched as he sucked his fingers into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you. The sight of his eyes shutting in bliss made your clit throb and you nearly asked him to do it again. Instead, you opted for kissing him–tasting yourself on his tongue–while you waited for the feeling in your legs to return.

Which they did a few minutes later.

“Oh shit,” you muttered, glancing at the digital clock he had attached to the wall.

“What’s wrong?” Sighing, you attempted to get up from his lap only to have him stop you. “What happened?”

“I forgot my jacket at the cantina,” you said.

“You can wear mine.”

The ease in which he said those words reminded you of your feelings. You would choose him again and again, no matter the consequences in the end.

“I’d love to,” you replied, wincing as you stood up. “But it was my dad’s jacket. I can’t lose it.”

Poe got to his feet–his hands settling on your hips to keep you steady. “Wasn’t he a pilot?”

“In the Rebellion. Yeah. I didn’t know you knew that.”

“I always paid attention when you thought I didn’t.”

Smiling, you felt heat begin to creep up the back of your neck, warming your face. “Thanks…for paying attention.”

“Don’t thank me yet slip,” he said, leading you through a few stumbling steps till your legs hit the edge of his bed. “I’ve still got to make you see the Maker once you’re fully healed.”

He laughed when you smacked him on the arm, your body finding the thought incredibly appealing. There was something dangerous about being this in tune with someone you thought you hated once. You weren’t sure it was a good thing or a bad thing yet, but you knew he’d help you find out eventually. So, rather than fight against the feelings that begged to be bricked up and hidden, you gave into something greater.

It took three more sexual jokes, a kiss or two, but soon you were lying together in the bed, his chest pressed against yours. You tucked your head into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent as you drifted off. Happy for once in a very long time.

Feeling the uncomfortable ache return to your side woke you up from your relaxing sleep–causing irritation to rise in your body. Poe slept soundly beside you, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist and head pressed into your neck. Which is why you tried to stay as still as possible. Except you could feel the burn start to come back with full force.

You had to see a medic today. The sooner the better.

Shifting slowly, you managed to turn to your other side–relieving some of the pain. Only to freeze as you caught sight of the brown leather pilot’s jacket hanging off the back of a chair. Blinking, you cleared the sleep from your eyes to make sure you were seeing what you actually thought you were seeing. The same jacket you’d left behind–the very last piece of your father you had–was directly in front of you.

Your breath caught in your throat–the tears welling up in your eyes. Poe had ventured out into the pouring rain in the late hours of the night, all to retrieve your jacket. He knew how important it was to you; understood the significance of the garment you wore proudly each and every day.

Blinking back the tears you felt the last of your walls crumble into pieces around you. Finally exposing your heart to the world that had turned it cold in the first place. Only now, as you felt Poe stir behind you–your eyes still stuck on your jacket–did you know that your heart was eternally protected. Just as he saved your life and healed your wounds, he’d do the same for your heart.

For as long as time allowed.

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[venuslore]

oh em gee okay what about "this is a good look for you." + poe dameron, maybe he gives you his jacket (prized possession) cos it's cold or something and then can't stop salivating over you in it 😵‍💫

requested by @bruisedboys ᰔ

𖥔 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐄'𝐒 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 𖥔

it was rare for you, or anyone, to see poe without his jacket during the day. it was the one thing he always made sure to have with him. well, that and bb8. no matter the weather, or the mission, the deep brown leather was always cradling his shoulders.

and yet, as you stood in poe's room, you couldn't help but eye the materialistic item as it sat before you. draped over the back of a chair, where he had taken it off only moments ago, before disappearing out the door.

it was certainly an upgrade from his last jacket, and there was no denying how good he looked in it. was it heavy? was it warm? did it... smell like poe? these were all things you had wondered before.

looking back at the door there was still no sign of poe, and you weren't sure how long he would take, but there was a tingling feeling in the pit of your tummy that was dying to try it on. surely he wouldn't mind, though, he also didn't need to know.

you decide to bite the temptation and pick it up from it's spot. so long as you put it back exactly where it was, what was the harm in trying it on?

the outside was cool to the touch and it was pretty hefty for a jacket, but poe was strong, so there was no doubt it weighed almost nothing to him. though as you slipped your arms inside and pulled it around yourself, the weight dispersed and it just felt...

...cozy.

the inside was softer than you thought it would be. smooth as it glides across your skin, and the longer you wore it, you realised that it did smell like poe. the faint musk of him invading your senses as you hugged it tighter to yourself.

"and what do we have here?" poe's voice cuts your thoughts and you quickly twirl to see him standing in the doorway. he takes a moment to look you up and down before returning his gaze to yours. "y'know, if you wanted to try it on, all you had to do was ask."

there's a playfulness to his tone and the longer he stares at you, a smirk slowly begins to tug at the corner of his lips. you watch as he kicks the door shut behind him and takes a few steps towards you.

"you aren't mad?" your voice is quiet, not scared, just quiet.

he shakes his head, taking the opportunity to take you in once more as he takes the sides of the jacket in his hands and pulls you closer to him. "no. this is a good look for you. in fact, i might have to get you to start wearing it more often."

"think that can be arranged," you match his grin now and press a slow kiss to his lips.

"oh, i bet."

#— ꒰ ‧ ₊˚ vee daydreams ˖꙳‧ ꒱ #poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron x y/n #poe dameron x fem!reader #poe dameron x gn!reader #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron fanfic #poe dameron fic #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron concept #poe dameron blurb #poe dameron fluff #poe dameron drabble #poe dameron oneshot #poe dameron one shot

[brxttydevil]

First Time Y’all Kissed (Scenario)

From! Bungo Stray Dogs Scenarios Warnings! They all are out of character, manipulation

Characters! Chuuya, Dazai, Yosano,Fyodor, and Ranpo

Chuuya

You two were coming back from a successful mission and Chuuya decided that you two should head to the bar to celebrate. You two were holding hands while walking into the bar. Once you and Chuuya arrived, you guys went straight to the front bar. The music was loud, the lights were flashing, and there were people dancing.

"What would you two like to have?" The bartender looked between the two of you. He would have assumed you two were dating without knowing the both of you.

"The usual." Chuuya just said. The bartender knew immediately and started making both of yall drinks.

You knew you were in love with him and wanted to spend more time with him. When the bartender returned with the drinks, you both clinked your glasses together before drinking. He has cared about you for a while and wanted to express his feelings to you, but he was unsure how. When you both finished for the night, he paid and you both left the establishment. Once outside, he took a deep breath and started a conversation with you.

"You look as beautiful as the night sky," he said, smirking at you in an attempt to appear confident. You were shocked by his sudden compliment and began to feel butterflies in your stomach. "(Name), I have been waiting for a while now to tell you how much I like you. You make me so happy. I adore the cute smile you would have on your face after each successful mission and I-"

You kissed him. He was shocked at first but he was quick to respond. The kiss was slow and sensual-as if time had stopped and the only thing that mattered was the two of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he wrapped his around your waist. You both clamored to pull the other as close as possible. Eventually, you both stopped and took a minute to catch ya'll's breath. A small smile made its way onto both of your faces.

Chuuya grabbed both of your hands and asked, "Does that mean you'll be my partner now?"

Your smile widened at his question, and you responded with a "Yes!"

Ranpo

You and Ranpo were sitting down on the couch together. You had bought some pocky sticks for the game you wanted to try with Ranpo.

"So what's the point of this game again?" he impatiently questioned. He just wanted to hurry up and eat some snacks.

"Why don't you use your special detective skills to find out," you responded sarcastically. "C'mon just put the pocky in your mouth and then we'll see who is the last one to hold on to the pocky. The winner receives a kiss!"

Ranpo blushed at the suggestion of you both sharing a kiss. Although you guys had been dating for a few months, ya'll had yet to do anything intimate with each other. You both had only gone so far as holding hands and cuddling.

He put the end of the pocky that had the chocolate flavor into his mouth (because of course he did), and you put the other end into yours. You held up three fingers to count down to the start of the game.

You kept taking small bites until you felt his lips connect to yours. The taste of chocolate filled your mouth as the kiss continued. Eventually, you pulled away, forgetting that you both were in the middle of a game until you heard him confidently say, "I guess that means I win, huh."

You gave him a quick peck in response and said, "I guess so" with a smile.

Yosano

You were coming to the scene to help out. Yosano was called to help out but they needed backup. You see everyone is okay but then Yosano is hurting and bleeding a little. You ran over to her.

“What happened Darling?” You checked her body to see where everything is bleeding or bruised.

“Got struck while helping nothing too bad.” You know she would always help someone but no one has ever helped her.

Yosano would not want help even if she needed it. You would always help no matter what even tho she would get annoyed but you knew she loved it.

You picked her up and sat her on the stretcher and started to wipe the blood off. You patched up her bruises and she looked at you. You always loved looking at her. She was so beautiful in your mind. You wish you could take her on a date right now.

She looked at your lips and started to kiss you softly and smiled. “Thank you baby.” You were a blushing mess afterwards and Dazai teased you.

Dazai

You and Dazai have been dating for a week. It started when he wanted to do double suicide with you. You agreed and he was a bit shocked to see someone actually wanting to do with him.

He set up a date with you and he wanted to jump off with you. You met up at the area and saw him standing at the edge of the building. He smiled when he knew you were there.

“Hello darling, good to see you have come to join me.” He walked over to you and moved you to the edge where you can see all of the world. He put his arms around you and kisses your cheek.

“This is beautiful.” You looked around then at him.

“Not as Beautiful as You.” He kisses your lips and kept going till he needed air. “I wouldn’t want to do a double suicide with you now because I want to stay in the presence of your beauty.”

Fyodor

You and he have been arguing for quite some time. At this point, you don't even know why you even arguing in the first place. But you are getting more annoyed with him by the second and it wasn't helping.\

He was getting annoyed as well. He doesn't like arguing with you either. He doesn't want that to be the reason you two break up. He got closer to you drowning out the yelling in your voice and lifted your chin up with his finger. He noticed the way you looked at him like you had butterflies in your stomach.

"Wow, if I knew that would shut you up, I would have done it earlier." Before you had to say something else he kissed you quickly and the kiss felt amazing to you. He held you against the wall and continued to kiss you. The argument was long forgotten.

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[foxilayde]

I have a feeling Poe loves having his ear lobes sucked and nibbled on.

Ten, Eleven, Twelve [Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader]

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Explicit.

Summary: You hooked up with Poe last night and now you're late to your 10am call time... but you've got time for a few more rounds, right?

You don't wake up with a harsh alarm like most mornings, jolted into consciousness with aggressive buzzing and beeping... no this morning, on this glorious morning, you are roused gradually awake by something like a combination of sunlight through your bunk window and Poe's body heat, working together to warm your internal temperature just slightly too high for your body to comfortably sleep through. 

But you don't move. Because Poe is exactly as you saw him last, laying naked, on you and in you- his face tucked lovingly in the crook of your neck. You strain your eyes to get a hint of his sleeping frown. It's not a dissatisfied look he wears, it’s just... relaxed. He looks ten years younger like this, his usual furrowed smoldering brow is smooth and you hope a good dream is playing somewhere in his pretty head. You would turn your head to see more of his pouting slack face but you don't want to wake him. 

He's breathing so deeply, so slowly. At the top of each inhale, air catches somewhere in his lovely nose, making the faintest most endearing tiny snore. He's got his arms wrapped up under yours, hands cradling the back of your head under your pillow. You smile to yourself, this is how he usually sleeps by himself in the bottom bunk. On his stomach, arms under his pillow. His stomach expands with each slow breath, pushing into your abdomen, and despite how heavy he is and how warm the morning is getting... despite the ache in your inner thighs at being spread open for an ungodly measure of time, you've never felt more comfortable. 

You almost will yourself to fall back asleep.... But the light from your window is blaring on your eyes too vibrantly through your closed lids, and then it hits you- your knifing 10am call time. Judging by the light, that ship has sailed and you're a little miffed as to why no one bothered to come get the two of you. You grumble and shift slightly, now feeling the ache in your arms, in your neck... all over. Maker you haven't been this sore since you were a recruit going through primary training. 

You should get up. You really really should. But... ugh, Maker look at him. He's so tired and he took such astounding care of you last night. And all his sleepy self is doing is using your body like a pillow. If no one has come for you, couldn't you just lie here? Would that really be so bad? 

Everyone was celebrating last night, maybe the entire base decided to have a lazy hangover day... unlikely. But hey, weirder things have happened on this base.

 Fuck the bright light and the kriffing call time, you’re going back to sleep and meeting Poe on the other side of your respective dreams. You’re scrunching your eyes against the light when he "mmmmm"s into your neck and points his toes in a stretch, the action arches his hips into yours where Maker... he's hard in you. How did you not feel that as soon as you woke up? (the ten orgasms might have something to do with that- your latent nerves taking a fucking vacation after all that attention.)

Poe’s embrace tightens on you and he plants a warm sleepy kiss on your neck. His stubble tickles and you squirm a bit, dragging your nails up and down his wide warm back. Maker, did you actually DIE yesterday in battle and go to heaven? 

"Morning, Ten." He bites your neck affectionately. 

"Oh is that right? Morning, Hoe. I mean, Poe." 

"Mmmm, Don't make me tickle you again." His voice is deep and rough and he demonstrates just how serious he is by moving his prickly chin back and forth on the softest part of your neck. 

You whine and attempt to push his head and tickling chin away from you, but, Maker, you have zero strength this morning, the muscles in your forearms are protesting your escape attempt. Are your arms sore from gripping the bedsheets all night? Maker, you're going to be useless today.

He presses his hips more presently into yours and your hips rise to chase the sensation at the same time your head is trying to turn away from his hot tickling breath and whatever-the-fuck-o-clock shadow he's got growing on his stupidly handsome face. 

"Did I really sleep in you all night, pretty girl?" He's not trying to tickle you anymore, his hips are moving as lazy as the day and his teasing has given way to hot breaths and licking bites on your neck. Much more pleasant. 

You're still so sore, but he feels divine, and in a way the slow rubbing of his cock inside you feels like a massage to your overused pussy. 

"Maker Dameron," you mmmm and squeeze his plump butt flexing under your fingers as he slowly fucks into you. 

"You always this horny in the mornings?"

"mmmhmmm," His teeth scrape along your clavicle, "why do you think I make you go and get caf for me first thing?"

"What?!" 

Poe chuckles into your neck before rolling his hips in a particularly deep fashion. Fuck. 

"You heard me." 

"Are you saying you-"

"Yes, Nine."

"Not every morning?"

He kisses your cheek before putting his forehead on yours, he gently removes his hands from under the pillow and plants them on either side of your head and just nods against your forehead. Maker, those eyes. Beautiful in the sparkling darkness, warm and loving in the midday light.

“Every morning since you moved in.” He punctuates his words with the rolling of his hips, his smile growing wider as the sentence grows longer. 

You moan at the uptick in pace.

 "Fuck! That's mmmm, that's why you're so happy when I come back with the caf."

"Mmmhmmm" He kisses your parted panting mouth. Maker his lips are so warm. "That, and getting to see your pretty face." He nuzzles his nose against yours and grinds up into you with a deep moan. "Fuck, baby. You'e so wet. Didn't let a bit drip out of you, did I?"

You whine under him as he crushes his lips on yours again. He's not wrong. You can hear how sloppy you are, his demanding hardness gliding easily through the hot molten center of you. 

"You gunna come for me again, sweetheart? Hmm?" He's not mocking or goading, his face is earnest and raw and still retains the unbothered brow of his resting expression. Fuck, you love him. 

"One condition."

"Anything, baby." he whispers against your lips, hips scooting deeply into you at the most perfect pace as your cunt clenches as best it can with the wrung out feeling you still have in every part of your body. 

"mmmm, Poe uhhhhh, y-You're doing the caf runs from now on."

"Deal, baby, deal." 

Maker you could've probably bargained anything in that moment and he would have said yes. True to your side of the agreement you bear down on him, your torso shooting up the small distance between you, clinging to every bare piece of him you can reach when you clench and cum on him. Fucking eleven. 

Poe’s forehead is on yours again. Eyes clamped shut as he shakes and moans, flexing and spilling inside your already overfilled cunt.

“Oh shit, baby. Ohhh, fuck.”

Theres a sheen of sweat on his prickly upper lip that you taste when he presses his panting lips to yours.

He sinks back onto you, pinning you once again under his comforting weight. Breaths slowing as you kiss his musky, curly scalp. 

“Fuck. We gotta open a window or something.” He laughs and blows a cool stream of air onto your sweaty chest.

“That’s nice. Why don’t you do that— open the window? And get us some caf while you’re up.”

“Mmmm, five more minutes.” He’s back to slumping on you and  kissing your neck lazily.

As much as you love this, this new thrilling intimacy, you need water and a shower and caf. Desperately need caf.  Poe knows how much you need it, you’re sure, but he’s playing with your hair and kissing your shoulder…. maker, is he eversatiated?

“Poe, you gotta get up. Please. And find out what happened to our call time.”

Poe's head shoots up out of its lazy position and he looks to the window and back to you with confusion. 

“Its gotta be past midday.”

“Exactly!” You pat his shoulders, “Go. Go see what’s up.”

“Mmmm, but you’re so soft and you feel so good, baby. 5 more minutes. “ He sinks back into you again, resuming his hot lazy attentions to your neck.

“Poe!” You lift your neck slightly, he’s kissing your clavicle and soothing the tops of your arms with his fingertips. He’s making a very compelling argument for staying just where you are, 5-minutes after 5-minutes, and then some. But you really do have to get going. This isn’t your kriffing honeymoon, it’s a war. And being that it is a war, and that Dameron likes to play… you close your teeth gently around the cute little lobe of his frankly adorable ear and give it a soft tug, letting the soft skin slide through your teeth— like a playful puppy. Nothing mean. 

Poe mmmmm’s into your neck. “Keep doing that, baby.”

Oh yeah?

You hesitate for a second, and you feel him grow harder once more. Then you lick his ear with a breath of hot air and take the lowest softest portion of it between your teeth and tug again.

“Ohhh, shit, honey.”

He’s not kissing your neck any longer, just breathing heavily as you nibble on his ear. Damn him. Is every morning going to be like this? Missing call times? Never extracting yourselves from each other. Maker, he’s still inside of you which means you’ve been fully one entity for half a fucking day-cycle… you’re not mad at it. Not at all. Not after all the time you’ve spent only nearly together— separated by bunks and clothes and your silly little fears. 

His ear is a surprisingly pleasant sensation in your mouth too, and you can’t help but moan and lick at it. He does have cute fucking ears. Maker, everything about him is cute, if you had your way you’d lick and bite every inch of him, no matter the call time. 

“Yeah, keep doing that, baby. Fuck. I’m getting hard again.”

“Poe…” you breathe his name into his ear and he, yep, he’s hard again, and rutting into you… again. He lifts the backs of your knees up with his forearms and guides your shins to lock behind him. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, the position this opens you up to, Maker… he’s in deep. He uses his hands behind his back to lock your ankles together because, shit, you’re for sure not able to navigate your own kriffing body right now. And thank the stars that he does, because you have no god damn strength to hug his hips with your thighs or even prop your legs up right now. This way you can still be limp while he rocks into you, in his signature deep style— no hammering, hardly thrusting, just fucking rocking into you, rubbing and pushing perfectly into everything. You can fucking feel how swollen you are down there, how insanely hot and slippery everything has become, the combined spend of your amassed activity is leaking down your crack and pooling underneath your hips. Thin blanket bunched behind you and impossibly wet. Fuck, you wouldn’t be surprised if it was all leaking out the bottom of your mattress and dripping on Poe’s bed at this point. Everything, absolutely everything from your hair to the sheets, to your palm on the damned metal rail you’re gripping on, is damp to downright soaked. 

The combined sunlight and your hot bodies and breaths is creating the warmest fucking slick between your abdomens and Poe is just perfectly sliding up and into you in sensational deep strokes. He licks into your shaking mouth, and that same feeling you had last night about not knowing where you ended and he begain— well it’s back. His hand on your hip rubbing loving circles with his thumb, might as well be your own. His tongue writhes hot and strong with yours and, fuck , everything is so fucking slippery. You’re completely in camp Fuck The Calltime when he shifts his thighs closer and sinks even fucking further into the throbbing core of you. 

Maker, your internal temperature can’t possibly be sustainable, but your body doesn’t even call out for a cool drink of water like it calls out for more of his heat. You need him, you need him, you need him just like this.

“Fuuuck,” your moan is weak and low, a lament and a joy. Your pussy is sucking him in. Shit, you’re so swollen and sensitive right now you swear you can feel every vein of him, can clock the nearly imperceptible way his cock gets slightly harder inside of you as he approaches his end. Maker can you even call it an “end” when it never fucking ends? He’s just going to keep doing this, rocking into your open wetness, you’re certain. He’s just going to keep going forever, keep you attached together and fuck you till all the fucking fluid leaves your body. Bastard. The thought only makes you hold him tighter. Fuck, he’s sliding on you and in you— so so so good. Maker, you bite his ear again when you cum. He groans low and pushes as deep as he can, pulsing in you, shaking and sweating. Fuck, his abdomen is nearly vibrating with the shakes of it as your pulsing cunt squeezes the cum out of him. Your breath is even hotter than it was a few minutes ago and you’re not sure how that’s possible, but you know it is because you’re breathing into Poe’s ear, his lobe let-free from your bite and the breath stays in front of your face, making you hotter and hotter. You might pass out from heat, and still your body, slut that she is, tilts your hips up by a nearly negligible degree, unwilling to have a single bit of space between you and Poe. 

“Oh fuck… what are you doing to me, Dameron.”

Poe kisses your nose, “You mean besides making a total mess of your hair?” He grins at you and rubs his nose against yours, breathing heavy, slick abdomen huffing against yours. He rubs your noses together some more before notching it next to yours and gently kissing you with his sweet lips….and you can fucking tell he’s about to go boneless again on you and ask for another “5 more minutes” before “getting up”. Psssh. If by getting up he means “achieving an erection”, then yeah. A solid 5 minutes is apparently all he needs before he’ll be hard again, and fucking you into the mattress (waterbed) again. Maker, maybe that conversation you heard in the bathroom was meant as a cautionary tale. A fucking ghost story. “Don’t sleep with Commander Hot Ass, he’ll fuck you until you die of dehydration. On some nights around base, some say you can still hear the moaning wails of the women he’s boned to death.”

“Poe. Please. Please get up and get me some water. I feel like I’m about to die.”

Poe pushes up from you and groans when he slips out of you. Maker, what a weird fucking feeling to be empty after all that. He hops down from the bunk with surprising spryness for a man who just nearly fucking killed you with his dick. 

“And open the window. Please. Our funk is probably leaking into the kriffing hallway.” You slide your palms down your torso and stars it feels like you just stepped out of the river with how soaked you are.

Poe laughs and hands you your water bottle.

“You think that’s why no one got us for call time? Because they knew we were busy?”

 He kisses your forearm before going over to open the window and— oh kriffing hell.

Poe pantsless. Ass on display. Maker bless the galaxy on this glorious day. You’re about to take a sip from your bottle when the sight of his perfect rear-end stops you in your tracks. He slides the window open and the relief is immediate. Fuck. Fresh air. Poe extends his palm to the top of the sill and leans, staring out at the bright day. The view is one of the nicer one’s on base. Some foliage and even a little edge of the river in the background if you look from the right angle. There’s a little walking path nearby but it’s not rec time, so Poe just stands at the window, dick out to the fucking world, ass to you. Maker bless him. You sip on your water and take in the view. Heaven, absolutely. Poe fucked you till you died and now you’re in heaven. 

You hardly even registered what he’d just said, your mind lagging understandably at the sight of Poe in all his naked glory. 

“Oh, I really kriffing hope not.”

“Ashamed, Eleven? Or should I say, Twelve?” Poe turns his head and winks and you, the cocky bastard. You look around your cot for Bigsby, the attack reptile (plushie), to throw at him, but he’s all the way down on the bottom bunk and so you settle for rolling your eyes at Poe instead. You scoot up further on the bed, goo spilling out of your pussy in a tepid trickle. 

“I’m not ashamed. Not at all.” You smile genuinely at him and your heart feels like it’s glowing in your chest when he turns to face you. He’s naked and you’re naked and you’ve never been this naked for this long with anyone before. And somehow you aren’t self conscious. Not even a little. You make no move to cover yourself with the damp sheet as Poe’s eyes softly rake up your body. You turn then, and let your feet dangle off the side of the bunk, letting him see all of you, swinging your toes contentedly, and taking another pull of water. You smack your lips and sigh and hand the bottle to Poe. Who must be fucking thirsty…. although he did drink quite a bit from you last night, so maybe not. 

Poe takes the bottle from you and kisses your hand. Then your knees and dangling legs. Maker is he already ready for more?

“Poe… you know what I want?” You say with a teasing seduction, wiggling your toes as he bends to kiss the tops of your feet. He still hasn’t taken a sip of water when he replies.

“Oh yeah baby, I know what you want.” He trails his fingers up and down the backs of your calves.

“Mmmm? What do I want, flyboy?”

He drags his lips up your leg, tossing the water bottle onto his bed. And he kisses you, again… as if you could get enough. And you’re sure he’s going to tease you and tell you “You want lucky thirteen” but he surprises you when he breaks the kiss and nudges his nose against yours.

“You want caf. A tall cup of it. With a splash of sarlacc cream and one scoop of yyeger.” His eyes are crinkled with a smile and stars, he looks so handsome just wearing a smile, it’s fucking absurd.

“And..?” You hint.

“Jogan fruitcake if they have it.” Not exactly what you had in mind, but you do love Jogan fruitcake. 

“And?” You continue, placing a kiss on his stubbly jaw.

“And…. Vakiir eggs? Scrambled?” He’s thinking about food. He must be hungry. You laugh against his neck.

“No.”

“What do you want?” He smooths your hair out of your face with his warm palms. 

“To find out….” You lead.

 “Call time! Yes. On my way.”

 Poe snaps his fingers and gives you a quick peck on the lips before he steps off his bunk and starts getting dressed in his clothes from last night. It’s just as well, neither of you should put on clean clothing. You’re filthy.

Before he’s out the door, fully dressed, he steps back onto his bunk and gives you a real kiss. You almost, you nearly fucking almost invite him back up for one more round. But he breaks the kiss with an “I love you.”  And yeah you know you’re silly stupid in love, but how can you kriffing not be? You grab him by the cheeks and plant a good one on him before telling him you love him too and, “I’ll love you even more with a caf in my hand, Dameron.”

He finally manages to leave and— maker, should you even be drinking caf at this time of day? You’ll be up all night if you do, it’s that kriffing late in the day. Up all night. Stars. The thought brings a smile to your face this time. It doesn’t mortify you with implication like it did only yesterday. 

You take the linens from your bed and put them in the hamper. You’ll have to do laundry today. Not a problem since it seems like you’re completely off for the day. Or maybe you won't do laundry today. You wont need to if you sleep in the bottom bunk with Poe. Wrapped up in his arms and in the smell of his sheets. You'll probably have to rethink the bunkbed situation soon. As cozy as you love to be with Poe, it'd be a lot more practical to have a real adult couple bed. Maker, does he want to do that? Is that too fast? And then you laugh to yourself thinking 'it was too fast' when it took a fucking year to happen. 

You’re showered and mostly dressed when Poe gets back with your tall cup of caf and your slice of Jogan cake. You take a sip and it’s perfect. Exactly how you make it yourself. Maybe even a little better, a tad sweeter. You give him a kiss and a thanks… you could get used to this. The thought makes your mouth too stretched out in a smile to properly kiss, and Poe eagerly tells you he discovered the mystery behind the call time.

Apparently Jess came to your bunk to check on you after she got back from the Cantina and heard… well. Something. You’re not sure what she heard. You doubt she told Poe, but the two of you made a lot of sounds last night, so the list of what it could have been is a long one. 

You chew on your cake and sip your caf while Poe tells you all about how happy Jess is for you two and how she “knew it all along”. Sure. You shake your head fondly.

“Oh, that brings me to the call time— It was Jess! She got us out of it, figured we would want some 'time together'. ‘New couple stuff’ were her exact words.”

Couple. You and Poe. You nearly choke on a piece of jogan fruit.

“You don’t want to be a couple?” Poe's eyes are heartbreaking behind a casual façade. He picks at his thumb and walks over to the window, assuming the same stance as this morning. Or afternoon. You’re still not sure of the time. “That’s fine by the way, if you just wanted it to be a hookup, I— I get that.” He’s staring intently at the sliver of river and a nice breeze ruffles his sexed-up hair. He still needs a shower, forgoing it to get you caf and answers at your request. He tries to look relaxed, as if he’s just enjoying the breeze. He’s unaware of the way his shoulders flex defensively, in a dead-giveaway. 

How? How can he possibly be self conscious? How can he possibly think that you don’t want to be with him? And last night, how could he ever think you’d be put off by him, or whatever the hell weird conclusions he came to… Maker. The most perfect friend, the most perfect teammate, and the most perfect (as it turns out) lover. And he’s self-conscious because he thinks that you don’t want to be a couple?

“Of course I want to be a couple.” You step right next to him, taking his hand in yours. “I wanna be the most obnoxiously couple-y couple that ever coupled.” 

Poe's eyes flick to your entwined fingers and then your your face. “Yeah? Wear coordinating outfits and everything?” His toothy smile is absolutely contagious and you laugh a bit at the image. I mean you already both have orange jumpsuits, it wouldn’t be that hard. 

“Yes. And be 8 hours late to absolutely everything because of you. Yes. I want it all Poe. Every cringey corny bit.”

He pulls you into a hug and his hands run down your back, stopping at your bum. “Can I call you aggressively sweet nicknames in public? Like, cuddle butt?” He squeezes for good measure and chuckles lowly at your squeal. You bring your hands up to twist in his passion-mussed hair.

“Only if I get to call you… honey booger. Or something— I’ll think of a good one.”

Poe snorts and that and shakes his head. “Deal.” 

You kiss him, and his lips are so warm. Another breeze blows through the window and it smells like fresh water and heated greenery.

Poe rubs small circles on your on your lower back with his thumbs. “Mmmm can I kiss you in public?”

“I’d be offended if you didn’t, commander.”

“And talk baby-talk to each other?”

Oh maker, he's in a silly mood. He's not serious. This is his way of asking 'do you really want me?' without asking. And you do. You fucking do. Even if you have to tell him you'd do kriffing baby talk in front of the crew to reassure him.

You gasp. “We weren’t doing that already? Well then, we’d better to do extra baby-talk to make up for lost time.” 

Poe laughs loudly, all trace of insecurity gone. He bends his knees slightly and grips you by the waist in the circle of his strong arms, picks you up and twirls you around in a hug. “Maker, we are going to be insufferable.”

You kiss his neck, leaving your lips there on the rough stubble when you say, “So… exactly how we’ve always been?”

“Yeah. I guess things won't change too much.”

#poe dameron x fem!reader #Poe dameron x you #Ozzie tag #Poe Dameron x reader #yes it’s technically a continuation of Nine but it can be read alone! #I just can’t leave these idiots alone

[emily12345678910]

bsd men x fem!reader reader is found on the roof

note:this is my first time posting something like this on here so hope you like it if you would like to request anything they are opened ^^ just ask me about it (btw in Chuuya's part Mori is your dad >:D)

note:ask me before posting my things please if you don't at least give credit I would like it please

warnings:suicide (on dazai's because well it is dazai xD) mentions of a death of a mom and if I missed anything tell me (a cuss word? Or words? xD)

Characters:Dazai,Chuuya,Ranpoo,Poe,Kunikida

Dazai Osamu

He found you sitting down on the edge of the ANA's place he said "I can't believe my eyes!! Is my lover committing suicide WITHOUT ME?!" you would look at him weirdly and just say "you wish" he frowned and sat next to you and hit your arm and would ask what was wrong and you would reply with "_______" (what ever you want it to be) he looked and you and than hugged you than said "we can stop that!" you replied with "how?" He than said "commit suicide with me!!!" you smacked his head and said "how you wish Osamu and smiled

Chuuya Nakahara

He found you on the edge of the port mafia's building he would ask "what are you doing up here love?" you looked at him and said "oh hey" he walked to you and said I'm guessing your taking a break you know from your dad? You nodded and he sat down next to you and said "why does he give you a hard time?" You just replied with "I don't know. Just ever since my mom passed away it was hard on both of us" he would just listen to you and when you said that you wanted to be someone to somebody hit a bit hard on him you and Chuuya met each other when he joined the port mafia so he didn't know your full life he hugged you in a tight hug and said "well you are someone to somebody now" and kissed your head than said "enjoy your break from you father until you can't"

Ranpo Edogawa

He found you on the roof well he didn't find so you can say he knew you were there Dazai has asked where we're you and Ranpo said I'll go and get her and went to the roof and there he saw you sitting on the edge and skipped to you and sat down next to you and hugged you saying "your gonna get mean old Kunikida mad at youu" you just giggled and said ge won't ranpo asked "so why are you up here?" you thought he was playing stupid but you didn't know so you said "just ______ that's all" he nodded and kissed your check and said "you better hurry up with it Kunikida is gonna get mad" you nodded and he said "OH! RIGHT! come with me to get snacks! please?-" and he did the puppy eyes you rolled your eyes playfully and said "okay I'll come with you" he said "yay!!!" He kissed your cheek and said meet you in the office my love and got up and left and you went a bit after him

Poe Allan Edgar

You saw Poe from the corner of your eyes with Karl on his shoulders he said "my love why are you out here? it is Cold" you wondered how he knew you were there and you asked he said "Karl told me" poe than sat down next to you and he said "it's cold my love get inside" you replied with "I'm fine poe really I just need some fresh arm" he hugged you and Karl went on your lap and curled in a ball poe than said I'll be right back than and got up and left you pet Karl and he fell asleep after a few minutes Poe came back with Karl's blanket and another one he handed you Karl's as he wrapped the other one around you and you out Karl's blanket well on Karl and poe sat down again next to you it was the time the sun was seting so you two watched it and you fell asleep on Poe's shoulder

Kunikida Doppo

He found you on the roof of the ADA's roof and he said "and why aren't you doing your work! we have a tight schedule and can't have another person not doing work other than Dazai!" You looked at him and said it is my break time Kunikida look at the time" he did and said "oh well than good!" you giggled and said "and why aren't you doing work mr.do your work?" He looked at you and said it happens to seems my break to- and said down next to me and said "you better not me lying young Mrs" you smiled at him and said "don't worry about that Kunikida the only time I would lie about a break is to help Dazai" he rolled his eyes and said "still don't get why you help that Bastard always leaving work skipping meetings and things like that it's annoying!" and you took his book he had every tike he said "HEY give that back!" And you grabbed his pen and opennthe book to a page he wrote on and drew something and gave it back to him kissing his cheek he looked at you than looked at what you drew it was on the page about your's and his relationship you swear you seems his blush he said "i- your break time is over! Get back to work you!" you just giggled andgot off the roof and walked back in the office

#bsd x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #ranpo x reader #poe x reader #kunikida x reader #dazai x fem reader #chuuya x fem!reader #female #fanfic #Spotify

[gooddaykate]

My Heart Seeks Yours

Poe Dameron x fem! reader

Summary: You and Poe were best friends. You confessed your feelings for him and he rejected you. After running away and spending years apart, you are reunited when he joins the Resistance.

Author's Note: Nothing, really... it's angsty. Actually I lied, there is one warning, and that's the fact that this may never be finished. So it may be an angsty cliffhanger forever, sorry. Also? Bless @its-the-darkest-timeline for liking my question of if this was even wanted- thanks bb

cross-posted on ao3

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Growing up on Yavin 4 with Poe Dameron had made you wild.

Running spice on Kajimi with Poe Dameron had made you reckless.

Working your way up to Colonel in the Resistance without Poe Dameron had made you disciplined. And you had done it all on your own. You had left Poe in the Thieves’ Quarter one night without a word and hadn’t looked back. If your heart yearned for someone you knew you couldn’t have, well, that was nobody’s business.

It had been years since you had seen or even heard about Poe. And frankly, that was fine by you.  It didn’t mean you thought about him any less, but one could dream.

Someone cleared their throat and broke you out of your  thoughts. You looked up from your datapad to see Lieutenant Connix. “Colonel, the General has requested an audience. There is a new squadron of recruits from the New Republic.”

“Pilots?” you asked her with a sigh.

Kaydel smirked back at you. “Pilots.”

The General looked up from the reports she was focused on when you entered high command.

“Oh, good, I’m glad you’re here. I’m sure the Lieutenant filled you in on the new squadron. I want you to take them under your wing. Particularly their leader. He is rash, but passionate. We could certainly use some passion.”

“Yes, General.”

She sent a soft  smile your way. “How many times do I have to tell you to call me Leia, dear?”

“One more time, ma’am.”

Her eyebrows raised, but she continued with another soft smile and a shake of her head. “The commander is a phenomenal pilot. I’ve heard he might even be better than you, Colonel.”

You huffed out a laugh, “We’ll see about that, ma’am.”

She hummed and reached out to pat your arm. “I’m sure you will. He’s the son of Shara Bey.”

Dread settled in your stomach. “Shara Bey? Really.” Your voice cracked in the middle of her name, but Leia didn’t mention it.

“Oh, yes. I’m sure you know she led the defense on Naboo and helped my brother with a Jedi errand before she retired. I think she actually settled on your home planet.”

“Ah, yes ma’am. Yavin 4. I knew Mrs. Dameron before… you know. We were neighbors. She’s who taught me to fly.”

Leia’s eyes lit up. “Then you know Poe already. Sometimes the galaxy feels much smaller than it is, doesn’t it?”

“It certainly can.” 

“Well, enjoy this little reunion.” With a wave of her hand, she dismissed you to the flight deck.

Faced with seeing the man who once knew you best, your mind was in a panic. The memories of the night you left had been on a constant loop since Leia had said he was here.

He had come into your room gushing about one of the other runners- the leader’s daughter. 

“She’s incredible. She really is. I think I could probably love her.”

Any time Poe would speak to you about Zorii, your stomach tied up in knots, and this time was no exception. You had come to terms that he might mean more to you than friends, but in that moment, you actually felt your heart break.

You plastered on your best smile, even though you knew he’d be able to see right through it.

“Good for you, bud. Do you know how she feels?”

His eyes were narrowed and he gave you a skeptical look. “I know she likes me.”

Your breath caught in your throat but you powered through. You gave his arm a light punch. “How could she not? You’re Poe kriffing Dameron!”

“What’s wrong?”

With your best noncommittal shrug, you got up from your bed that the two of you were sitting on. “Why would something be wrong, Poe?”

“I don’t know, why would something be wrong?”

You scoffed, but refused to turn around and met his eyes. “I don’t know what you’re getting at, Poe.”

Poe was quiet for a moment longer. It made you startle when he put his hand on your shoulder because you hadn’t heard him get up. “You can talk to me about whatever’s going on, Bug. I can help you with whatever it is.”

A sad smile crossed your face, and Poe’s eyes became concerned. “Not with this, bud. You can’t help with this.”

“Bug, come on. You’re worrying me. You know I can fix anything.”

“Well, don’t worry.” You shrugged his hand off your shoulder and still hadn’t met his eyes. “What makes you so sure I even want you to help, Poe? There’s a reason I haven’t told you about it.”

“I- We tell each other everything, though. Are you- are you in some sort of trouble? Is it Zeva?”

“Maker, alive. No, Poe, I am not in any sort of trouble with Zeva or anyone else. I just don’t want to talk about it.”

He ducked his head enough that you were forced to make eye contact with him. “Bug, I’m worried because I care. Please, just talk to me.”

“You care,” you scoffed back at him.

“Of course I care!” Poe was pleading with you, now, his dark eyes vulnerable.  “You’ve been my best friend since we were kids.”

He put his hands on your shoulders and dragged you forward so that he could rest his forehead on yours. He stood there quiet for a moment with his eyes closed. “You mean everything to me.”

“You’ll look at me differently, Poe. I know you will. And I never want that to happen,” you whispered back.

A single tear fell down your cheek as he pulled his face away from yours. “Talk to me, sweetheart. Nothing could ever come between the two of us.” He swiped the tear away with his thumb and said your name, your real name, with such tenderness that your resolve broke.

“You aren’t mine… but sometimes I pretend you wish you were. I pretend that you secretly want me, too. I regularly forget that it’s something I’ve made up, that you don’t want me. That you aren’t mine.”

“I don’t-”

“I’m in love with you, Poe,” you said plainly. “I have been since we were kids.” More tears were falling, now, and you were helpless to stop them. “Maker, why do you think I followed you to Kajimi? Do you really think I want to be here? That I want to be a criminal?”

Poe dropped his hands and took a step back. “But I thought-”

“But it’s never me. You never see me.”

“Bug, that’s not- I can’t just- I have to- because Zorii-”

He looked panicked, and you turned so you wouldn’t have to face him anymore.

When Poe still didn’t say anything, your shoulders fell even more. “I think maybe you should leave, Poe,” you whispered.

You heard him take a step forward, and you knew that if you turned around, he’d have a hand out reaching for you. “Can I-”

“Please go.”

“Bug, please.”

Poe’s voice sounded as tortured as you felt, but you just wanted to cry in peace. Maybe his rejection would feel less painful, then. “Poe, please leave.”

You heard his hand drop and he sighed. “Okay.” Your door opened and it was quiet again. “Promise me something?”

And because it was Poe asking, you couldn’t help but oblige. You turned your head so he knew you were listening.

“Promise me the next time I see you, we’ll talk about this. There are… things to say. Things you need to know.”

“Sure, Poe.”

“I’m going to hold you to that. You mean everything to me. That will never change.”

“Okay, Poe.”

The room was quiet for a moment longer and you could feel his eyes on the back of your neck. Only when he closed the door behind him did you collapse in on yourself. You curled yourself into a ball and cried for what felt like a lifetime. When you couldn’t cry anymore, you straightened yourself out and got to work packing the small amount of personal belongings you had brought with you from home. If you were gone come morning, there wouldn’t be anything to talk about.

With another cursory glance around the quarters you tried to pretend were home, you headed into the frigid Kajimi weather to catch a transport shuttle to anywhere.

On the third (or maybe fourth- you don’t remember, now) transport you hopped on to disperse any trail you left behind, you met Snap. He was on his way to reunite with his mother after having been separated from her for a number of years. You didn’t want to speak to anyone, but Snap didn’t care; he did all the talking anyway. He told you about his battle droid, Mister Bones. He told you about how his parents were taken from him, and how he was going to join the rebels with her. Then his voice fell to a hush and he asked if you’d like to come with him

Just like that, you had a new home and a new best friend.

You kept your head down, for the most part, but then you did something equally brave and stupid. You got noticed. You’d noticed an anomaly in a report. And when you looked into it, you noticed it again and again, going back for several months. The closer you looked, the more malicious it seemed.

As quietly as possible, you had requested an audience with the General. Even if it ended up being nothing, you didn’t want to trust anyone else with it.

When the General promoted you all the way to major, she explained it away with a shrug of her shoulders and a “that’s what ousting a First Order spy will get you”. When she promoted you to commander and then to colonel, she only had proud tears shining in her eyes. Leia wasn’t without her moments of mischief, though, and you had a sinking feeling that she’d already known at least some of your history with Shara Bey’s son.

You were just going to have to hope he didn’t recognize you- or better yet, not even remember you.

The flight deck was a mess of bodies when you finally willed yourself down there. Snap had inserted himself somewhere in the chaos- you could hear him, but not see him. When the resistance pilots noticed your presence, it was with immediate attention. You had earned your place and their respect, and they knew it.

There were only a few voices still heard, one of which you knew to be the man you still pined after, all these years later. They caught on to the quiet relatively quickly, and when Snap saw you, he beamed.

It was like time slowed down. He was turning and any moment, your eyes would meet for the first time in years. The building smile froze on his face and his helmet clattered to the floor as soon as he saw who was standing in front of him. The two of you just looked at each other, and you could see the anger settling in his features. The rest of the people on the flight deck were watching the two of you, waiting to see what would happen. You would never put it past him to make a scene, so you opted to address the deck before he could.

You gave the new pilots your name. “I am your colonel. I have earned that rank here, so you will address me as such. The General and I may see fit to disband your current squadron and place you as individuals on other teams. Captains Pava and Wexley are your current commanding officers. We need good pilots, that is irrefutably true. We also need good people. I hope each and every one of you finds your place here,” your eyes roamed the faces in front of you, and you purposely skipped over Poe. “If you need anything, the captains or I can answer any questions you may have, as well as Vice Admiral Holdo.”

“The colonel’s really not as much of a hard-ass as she sounds,” Snap piped up from his spot near the back of the group.

Despite yourself, Snap’s joke had the beginnings of a grin starting on your face. “Thank you for that addition, Captain Wexley.” With a small shake of your head, you straightened yourself back to your rank. “Your training starts at 0500 tomorrow morning. In the meantime, the captains will show you to your new bunks,” you nodded in farewell. “Until tomorrow, everyone. May the Force be with you.”

Again, you refused to meet Poe’s eyes. You’d made it most of the way down the corridor while he called out both your name and his nickname for you, and when you still didn’t stop for him, he yelled out, “Colonel!” Your body stopped and your heart clenched. But you could do this. You were a colonel in the resistance, for maker’s sake. You could face the man you… 

You turned toward him jogging to reach you. “How can I help you?”

Poe’s eyes were dark with emotion. “Really? That’s all you have to say to me? You owe me a conversation and you know it.”

“I’m a busy woman, so by all means, say what you need to say.”

“You left. You promised me- but then you just left. I was going to- You deserved to know. But you left me. I didn’t even know you were alive.”

“You could have asked Kes. I’m sure he knew. Our fathers never could keep secrets from each other.”

There were tears gathering in Poe’s eyes, and you made yourself look anywhere but at him so you wouldn’t give away your own heart.

“Why did you leave me behind, Bug?” he whispered.

“I didn’t belong there. We both knew that.”

“If you weren’t happy, you should have told me!” his voice rose in volume until it echoed around the deck. You took a step toward him with your hand raised, trying to get him to keep his tone lowered.

“Oh, yes, and we would have gone home and you would have resented me for taking away your adventure!” you hissed.

Poe’s eyes were sad when you looked back up at him. “I never would have resented you. You meant everything to me,” he shifted on his feet and looked down. “You still do.”

“Maybe so, but I couldn’t stay. And I’m not really sure you wanted me there, either, seeing as you had your budding romance.”

He scoffed and looked away from you, his jaw shifting. “Zorii had nothing to do with anything. If you’d’ve stayed, you would have known that.” He sighed your name and reached for you, like no time had passed between you. You let him hold your hand, his fingers tracing the lines of your palm. His voice was quiet when he spoke again. “Did you ever- did you think of me?”

Your body shuttered out a sob, not able to hold it in anymore, and he continued. “I thought of you- every moment of every day. I prayed to every god I knew of that you were safe. That you were alive. Maker, I died that day, knowing you’d left me. And that I was the reason you’d gone.” His eyes were misty when he looked up from where his fingers still traced your hand. “I’ve missed you. I missed you like my soul was ripped from my body. Like I’ve lost you in every single lifetime. And knowing it was because you didn’t know, because I had never thought to hope. It was torture, Bug.”

When he reached up to brush a tear from your face, another sob tore from you.

“Please,” you whispered. “Please just let me be. I wouldn’t survive a second time.”

Poe’s hand was still holding yours and his eyes were pleading with you to listen and understand him. “There is no pretending. I love you. I loved you then and I love you now. I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I will love you then, too.”

Your breath was coming out in short gasps, unable to find purchase in your lungs. Everything you’d ever desperately dreamed of hearing from him, all the hope you’d ever poured into the unrequited love for your best friend. But you couldn’t do this again. You had snuffed out the hope in yourself, and you wouldn’t let yourself be dragged back in.

So when he asked, with all the love you’d ever hoped to be returned to you shining in his eyes, “do you think you could ever love me again?”, you would never forget the pain, the heartbreak clear as day on his face as you responded. “Of course I could, and I hate myself for it."

#poe dameron x female reader #poe dameron x fem!reader #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron fanfiction #my writing

[starstruckunknown-princess]

Cornflower - Poe Dameron x Reader

Cornflower (Centaurea cyanus) - Meaning: Hope in love

Summary: Your feelings for Poe come to a head after a night of drinking.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 856

Warnings: Angst/Fluff, Alcohol use/slight drunkenness, reader has feminine qualities (wears makeup and a dress) but is otherwise not physically described, use of nicknames (sweetheart, sweetness, starshine), confession of feelings, kissing

Day 18 is for Fluffy endings! Slight angst but ends with fluff.

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“Maker above, Dameron, what will it take for you to ask me out already?” 

The cantina was mostly empty by now, and your body was buzzing with the alcohol you’d consumed. You’d gotten all dressed up, styled your hair — kriff, you’d even worn makeup in the hopes that after months and months of flirting Poe Dameron would finally ask you out. Dropping hint after hint that night had frayed your nerves and now that it was just the two of you left in the booth, you had snapped. 

Poe’s face looked like you had slapped him, perfect lips parted before setting into a firm line. He scooted back a bit, putting distance between you for the first time all night. 

He sighed, long and hard and your stomach clenched. 

“Look, sweetheart—” he started. 

“Oh, no,” you interrupted, gut falling into your shoes. “Did I misread this? All the flirting, the touches, the lingering glances — it’s all been in my head, right?” 

“No!” Poe said as your panic spiked and you looked around you, ready to bolt. “No, sweetness, it’s not all in your head.”

He put his big hands on your shoulders to keep you from running away. The haze of booze made his grip feel heavier than it actually was, the warmth radiating from his hands was insanely comforting. 

“But I…I can’t right now,” he said, tone laced with regret. 

You tilted your head at him in confusion. “Can’t what, Poe?” 

His dark eyes met yours, brow furrowing to convey the seriousness of his position, “Look, my job right now is to hop in an X-wing and blow things up and in case you hadn’t noticed, it’s not the safest of occupations.” 

You nodded gravely, knowing how many good pilots hadn’t come back. 

“So I can’t get into a relationship right now,” he said, trailing his hand down your arm and taking your hand in his. “Because I can’t be the reason someone like you falls apart in case I don’t make it back.” 

Your heart broke for him then. Suddenly, the string of one-night stands and broken hearts left in his wake made sense. All you wanted to do was wrap him in your arms and assure him that you could handle it, you wouldn’t fall apart if he didn’t come back from a mission. 

But that would be a lie. Even with him as a friend, you knew you wouldn’t recover if Poe died in the line of duty. Of course, you knew it was a risk every time he got in his X-wing but that was just a fact of life in the Resistance. You had something bigger you were fighting for. Everyone on base was prepared to die for it. 

What would it take for Poe to live for it? 

With his hand over yours on the table, his thumb absently tracing your knuckles and slowly driving you insane, you couldn’t take it anymore. 

You ripped your hand from under his and slid out of the booth, making a mad dash for the door. You didn’t slow down until you were back in your room, and that’s when you let the tears fall. The alcohol in your system wouldn’t allow for you to put this into any kind of perspective tonight, you knew that, so you resolved to just let yourself cry it out and go to bed. 

Stripping off your dress and getting into your pajamas was a herculean task, but you managed it. Just as you crawled into bed, you heard a knock at your door. 

“Sweetheart?” Poe’s muffled voice came from the other side. “Please let me in.” 

You sighed and shuffled over, punching in the door code to see Poe on the other side, looking like he’d aged ten years in the last fifteen minutes. He came in when you stepped aside. 

“I’m stupid, okay?” he declared, whipping around to face you when you closed the door and leaned against it. “What I said back there, it…I’m just…”

“Scared?” you supplied. He nodded, adam’s apple bobbing when he swallowed. You giggled at his response. “Poe Dameron, hero of the Resistance, ace pilot and bane of the First Order is afraid of little old me?” 

Maybe you were still a little drunk. 

But Poe’s incredulous laugh was worth it. You smiled at each other, moving toward each other like there was some gravitational pull between you. 

“Yeah, starshine,” he said lowly, “I’m terrified of you.”

His hands landed on your waist and yours sought out the warmth of his broad chest, neither of you looking away from the other. You didn’t stop, leaning up on your toes as he leaned down. Your lips met in the middle, and fireworks exploded behind your eyes. Heat flooded you when he deepened the kiss, his strong hand resting on the side of your neck and his thumb tracing along your jaw. 

When the two of you came up for air, he rested his forehead against yours. Breaths mingling, he asked. 

“Will you have dinner with me tomorrow night?” he breathed out and you couldn’t resist teasing him. 

“I’ll think about it.”

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[spaceagerabbit]

listen, the pedro characters and the oscar isaac characters would find you so pretty even when you’re just doing mundane things

like you’ll be laying in bed in a big t-shirt and pajama pants eating a bedtime snack (like a leftover cupcake or something), and he’ll just look at you with stars in his eyes and a small, soft smile.

you’ll look up from your snack and into his eyes, asking him why he was looking at you like that.

“you look so hot baby”, he would say, letting out a big loving sigh as he places his cheek to his palm.

your face is full of surprise for a brief moment before a soft smile is brought to your face as well, and you move your face down to the snack in your hand. you continue smiling as you eat and he lets out another dreamy sigh.

at one point he turns your head towards him, gently brushing a few crumbs off of your lips and then licking those crumbs off his fingers cheekily.

you can decide where this goes ;)

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[eyelessfaces]

I'm already back 🧍‍♀️

Anywaysssss

I was thinking of another Poe dameron fic (he lives rent free in my head)

You're poe's fem!solider best friend and one day you get badly injured after a mission and poe's literally with you for your entire recover. You're cold? He has a blanket. You're hungry? Had a plate of food from the cantina. You're sad? Is in your bed cuddling you. He's helping you with your physical therapy, bringing you everywhere. He literally asked Leia to give him a month's break from his favorite thing ever (besides you) flying just to help recover.

I'm so sorry I'm being a nuisances. 😭

heal

poe dameron x reader

hiii sorry it took so long but here it is I hope you'll enjoy it!!

summary: poe was ready to confess his love for you, but things got in the way. now the best way for him to show you his love is to be by your side while you recover.

warnings: mentions of injuries ofc, angst

tags: f!reader, best friends to lovers <33, love confession, fluff, very self indulgent tbh

word count: 3.4k (phew)

reblogs and feedback are appreciated!!

Poe stepped out of his X-wing, proudly taking off his helmet before glancing at a reflection, making sure his dark brown curls still looked good. He wanted to be sure he looked alright. A shot of confidence had shot through his veins as he came back from a hectic mission, and he wanted to do what he had waited to do for months, what he was eager to tell you for so long. He wanted to confess his love to you now, to let you know how much he cared about you, how much he wanted you to be his and how that ring attached to his chain was meant to belong to you. He was excited, and he wasn't even remotely anxious about it. He knew what he was doing and deep inside of him, he knew you felt the same way, and he couldn't wait to start the rest of his life with you.

He walked through the hangar, helmet under his arm as he looked around. He knew your mission was supposed to end not long before his did, and he was so thrilled to see you again, he didn't even bother to take off his flight suit.

He glanced around and saw two people he knew were in your team. One girl Poe knew was your friend was standing against a wall of the hangar, a hand on her hip and the other on her forehead. She looked troubled. The guy with her looked like he was trying to reassure her, putting a friendly hand to her shoulder. Poe walked to them, feeling sorry he had to interrupt their conversation but in desperate need to know where you were.

"'Scuse me, do you have any idea where Y/N is?" he asked as the two faces turned to him.

The girl sighed slightly, and didn't dare making eye contact with the pilot.

The man stepped in front of Poe and bit his lip in apprehension.

"Uh man..." he sighed scratching his cheek anxiously. "The mission went wrong. They had to bring her back because she got shot." he said pinching his lips, watching the pilot's face slowly decompose.

"What?" Poe asked not quite catching what the other man had just told him. "No no you gotta be kidding me." he huffed turning around, pinching the bridge of his nose in disbelief.

"I'm not man. They admitted her in medbay like twenty minutes ago. She was passed out."

"Shit. Shit shit shit. I need to see her" he panicked, running to the medbay hurriedly.

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Poe arrived in front of the medbay section, panting. He brought his hands to his knees to catch his breath a little and got ready to enter the room before droids stood in his way.

"Sorry, you can't go in." the droid on the right said.

"What?! No. I need to see her!" he exclaimed showing the reinforced door.

"Her state is too unstable for her to receive visitors." the droid on the left said.

He threw a dry chuckle, not believing the situation. "No no you can't deny me the entry" he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. "You don't get it I really need to see her!" he said shouting at the droids, ready to fight them if he really had to.

"Sorry, you can't go in." the other droid repeated.

"Let him in." a wise voice said from behind Poe, making him turn around.

Leia. She quickly sent him a weak smile, and he didn't even take time to smile back as the droids finally stepped aside to let him in. He knew he would thank her endlessly once he could come back to his senses.

Poe ran into the room, slowing down when he saw your unanimated figure in the bed.

A lump started forming in his throat at the sight. He dragged a chair next to your bed, and sat on it, taking your hand in his, gently stroking the back of it as his decomposed face stared at your closed eyes.

"She needs to rest" Leia's voice resonated in the small room.

Poe turned around hurriedly, as if he was forbidden being here, even though she had allowed it.

"What happened?" he asked softly, scared to wake you up.

"She was being reckless, just like you. She jumped on the enemies but got shot." she said with a nod. "In the stomach." Poe opened his mouth to talk again but she anticipated it. "They took the bullet out and stitched her up. She got knocked out, she has a concussion. Her left leg is broken and her right arm is fractured. It will take some time to heal."

"Is she gonna be okay?" the pilot asked, turning back to you. He noticed the bruise on your forehead and the multiple cuts on your face.

"She will be fine but she really needs to rest. We don't know when she will wake up." Poe nodded slowly, swallowing loudly. He brushed the hair away from your face, gently tugging the strands behind your ear. His touch was shallow, as if he was afraid to break you. "Poe... You don't need to wait here. I know how much she matters to you but it might take a while. You'll be the first one informed when she wakes up." she said with a stern look, practically begging him not to worry too much.

Poe shook his head frantically, still looking at you, chasing away the lump in his throat.

"I'm not leaving her side. I'm staying here" he looked back at the princess. "If you like it or not, General."

Leia pinched her lips before throwing a single nod.

"Fine, Commander. But don't forget to take care of yourself too."

The pilot didn't reply, and the princess left the room, taking one last glance at your unconscious figure.

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You opened your eyes with difficulty. You thought it felt like you had been hit on the head before remembering you had actually been hit on the head. Poe was here, next to you, holding your hand. He noticed you were awake and put his hand away. You tried to sit up, wanting to move a little considering that your whole body felt sore.

"Hey hey hey, easy. Slow down." he whispered gently. "How do you feel?" he asked softly, putting a hand to your shoulder to push you down.

"Like I've been shot" you joked with a dry chuckle that made you cough.

Poe panicked at the sight of you coughing, not knowing what to do and where to put his hands.

"Are you thirsty? Do you want water? I'm gonna get you water." he said hurriedly getting up to get you water. He quickly came back, putting the glass in your trembling valid hand. He helped you drink, and you quietly thanked him with a raspy voice. He took your empty glass to put it on the table next to your bed before putting his hand over yours again.

You weakly smiled at him, fiddling with his fingers before intertwining them with yours.

"Poe I... I thought I was gonna die and you weren't even here." you said quietly as a tear rolled down your cheek.

Poe weakly smiled back at you and wiped the tear away from your cheek, making sure to avoid the cuts on your face.

"I know... I know. I was so scared for you." he sighed. "Never do that to me again"

"I'm sorry Poe" you said as you gently moved your fingers with his.

"It's not your fault you got shot" he said weakly smiling at you.

You pinched your lips. "Kinda. I was being reckless"

"Yeah Leia told me you were being just like me." he said smiling widely.

You smiled back at him before looking at him closely and frowning. "How long have you been waiting here? Why are you still in your flight suit?" you questionned him, concerned. You didn't have any idea of what time it was but you were dozy enough to know some time had passed.

"Uh... It's been two hours I think." he said looking around him, looking for any indications of what time it was. "And I had just arrived when I learned you were... Uh- half dead." he said chuckling, tilting his head to the side when he realized that wasn't particularly funny. In reality, it really didn't make him laugh.

"You didn't need to stay for so long" you whispered, losing your voice a little.

"I didn't need to but I wanted to." he said while caressing the back of your hand.

"And what have you been doing for two hours?" you asked, looking around to see if there was any object of distraction. "You just sat there and watched me?"

"Well... Yes. Creepy, isn't it?" he joked, squinting his nose.

"If it's you I don't mind." you said under your breath, looking at him with admiration. You were very touched at the fact that he stayed here for so long just for you. "Poe I-"

You were interrupted by droids coming into the room, now that you were awake and they could finally check on you.

Poe turned to them, knowing he had to leave.

"We will need you to leave, sir."

Poe nodded, standing up from his chair. He bent over you and ran a hand through your hair.

"I'll come back as soon as I can honey" he whispered before gently pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You watched him leave the room, a weird feeling filling your stomach.

Poe sighed as the medbay's door shut behind him, left the area and determinedly walked to Leia's office.

He stormed into the room, not bothered to even wonder if Leia was already busy.

"Can we talk?" he asked sternly, standing in front of the woman's desk.

"Sure. What is it about?" she asked sitting up from her chair, walking in front of her desk to stand against it, arms crossed.

"I will need a break from flying" Poe announced with a single nod. It wasn't a question, it wasn't a request, it was an affirmation.

She slightly opened her mouth in confusion.

"You, Poe Dameron, want to take a break from flying." she said frowning, knowing that flying was his whole life, his reason to live.

"You heard me." the man said with a single nod again.

"Is this about Y/N?" Leia asked raising her eyebrows, most definitely already knowing the answer.

"More or less" Poe said pinching his lips. He blinked once, accepting the truth. "It is entirely about Y/N." Leia nodded slowly, smiling slightly. "I am in love with her"

"I know" the princess cut him off.

"How do you know" the man asked immediately, frowning, almost offended.

Leia threw a chuckle, shaking her head while laughing silently.

"I have never seen something so obvious, so big, and so transparent, Poe." she said smiling at him, patting his shoulder. "Tell her."

"Yeah, well, I was planning on it until I learned the news." the man said crossing his arms, his flight suit still on. "I figured it wasn't the right moment anymore"

The princess nodded, obviously agreeing.

"This will be all about taking time from now on." she said sighing. The pilot nodded, looking at his feet.

"I want to be there for her as much as possible. To help her for her recovery. I need to stay by her side." he declared looking back at the woman.

She nodded once again. "Of course. But we can't lack you forever Poe. We will need you back at some point."

The man nodded back at her, thanked her for everything and ran back to medbay, waiting for the droids to leave, to see you again.

---

Every day of every week, Poe was at your bedside.

He still helped the Resistance, without flying as requested, but most of the time, he was with you. When he couldn't see you all day he went before bedtime, telling you about his day and staying there until you fell asleep. He did anything you asked and more. He constantly checked on you, asking you if you needed anything. The man would give you his organs if he could. He read to you as you weren't able to hold a book the first weeks. His voice was so soothing and relaxing, you swore it was one of the best things you had ever experienced. He sometimes talked in funny voices for the different characters just to make you laugh. You hated that your arm had healed so fast, but if you asked him to read to you again, he would do it in a heartbeat.

He took care of changing your bandages on the stomach. You had insisted on it and almost fought with the droids. You didn't know if it was because you trusted him, if it was because he was gentle or because you craved that bit of intimacy. Deep down, you knew which one it was.

You had grown tired of the medbay room. You deeply wished you could see something else than the small room walls but you still couldn't walk properly, and everybody told you you needed to stay in bed to recover faster. But that fantasy had been stuck in your head for a while now.

You had asked Poe to read you a book, but you weren't focused as the idea was growing more and more each second.

"Poe" you said interrupting his voice, making him look up from the book.

"What?" he asked. "Is there anything wrong?" You didn't reply and took the book from his hands, closing it before putting it on the table next to you. "Do you-"

"Get me out of here" you said cutting him off.

He frowned, confused. "What?" he chuckled.

"Can you get me out of here? Help me sneak out a bit. I can't stand this room anymore." you said almost pleading him.

"But it's almost bedtime sweetheart" Poe replied, his face dropping.

"Poe my leg is broken I'm not five." you said rolling your eyes. "Come on I haven't seen a briefing room in sooo long" you whined, tilting your head to the side to try to convince him.

"So the first thing you want to see if I help you get out of here is a briefing room?" he let out a stupid chuckle, amused at the idea that seemed pretty unadventurous to him as he saw the rooms every day.

Not allowing you to respond, he sighed and stood up from the chair besides your bed.

You sat up from the bed and gasped when you felt his left arm tugging behind your knees and his right arm supporting your back, carrying you bridal style. You smiled at the proximity and laced your arms around his neck, and Poe couldn't help but smile slightly at the intimate gesture. You nuzzled his chest, smelling his sweet and soothing scent while he carried you through the corridors. He entered the closest briefing room and made you sit on a desk.

"Thank you" you quietly said clearing your throat when his hands was on your either sides of your arms, making you shiver. He pulled away, nodded and pinched his lips in a smile before looking away awkwardly.

He looked around the room and you stared at him closely, your heart pounding in your chest. You swore it was beating so fast you could almost hear it.

He turned back to you and pointed behind him. "So that's what has been making you dream?"

"Poe come here" you whispered cutting him off, gesturing for him to come closer.

He frowned, confused, and walked to you.

He stood between your legs and you looked up at his face, smiling in adoration. You stared at his deep brown desperate eyes and finally made your mind. He needed to know.

You crossed your valid leg behind his legs and grabbed his hands.

"Poe look I-"

He sighed. "No. No no no you're not doing this" he said cutting you off, hurriedly shaking his head.

You frowned and your smile dropped.

He chuckled lightly and licked his lips in reflexion before looking away again.

"This is not how it was supposed to go" he muttered under his breath while you slowly let go of his hands, not so sure about what you were supposed to do anymore.

"Poe what do you mean?" you asked confused, feeling a lump forming in your throat. You didn't know if you could handle rejection from Poe.

The confusing expression on his face made you fully let go of his hands.

He shook his head once more and winced. The movement had made a few curls fall back onto his forehead, and if the situation hadn't been to tense you knew you would have brushed them away from his face.

"It wasn't supposed to go like this. I know what you're about to do and it wasn't supposed to go that way" he said finally looking back at you, his deep brown eyes piercing right through you.

"Well I'm sorry" you said sighing, your voice trembling when it was your turn to look away from him. You were on the verge of tears, realizing how wrong you were when you thought he could feel the same way.

Your head started spinning and you did your best to repress the tears threatening to come out of your eyes.

"I'm sorry Poe" you said jumping from the desk, standing on your valid leg. "I need to get out of here" you muttered under your breath, shaking your head, determined to go away without his help. Why would he want to help you anyway?

"What?" he panicked, stopping you by putting his hands over your shoulders. "No no no this is not what I meant!" he whisper shouted shaking his head. "Oh Maker I fucked up didn't I" he sighed, putting a hand to his forehead. You frowned, confused, and the lump in your throat changed into something different. "I've been meaning to tell you for so long. This is what I meant when I said it wasn't supposed to go that way" he said nodding.

The expression on your face softened, and you sat back on the desk.

"I wanted to tell you when I came back from my last flying mission. You know... When it all happened. Then it wasn't the right time anymore. But I've been aching to tell you since then and..." he grabbed your hands and fiddled with them nervously. "I'm the one who has to say it. I almost lost you and I was so scared and I can't stand the thought of us being apart. I want to stay by your side and take care of you forever. I just... I want to wake up next to you knowing that I'm the luckiest man in this galaxy." he said sighing, a beaten expression on his face. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but I promise I meant to." he said looking at your hands, his thumbs caressing the back of them.

"Poe sweetheart..." you whispered letting one of your hands go to cup his cheek. "You scared me" you said laughing. "Never do that to me again." you said with a stern look, slightly smirking at him.

He nodded and gave you a weak smile. "I'm sorry" he said closing his eyes.

You framed his face with both of your hands, and his eyes fluttered back open. You pulled his face to yours so your lips could meet, and when it finally did, all the tension that had built earlier was now into this kiss. You were both so hungry for it but it was so sweet at the same time. You couldn't help but bring him closer between your thighs, craving his proximity as you had waited for this moment to happen for so long. Poe bit your bottom lip gently, and you quickly opened your mouth to allow him in. Your right hand shifted from his cheek to his hair, gently tugging on the dark curls, and you moaned in his mouth when his hands trailed up and down your waist, what pulled a slight smirk from his lips against yours.

You both pulled away for air, and he smiled the biggest smile you had ever seen from him.

"We should do that more often" he said smirking down at you, stroking your cheek.

"Way more often" you said smiling back at him, leaning into his touch.

He looked around the room then turned back to you. "I should bring you back to your room before anyone sees us here. Especially Leia" he said smiling lightly, placing his hand on your back. He wouldn't mind Leia coming in, he knew she would be happy to see you together, even if it involved you out of medbay.

Poe was all about taking risks, and he knew that one was the best risk he had ever taken.

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Edgar Allen Poe x Reader

You couldn’t believe it here you were sitting all alone because your loser boyfriend Dazai ditched you for Chuuya AGAIN! At this point you weren’t hurt over it anymore just annoyed by it. Why were you even with him anyways? Like yeah the dick is good but everything else is fucking trash. You used to be embarrassed sitting in this cafe alone, tears running down your face when he would come up with excuses as to why he’s hours late or why he couldn’t come. But now this was so normal that you know all the workers by name cause of how often they comforted you.

You didn’t expect anyone so you were shocked when you heard a plop on seat in front of you. But looking up and seeing Poe you couldn’t help but smile at him. He was one of the first people you actually met when you moved over here. He was so kind and you found Karl adorable so you had to talk to him. He grabbed you hand rubbing his thumb over your knuckle like he always did when he greeted you. But unfortunately you could tell something was worrying him.

“Poe what’s wrong you look…troubled?” He was glad his hair covered his eyes cause his eyes was glossy “Well I was walking with Ranpo and well.” He pulled his phone out showing you multiple picture of Dazai with some girl being lovey dovey. You grabbed his phone closely inspecting the picture. All you could do was shrug you shoulders and click your tongue. You know you should be more upset by it but this just gave you the push you needed to lose all feelings for this stupid man. "Well can't say I'm shocked but I'm more disgusted than anything." Poe was extremely shocked by your reaction anyone else would have busted out into tears. But you didn't give damn, you were truly someone Poe couldn't understand.

He thinks about how hurt he would have been and decided even if you didn't want to show it you were still a bit hurt and he wanted to be the one to comfort you. He got up and sat next to you in the booth, wrapping his arm around you pulling you into his chest. This had shocked you a bit seeing as he had always been kind of shy around you. But you had known each other for years now and he did only want the best for you. With this it made you come to a realization it had been him, it was always him that you wanted. You were too scared to admit to him that you had feelings for him so you went to whoever could fill the hole temporarily that was in your heart.

And now with you like this you were determined to be true to him and tell him how you felt. You sat up and rested your hand on his chest. He looked at you in confusion but when his eyes met your own his heart skipped a beat. You told him about how you truly felt and the regret you feel for it not being him you were actually with. Once you finished his face was completely red and he was a stuttering mess. He didn't know what to say so instead he grabbed your face pulling you into a passionate kiss. You didn't know how long it went for but once you pulled back you both had smiles on your faces. And just like he did when he came in, he rubbed you knuckles with his thumb "Be mine?"

I’m sorry to tell you but I’m not a Dazai fan he just doesn’t peak my interest😔

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