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lust - poe dameron

Lust - excessive desire for sexual pleasure

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cw: it's a sex pollen fic so dubcon, but there is an established relationship between poe and reader. overstim (m), lots of Bodily Fluid, masturbation, uhhh it's smut. a lot. (m) fingering, briefly at the end. subdrop? idk Poe gets really upset after. aftercare! yay

You'd begged him to go to the med bay. He'd come home exhausted, but the moment he wrapped you in a hug you knew something was up. His skin was flaming, sweat dripping even in the cold shower. Poe's bright eyes were dull and glassy.

you're sick, you pleaded, trying to push him out the door. But his hands were grabbing at you, mouth mumbling some excuse.

Kissing him, you promised to get some medicine and that you'd be back in a few.

You'd come back to this.

The door was struggling to open. You frowned, slamming your shoulder until the metal durasteel finally relented.

Shouting in surprise, you dropped the bag of supplies.

The bed had been torn to shreds, sheets bunched against the door and pillows strewn everywhere. Your closet had been ransacked, uniform and spare street clothes littering the floor. The shelves were in various stages of destroyed against the wall.

"Poe?" you breathed, stepping inside and letting the door thunk closed behind you. "Baby, wh-"

He was definitely...struggling. On the now bare mattress, he was furiously fisting himself, head crammed so far into a mass of pillows that you feared for his breathing. Muted moans and shouts were forced from his throat. Slick coated his hand and thighs - he'd already finished. Several times, you thought in awe at the amount of release smeared over the bed.

At your voice he writhed, hands leaving his red, aching length to tear at his hair.

"Help," he croaked, eyes shining with tears, "oh, Maker, help me it hurts-" another garbled moan rocked out of him, his hips bucking into the air. You shucked your jacket, worry creasing your brow.

He looked ill. His skin was flushed and clammy, lips cracked and dry. Fever burned along his flesh; you could feel the heat from here.

"Sweetheart, what happened?" You asked, trying to get him to stop moving to feel his forehead. He shook his head rapidly, clawing at your leg.

"need," he whispered hoarsely, rutting against the bed, curls plastered to his face with sweat. "Need it so bad, please." His voice was rough from screaming. You wanted to so badly, could feel your core heating up at the prospect.

But...

"Poe," you whispered gently, stroking his head. He looked at you with desperation, biting back a moan as another gush of cum leaked out of him. He was going to hurt himself.

"I need you to stand up and go take a shower," you said, keeping your voice soft, petting his cheek. "It'll help you feel better."

He cried out and moaned frustratedly, angry that you hadn't bowed to his request. His hand was back on his cock, tugging and squeezing over the ruddy tip. Frustration intensified the lust burning in his head, the sole objective to cum and never stop.

Stripping off your shirt, you slung your arms under his and pulled him off the bed. The previous time he'd spent enthralled in pleasure had weakened his legs considerably. Poe crumpled like a baby deer, groaning as he rubbed against your thigh. Swearing, you made sure he didn't hit his head, bringing his sweaty face to your shoulder.

He moaned with relief, the spiking pleasure singing as your soft skin contacted his hardness. Poe suckled at your neck, bruising and biting with his enthusiasm. He was so hot and everything was on fire with how much he needed you. Nothing but a need for pleasure consumed him, brain running on autopilot.

More more please his rabid mind demanded, scrabbling for purchase on the wall of pleasure in front of him. He thrusted harder against your leg, furiously climbing. close close he was really really almost almost oh-

You pulled away, hushing his angry cry as his climax drifted away. Angry pain rocketed through his spine, making him writhe onto the floor again. Somewhere, dimly, Poe felt the need to hide away, knowing this was wrong. But you were right there and he knew you wanted him, he could smell it but you weren't playing nice-

A cool sensation sent shivers across his sensitive skin. You'd come back with a wet rag, stroking over his face and shoulders. Poe swallowed thickly and reached for you, greedily grabbing at your soft tits. As you tried your best to clean up his mess, he fondled and sucked, eyes awash with lust.

You had to focus. Clean him up, at least, just get him cooler. His skin was so hot it felt like magma. As he moaned against your chest and rabidly humped against the floor, begging for any stimulation, you finally dropped the rag and pulled him against you.

"Careful, careful careful, Poe!" You hissed as he bit hard, thrusting up into you with one fell swoop. Your cunt greedily sucked him in, warm and soft and oh there we go there it is...his lust-drunk mind cooed in relief, slowing his pace for a moment to revel in the delicious fluttering of your walls.

You noticed the shift. His hips were steadier, rolling deep and measured rather than shallow and sloppy. Trying to maintain a semblance of control against the heady feeling of his cock dragging against your pussy, you struggled on top of him.

Poe moaned at the added weight, eyelashes fluttering. Tears were still bubbling in his eyes. His pupils were dark and all-consuming as he watched you bounce on his girth, small grunts of pleasure at every punch into your core. It had been agonizing to use his fist. His wrists were sore and aching, abdomen cramping from how hard he'd curled on himself, desperate to feel relief.

"Easy," you breathed, "easy, don't hurt yourself." He sniffled and hiccupped as your gummy folds squeezed around him, triggering another painfully fast orgasm from his wrecked body. Warmth flooded your cunt and dripped onto the floor, mixing with your own climax.

Poe caught you against his chest, still rocking into your warm center. His breaths were labored, struggling against the mounting need. He couldn't breathe. Need was all that his heart ached for, needing more of you, more more

"More," he mewled, devouring your tongue in a searing kiss, "more please."

You couldn't find it in you to sit up again, so you rocked and rolled against each other, laying on the blissfully cool floor. The punching thrusts of his hips were too much for your already sore clit. You pushed away from him, desperate for a breath of fresh air and a break from his hot skin.

"Hang on, hang on no," he growled, grabbing you close and thrusting upwards. "Just-just wait a sec hnggh..." He came again, scrabbling at the floor to keep from flinging you into the wall. A loud whine tore from his throat, sobbing around the earth-shattering climax. Your sloppiness had leaked everywhere, the rich musk driving him crazy.

He needed it so badly, but any more attention to his overstimulated cock would drive him to insanity. You hushed and soothed, rubbing his back and kissing his blubbering face. Poe cried into your shoulder, unable to stop rucking against the floor. You slid off him, still murmuring comfort into his ear.

It had been hours. You didn't know what to do. It seemed like he was slowing down at least. His balls had been milked dry, nothing but moans spilling as he came. The room was humid and musky, everything thoroughly soiled.

You'd put him in the shower, turning on the cold water in hopes of clearing his mind. It had helped a bit, but he was still pressed against the cold tile, stiff cock throbbing from neglect.

"Help," he hiccupped, brown eyes weeping, "B-baby I don't know what to do ah!" A groove caught on his length and triggered another spasm. You bit your lip, running a hand through his damp hair. He squeezed your soft thighs, muffling his moans against your tummy.

"It'll be gone soon," you whispered, hoping it was true. You couldn't bear to watch this. Poe looked at you wetly, pouting in desperation.

"One more," he pleaded quietly, legs trembling. "Just- ah just a little bit m-more-"

You relented, gently stroking his balls and kissing his forehead. He heaved a sigh of relief, wrapping his legs around your torso. You struggled to stay upright, concentrating on squeezing his last climax out of him.

Accidentally, your forefinger brushed too far underneath. Poe jolted, whimpering into your chest. Curiously, you did it again. He stopped thrusting, muscles locked in anticipation.

"Hhhng," he groaned as you carefully slipped a finger in. Huffing hard, his wild, crazed eyes begged at you to finish. please please please please he screamed mentally, begging your finger to stroke a little to the side please god

The loudest whine you'd ever heard tore out of his mouth as you rubbed along that little button inside, splintering pleasure along his bones until he couldn't see. Colors and sounds and everything blurred into a slurring mess as he writhed in your hold. He gasped for air, teeth shredding against your collarbone.

Hissing, you pried his jaw off of you, slipping a thumb in his mouth instead. Poe accepted it greedily, sucking and moaning as he slowly succumbed to your touch. He thrashed weakly, rocking himself on your heavenly fingers.

You rubbed harder, pressing firmly onto his prostate. With a last cry, Poe thrusted into the wet tiles and came hard. The mess shot onto the ground, trickling white and thick down the fresher drain. Immediately you saw the switch, his eyes clearing and lips going slack.

"Shit," you swore, slipping your fingers from his holes and gathering him against your chest. The hours of overstimulation had finally caught up to him. He writhed away from you, needing reprieve from touch. Everything throbbed with unsurmountable pain, contorting his face in a pitiful mix of pain and desperation.

Stumbling to your feet, you rifled through the remains of the closet until a clean, soft towel appeared. You returned and wrapped it around his shoulders, rubbing the terrycloth over his shaking frame to ground him.

"it's over," you assured him, "all done, no more, you made it. oh, honey," your voice broke as he shuddered away, eyes wild and detached. Incoherent babbling dripped from his slack lips as he fought for clarity against the wall of anxiety now staunch in his head.

You retrieved a glass of water, urging him to sip. He did so slowly, pausing to hiccup and whimper.

"Do you need some space?" You asked quietly, petting his hair away from his eyes. Poe nodded mutely, shaking hands pulling the towel tighter. You nodded, kissing him on the forehead.

While he tried to come back to himself, you began to clean the main room. His bunk was ruined; the sheets were better off in the garbage. Quickly as you could, you stripped them off and disposed of them, as well as any of the pillows and his strewn clothes.

You flipped the mattress to the not-soiled side. Using the linens from your bunk, you redressed his bed and made sure it was comfortable.

Poe was shivering from the cold shower floor. His legs were splayed apart, trying to remove as much stimulation as possible. He reached for you when you returned, boxers and his sleep shorts in hand.

"You need to clean up," you said, coaxing him to stand. He leaned heavily against the wall. Aftershocks tore through his legs. You propped him up against the door, quickly drying any water and cum from his skin. He winced when you reached his cock and you murmured an apology.

The boxers proved to be too tight so he settled for the soft shorts, still moaning into your shoulder while you helped him dress.

"All better now," you said kindly, rubbing his back in circles. Poe stumbled to the bed, mumbling quietly.

He shuddered relief as he lay on the soft blankets; clean, cool sheets like heaven against his skin. You put distance between you with a few pillows, reaching out to play fondly with his hair.

"It's okay," you said, noticing his stricken expression as he took in the bruises and bites littering your skin. "It's okay. Trust me, it's not a big deal. They'll heal."

Tears welled in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he croaked, and you reached over to hug him.

"No, baby, don't cry..."

He sniffled, wiping his cheeks. The dissonance between his aching body and ruined mind was closing with each soothing remark.

"Pollen...or something, I dunno," he explained weakly. You nodded in understanding, still wiping his tears.

"We'll chat tomorrow. Sleep, love."

Poe mumbled weakly and snuggled closer, curls rubbing softly into your hand.

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Poe Dameron- Birthday Party

Part of a loose collection of stories, brief scenes of dating Poe Dameron (~900)

Contents: language, flirting, kissing, fluff

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Another day in the resistance

Your birthday. Which Poe is so excited by.

He's like a hound who can't contain himself and his little tail wiggles his huge butt and he causes absolute chaos with his enthusiasm.

You wish you could focus on that enthusiasm. Unfortunately, it is the chaos that has to be dealt with. He has laid absolute waste to the planning and maintenance schedule in favor of throwing you a birthday party.

Of course you've had a party before. A few. Before you were old enough to remember them. But none here in the Resistance. You'd kept things pretty professional until Poe had redefined the words 'personal boundary.'

And Poe is a man who loves an excuse to celebrate.

You don't have the heart to tell him that you don’t see the big deal. It’s just another day to you. Instead, you try to think of it as an opportunity to make Poe happy, and people could use the morale boost.

You carefully rework the maintenance schedule with your second in command, giving everyone at least an hour or two free. Poe takes the entire day off, which you've never seen him do before.

He will not let you help in any way and staying at work helps tamp down your nerves. All those people. All those hours of smiling, even among friends, takes a certain amount of bravery. You're not used to the spotlight like Poe is.

You finish logging a new shipment of parts at the very last second of your scheduled workday. You shut off your computer and wind your way back to the quarters you’ve shared with Poe for a handful of weeks now.

People smile at you in the hall and say happy birthday. That part is nice, relaxing almost, that even with all of the chaos that war brings, the Resistance is still about people. 

Then it occurs to you, will you have to make a speech? Oh fuck. Well, If Poe makes one, you're definitely not saying anything. The man's a born motivator and could charm the helmet off a Mandalorian.

Brain scrambling, you enter your quarters. It smells different, like this baked fruity cakey thing your mom used to make for your birthday. You recognize it anywhere, and it's there on the table where Poe's sitting. It instantly makes your mouth water and your heart ache.

Poe taps one boot impatiently, a huge grin on his face.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart." He stands up abruptly and walks over, gathering you up for a kiss. Warm, soft, gently pulling your top lip into his mouth to tease it with his tongue. He remembered not to shave because you'd told him how much you love to feel the scruff on his chin and face rub over your skin. His hands pull you close, almost possessive if Poe were that type.

But it's more like it just wouldn't occur to him to kiss you any other way, kissing you like you exist only for him and he exists only for you. There is nothing else in the galaxy. It is absolutely, inarguably, some of his very best work.

When he breaks his lips away from yours, you're dazed. When you remember to you to open your eyes again, Poe’s face is serious, his eyes slowly scanning over your face as he traces his thumb over your bottom lip.

You smile slightly at him. "Isn't it rude to be late to your own party? Because this is how you make us late."

He kisses the tip of your nose. "You were right on time. This is it."

You tilt your head back to look at him, confused.

His lips press together briefly, he runs his hands up and down your back.

"I got carried away with the party thing. You were a little freaked out, I could tell."

"Oh, no,-" you start to lie. Poe lays his fingers over your mouth.

"Your birthday is about you. Not me. Not the Resistance," he says. "Besides, I had the mess hall make like, ten of these cakes so everyone will still get to eat it. And you and I get an entire one for ourselves.”

“You did so much planning, though,” you protest.

“And you got to watch me try to do a tenth of what you do on a daily basis and do it really poorly,” he laughs. “Is that enough of a birthday present?”

You smile. “When you put it like that, then, yes. You’re the only person I’ve ever seen who couldn’t figure out how to make a to-do list.”

He shrugs self-deprecatingly. “My job is to sit in an x-wing, have bb-8 punch some coordinates in, blow something up, and then I come home to you. Easy.”

“That part is easy, but you do so much more than that.”

He nuzzles his nose against your cheek. “Stop complimenting me. I’m trying to compliment you.”

He folds you into a hug.

“Thanks, Poe.”

“You’re welcome. And don’t feel bad about the party. This way, I get to have you all to myself.”

“Ah, an ulterior motive reveals itself.”

He nods, his dark curls nodding too. “You’ll still have to hear the speech I was going to make, though.”

“I knew you’d have something to say,” you say.

“Actually, that was what made me re-think the whole party. If I spoke, then you’d have to speak and you hate that kind of thing.”

You lean in and kiss him, tilting your head to get your lips between his, even though you’re still smiling. “You know me too well.”

He takes in a deep breath, hands wandering down your body. “Okay, I think I have to give you your present early,” he says, brown eyes wide. “Maybe a couple of them.”

“How many are there?”

He shrugs, all fake innocence. “I don’t know, how many do you think you can have in one night?”

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flufftober prompt 1 - lost pet meet cute

a/n: yes I know BB8 is not a pet, but he's pretty damn close and it's my fic anyway.

cw: fluff, strangers to lovers, poe being Sassy, reader is afab and racially ambiguous. she works as a comms officer.

The fields were quiet this early in the morning. You took the long way to your station, through the winding trails of the Yavin base. The foliage was glowing softly in the early morning sun. Even the birds were still rousing, lazy cooing peppering the silence. A warm cup of caf hugged to your chest completed the picturesque morning.

You stood on a hill, looking at the shining metal hangar from afar. So many pilots and techs rousing to go save the galaxy.

But your favorite had yet to arrive. In the recent weeks, you'd met a friend that made this morning walk even better.

"Hey, bud," you grinned at the fast-approaching metal ball. A BB unit, scuffed orange and white, whirred a happy greeting and bumped against your ankles. Giving his antennae a little shake, you extended your hand.

"Walk with me?"

A small metal arm protruded from his side, which you gently took in your palm. Slower, so that the little droid didn't get caught on a root, you two made your way towards the Comms tower.

He belonged to somebody; his condition was too nice to be a rogue. But nobody had filed a missing report, and he always went back to his pilot by the time your shift started. Besides, you had a soft spot for BBs. Their big black eyes made your heart melt.

That sweet morning moment warmed your chest throughout the whole day, even as a stressful mission tore at your nerves. He'd be at the same place in the evening to walk you back.

What a little gentleman.

Today was an event. Even arriving early, you'd scrambled to get in place before the first squadron took off. There was a mixup on the schedule, so half the shift showed up late and the other half had to cover three different missions at once. No caf had been shipped on time, so the cup you had that morning sustained you - barely - for the rest of the day.

All in all, you were fucking exhausted.

The suns were setting quickly. You stared out the window, a yawn cracking your jaw. Somebody tapped your arm.

"You look wiped, babe, wanna ride with me? Taryn will drive," your friend Anya said, concern knitting her brow. For a moment, your heart ached to leave your little buddy, but he'd understand. A walk would not help your exhaustion.

Nodding, you loaded into her land cruiser and promptly knocked out. It felt like a blink before your stumbled into your tiny hut, tearing off your boots and falling into bed. You'd wash the sheets later.

Somewhere around midnight, an incessant whirring pulled you from your den of sleep. Groaning, you squinted at your watch.

"Whassat?" you croaked, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders. Something was outside, cracking sticks and scuffling in the mud Probably a rat.

Beeep. Beep beep beep-

Not a rat.

Frowning, you peeked out the window. A familiar white dome was darting in and out of the bushes, rolling faster than you'd ever seen him.

"Bud?"

You poked your head out the door, shivering at the cool air. The movement stopped. You puffed out a cloud, trying to find your friend. A familiar whir, then an eighty-pound metal droid collided with your knees. Howling, you stumbled back inside.

"Dude -fuck- buddy, chillout, your metal is like a frozen rock," you hissed, any remnants of sleep shocked from your mind. He chirped apologies, rolling around you in fast circles.

"Sorry I left, I was tired." You patted his side. BB-8 let out an indignant crackle and you snorted.

"Damn, didn't know this was such a big deal."

Standing, you yawned. "Thanks for the check in, dude, but I gotta go back to-"

"GET AWAY FROM MY DROID!"

fucking what the-

You dropped the blanket and screamed, falling backwards into a pile of leaves. BB-8 whined shrilly, a short electric pop shocking you from his surprise. An enormous crashing sound, and a shadowed man burst through the underbrush, blaster raised. A squad of birds took off at the massive arrival and swarmed your hut.

BB-8 immediately approached the man, whirring so fast his hubcap started emitting steam. The man dropped to his knee and started whispering back and forth, too quiet for you to hear. Not that you cared, you were trying to become as small as possible underneath your ratty blanket.

this is why we don't take random animals home, your mother's voice echoed, they always belong to somebody.

Well, she shoulda mentioned something about droids.

"Um, excuse me?"

You froze. The man cleared his throat and you heard him step closer. Carefully, you craned your neck to peek from under the quilt.

"Uh, hi," he waved, still shrouded in darkness. You blinked back, dumbfounded. BB-8 stayed close to this guy's ankles, clearly encouraging.

"H-hello?" you croaked, sitting up when you realized he had pocketed the blaster.

"Sorry about that," he laughed sheepishly, his silhouette rocking on his heels. "I uh, I thought something else was going on."

"I gathered that," you sighed, brushing the dirt and crud off of your pants. The blanket was trashed; you'd wash it later. Laundry day suddenly just got bumped up. Any remnants of sleep were gone.

BB-8 chirped softly and you smiled. "Yeah, I figured I had to meet your pilot one of these days."

The man looked at the droid. "How'd you know I was a pilot?"

"...BB units ae specifically assigned to pilots."

"Oh." He cleared his throat again and shifted his stance. The silence was beginning to be uncomfortable, and you really wanted to go back to bed.

"I-"

"Well-"

Both of you laughed this time, and you opened the door a little wider, initial hesitation gone. "Would you like to come in?" You offered.

The man shook his head. "No, I've taken up enough time. And besides, Beebs needs a cleaning." The little droid sputtered and smoked.

"Don't fuss, little man, or I'll use the yellow sponge."

Terrified, the droid zipped into the underbrush. You waved goodbye and shook your head. Never a dull day. Or night.

"Captain's got something for ya," one of your coworkers mumbled in your ear, clapping your shoulder. Frowning, you set aside your headset and peeked into the control room. Your amused commander was watching BB-8 carefully balance a tray on his little round head.

"Buddy?"

He beeped and slowly rolled over, spinning wildly to avoid dropping his precious cargo. Precious indeed - a steaming cup of caf, fresh from the shipment. You mentally pumped your fists and grinned, snatching the hot cup from your little friend.

A sticky note was attached to the side.

thanks for babysitting - Poe

You weren't sure who the fuck Poe was, but he was a gem for sending coffee, so you weren't complaining. Taking a long, grateful drag of your liquid gold, you gave Beebs an appreciative pet and saluted your captain. She smirked and gestured to the hall.

"The delivery man wanted to speak with you," she said airily, winking. Affronted by her weird attitude, you apprehensively followed BB into the hall.

Leaning against a set of control panels was one of the most attractive men you'd ever seen. Is that the guy??

Upon seeing you, he jolted to a straighter position and stuck out his hand.

"Hi," he breathed, "Poe Dameron. Sorry about--last night, that was, um, yeah, sorry," he said, scratching his neck. You were too absorbed in his deep brown eyes to register his nervousness.

"Yeah, sure thing," you mumbled, blinking back into focus. Damn, you didn't know pilots could be that pretty. Even sweaty helmet hair suited him.

BB looked between you, unsure of who to nudge first. He picked his pilot, bumping gently into his boots and sending up hopeful coos. You rocked on your heels.

"Uh, I have to get back, but thanks for the caf," you said, smiling. Poe looked up from petting his droid to send a dazzling grin up at you.

Feeling like a ball of joy, you floated back to your position and spent the rest of the day spacing out in amazement.

In an instant, you were trudging back up the hill, BB at your ankles. It was a cooler day; the Yavin summer was turning quickly into monsoon season. You needed to hurry home to put up the rain shields.

Stopping to catch your breath, you shrieked when a large hand closed over your shoulder.

"Shit-sorry," Poe hissed, backing off and nearly tripping over BB. "Sorry, sorry, I only wanted to walk with you. Shit, are you okay?"

You were doubled over, desperately trying to calm your rocketing heartbeat. Could you ever have a normal conversation with this man?

"Fine," you gasped, righting yourself. Poe's gaze softened and he smiled. Clearly he'd showered and a divine glow was shimmering around his hair. Again with the lethal face card, this guy. As if breathing wasn't hard enough already.

Naturally as blinking, Poe took your bag from your shoulder and helped you over the hill, walking arm in arm. Were you dreaming? He smelled wonderful, and he chatted amicably as you walked. There was a certain charm radiating off of him - one that drew you in like a magnet.

BB whirred contentedly between you, occasionally throwing in his two cents as you teased each other over rank.

"For a Commander you're awfully uncoordinated," you poked, to which he responded with a dramatic eye roll and a "careful, you don't wanna get demoted."

You felt a twinge of disappointment as your hut came into view. Poe's grip tightened then released.

"Thanks for the walk," you said, admiring the way the sun fell on his eyes. He smiled and they twinkled brighter.

"Sure. 7 tomorrow?"

You blinked. "Sorry?"

"Your shift," he elaborated, "you leave for work at 7. I'll meet you here. Beebs told me," he added at your suspicious look. A shamefully loud giggle threatened to break out of your mouth, but you coughed to cover it.

"Yeah, that sounds good."

"See you then, sweetheart," he called over his shoulder. You waved, keeping your composure until the door closed, after which you screamed into a pillow and never stopped smiling.

"You left out the best part," Poe whined, nudging your shoulder. You cocked your head, sipping the tall flute of champagne.

'Whaddya mean? That's literally the-"

"What about the part where you fell shamelessly in love with me the second our eyes met in the darkness and you couldn't resist my rugged charm?" He pouted, fluttering his dark lashes.

"Poe," you chastised, tapping his nose, "it was dark, I couldn't see you at all. It coulda been Finn for all I knew. Or General Ackbar."

He gagged animatedly at the thought as your audience guffawed. The warmth of the night blossomed in your chest, and you adjusted the straps of your dress.

"Can we go home soon?" Poe asked, leaning against your shoulder. His day-old stubble scratched pleasantly on your skin.

You raised an eyebrow, glancing at the clock. "Really, dear?"

"I'm tired, and you look real pretty, and I think I read somewhere it's inappropriate to undress in public, so...please?" If it wasn't your wedding that you were hosting and that you needed to attend, the doe-eyed look he was giving you might have tipped the scales. But you hadn't even cut the cake yet.

"No way, Commander, you still need to prove yourself on the dancefloor."

"After?"

"Only if you walk me back," you murmured, kissing him warmly on the lips.

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Injuries - Poe Dameron

Poe x reader

Warnings: none (angsty?)

Word count: 1,755

Summary: Can Poe forgive Y/n for something that happened on her last mission? Or will they break up for good?

A/N's : May The Force/4th Be With You

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“I’m sorry! Please Poe!” Y/n yelled out tripping after him. She didn’t mean to upset him Y/n just thought why worry him? “Forgive me.”

Poe turned towards her with an angry look in his eyes. “Why should I?”

Y/n let out a sigh before trying to plead with her beloved pilot. “Poe, you have to understand-”

“No! I don’t and I don’t want to hear any excuses you have to say.” Poe stated, shaking his head. He didn’t want to hear any excuses or reasons why she did what she did. He let out a sigh. “This.” he pointed between them. “Whatever we had. It’s done!”

Poe turned on his heels and left her standing in the middle of the mostly empty hanger. Y/n was on the verge of tears watching him leave. Had it really been that big of a deal? She just didn’t want to worry him but now she might have lost the best thing in her life.

“Y/n” Finn said having watched the whole thing with Rey.

Y/n/n” Rey called out at the same time as her and Finn headed over to the Y/h/c-ed girl. Both cautious and worried about her as they approached.

“Wha- no. I-I’m fine. I just need some air.” Y/n spoke wiping tears from her cheeks before she turned and walked between the two, heading outside. Needing to be alone for a bit.

Finn and Rey watched her go wishing they could take away her pain. Finn turned to Rey hoping she could tell him why their friends that were massively in love just had, well that happen. “What just happened?”

Rey turned her focus on Finn to answer her friend. “Remember that mission she was sent on?”

“Yeah.” he nodded

“Well, she got hurt really bad and didn’t report it. She kept with the mission. Apparently it was a life threatening injury.” Rey explained.

“Oh” Finn raised his brows in shock.

“Yeah, that's not the half of it.” Rey nodded also having been in shock at the news. “She didn’t say anything when she got back to base either. Eventually Y/n just passed out from all the blood loss. Scared the life out of Poe.”

“Ok. I get why he’s mad, but. Y/n was just trying to finish the mission. It was so important that no one knew what the mission was about or for but Y/n and Leia.” Finn said trying to understand why Poe would break up with the girl he loved more than flying. “But why’s he taking it out on her?”

Rey shook her head ‘no’ and shoulders. She didn’t have a clue either. “I don’t know but ever since he’s been distant and Y/n has been tearing herself apart. She feel so bad.”

Finn sighed looking off in both directions to where their friends ha disappeared. “You can tell on her face how bad she feels for not saying anything to him.”

^ ^ ^

“Poe, man. Your off lately. Have been for weeks now.” Finn pointed out sitting across from the shaggy haired man.

“I know.” Poe mumbled under his breath rubbing his eyes. He knew he hadn’t been at his best for awhile. Not since he broke up with Y/n. He always slept better beside her and she made his life brighter.

“What's wrong man?” Finn asked with a concerned tone and face. He felt for his friend, even though he had a good idea what was wrong but had Poe figured it out yet?

“I miss her, Finn.” Poe let out a heavy breath before lifting his gaze to Finn’s. “Look… I know I’m the one who ended it, what me and her had. But she scared the bantha crap out of me with that stunt she pulled.”

Finn sighed knowing his next words weren’t helpful. “You broke her heart.”

“What?” Poe’s eyes widened at that statement. He broke her?

“You broke her heart. Poe, I really don’t think she meant to cause herself to be injured or to worry you like she did.” Finn explained looking at Poe with sad eyes. “I think you need to talk to her.”

Poe nodded taking a gulp of his drink. “I will.”

^ ^ ^

“y/n/n, you got to leave your room at some point.” Rey said knocking on her bedroom door. The door opened and Y/n let Rey in before she turned back to as far as Rey could tell, packing.

“I will. Just let me have one more day to wallow in self pity and sadness.” Y/n casted Rey a tight smile before returning to her task at hand. Y/n hadn’t left her room much since the whole hanger incident with Poe. She didn’t want to see or talk to anyone. Well, she at least talked to R2. But that was it. It hurt to much to do much of anything. Her heart shattered that day and she has been trying to pick up at least the tiniest of pieces.

“One more day?” Rey asked a she stepped further into the room, completely puzzled by Y/n’s words.

“Yeah. I leave tomorrow for a mission.” Y/n stated not even turning to look at her friend.

“What?” Rey couldn’t believe what she was hearing. After all the emotional hurt the Y/h/c-ed girl just went through she’s now gonna go on a mission?

“I’m leaving for another mission tomorrow morning. Well, afternoon, but I want to try and leave early.” Y/n shrugged as she continued to pack her bag.

“What about-” Rey was hoping her and Finn had enough time to fix things between Y/n and Poe before either or any of the, had to leave again.

“Don’t say ‘what about Poe’.” Y/n said cutting off Rey before she could even finish the sentence. She let out a sigh before taking a deep breath and continued. “He broke my heart. I don’t need to worry how he feels if I leave.”

“But Y/n, Leia sends you on dangerous missions. What if you don’t get to come back? You don’t want to leave anything unsaid.” Rey tried pointing out. Everyone knew what had happened between the couple but the one’s closest to them knew they needed to talk. Make up, even.

Y/n bit her lip biting back tears. “I have a lot I would like to say to him. But he’s made it clear that I’m out of his life, mind, his everything. So I’m not gonna try. Cause that would be putting myself through unnecessary heartbreak.”

Y/n carried on packing and Rey turned and left her to it. She needed to find Finn so they could plan their next move. They had to get Poe to talk to her, and fast.

^ ^ ^

“Poe!” Finn yelled out running through the hallway with Rey.

“Poe!” Rey also yelled as they got his attention, Poe turning to face the two.

“What?” Poe asked now facing the two who seemed very out of breath.

“y/n’s leaving.” Finn stated catching his breath but there was still urgency in his voice.

“What?!” That got Poe’s attention instantly. What did they mean exactly by ‘leaving’?

“She’s heading out to go on a mission.” Rey explained further to the new panicked pilot. At least if this was his reaction maybe he could fix things.

“When?” Poe asked the two as he started to move around them ready to go find his girl.

Finn and Rey shared a glance. “Well, she’s not suppose to leave till noon but-”

“She’s already almost done with loading up her ship. She wants to leave early.” Rey cut in.

“Is she in the hanger?” Poe rushed out as he and BB started to fast walk backwards down the hall, ready to take off once a location was confirmed.

Rey nodded. “She should be. Go!”

“Go!” Finn shouted as well.

Poe sprinted down the hallways with BB-8 on his heels. Once they reached the hanger Poe headed for the spot where Y/n normally landed her ship. Upon getting closer Poe decided to call out for her. “Y/n!”

“Poe?” Y/n turned around confused as she was halfway up the ramp of her ship. Some people turned at the grown mans yelling but seeing as it was Poe and spectacles were his specialty, they all got back to what they were originally doing. “What are you doing here?”

Poe finally reached her, standing in front of where she had come down the ramp. He was out of breath but the look in his eyes, Y/n knew nothing would stop him. “I heard you were leaving for a mission.”

“Poe-” she shook her head but he cut her off. Poe needed to tell her.

“No, no please just let me explain.” Poe grabbed her hand hoping if he was it would prevent her from leaving before he could get the words out.

“I’m sorry I was so harsh on you.” Poe gave her a guilty sad smile and sent a squeeze to her hand. “I let my emotions get in the way, and that’s my fault. Please, forgive me.”

He really hoped he could get her to forgive him. They had been through so much together and he might’ve ruined it all. He was just scared of losing her. Poe knew her Jedi mind along with her being a Organa-Solo-Skywalker blood meant that she was more stubborn than anyone else in the galaxy. An truth is he would’ve done the same thing to finish the mission. He wasn’t being fair.

Y/n sent him a small smile and reached for his other hand. “Poe I understand you being worried, scared, maybe a little upset. But I can’t go through that again. Your reaction was, well to put it nicely? A lot. I can’t do it again- not if I give us another chance.”

Poe nodded in understanding. “I promise, I’ll be better. That I’ll do better to not react so harshly.”

“An I promise if I get hurt I’ll tell you right away.” Y/n smiled nodding along with him. She was glad to have her Poe back. Then she smiled mischievously at him and Poe furrowed his eyebrows confused. “You wanna come with me?”

“Huh?”

Y/n laughed at the look on his face before swaying their hands at their sides. “Leia did say I could pick and bring a partner if I wanted.” she smirked, both knowing they weren’t gonna pass this up.

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Grown Up - Poe Dameron

Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 989

Summary: Han come’s back to find out his daughter is more of an adult than he thought.

Authors Note: I found this half written dialog under my bed on a scrap of paper and it had the original prompt for my story ( “oh kriff no!” - Han Solo ) and I realized after I wrote this that it felt familiar and thats because I already wrote it lol. So I changed it up some, gave it a new name, summary and ending.

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“General. You wanted to see us.” Poe said as him and Y/n entered the bridge holding hands.

“Yes.” Leia turned to face them with a smile. “We have some guests landing in a few hours and I’d like the two of you to greet them.”

“No problem.” Poe nodded, it sounded easy enough.

“Who are they mom?” Y/n asked wondering if they needed to impress the people coming or not.

“You’ll see.” Leia smiled secretly, she knew exactly who was coming and she wanted to keep it a surprise to her daughter.

^     ^     ^

Later that day Poe and Y/n were heading to the hanger to greet their secret guests. Who must’ve gotten there early but the most shock of seeing their ship was which ship it ended up being.

“Daddy! Chewie!” Y/n yelled out in shock and excitement. She hadn’t seen them in years.

Chewiw roared out as he ran down the ramp and over to Y/n. Picking Y/n up tightly hugging her and he spun her in the air.

“Hey Fuzzball, let me hug my daughter will ya?” Han said from behind them.

“Hi Daddy.” Y/n laughed as Chewie put her down.

“Hey baby girl.” Han hugged her.

“How’ve you been?” Y/n asked once they pulled apart.

“Good. Good- you?” he nodded.

“Great.” Y/n smiled and looked back at Poe before introducing the two. “Oh dad, this is Poe Dameron.”

“Honor to meet you sir.” Poe stepped forward holding out his hand for a handshake.

“Liewise kid. We’ve heard of your reputation.” Han shook his hand after staring at him and his hand for a moment.

“Mom’s waiting for you in the command room.” Y/n spoke up sensing a tension building from her father.

“Roarrrr, Roaaar, Roooar.” Chewie pulled Y/n back into a hug.

Y/n laughed, hugging him back. “Yes Chewie, we’ll see each other later.”

“Bye Sweetheart.” Han said as he and Chewie headed off to find Leia.

“See you later dad.” Y/n waved at them as they left the hanger, her and Poe Left next to each other.

^     ^     ^

“Han.” Leia greeted turning to focus her attention on him as he entered the bridge.

“Leia.” Han smiled at him.

“How are you?” Leia asked as they stood right across from each other.

“Good, been good. Busy.” Hand nodded looking around before focusing back on her. “You? How’ve you been? It’s been awhile.” He wondered about her and how she’s been.

“I’ve been good. Busy as well.” She answered.

“Yeah, yeah I can see that.”

“What’d you think of your welcome?” Leia smiled, knowing he enjoyed seeing his daughter after so long.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen her. Not since…” Han nodded with a remaining smile.

“She’s grown into a fine young woman.” Leia stated as they turned and started to walk, leaving the bridge behind them.

“How old is she now? 20’s?” Han guessed.

“Yes. She’s in her early 20’s.” Leia confirmed.

“Have I really been gone that long?” Han looked at her with sadness in his eyes.

“You have.” She missed his expression with a grimace.

“I’m sorry.” he apologized.

“You’ve missed a lot.” Leia skipped over the apology.

“I have.” Han knew he missed a lot and he wished he would’ve done things differently.

“What’d you think of Poe?” Leia asked changing the sorrow subject to a lighter one.

“The pilot with her?” Han wanted to confirm who they were talking about.

“That's the one.”

“Seems like a nice guy. Heard his reputation.” He tells her but he also didn’t understand why she wanted to talk about this Poe.

“He’s my best pilot.” she stated.

“Hmmmhmm, from the stories I’ve heard of him I would figure. He seems like a good guy.” Han shrugged.

“He is. You can even ask your daughter.” She smiled at her indendo she knew it’d get his attention.

“Y/n?” What did his daughter have to do with this?

“Hmmm Hmmm.” Leia hummed with a nod of her head.

“Why?” Now he was suspicious.

“They're together.” Leia tells him, expecting what comes next.

“What?!” Han yelled.

“Don’t act all surprised Han. Like you said you haven’t been here and she’s an adult now. They’ve been together for a while.” She explains to him, giving him a stern look in her eyes.

“He’s also reckless! I’ve heard that about him to.” He grumbled now trying to think of all the negative things he’s heard of the shaggy haired pilot.

“So were you.” Lei pointed out in defense of her best pilot and daughter's lover.

“That's not the point.” Han scoffed.

“It has to do with it. Yes.” Leia stated stopping so they’d turn to face each other. “You may not like it. But that’s because you're her father. You're a good father even if you haven’t been there in awhile. You care, and because you care Han no ones ever going to be good enough for your little girl in your eyes. But I assure you Poe is. He’d die for her.”

Han thought over her words, knowing she was right. “I still don’t like it.” 

“I don’t expect you to right away.” Leia smiled at him coming around.

“Maybe I’ll stay around for a while.” He really did miss Leia and Y/n but he also needed to keep an eye on this Poe guy.

“You're welcome to as long as you don’t try to sabotage their relationship.” Leia laughed already knowing what he might plan later. When he looked down with squinted eyes Leia got serious. “Han I mean it.”

“Fine.” Han groaned out giving into her wishes for him to play nice.

“I’ll be watching you.” Leia stated letting him know she won’t let him ruin their daughter's relationship. At all.

“Yeah, yeah.” Han mumbled as they looked to the hanger, seeing their daughter and Poe laughing and chasing each other around his X-Wing.

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Found

After years of not seeing each other, you had finally gotten over Poe Dameron, that is until he has to ruin it by suddenly appearing back into your life after smashing your heart into pieces. Yet, there’s someone different about him.

Pairings: poe dameron x readee

Warnings and whatnots: Reconciliation. Friends to lovers. Slight angst, fluff in the end.

Continuation of Gone <- read this first!!

It had been years since you left the resistance to go back to your home planet. After practically getting your heart stomped on by the guy you thought you actually had a chance with, you decided to leave and live a nice contemporary life in the countryside as a healer and medic.

You were quite content with your life, having rebuilt old relationships with old friends. You were finally moving on with life.

Poe, on the other hand, was not so lucky. He didn’t seem to be able to get you off his mind and it dismayed him. He wanted to find you. He had half the mind to just quit the resistance and try to find you, apologise for whatever he had done and hope you’d accept him. Yet, he couldn’t . War was still on the brink of happening so why leave now?

“Dameron.” A voice calls out to him. He looks up from his thumbs. He hums, realising he had just blurred out at the thought of you again in the meeting.

“Did you hear what I said?” Leia asked. Poe clears his throat, embarrassed that he hadn’t. She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I want you, Rey and Finn to go to The Elder World and find the Healer of the countryside.”

Poe agrees, not that there was much he can do anyway. Yet, a part of him lit up as he heard of the place he was supposed to go to.

The Elder World.

That was your home planet. He wondered if this person that he had to meet, they would know you.

So there he was, finally landing in the heavy forest next to the countryside of The Elder World. Finn pats his shoulder as they begin to walk to town. Everyone here was supposed to be in support of the resistance, so no need to be that wary.

They had asked around, trying to find this so called healer. Poe seemed intrigued by this person and eventually they were led to a little cottage near the outskirts of town. It was beautiful and charming. Poe looks at Rey and Finn, nervousness starting to consume him. What was wrong with him? Why was he so nervous?

Rey knocks on the door, and a tall boy opens it. Was this the healer?

Poe looks up at him, he felt a tinge of sadness envelop him. He was stupid for hoping that the person who would answer was you.

On the other side of the door though, you could hear your brother talk to someone. You fix up your dress and go to the front door, wiping your eyes that had dark eyebags beneath them. You were tired, but happy.

“Yes? How may I assist you? Broken bones? Bleeding? Coughs?” You ask, as you approach the door, not entirely looking at your patients. You stop in your tracks as you realise who was in front of you.

Poe’s eyes widen as he sees you. Rey and Finn look at each other before staring back at you. Poe pushes away your brother and immediately lines to hug you. You were enveloped by him. His hug was tight, and compressing. You didn’t hug him back immediately but you finally put your arms back around him.

You pull away, a feeling of longing still present in your heart. You shake the thought away. Why was he here? After everything, here he was in front of you. After getting your broken heart finally put back together, he came back to smash the leftovers of your broken heart into smithereens.

Before he could start his sentence, you interjected, “What are all of you doing here?” Rey explains the situation to you. You keep your eyes trained on her, but you could feel Poe staring at you. You shiver under his gaze. You pinch your nose as you think about their problem. “Do you seriously need me?”

“Yes.” Poe answers, too quickly. You ignore him, but sigh.

“Fine. I’ll get my things, but immediately after, I want to go back here.” You emphasise. Poe shrinks as he hears you say that, and a tinge of pity hits your heart but you ignore it, going inside.

Poe follows you in. He tries to talk to you but you decide to ignore him. You didn’t know why. He didn’t exactly do anything wrong. He didn’t know you liked him, so why were you so upset at him?

Poe finally caught the hint and left you alone. You were grateful, but a part of you still felt bad. Why did you miss his yapping so much?

The trip back to the resistance’s base would take 3 days, which meant you had to be in an enclosed place with him for three whole days.

The first day was filled with silence. You boarded the Millenium Falcon after waving and saying your goodbyes. You could see Poe cringe every time you hugged or kissed the cheek of your male friends. How odd. When you boarded, Poe had showed you your room, it was awkward with minimal talking from your side. It had been a while since you saw the Millenium Falcon and it was nice to see her back. Poe tried to crack jokes but he stopped after seeing your lack of response. He didn’t flirt with you, which you were happy with. The day went by quietly, with you keeping quietly in your room.

The second day was filled with a bit more talking, though it was mostly silent. Poe didn’t bother you much. He kept to himself and seemed to be avoiding you. You were grateful but didn’t understand. To your knowledge, Poe wasn’t the type to give up. The only time you saw him that day was when you ate.

The third day was the most interesting. It started with hard banging from your door, waking you up.

“Hey, It’s Poe… I want to talk.”

You sigh, before getting up and letting him up. He gives you a shy smile before sitting down at your desk. You gave him an odd look, he normally bee-lined for your bed.

“Yes?”

“Look, I’m sorry. I don’t quite understand what I did but please tell me. I hate the fact you’re not talking to me and I’m incredibly sorry. It’s been hard without you and now that you’re here but you don’t want to talk to me… it’s harder. Please, tell me what’s wrong… Why did you leave? Tell me. Tell me so I can get better. Tell me so I can make it up to you.” He bursts out, letting it all out.

You stand, shocked. Your arms cross atop each other, as you watch the man break down in front of you. You were stunned to silence.

“What did I do wrong?” He mutters out to you, finally looking at you.

“You.. you didn’t do anything wrong.” You sighed, taking a seat next to him. He gives you a perplexed look.

“I… I liked you Poe, and I was convinced you liked me too, but I was stupid and it turns out you liked that Zorii girl and I couldn’t just ruin everything so I…”

You didn’t finish your sentence, looking at Poe. Poe processes what you say. “You liked me?”

You didn’t answer him. You looked away.

“Do you… do you still like me?” Poe asks. You couldn’t answer him. You couldn’t even answer yourself when you asked yourself the same question.

“Well, that’s a shame… since… I like you too.” Poe says, leaning back. You turn your head back and stare at him.

“What?”

“I like you, but since you don’t like me back then…” Poe says, the same careless smile now back on his smile. You look at him, slapping his shoulder.

“You idiot.” You huff at him.

“I’m being serious. I like you.”

You look at him, and for once, you don’t see the playfulness in his eyes that he always had. It was gone and filled with seriousness.

“Tell me, do you like me back?”

You stared back and a smile crept up your face. A smile that had been gone for so long.

“I like you too Poe.”

Never Have I Ever

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: none besides Rose and Finn being conspiratorial little shits

Summary: You've always been too nervous to tell Poe how you feel. A night out after the end of the war may change that.

It feels surreal, to put it simply. It’s over. It’s finally over. For years, you’ve known nothing but chaos and panic and uncertainty. But now, you can leave all of it in the past. Palpatine’s gone. The war’s over.

Leaping from your x-wing, you spot Poe across the tarmac. He locks eyes with you, breaking into a huge, beaming grin. You sprint towards him, sporting an equally bright expression. He holds out his arms, and you leap into them. He spins around as you bury your face in his neck, laughing. He sets you down, placing his hands on your upper arms.

“We did it,” he breathes, and you nod in disbelief.

“We did it,” you repeat, still smiling. You’re about to compliment a particular barrel roll he’d pulled off earlier when Finn comes barreling over, wrapping him in a bear hug. You smile, walking away to grab some water and allow Poe some time with his friend.

He watches your retreating form with a faint smile, content with the universe for the first time in years. Finn looks at him with a knowing expression and nudges him with his elbow. Poe snaps his head around, cheeks flushed.

“You should tell her,” he says, and Poe’s eyes widen.

“No way,” he replies, carding a hand through his hair. “What if I fuck everything up?” Finn rolls his eyes.

“Poe, I love you, but you’re the most oblivious man I’ve ever met.” This earns him a shocked expression from the older man, and he laughs. “Trust me. Just tell her.” Poe opens his mouth to object, but loses what he was going to say as Rey walks up and wraps him and Finn in a hug.

You watch as the three embrace, smiling. You’re so proud of Poe your chest could burst. He’d handled that last battle with the grace and strategy you’ve seen in him time and time again. You hear footsteps headed your way and glance up, to find Rose standing next to you.

“Hey,” she says quietly, and you scooch to the left a bit to give her space to sit, patting the bench next to you. “It’s crazy, huh?”

“Yeah,” is all you can manage, but you can tell that she understands the magnitude of emotions contained in your reply. No words could encapsulate the feeling of joy and relief flowing through you.

“I heard Poe did some pretty amazing flying out there.”

You grin, nodding. “He really did. Per the usual, of course.” Smiling, she takes in the look of admiration on your face.

“You like him.” Not a question, just a statement. An observation. You look at her slowly and nod.

“I do,” you say, taking a sip of water from the canteen in your hand.

“He likes you, I think. From what Finn’s told me.” You splutter, choking on your drink.

“What?” you exclaim, face turning red as a tomato as you cough. She laughs loudly, and you shoot her a death glare. “If you’re pulling my leg I swear-”

“I’m not, I promise.”

Narrowing your eyes, you swallow another mouthful of water. “What exactly has Finn told you?”

“He’s caught Poe staring at you too many times to count, that damn idiot never shuts up about you, and once Rey saw him fiddling with his mom’s ring behind his back while talking to you,” she lists, ticking off the instances on her fingers.

“That doesn’t mean he likes me,” you point out, and Rose sighs. Ignoring her, you continue. “He could’ve just been spacing out, we’re friends, so he’s bound to talk about me, and he just has a thing about not being able to sit still. Those are just...normal Poe things.”

“What are?”

You whip your head around, to see him standing right behind you. Of course.

“Nothing,” you reply calmly, glowering at Rose as she tries to contain her laughter. “Just talking about that maneuver you did earlier. Very impressive.” He grins, clapping you on the shoulder.

“Thanks,” he laughs. “Anyways, we’re headed out to celebrate-” he gestures to Finn, Rey, and his squadron. “-would you guys wanna come?”

Rose nods excitedly, and you do the same. “Sounds awesome.”

The music in the bar pounds in your ears. Normally, you hate crowded, public settings like this - they stress you out. However, you decide to make a special exception for tonight. After all, you just saved the fucking galaxy.

Poe, expectedly, makes a beeline for the bar with Jess. They order several rounds of shots and bring the drinks back to the table the rest of you are sitting at. He slides into his spot next to you, his thigh brushing against yours.

“Ok,” he says loudly, so your group can hear him over the clamor of the establishment. “Never have I ever - pretty simple,” he adds when Rey shoots him a look of confusion. “We’ll go around the table. Someone will say something. If you’ve done what they say, you take a shot. Snap, you go first.”

“Ok, uh, never have I ever gone on a supply run hungover,” he replies, grinning. Poe groans, taking a shot. You gasp as Finn does, too.

“No!” you say, aghast.

“It was one time!” he shouts in defense of himself, and Rey chuckles.

“He threw up within the hour,” Rose says, and you snicker. Finn kicks the mechanic under the table.

“Alright, settle down,” Jess says, clearing her throat. She shoots a pointed glance at Karé. “Never have I ever flirted with a superior officer to get a different assignment.” The woman sighs, pouring liquor into her mouth. Blushing, you do the same. Poe gapes at you.

“You’re kidding me.”

“It wasn’t here,” you admit. “Navy stuff.” Snap laughs as he recalls the event you’re talking about. “I was about to get assigned janitorial duty for the seventh week in a row, so I insinuated some very...” you pause, grinning. “inappropriate things to my commander. He put me on guard duty on the bridge instead.”

A strange feeling flares in Poe’s chest as you and the others laugh about how flustered the officer had gotten, and his knuckles turn white as he clenches the table. You discreetly nudge his leg with your knee.

“You okay?” you ask quietly, and any jealousy he’s feeling melts away as he takes in the concern in your eyes.

“Yeah,” he nods. You smile.

“Cool.”

“Okay, okay,” Karé laughs, shooting a death glare at Jess. “Rose. Your turn.” She smiles conspiratorily at Finn, who nods at her, before glancing at you briefly. You send a befuddled look towards Rey, who simply shakes her head, shrugging.

You have a bad feeling about this.

“Never have I ever…” she trails off, scratching her chin animatedly. “Had a crush on a close friend.”

Your stomach drops. Rose giggles as she feels you tense up beside her.

“Fuck you,” you say, throwing back a shot. A barrage of gasps sounds from your friends. “Oh, grow up,” you laugh, and Finn chuckles. You glare at him, and he raises his hands in surrender. Slowly, Poe leans forward, grabs a shot, and knocks it back. You barely constrain your shock.

“Oh my gods WHO?” Karé squeals, clapping her hands together.

“That’s not part of the game,” Poe quips, offering her a smug expression. She turns hopefully to you, and you laugh.

“No way,” you say, shaking your head. She sticks her bottom lip out in a pout, before letting her mouth fall open.

“Is it someone here?” she asks breathlessly. You clear your throat, face heating.

“I’m gonna go get some fresh air,” you murmur, slipping out of the booth. Karé and Jess boo loudly at your excuse, but you just flip them off as you head outside.

A light breeze tangles its fingers in your hair and tugs at your shirt, small ripples moving along the fabric. You take a seat on a nearby bench, bringing your legs up and crossing them over each other. Fiddling with a loose thread on your sleeve, you glance upwards. The sky above is littered with small pinpricks of light, twinkling back at you.

A creaking noise sounds to your right, and you look back, to see the door to the bar open. You watch as Poe walks through it, puffing his top lip out and shoving his hands in his pockets. He glances in your direction. You offer him a small wave, which he returns, making his way over to where you sit.

“May I?” he asks, and you nod, turning your gaze upwards once more. He does the same, laying an arm across the back of the bench.

“I wonder how many of those we’ve flown by,” he wonders aloud, motioning to the countless stars and planets above you.

“Probably lots. We really went all over, huh?” He smiles, nodding. You stand, walking to the gate in front of the bar and leaning on it. Poe follows suit, bracing his forearms behind him as he leans back.

“Look, it’s stupid of me to ask, and you don’t have to answer, but...who was it?” You turn your head toward him, puzzled. He nods to the bar. “The game. That last question.” You scoot closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. The familiar gesture makes him smile.

“Eh, you don’t wanna know,” you say, and he chuckles.

“Oh, but I do.” You laugh. There’s a moment of silence (not uncomfortable - it never is with Poe) as you figure out how to word your next statement.

“It’s a bit complicated,” you admit, and he turns his head to look down at you.

“Oh?”

“I really like this person, but I also love how close I am with them right now. I’m worried that if they know, that…” you trail off, worried that voicing your concerns will bring them to fruition.

“That everything will change,” Poe finishes quietly. You swallow nervously. “That you could lose them, and you don’t know-” he takes a deep breath “-you don’t know what you would do if that happened.” You turn to face him as he leans up to stand straight, heart pounding in your chest so loud you swear he can hear it. His eyes flit down to your lips momentarily, and your breath hitches.

“Poe,” you say, barely above a whisper. His eyes lock onto yours, and you bite the inside of your cheek.

You open your mouth to continue, but your words die in your throat as he takes your face in his hands. Your whole body goes rigid, and he notices, starting to pull away. Panicking, you place your hands over his, silently reassuring him that it’s ok. He smiles softly, and your cheeks warm.

“Can I kiss you?” he murmurs, and you nod, heart racing. He brings his mouth down to yours tentatively, nose brushing against yours. You smile against his lips, bringing a hand up and burying it in his curls. He fits his hands to your waist, thumb gently brushing over your side. His lips taste like the tequila you’d both taken shots of in the bar, and it’s sweet on your tongue, reminding you of the nectar from the sapflowers back home on Naboo.

The two of you break apart, hot breaths mingling in the small space between you.

“You have no idea,” he murmurs, smile as bright as a thousand suns, “how long I’ve wanted to do that.” His grin widens as you grow flustered, mouth twisting into a small smile.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” you say, eyebrows furrowing together. “I didn’t want to mess everything up, and there just wasn’t a good-”

“Hey,” he says gently, taking your hand. “It’s ok, you have nothing to be sorry for.” You smile.

“I really like you,” you say, and he laughs warmly, bringing a hand to your cheek.

“I really like you, too,” he responds, and you lean into the touch. “We should probably head back in, or they’re gonna think we abandoned ship.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you say.

Nobody says anything if they notice how you and Poe hold hands for the rest of the night, sitting closer than you usually do, talking only to each other.

It seems natural, if anything. Like it’s always been that way. Like it’s how it should be.

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Consequences of Anger-Spurred Outbursts

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Fem!Solo*!Reader

*(mainly bc i just wanted reader to be leia's daughter for comedic reasons, it's an easy bit to ignore if you'd like to do so)

Summary: After learning some information about one of your pilots, you go a little haywire. Poe is both impressed and a little shocked.

Word Count: 1700 ish

Warnings: dumbass men, punching, minor injuries

You were just about up to your neck in reasons to hurl the nearest wrench across the hangar. The mission had gone well, but what it going well entailed was driving you up the wall. You and Poe had been sent by Leia to meet General Calrissian about some troubling information he’d picked up in some backwater bar on Ryloth. Apparently, one of the Resistance’s pilots was dirty - selling out intel about Rebel tech to the First Order in exchange for credits. Even worse, Lando’s information had confirmed one of your deepest, most buried worries. That it was someone in your squadron.

You’d tried to remain impartial to the pilots under your command in the long extent you’d been on base, but Dext Stamat had always struck you as a little off. Rude, toeing the line of insubordination on multiple occasions, and always asking too many questions. Of course, curiosity and ambition among your pilots was usually a good thing. It meant that they were engaged, interested in the cause, and you always loved sharing the knowledge you’d picked up as you've traveled across the galaxy. However, Stamat had strange habits of asking for details about upcoming missions that even you didn’t know yet. It had unnerved you from the beginning of his stint in your squadron, especially as his questions began to coincide with mishaps, even smaller ones, that began to throw off missions of larger and larger scales.

And now, you knew why. That dirty, dirty pig.

You were going to skin him alive.

“Just wait 'til I get my hands on that piece of shit,” you snarl as Poe attempts to discreetly wrestle you away from the hustle and bustle of the main hangar to the tarmac outside. It’s best if this conversation goes unheard.

“I know you want to, and for a good reason, but you can’t. Leia- General Organa needs him alive. If he’s been communicating with the First Order, that means he knows how they’re operating, to a certain extent. He’s valuable to her. To us.” You sigh, letting the frustrated noise signal your reluctant agreement. He’s right, after all; Dext is a dirtbag, but he’s a dirtbag that could get you some leads. You take a deep breath, starting to feel yourself cool off.

“Hey, did you see me out there? I bet Dameron couldn’t do that.”

You furrow your brows, turning your head to find the source of your confusion.

Poe’s grip on your hands tightens as Dex and his pack of buddies (more like lower-level fighters that follow him around out of pure fear) enter the hangar. He’s boasting about a recent flight, of course. When is he not? Your blood boils in your veins, a roaring sound creeping into your ears as he rambles on and on about how he’d executed a double loop. It’s pretty basic, jackass. My mom could fly better than you.

You can feel your cheeks start to heat. Poe notices, and wisely lets you go. It’s best if he lets you handle this on your own. You wouldn’t do anything brash, would you? No, he decides. You wouldn’t do anything.

He watches as you casually stroll past the group of men, leaning on a nearby fighter and picking at your nails with a spare screwdriver you’d found on your way over. From your spot closer to the pilot, you can hear every word tumbling carelessly out of his mouth.

“Yeah, I just punched it. Let ‘em eat my space dust, if you know what I mean.” He tilts his head back, guffawing at his own joke. The group around him quickly lets out a round of polite laughs, nervously glancing back and forth between Stamat and each other. “I straight-up smoked them, I tell you. I’d like to see Pretty Boy Poe pull that one off.” No longer able to contain yourself, you clear your throat, relishing the momentary look of bewilderment on Dext’s overexaggerated features. It doesn’t last long, unfortunately. His beady eyes quickly harden, lips tilting into a smirk.

“Hey, Solo.”

“That’s Commander Solo to you, Dex.” Using his nickname’s a low blow, you know that, but you just can’t put up with his bullshit anymore. Especially not after being told of what he’s been doing - what he’s cost you. Who he’s cost you. His jaw sets into a sharp line, and he lets out a low, raw noise that almost sounds like a growl.

“Oh, is that so, Commander?” he says mockingly, and you sigh, not meeting his eyeline as you return your attention to your gritty nails. Damn flight gloves - you should probably clean them more often. You smile inwardly as he grumbles with annoyance.

“You know, Stamat, I’d be more careful about how you treat superior officers,” you say lightly, tilting your head to meet his gaze. He sneers down at you, momentarily glancing back. You follow his sightline, to see Poe standing against a far wall.

“Why?” he whines comically, toying with you. “Or you’ll report me to your boyfriend?” You glare at him, and he just offers you his pathetic attempt at a simpering smile. “You look pretty worn out, Commander. Have you two been busy lately?” he asks, snickering. The roaring sound in your ears gets a little louder. It mingles with the sound of boots against concrete as Poe makes his way over. He’d heard that last comment.

“You heard her, Stamat. Watch it,” he warns. You cringe inwardly. Poe, why? Just let me deal with him. Please. Dext just ignores him, the only indication he’s aware of his presence being an offhand glance over his head.

“Aw, do you need him to come fight your battles for you?” he asks, chuckling. “How cute. You know, if this short stack of griddle cakes isn’t doing it for you, my quarters are always unlocked.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” you say, taking a step forward. Poe grins as Stamat stumbles back.

That’s my girl.

“Oh, yeah, trust me, I can give you so much more than flyboy over here,” he sneers. He opens his mouth to spew some more infuriating bantha fodder, but the only sound that exits his mouth is a high-pitched yelp as your fist soars upwards and connects with his jaw. His heavy form collapses to the tarmac, and his eyes shudder closed. Poe freezes, turning to face you.

“Y/N!”

“WHAT?”

“You punched him!”

“Eh,” is all you say, before picking Stamat up by the arms and dragging him inside. Poe watches you exit the hangar, not knowing if he should worry about how mad Leia’s going to be or marvel at how strong you are.

After a few moments, he snaps out his trance and jogs into the building, following the trail of confused, concerned stares you’d left in your wake all the way up to the General’s small office in the middle of the base. He catches up to you just outside the door. You seem unfazed as you tote Dex’s rather large body around, and he just watches, in awe, as you drag him into the office.

Of all the things General Leia Organa thought she’d see today, Poe Dameron leaning in her doorway while her fuming daughter drags in the limp body of a pilot to her was not one of them. Still, it wasn’t totally out of left quadrant, so she just sighs, sits down on her small couch, and says: “You have five minutes.”

To her shock, one of the usual rambling verbal essays she can often predict when talking with Commander Dameron doesn’t come. You just stretch your fingers and approach her, boots thudding softly against the floor.

“General Calrissian told us that this one here-” you pause to jerk your thumb downwards to the unconscious pilot who is now drooling on her carpet. “-has been selling us out. Giving details to the First Order about our new ships and weaponry. I’ve had a bad feeling about him for months, and now I know why. Do with that what you will. I’m gonna take tomorrow off. I injured my hand.” And with that, you walk out of her office, rubbing your knuckles. Poe stares after you, and the General waves a hand, dismissing him. He offers her an apologetic smile, then dashes out of the room.

He falls into step beside you, shooting a glance in your direction. His eyebrows shoot skyward as he surveys the poorly restrained satisfaction written on your face. For fuck's sake, you're grinning.

“Why in gods’ name are you smiling right now?” he asks, and you chuckle.

“I’ve always wanted to do that.” He pauses, staring at you. Your stomach drops. He looks offended. A muddled apology begins to tumble from your lips, but your words halt on your tongue as he bursts into laughter, takes your face in his hands, and presses his lips to yours.

“I love you so much,” he murmurs, and you turn away, face warming. Smirking, Poe brushes a few stray hairs from your face. He finds it incredibly satisfying that you can knock a 6’4 dude out cold, yet he can still fluster you in the blink of an eye. He goes to take your hand, but you pull away, hissing.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said I hurt my hand,” you say, and he blanches, concerned. “Don’t worry, just a little bruising.” He relaxes visibly, and you grab the corner of his jacket. He swings around to face you. “However, I think it is mandatory that you come watch a HoloVid with me and eat a slightly unhealthy amount of popcorn.”

“You just learned we’ve been sold out to the First Order and all you can think about is a sleepover?” he asks incredulously, not admitting he'd been on the verge of proposing the exact same plan.

“We’ve got a couple of days before we can do anything about it,” you say, and Poe narrows his eyes at you. He knows you’re right, of course. Grinning, you fix your eyes to his, pouting out your bottom lip slightly. Godsdamnit, you’re adorable when you do that, he thinks, finally conceding with a nod and an exaggerated eye roll. “Yessss,” you cheer through your teeth, pumping a fist in the air.

Poe chuckles, wrapping an arm around you and pressing a kiss to your hair. All things considered, this was shaping up to be a relatively decent afternoon.

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Take a Break

Pairing: Poe Dameron x GN!Reader (modern!au)

Word count: 540

Warnings: brief mentions of alcohol

Summary: You and Poe share a much-needed quiet moment together during a party

A/N: Can be read romantically or platonically

The sounds of the party drift out into the cold night air, past where you sit on the small balcony and down into the city beyond. You shiver, wrapping your coat tighter around you as a breeze tickles the back of your neck. Inhaling deeply, you savor the fresh air you slipped away to enjoy.

You love hanging out with your friends, of course. It can just get overwhelming at times, so you like to find small moments like these to savor by yourself.

The sound of the door opening behind you stirs you from your thoughts, and you don’t need to turn to recognize Poe’s footsteps as he approaches and sits beside you, crossing his legs and wrapping an arm around you. You lean your head down onto his shoulder, scooting closer to take advantage of his body heat. He chuckles, sensing what you’re doing and pulling you into his side.

“Just wanted to check on you,” he says, following your eyeline and looking up at the scene that stretches on forever above you, bright stars twinkling against the dark backdrop of the sky.

“I’m all right,” you respond, nodding. “Just needed a break from everyone.”

Poe hums his understanding.

“I can go back inside if you need more time,” he says, and you can tell it’s genuine. You shake your head, smiling softly.

“You don’t count as everyone,” you say.

“I’m honored. Truly.” You laugh, shoving him playfully. The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, the only sound being the traffic far below you and the occasional muffled shout drifting to your ears from the gathering inside.

“I went to that library earlier today,” you tell him. Poe looks at you, smiling fondly.

“The one you read about?”

“Yeah. It was really cool, they had this huge display case with all these old manuscripts. I need to take you there sometime. You’d like it.”

“Definitely,” he says, lifting his hand from your shoulder to brush back a few strands of hair that had fallen in your face.

“What time is it?” you ask, realizing you’d left your watch at home and your phone in Rey’s bedroom.

“8:19,” Poe says, looking down at his phone, the soft blue glow from the screen washing over his features.

A loud cheer from inside draws your attention, and you turn your head to see what caused it. You chuckle softly as you watch Jess and Finn down a row of shots at an alarming rate. Poe’s laugh bubbles in your ear, making you smile even wider.

“I think it’s best if we head back to make sure they don’t do something outlandishly disastrous,” you laugh. As the ones who volunteered to drive people home for the night, you and Poe are the only ones not drinking.

“Probably,” he laughs, standing up. He offers you his hand, and you take it, smiling gratefully at him as he helps you to your feet. “If you need another break let me know and I’ll cover for you,” he says quietly, pulling open the sliding glass door. A loud chorus of laughter and cheers sound at your arrival.

“Thanks,” you murmur out of the corner of your mouth, and he nods.

“Anytime.”

tags: @staarshines @obiwns @zoriis

Daisies

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader (Hanahaki!au)

Warnings: Blood, Somewhat graphic description of death, probably a shit ton of typos bc it's 3 am and I'm not ab to proofread this

Summary: You're so in love with Poe Dameron it's killing you. Literally.

A/N: this is half vent piece, half i've-wanted-to-write-this-for-a-while. also i changed how the disease "works" just a little bit for plot purposes.

You used to like daisies. That was before you were staring them down every few hours, leaned over the sink, blood dripping from your cracked lips.

You used to like Poe Dameron. That was before he started killing you.

Then again, you guess you still did. That’s why you were in this situation, after all.

At first, you’d ignored the signs of what you’d hoped wasn’t love - swallowed your words, caught the butterflies in a net and tossed them outside.

But it was getting harder and harder to do so.

You didn’t have much longer. You could tell.

Leia could too.

She’d first approached you after you’d run out of a meeting to hurl up seeds and blooms, waiting outside your quarters for you with a painful expression of pity and concern written across her face. You wish she’d erased it and just let you be.

But she wouldn’t - how could she? You were dying, right in front of her, refusing to take the help she offered.

To be fair, the help she was telling you to seek out would ruin you just the same as the thorns scratching at your lungs.

Getting that surgery and forgetting him would suffocate you more than any vines wrapped around your esophagus could.

You couldn’t do it. You knew you should. After all, this whole mess was your fault anyways. Catching feelings for your best friend wasn’t anyone else's fuck up but yours.

But you didn't think you’d be able to live with yourself if you let someone take the flowers out, and with them, any trace of Poe. The real problem is that you wouldn’t technically be living with yourself. Not anymore. You weren’t really yourself without him. That was what terrified you, what ate you up with guilt.

Because you knew he felt the same way.

Well, not the same way. But you knew that he relied on you, leaned on you.

And soon enough, he’d fall over. Because you'd be gone.

It was killing you. In more ways than one.

“Please, Lieutenant, just think about it,” the General pleads with you as the two of you walk to a debriefing meeting.

“I’ve thought about it,” you respond truthfully. You had. Still do. All the time. “I don’t like it.”

You go to enter the conference room, but her firm grip on your upper arm stops you. Hissing in pain, you whirl around, your angry expression fading as you meet her eyes. Were those tears?

“How do you think I like watching you wither away?”

You smile sadly at the irony of the sentence. It quickly fades as you process what she said. You truly hadn’t considered what this must look like to her. She must think you stubborn, too prideful to ask for help. Brash and inconsiderate.

“Don’t do that,” she says, tapping a finger to your forehead. “I don’t, and you know that. But I can’t say I understand why you won’t do it.”

“I just…” you trail off, silencing your thoughts as a group of runway techs pass by. Once they’ve cleared your vicinity, you continue, “It’s the same either way.”

“How so?” She isn’t mocking you. She’s asking, genuinely. Somehow, that’s worse.

“I die either way. Or at least, a part of me does. If I don’t get the surgery, I get more time with him - maybe a few months? It’ll still be me. If I...if I do get it, it won’t be me. Not really. It takes away all memories of him. I’ve known him for too long. I’ll be a completely different person, and the worst part is that I won’t even know.” you pause, eyes growing misty. “And neither will he. He won’t understand why I’m suddenly introducing myself to him like a new acquaintance.”

Leia’s eyes soften in understanding. “I see.” She pauses, taking your hand and covering it with her other one. “Well, I can’t tell you what to do, but-”

“Technically, you can. You outrank me. You outrank everyone.”

“Like you’ve ever really listened to anything I’ve said,” she quips, her words tugging the corners of your mouth upward slightly. “But I think you should reconsider. Or, you know…” she gestures vaguely, and a knot ties itself in your stomach.

“I can’t do that. He’s…” you pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing. “If he outright says he doesn’t, I’ll collapse right there. I can’t let him see that.”

Leia’s heart hurts for you. You shouldn’t be dealing with this. Not as young as you are. Not as bright as your future was.

She doesn’t say anything else, just nods in concession and follows you inside. She notes how Poe hopefully looks at you, and how you purposefully avoid his eyes. The upset on his face is clear as glass.

It happened on a Tuesday.

You’d collapsed in your quarters, drowning as one of the thorns punctured a lung and it filled with blood.

Poe found you.

You wish he hadn’t. It would’ve been easier.

But things never really did go your way, did they?

tags: @bucky-j-barnes @beydameron @staarshines

Hii! Idk if you have written that before (imm sorry if you did) but could I request a fic with Poe where the reader is really stressed and Poe helps them calm down? Thanks:)

hi!! sorry it took me a bit to get to this! here you go <3

Pairing: Poe Dameron x gn!reader (college!au)

Word count: 679

taglist: @staarshines @bucky-j-barnes @obiwns @userpoe

School is, to put it simply, kicking your ass.

Down a flight of stairs.

Into a brick wall. 

You find yourself tonight, like most other nights, holed up in your dorm room. You sit at your desk, a various assortment of papers and textbooks strewn about the space that wasn’t occupied by your open laptop. The sound of the keyboard clicking under your fingers is the only one in your otherwise-silent dorm room. At times like this, when you’re unable to stop yourself from working well into the obscene hours of the morning, you wish you could resist the tendencies you had to perfect every little detail. 

It isn’t news to you that doing what you so often do - writing papers until your eyes burn and your fingertips ache - isn’t good for you. 

You grab the pen you’ve stowed behind your ear and jot down a few bullet points of information, glancing back and forth between your writing and the book splayed open next to it to make sure you get the details right. 

Sighing, you let the pen fall from your fingers. You lean back in your chair, biting the inside of your lip as a wave of anxiety crests and crashes over you. You shouldn’t be worried, realistically. This paper isn’t due until next week. But the rigid schedule you’ve locked yourself into dictates that you need to finish this by tomorrow morning so that you can get a month-early jumpstart on another project, and if you couldn’t do that, then you wouldn’t be able to-

“Y/n? You in there?” 

The sound of a voice on the other side of your door pulls you out of your state of panic. 

You stretch as you stand, joints groaning in protest as you make your way across the room and open the door to find someone smiling at you from the hallway.

“Poe?” you ask blearily. “What’re you doing here?” You spare a glance down at your watch, eyes widening. “It’s almost two in the morning.” He sighs, shaking his head. 

“You know why.”

“I can promise you, I don’t,” you retort, pulling a smirk from his lips. 

“How long have you been working on that paper?”

“Not that long…” Your words fade away as you survey the concern on his face. You sigh. “Too long,” you admit, and he smiles sympathetically. “I could turn it in, but I just…It’s not good enough.”

“I read it over this evening after dinner, it was perfect,” he supplies, offering you another smile. You sigh, nodding. 

“Thanks.” When you don’t say anything else, opting to pick at your nails instead, Poe steps into your dorm, quietly shutting the door behind him. 

You stare at him in confusion as he flops down onto the small couch next to your bed and pulls out his laptop. 

“What are you doing?”

“If you’re going to work yourself into a stupor, I’m not going to let you do it alone,” he says simply as you make your way over and sit down next to him.

An emotion you slowly identify as gratitude floods your chest, and you can’t help the tears that prick at the corners of your eyes. Poe looks over at you, face crumpling as he notices. He shuts his laptop and tosses it onto your bed, wasting no time in pulling you into an embrace. 

“It’s just so much,” you croak out, throat constricting as you start to cry in earnest. Poe presses a kiss to your hair, tightening his hold on you.

“I know,” he says quietly, lifting a hand to rest on the back of your head, pushing it down into the crook of his neck. “I’m right here with you. You’re not alone, I’m right here.”

You bury your face in the collar of his sweater. You’ve been keeping everything - every bad grade, every sleepless night, every failed attempt - bottled up for the majority of the semester - for months. You knew it was bound to come to a head at some point. 

You’re glad Poe’s here when it does.

Pilot’s daughter

Words: 620

Warnings: None

SUMMARY: She is his biggest treasure. She means the world to him after his wife's death. After a long busy time, Poe Dameron finally decides to visit the most important person to him - his daughter.

Author: Cass

Poe walked along corridor, straight right to a hangar.

“Are you ready to go, buddy?” He asked looking down at droid that was rolling next to him.

BB-8 emitted so happy, exited beeps.

“I know, I know. I can't wait, too. I hope she will like her gift. Thank you for help by the way.” He said smiling at droid.

Poe got few days off. Truth was that being grounded was the worst thing that could ever happen to him but not this time. This time he had a very special place to visit and there was no option to him to miss the opportunity of going there.

Poe jumped into his X-wing. “I am coming, princess.” He said to himself with voice full of happiness.

After landing, he jumped out from his X-wing and looked around. He was surrounded by hills and fields full of wild flowers and cereals. This planet was beautiful and what the most important, it was safe, it was far away from First Order’s reach.

“Let’s go, buddy. We can’t be late.” He said with smile and headed toward small village, BB-8 was rolling right behind him.

It took them few minutes of walk before they reached their destination, it was a small, wooden hut.

Poe took deep breath and knocked to the door.

After short moment door was opened by a woman. Her expression changer from happiness into irritation as soon as she looked at him. “You and your droid? Here? I hoped that you forgot this year.” She said with a frown.

“It’s nice to see you too. Yes, me and BB-8 couldn’t forget about such a day. So please, at last today try to be polite. Can I come in?” Poe muttered.

Woman nodded and stepped aside letting them in. “Come in... I do this just for her and my sister. She is somewhere outside, playing with others but she should be back soon.”

Poe nodded, putting box on the table. “Listen... I really didn’t come here to fight. I never wanted to fight with you..”

“Just quit it. I hear it every time you are here, it makes me sick. I won’t change my mind, I let you in only because of her.” Woman muttered walking closer to window. “Speaking of all... I can see her.”

Poe immediately smiled and BB-8 started to happily roll around Poe. “Calm down, buddy.” He said and laughed softly.

Droid shivered softly but stopped politely next to Poe’s leg.

Small girl slowly pushed door open. Her dark hair was braided into beautiful long braid with flower crown on top of her head.

“I am back!” Girl said with big smile on her face as she entered home. She expected just one person inside, her gaze immediately went to Poe.

“Hey there.” Poe said and crouched looking at girl.

Girl gasped and quickly ran to him.

He smiled and gladly took her into his arms. Poe hugged girl tightly and picked her up. “Hey, princess. How are you? I missed you so much.”

Girl giggled and nuzzled to him. “You have came, just like you promised. I knew it! Auntie said you won’t come.”

Poe looked at woman a bit annoyed, then kissed girl’s head. “I would never forget about my little star. Never.”

“I knew it. I believed in you. I love you, daddy.” She said quietly.

“I love you too, princess.” Poe whispered. He felt nothing more than happiness. Right now in his arms he was holding the most important person in his whole life. The only person that kept him alive, the only person that reminded him about his past life. The only person that remained after his wife and their happy life...

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Imagine: Cuddling with Poe Requested by: @hail-kylo-ren  

“You know what? I love to cuddle with you,” Poe said quietly, nuzzling to your shoulder.“You smell so go, you are warm and soft. I wish I could hug you for every minute of my life.”

You smiled and stroked his hair.“I know this. Same goes to you.”

Poe wrapped his arm tighter around your waist, pulling you even closer, then he looked at you.“Do you know that you are beautiful?” He asked.

“I know this. You tell me this every day,” you said, stroking his cheek.

“Still not enough,” Poe sighed and nuzzled to your hair.

“Get to a room you two!” Snap muttered.

“Yea. We are really glad you two get along SO WELL but please, not in de middle of canteen during the dinner. I don’t want to get diabetes,” Jessica added.

You giggled and blushed deeply, patting Poe’s shoulder.“Poe… They are right. This isn’t a right place..”

He lazily moved his head away from your shoulder and nodded. “Well. So let’s go somewhere else!”

He picked you up and walked away with you in his arms.

AUTHOR: Cass

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Lights Out || Poe Dameron x Reader One Shot || (High School AU)

Summary: You're girlfriend of Poe Dameron. He fools you that he needs some help with learning. Soon, it turns out that he lied only to spend some time with you. How the things will end?

Warnings: none

Words: 2020

Author: Cass

A/N: This fic was written for @justsomewritingprompts ‘ s writing challenge. I had: Scenarios: 15 Study Date || Quote: 14. “Sweetheart, I cannot even begin to tell you how much you mean to me” || items: 11. Candles

"Finally." You muttered to yourself as you heard knocking on the door. Poe was supposed to be here half an hour ago to study with you but somehow he was late this time.

You quickly jogged to the door and opened them with a smile on your lips. It was no one else but Poe indeed, but you blinked surprised when you saw a puppy in his arms. "What BB is doing here...?" You asked and looked at your boyfriend.

With a huge grin on his lips, Poe leant towards you to place a little kiss to your cheek. "I didn't know when I'll be back, so I took him with me. I didn't want him to sit in my room alone, you know," he explained clearly, smile never left his face. "So, you're ready? Because I am," he laughed shortly, entering your room and putting corgi down on the floor. "Where we will start? Do you have some plans?"

You giggled when puppy ran to you, you gently pet its head and looked at Poe. "I told you yesterday that I will be ready, and you have to tell me what's your problem," you reminded him as you sat on your bed, puppy immediately joined you. "So? What subject gives great Poe Dameron such a big trouble that he needs his girlfriend to help him?” You asked, looking at him. 

"Trigonometry," he said simply, spreading his arms in helplessness. "It's about trigonometry, Y/N."

Young man approched your bed and took a seat next to you. He petted his puppy, sighing. "If you won't help me, I'll fail last exam. And it'll mean I won't get scholarship for next semester," he explained simply.

You blinked even more surprised than moment ago when you saw BB. "Uhm, really? I have seen you during the classes, it didn't look like you have a problem with trigonometry but okay. I am sure you know the best what kind of help you need. I will go get my books."

After a short moment, you returned to him with two thick handbooks. "Okay, this should be an enough help for you. You should be happy that my parents and brother are away, we will have peace and quiet to learn," you summed up, sitting back on your previous place.

Poe took books from you and opened one of them lazily. He read one of the pages for a little while, then looked back at you. "Okay. But please, explain me how shall I be solving this quadratic equation, hmm?" Poe asked.

You picked up a big notebook that you were always using during the classes. "Okay, so come closer and I will try my best to explain you everything, and next time pay more attention during classes, don't goof around with your pals, okay?" You kissed his cheek with a smile. "Okay, let's start."

Then you started to explaining him every little detail in every step of solving the mathematical problem that he should make. You enjoyed this, not only a fact that you were helping him but also the fact that he was so close. His chest pressed against your back and his head on your shoulder made you feel relaxed and calm.

Poe was pretending that he was listening to your words. Truth was, however, that after a short while he started falling asleep. He felt this blackness came over him. Like a blanket, but not a blanket of warmth but a blanket of coldness making Poe shiver slightly. But somehow it's making his eyes felt heavier and heavier. He finally closed his eyes, nuzzling more to your shoulder, his arm wrapped around your waist.

You were deep in your thoughts, explaining him everything. You really wanted to help him, because he was your boyfriend. "... then you need to move this here, and sum this numbers here, and you will get what you need, do you understand?"

You waited for a little but received no answer. "Poe?" You looked on your shoulder with a corner of your eye, and couldn't believe the view. "Poe Dameron, are you serious right now?!" You raised your voice, growling slightly at the young man.

The anger was building in you, how could he be sleeping when you were trying to help him?!

Poe opened his eyes lazily, yawning. "What? Uhm, no, no, I meant yes, sum stuff," he mumbled and kissed your cheek. "To be honest, I know what are you talking about. Truth is," he yawned again and got up, rubbing his temple, "I am good at math. I don't need any help. I've came here because we spend not enough time together lately, and I miss you, Y/N," Poe explained openly.

You looked at him and couldn't believe his words. It was truth that you were focused on your own stuff, you only had some time for each other during breaks between classes but still, this really got onto your nerves.

"Poe, I understand but..." You raised your voice again but suddenly were cut off by darkness.

The whole house went dark. "Oh, for God's sake," you rolled your eyes.

"Lights out again, huh?" Poe giggled. "Do you have candles? We can lit them up."

You let out a deep sigh. "Yes, dad said he fixed this," you muttered and pulled out your phone to turn on the flashlight. "I think that mom put all candles in one of the cabinets in the hallway, we just need to look for them, because I am not sure in which one they're set."

You got up from bed and walked to the door, you opened them and entered the hall.

You started to roam through cabinets as soon as you got to them. "If you find any candles, please, don't touch the black ones. Ben has some freaking seventh sense and he even knows when someone dared to touch his precious stuff." you muttered.

"Your brother is emo, isn't he? Sometimes he reminds me about that young boy, the vocalist of that German band, Tokio Hotel. But fortunately, Ben doesn't wear make-up. Yet... Or am I wrong?" Poe peeked into one of the cabinets and clapped his hands. "Got 'em, Y/N!"

You laughed loudly and shrugged. "Maybe a little bit, it's hard to tell who he truly is. Mom says it's just a phase but it's weird. Makeup... Well. I don't know anything about this.. But once I found my eyeliner in his room. Let's hope it won't get worst."

You kissed his cheek and smiled. "Take them to the living room and I will go to find a lighter and maybe something to eat for BB and us," you said, and then walked to the kitchen.

"Lighter isn't needed, I got one in my pocket, you know that I am into cigarettes," Poe lit three candles, placing them into candlestick, he put it on the counter of your desk. "BB and I would be happy if you would share that delicious turkey your mom has made on Sunday!"

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. "Okay, I will see if we have leftovers," you answered.

After a few minutes, you came back with a two big plates and one smaller. "Here, something for us and something for your little buddy," you said after putting plates on their places.

You sat on the couch next to Poe. "I guess I need to wait until tomorrow. Dad will have to fix the light again, or mom will just call a specialist," you giggled and started to eat.

Poe did too, but he also put little plate on the floor, so BB could have eaten, too. "You ain't mad at me?" He asked.

"To be honest, I am a bit mad. I really thought you are in trouble when it comes to school, I was worried. You could have simply told me that you wanna hang out, you know I would gladly accept it," you looked at him. "It wasn't a nice thing to trick me like this. Don't do this again," you warned him and looked down at the puppy. "It's getting late," you noticed.

"It is, apparently. Was it a slight attempt to get rid of me and BB?" Poe laughed warmly. "Don't worry, we'll head back home soon. You still have to review the material for test."

"I already did that, Poe. You said we don't spend much time together, and it's weekend. You think your dad would be mad if you would stay with me? I am slightly afraid of the darkness, I don't want to be alone and we could spend some time together," you offered softly, looking at him.

"I will call him, soon. Don't worry. I guess he won't have anything against that idea."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

In the darkness your cuddles were feeling like a little touch of heaven, warm, together, cozy.

Poe wished he could extend the night just so he could stay close to you for longer, safe in your embrace.

Your arms were wrapped right around him, bringing a peace he's never known before, a calming of the storms in young man's heart. He knew it's you that was giving him hope for the future. In your embrace, Poe started to believe that there was nothing out there to fear. "I love that little moments when we're together. No one else counts but we. Priceless," Peo hummed lazily into your ear.

You purred quietly and smiled. "I know, sweetie. I am so sorry if you ever thought that I neglect you or something like this," you said and kissed his jawline, then put the head to his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Poe was a blessing, you couldn't ask for more. He was always there when you needed him, and even when you didn't, and maybe especially then. You were so deeply in love with him.

"I love you, Y/N," Poe whispered into your ear. "Sweetheart, I cannot even begin to tell you how much you mean to me." he added.

His fingers were tangled in your hair as he kissed your temple. "You're my everything."

You hummed quietly at his words. "I love you too, Poe. You are my world," you said before kissing him softly on the lips.

Rest of the evening went rather quickly. You snuggled with Poe under a soft, warm blanket. Soon, both of you fell asleep in each others' arms.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

You woke up next morning to the view of your brother's face right above your own.

"For God's sake, Ben! Do you want me to die on heart attack?!" You growled at him.

"Mom! He is here again! Why is he in my house again?!" Ben yelled, and you in the meantime gently touched Poe's cheek in an attempt to wake him up.

"First of all, it's not only your house. Second, good morning sweetheart, and hi, Poe," Leia said with a kind smile as she stepped into living room.

Poe got up quickly, stretching his shirt. "Morning, ma'am. I am sorry, we've learnt for a long hours, I happened to fall asleep, so Y/N decided to let me stay."

"Hi mom," you muttered and nuzzled to Poe's shoulder.

"I bet you two got laid," Ben said with a smile.

You facepalmed and shook your head. "No, I was helping him with math, it took us long, plus light went off again and I didn't want to sit alone," you grunted, rolling your eyes.

"Oh, that's so sweet of you, Y/N. You see? I told you we should have called professionals," Leia said, turning to Han. He only rolled his eyes.  "Now I will make breakfast for three of you." Your mother added looking back at you.

You smiled and nodded. "Sounds perfect, right sweetie?" You looked at Poe. "Oh, by the way. Good morning," then you kissed his cheek and skipped to the kitchen.

Ben frowned looking at Poe. "I hate you." 

"Get used to me better," Poe chuckled slightly. "Maybe one day in the future you'll be my brother-in-law," Dameron wiggled his brow and followed you. "Y/N, wait for me!"

𝓓𝓪𝔂 18 - Intense disagreements || Poe Dameron x fem!reader

Masterlist

Summary: As soon as you spotted Poe with another girl, you became enraged. Poe finds an unexpected way to relieve your anger when you both return to your quarters.

Warnings: smut (unprotected)

Word count: ~ 2400

Author: Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Angry Sex

"How could you do that?!" I yell at Poe. “Are you sleeping with her, huh?!” The word anger seems appropriate when I describe my feelings, but perhaps furious would be a better description of the current situation I and Poe are in.

"How could I do what? Why are you so insistent on arguing about everything?" Dameron raises his tone, standing right behind me.

As I turn around, my body shaking from all the pent up anger, "What the hell are you thinking?" I scream at him.

"Do you have any idea how delusional you are?" He asks, his tone oh so condescending.

I feel like slapping Poe, for the way he acts, always so confident and sure of himself, sometimes it almost seems like he doesn't care about anyone else. "I'm delusional?" I roll my eyes  while Dameron pushes me hard against the door, causing my back to hit it. “You were with some other woman, how am I supposed to react, huh?!”

Before I protest and make Poe feel sorry for his move, his lips are on mine, claiming, possessing.

My hands are on Poe's shirt, ready to yank him off, but instead I pull him toward me, as Dameron deepens the kiss, tongue probing and devouring. As his hands move from my face to my hips, pulling my body against him, I moan in anticipation.

Like a fire, I feel his desire growing and burning.

The fingers of my left hand find their way into his hair as I tug at his scalp with a strange mix of anger and lust in my heart.

"Ah," Dameron croans into my mouth, breaking the kiss as one hand grazes over my backside, cupping me; his other hand holds my neck, giving it a slight squeeze before pulling me forward into his embrace.

As much as I want to ravage Poe, there is nothing delicate about how he holds me, about the way he holds my ass and my neck. Dameron palms my breast roughly through my blouse as his hand moves downward.

Feeling my need as strong as his, I willingly, mindlessly arch into his touch.

As he steps back an inch to look at my face, Dameron hisses, "Do you know how mad you make me?" His eyes are so alive, so brazen.

"Show me," I dare him with my chin high, and the next instant I find myself with my front against the door and my hands at my back, Poe holding me still.

My blouse is torn after he pulls me back, allowing just enough space between the door and me for his hand to fit. I revel in anticipation of his touch, but what I don't anticipate is my blouse being torn in half. "Hey! Do you have fucking idea how much I spent on this blouse on Canto Bight?!"

I'm too shocked to react as Poe tugs my jeans down next, letting my hands go in the process. This gives me the leverage I need to push myself against the door and turn around.

"Not so soon," Poe replies dismissively when I try the same; I wriggle his pants against the door as my panties are the next to be torn.

When I am left standing with only my bra, I feel the warmth of Poe's body behind me; I push up towards Poe, teasing him. And then Dameron spanks me.

The strange sensation of pain and desire causes me to breathe out loudly.

He spanks me again, on the other ass cheek and my ear is nipped as he whispers, "Do you want me to show you?" His hands move from my hips towards my front and he yanks down my bra, pooling my breasts into his warm, calloused hands, as though weighing them.

I can feel the cold wood against my nipple as it hardens under his inspection; Poe tugs at my nipple a few times until I'm sure I might burst.

The tugging and squeezing of Dameron against my breasts make me clench up my legs; Dameron wants me to plead, and I might, if I weren't so mad at him.

I am being tortured on purpose by him for revenge.

Poe stops his movements as a throaty, utterly masculine and a beautiful groan emancipates from him; I grind back against him, letting him know my purpose; his jeans scraping against my bare skin feels amazing.

After a few moments, his right hand leaves my hip and I hear his belt buckle being undone and his jeans falling to the ground.

Poe's left hand stays on my breasts, continuing the assault, while his right hand spreads my legs, finding the sweet spot between them which is pooling with moisture; he groans hard at the contact, grinding his erection at the crease of my backside. His fingers take up a punishing rhythm at the very first instant, determined to get me there without a moment's delay.

My hands thrash back on his shoulder as I cry out helplessly. His eyes are fixed on me the whole time, I can easily feel it.

Within minutes, I'm on the brink; my body tightens, ready for the last touch to push me off when his fingers stop moving. I know this game, but that doesn't make me less resilient to it; it only means more frustration and anger. In a trance, I open my eyes to see Poe smiling down at me, that pure masculine, smug smile of his.

In the next second, his fingers pick up where they left off so abruptly, rubbing viciously at my already swollen clitoris.

"Oh God!" I moan, biting my lip and trying not to smile because I don't want him to know that he is doing this to me, although it is obvious he is doing it humorlessly.

He stops again, exactly at the same point he left earlier. His voice is dark as he tells me, "This is your punishment, on the edge and helpless. I feel this way every time you argue with me without a fucking reason, Y/N."

Inhaling heavily, I process his words, so raw and ardent.

He spreads my legs with one knee, pulling me back a few inches, not totally standing nor completely bent over, but just at his mercy. "Now, it's time for my fucking reward."

I hold onto the door, bracing myself.

I feel him seething deep inside me as he pushes in one long, hard thrust, letting out a grunt.

Incoherent sounds escape me as I tighten my grip on the door to brace myself.

"Fuck, you're so wet. Fighting me turns you on," Dameron states in a low, strangled voice.

As he pulls back, holding my hips as leverage, he surges forward in a flash; he keeps up the pace, the rhythm, each thrust harder and deeper leaving a beautiful, unbelievable impact on my body; the door begins to rattle with the brute force of Poe, as I feel myself floating towards the abyss, moaning for him like a cheap whore. The sounds he makes with every movement, so distinct and pleasurable, make me sprint rather than walk towards the finish line.

He places a soft kiss in the middle of my shoulder blades, a stark contrast to the brutal rhythm he has set and I cry out as the most intense wave hits me and I surrender to it; his fingers on my hips dig deep into my skin, leaving no doubt; he thrusts twice and falls heavily upon me, a grunt rolling off his parted lips.

Trying to catch our breaths, his hand wraps around my midriff as his nose breathes heavily into my hair. I have completely lost my grip on the door, and his hand and the other on the door are all that keep me from collapsing.

When I shift around in his embrace, facing Poe and wrapping my arms around his neck, soft, feather-like kisses turn into possessive ones; leaning forward, Poe bites on my lower lip as he lifts my legs up to wrap them around his hips.

Poe's eyes light up as I move against the feel of him, changing from calm and relaxed to passionate and ardent; I smile sheepishly at him, marvelling at the fact that I still have some control over him, even if it's not much.

A little of the excitement rubs off on me as Dameron states, "You're going to be the death of me one day, Y/N."

While I kiss Poe, unwilling to accept this is the part where we cuddle and sleep, I find myself softly landing on the bed with my man hovering over on top of me; I didn't even realise earlier he walked to our shared bed with me in his arms.

The journey of his lips doesn't stop there; it continues forward, or rather southward, as he kisses my forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, lips, neck; kissing the exact spot where I can feel my pulse, licking, nibbling, and sucking my breasts, dipping his tongue into my navel and swirling it, my pubic bones, upper thighs, my knees, calves; he acts like a starving animal.

Poe looks down at me after slowly taking my right leg and placing it on his shoulder; his tingers run lightly against the skin on the back of my thigh.

Despite the fact that Poe has never made me feel insecure or shy in the bedroom, when he's looking down at me so intimately, I can't help but try to pull my legs together, which is impossible.

Looking every bit the devil he is, smooth and sinful, how could I ever resist Poe as he looks into my eyes like that? How could I possibly resist as the corners of his lips turn up in that grin of his?

As he kisses my clit and pushes my other leg onto his shoulder too, spreading me to his desire, his mouth moves downwards and he breathes deeply, closing his eyes; I'm watching every movement he makes.

After kissing the spot, Dameron says, "You smell wonderful, like sex and my precum."

As he spends the next few minutes kissing, I become frustrated, lifting my hips to increase the pressure of his lips on me, digging my hands into his shoulders, letting Poe know what he must be doing.

A smile spreads across his face as he thrusts his right hand's first two fingers towards my lips. "Suck," Dameron commands me simply, and I comply, imagining that it's his cock that I'm sucking, imagining his taste on my tongue as he holds my chin and angles me, pivoting his hips forward and forward, coating my throat with his precum.

While I moan around his fingers, he pulls them away from my mouth despite my protests; he moves his now wet fingers around my nipples and navel, leaving a damp trail behind. I feel his wet fingers pulling my lips apart, and his eyes are scrutinising me.

Dameron asks, "Do you want to see how wet you are?" He pushes both of his fingers deep into me, and I feel myself clamp down around him. Pulling them out, he draws a line just above. His fingers trace the same path as earlier, but backwards, circling my navel, my nipples, and then pushing into my mouth.

Poe's fingers taste salty and sweet with a trace of his precum and my juices mixed together; biting on his fingers I pull them deeper into my mouth, holding my hand on his wrist, not letting him pull them back.

I watch Poe rubbing against the edge of the bed as he growls, "Baby, what the fuck are you doing?"

As his teeth bite down on me again, I cry out; he pulls out his fingers and starts cupping my right breast; his tongue comes out, probing me open and licking precisely where it should; Poe squeezes my breast mercilessly as his tongue is pushed into my pussy; he starts slurping loudly and I roll my head back. In a deadly combination of his fingers, teeth, and tongue, I scream his name while arching against the bed, cumming hardly.

When he climbs up, he lets my legs off his shoulders, and I see his lips shine with my arousal. He kisses my neck, my mouth, and flips me around so that I'm on top of him.

Straddling him, I lift myself up, holding his hard cock in one hand until I'm just a few inches away from his dick.

"That's it, girl," he breathes sharply as I sink lower onto him, feeling myself being stretched delightfully. Despite how much it kills me, I stop when Poe is only half-way inside of me and pull him out.

"Fuck," Poe curses loudly, his head rolls back on the pillow.

Using the tip of Poe, I rub myself on the spot I need the most.

His face is filled with confidence and utter satisfaction. Through clenched teeth, Peo starts, "About what I said earlier..."

"Yes?" I ask, throwing my own head back, bucking my hips back and forth, his hands tightening around my hips. I’m curious what he’ll tell me.

He says, "I didn't mean to flirt with her, but you should know Zorii and I were a thing in the past," and I sink onto him completely, letting out a ragged breath as his hard shaft spreads my pussy so thoroughly. "Oh, fuck, Y/N!" Dameron yells as he pivots into me and strikes me sharply and hard; his hips moving up and down in an attempt to meet all of my movements.

As a sudden orgasm hits me, I stop everything I'm doing and moan his name loudly, my entire body feeling like it's been torn in two; my pussy burning, my juices and release pouring down as the knot built within my abdomen snapped.

Poe continues to pound unreservedly, his grip on my hips tightens, and moments later, he lies beneath me, muscles and nerves bulging. I can feel his warm, thick seed pouring deep inside of me as he lets out an animalistic cry.

I kiss his sweat-covered chest, feeling his heart beat so rapidly under my ears as I fall onto it in the process.I drift off to sleep with Poe still inside me when Dameron says, a mischievous grin dancing on his lips, "Now I understand why you got so angry. You love me a lot."