#» headcanon → poe dameron.

[blue-sadie]

Blinded By Feelings

Armitage Hux, Cal Kestis, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Anakin Skywalker

They have feelings for you their enemy

Armitage Hux

He hated you even through he's never met you, he loathed your very being and it only increased when he met you, you were another general that to fought to be the best.

And when you two were together in a meeting or just in passing in the corridors you two would bicker like children over plans or random things that was annoying one of you that day.

He would only realize his feelings when a storm trooper would ask him but he would tell them to shut up and threaten them saying he would throw him into space if he ever spoke something so ridiculous again, but it would cloud his mind days after that.

He would feel disgusted by himself and avoid you by all cost but his efforts went to waste when you come back injured from a mission and he would make it his personal mission to take you to the med bay and scold you at the same time.

"You are stupid as the rebellion if you think you would not get scolded for your actions you could've gotten yourself killed next time at least tell me first so I can get you better storm troopers"

Cal Kestis

You joined the crew way before he did and had a stronger bond with greez and cere he was kinda jealous it wasn't much of a hatred thing he just found you kinda annoying to be around and would avoid being with you.

Every time you tried talking to him he would ignore you or when you saved him countless times he would just give you a forced thank you but nothing more.

The thing that made him notice is that you would start showing up in his dreams more or when he meditates, he'd find it annoying at first but he'd start thinking about you more and more.

He'd start listening and paying more attention to you which not only freaked you out but the other crew members to, during one of the missions he'd actually listen to your ideas instead of shutting you up.

"You have some really good ideas I should've started listening to you sooner, I'm sorry about that by the way I guess I was just jealous of you"

Poe Dameron

You were the rebellions best mechanic and the person that would work on his x-wing without his consent he'd hate it even though it needed to be done, he hates it more when you'd leave sticky notes telling him about the up grades you've done to his ship.

He would complain to Leia about you but she'd just laugh and tell him off because your just doing your job so then he'd come complain directly to you but you'd just ignore him continuing on his next up grade.

He'd have a few people tell him that he probably has a crush on you because of him talking about you so much but what really makes him realize is when he sees you talking to others guys and the jealousy he feels.

When returning from one of his missions his x-wing battered and needing repairs he'd actually come straight to you to ask you to repair it for him.

"I know I found it annoying but I've come to realize your up grades are kinda.... helpful after saving me a few times so what I'm trying to say is I'd like you to continue working on my ship"

Din Djarin

Your were an assassin, killing off the high end people most bounty hunters were afraid to kill, you've also killed a few of his bountys making him pissed.

He's only ever layed eyes on you a few times in crowed bars or a desolate street he doesn't really care about knowing you because why would he get to know his enemy a thief.

He'd only start looking out for you more when you saved him from an ambush you shot his captures in the head and threw him a gun before disappearing again.

He'd be against the idea of ever actually falling for you because of his past experiences but after some more encounters with you he'd would stop you before you vanish again.

"You can reject this offer but I'm still putting it out there, I want you to join me us, it would be alot easier we work together then you stealing my bountys so what do you say"

Anakin Skywalker

You are master windus padowan and the person he's always compared to why can't you be like yn why can't you take after her, it was something he heard almost everyday which makes him hate you.

He hates how kind you are even through his hateful words he spits your way or when you'd sometimes take the fall for one of his stupid plans he never even thanks you.

He like hux only got the realization when you got hurt, you'd taken a hit that was ment for him, the panic he felt as he watched you fall made him snap and kill whoever did it.

He'd spend day and night by your bedside in the medbay pacing back and forth as he tried thinking about his feelings, they'd only calm down when he sees you awake.

"Don't do that ever again do you hear me, you don't deserve to be here especially because of me I should be in this bed instead of you, do you know what you put me through I thought I lost you"

[weirdnotal]

Somewhere in the multiverse, Ben Solo, Rey, Fin, Poe, and Grogu have tons of great uncles and an amazing great aunt

Luke thinks he's gonna freak, but Dins just like: obviously this what every family unit should look like duh

No, Hans does not know how to feel about all the Boba fett lookalikes. He doesn't wanna talk about it.

[female-hysterics]

Thots on Poe eating you out making you come over and over until you're a sobbing mess and then absolutely blowing your back out telling you how pretty you look even though your makeup is smeared and you're flushed

😩👌

Poe is the king of eating you out.

He would happily spend his entire night between your legs. He doesn’t mind if you ride his face, or if you’re on your hands and knees while he licks into you from behind, or even if you are standing in the shower while he’s on his knees in front of you. He just loves eating you out. There probably has even been times where you had to force Poe’s face away from between your thighs because he just get’s a single-minded focus on pulling orgasm after orgasm from you and he doesn’t realize you’re sobbing from the overstimulation. 

Those days, after you force your trembling hand between your soaked folds and his hungry mouth, he would blink up at you almost in a daze before finally leaning up on his knees with a soft kiss pressed to each trembling thigh. You sag in relief at the small break.

Then you wail as he hitches your legs around his hips and pushes inside you. His thick girth stretching your sensitive walls in the most delicious way and you swear you can feel every vein and ridge in his cock as he bottoms out.

“Such a pretty baby. Stars, you’re beautiful. Did I ever tell you that, baby? Ever tell you how simply gorgeous you are?” Poe whispers, looking at you with heated adoration, and you stare up at him with bleary eyes.

He’s been drawing orgasms from you for hours now, your body drenched in sweat and you were pretty sure you were drooling, but his dark eyes stared at you like you were the most precious thing he’s ever seen. It made a small whimper bubble up your throat and a grin curled his lips.

“Why don’t I show you how pretty I think you are?”

[eyelessfaces]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT IMAGINE having like a pam/jim relationship with poe

like you're dating that guy on base that treats you like shit (like roy) and poe has to watch from afar. he's your friend and he knows he could treat you so much better, could treat you the way you deserve to be treated.

he sometimes gets carried away and flirts because howcanhenotwhenyouarethewayyouareandhessohelplesslyinlovewithyou and even though you're receptive he knows he can't get anything out of it because you're stuck in that shitty relationship.

I can imagine the same first kiss scene where he just admits he loves you and kisses you even though he knows it's wrong but he just can't keep it for himself any longer because it hurts too much

[hoedamn-eron]

oscar isaac characters with an s/o who subtly paints the furniture

Saw this on Insta and thought it was really cute so have some blurbs 😊

If there is any I have missed that you would like to see, let me know (but bear in mind I have not seen all of Oscar's performances so may turn some down!)

Steven Grant

Once he saw it, he was confused as to where it came from, because he doesn't remember it being there before

But then he catches you painting another flower on the skirting board one slow Sunday afternoon

Thinks it's the cutest fucking thing he's ever seen

It brings a bit of brightness into the flat

When he approaches you about it you’re immediately apologising since you actually only spend half your time at the flat

“Don’t be silly, I want to know if I can join you?”

Marc Spector

Noticed at the same time as Steven

Was also confused because he couldn't remember if it was there before or not

Feels like he's losing the plot a little because more small paintings keep popping up but he isn't sure where they're coming from

Finally notices it's you when you've left your paints out on the coffee table one afternoon when you've had to rush to work

And it all just clicks in his mind

Goes out and buys you all the paint you want because he wants all your artwork on the walls

Jake Lockley

Honestly, he spotted you the first time you did it, like immediately

Loves that you do it, thinks it's cute

But he also thinks it hilarious to add onto your artwork and not tell you

So much so that you think you're losing the plot, because "you do not remember painting a duck with those flowers?"

He plays ignorant, obviously

But you catch him one day painting and wordlessly join him

Now it's become a weekly thing you do together

Llewyn Davis

Poor baby doesn't have furniture

But he crashes as yours quite a bit and he's noticed the small pieces dotted around your apartment

He likes them, he thinks they're cute

He was out auditioning one night when he noticed his guitar, there was a bunch of daisies painted on the back

His guitar is his pride and joy, and if it were anyone else he'd be fuming

But he's not

He feels warm, like a piece of you is with him wherever he goes

Now every gig he does, he comes to you, and asks you to do another painting, "for luck"

Blue Jones

This one is a bit risky

Because there isn't an awful lot of recreation in the asylum, so you bribed some orderlies to get you some paint

And you got a total of three colours, but that's fine, you can make it work

Brings a bit of brightness to the asylum, since everything is grey

Blue is pissed and wants to know who is doing them

You, somehow, manage to break into Blue's office and - essentially - throw up a middle finger at him, and do a bunch of paintings around his office, in really obvious places

He catches you in the act since he comes back from lunch early

You're fucked

He has you on your hands and knees, scrubbing at each painting in his office, then he puts you in solitary for two weeks and has your paints disposed of

However, he notices a small painting of lavender under his desk that was missed in the clean up

He keeps it there

Nathan Bateman

You wouldn't dare, his coffee table alone costs more than your rent does in a year

Richard Alonso Muñoz

You already have your paintings up in the house so he loves whatever artwork you do

Honestly, I don't think you'd hide it from Richard, he probably told you to go nuts when you moved in

Takes photos of your work all the time to show his buddies at the prison

Some of the prisoners have asked if you can come in and do an art class for them, which you are happy to do on a weekend when you have more free time

Richard has put in the request but it hasn't been approved yet

Richard starts buying the seeds/bulbs for flowers you paint, to go in the front garden

Learns all about them in books, and how to take care of them

Now and then requests you to paint a flower he's seen in said books

Poe Dameron

Like Blue, gets confused on who is painting across the base, but obviously isn't pissed about it

Gets seriously confused when he finds one of the paintings in his personal room

He asks BB-8 but he hasn't a clue either

Until one day, BB-8 comes to Poe with a small little painting of Poe, of all things, on him

But BB-8 is so amused about it that he doesn't tell Poe

He catches you when you're painting something on his X-Wing

Scares the living daylights out of you when he calls you and asks what you're doing

You apologise, and tell him you'll take it off as soon as

But he tells you not to bother, because it's a - albeit crude because of the size - little portrait of you, and him, and BB-8

He refuses to wash it off and if it ever fades, instantly asks you to redo it

When you get married, he paints on wedding rings

Santiago Garcia

You're his roommate since you worked together in the forces

He had no idea you could paint

Strangely doesn't catch you for the longest time

He thinks it's Benny playing a trick on him, or Frankie

Grills them for the longest time until you finally admit it was you

You tell him it helps with the nightmares, that it calms your mind

After that, Santi doesn't bother you with it

When he sees you painting on his dining table leg, he makes you a coffee and just sits next to you and watches silently

Now every time you tell him you're going to paint, he comes and just sits, watching you

It's therapeutic for you both

[ivystoryweaver]

🤔headcannons for poe with someone shy and quiet? we all know that boys a talker and a people person<3

Poe IS a people person. He is so easy to talk to.

But for the shiest person, even Mr. Charming Dameron has to make an effort.

And he's happy to.

He smiles a lot; he’s kind and encouraging

Poe endeavors to lower his personal volume around you. But sometimes his boisterous laugh gets away from him.

He makes sure to mirror your body language. If you withdraw a step, so does he.

He saves you a seat in meetings or when it's time to eat. But he doesn't call out your name or wave you over. You can either take the seat or not. You know it's there for you.

During trainings, he quietly checks in with you once everyone is working on their own, in case you have any questions

But he doesn’t just assume your silence is confusion. In fact, he makes it a point to seek out your opinion or advice.

He finds you to be quite opinionated once your have the floor

He asks you open-ended questions. If he sees you stammer, he gives you a second. But if you get stuck, he just asks you something else instead.

Sometimes he’ll ramble on endlessly before he remembers that you might need some time or space to share your thoughts.

So he learns to be comfortable with silence.

These moments grant him an opportunity to study your profile, while you’re reading, stargazing, fixing something, concentrating. He relishes the chance to watch you unguarded.

Hushed moments with you are something he comes to cherish

He learns your interests and makes a point to ask you about them often.

He loves to witness your shy smile when you see him approaching - it’s like a secret between the two of you

After a while, you find you can hold his gaze a little longer

He loves to see you melt when his fingertips brush any available skin. He knows he's getting somewhere when your eyes flutter and dip, but you lean in for more

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[nowritingonthewall]

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

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

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

Domestic headcanons with Poe (x gn!reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That’s when the tears tend to flow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[winniethewife]

Oscar Isaac Characters as angsty Quotes/Lyrics

Steven Grant: I am not a violent dog, I don't know why I bite

Marc Spector: I am not your pet, I never liked you, I don't care about you, I won't wait for you. I bite.

Jake Lockley: I suppose if it worked, we'd be dead already

Llewyn Davis: I Know I could have Loved you (But you would not let me) 

Kane: I'm well beyond you now, and travelling very fast

Leto Atreides: No good deed goes unpunished

Blue Jones: It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.

Nathan Bateman: Genius must ever be imperfect.

Santiago Garcia: A hero of war, Is that what they see? Just medals and scars, So damn proud of me.

Abel Morales: I can pardon everybody’s mistakes except my own.

William Tell: I lost a game you couldn't even lose in.

Poe Dameron: When heroes fall from the sky, many more will learn to fly.

Rydal Keener: If you're not having me nor I you that doesn't mean I will stop loving you 

Peter Roiter: I love you in every universe

Mikael Boghosion: I got soul, but I'm not a soldier

Miguel O'hara: Listen, don't meet your heroes. If you meet your heroes, you're always going to be disappointed.

Jonathan Levy: Maybe then you could've loved me like you don't know how to

Outcome 3: I could disappear forever and it wouldn’t make a difference.

Orestes: If I'm a pagan of the good times, My lover's the sunlight

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[dameronscopilot]

just wanted to let you know if you ever wanted to write abt poe damerons uhhh oral fixation I am ALL ears

Poe Dameron's Oral Fixation

Poe Dameron x f!reader

Content: 18+ NSFW, smut, oral fixation, p in v, oral sex, rimming

Poe Dameron's mouth is never idle.

If he’s not using it to bark out orders and commands to his team, he’s doling out quips and remarks with a lazy grin spread across his face. Even when he’s quietly listening, he’ll often run the tips of his fingers along his bottom lip or press the cool metal of the chain hanging around his neck to his mouth. And his tongue? His goddamn tongue can never stay put—if it’s not sliding between the seam of his lips, he’s subconsciously running it over his teeth.

...but how does his oral fixation carry over into the bedroom?

First and foremost, you never quite knew what it meant to have someone kiss you like they were fucking your mouth until you met Poe Dameron. The way he kisses you alone is enough to leave you dizzy and wet, clenching your thighs together as your arousal soaks through your underwear.

Point blank: he'll suck on your tits like his life depends on it. Nipple orgasms are real, and Poe is an expert in the subject. (Sometimes, he likes to just bury his face in your breasts, slowly lapping at them as he ruts against you.)

Poe took your fingers into his mouth while you were riding him once, and the two of you discovered just how goddamn hard sucking on the digits makes him come (so naturally, it became a regular thing).

This man shoves his tongue in your ass like nobody's business. Ass worship isn't enough to describe it.

Finally, Poe's single favorite place for his mouth to be: buried between your thighs, thrusting his tongue in and out of your throbbing cunt. If you could handle a championship level of edging, Poe would be more than happy to spend hours upon hours lapping at your slick, dripping folds.

(And the feeling of you trembling against him, whining and moaning when you do finally gush all over his tongue, is enough to have Poe coming in his pants before you've even gotten a chance to wrap your lips around his cock.)

[oscarisaacsspit]

his impulsive thoughts continue to win

[castiwls]

"stay close to the people who feel like sunlight"

being a skywalker and best friends with poe...

Your Luke’s kid and the youngest in your family. 

Growing up you were close with your dad as it was mainly just the two of you (your mum was never in the picture)

Like most of your family, you were powerful in the force and in turn, your dad made the decision to train you with your cousin.

You and Poe met when you were kids through a small gathering of such. Old rebellion members would try and meet every few months and it was the Dameron's time to host.

You and Poe were adjoined at the hip after.

You both seemed to fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. You both had a love for flying and both wanted to one day help the galaxy if needed (It would be)

You were kinda opposites in terms of Poe being more impulsive while you were a bit better at thinking things out.

But that was just part of the reason why you both worked so well together.

You’d both stayed in contact mainly through comm calls while you were still with your dad.

Poe thought it was incredibly cool that his best friend was a Jedi.

When Ben fell to the dark side and destroyed the temple it was Poe who you ran to.

You told him everything about what had happened. You were shocked but not surprised that Ben had fallen.

“I Should have seen it coming, the signs were all there…now they're all dead.” Poe shook his head at your words. “No. His actions aren’t your fault. Their deaths are on him, not you.”

After losing Ben and your Dad you stayed with Poe and his dad for a while. Leia would visit from time to time while she was building the Resistance.

You helped gather support.

Eventually, you and Poe made the decision to go and fight in the war. You both took on a squadron.

You were pretty much an unstoppable force together (When you weren't arguing)

Fighting helped you to take your mind off your father's disappearance. 

Poe insisted on helping you in the search for your father.

He also stole your lightsaber a few times. 

“What are you doing?” You grinned slightly coming up behind him. Poe jumped swearing under his breath before quickly pushing the saber behind his back. “Nothing just looking for my jacket.”

You taught him a few simple tricks after that. He never shut up about it to your friends and how you had let him use your saber.

At times when the war was quieter, you would both go find somewhere quiet in the woods around the base and just sit and talk for hours.

You’d tell him about stories your dad told you. You’d also sometimes talk about stories you’d found out about your grandfather from the Clone Wars. (You spent a lot of time looking at old articles as a child)

Poe would tell you about his mom slowly.

You were each other's biggest supporters and would do anything for the other.

[female-hysterics]

May I present the idea of alpha!Poe who accidentally comes into contact with an organic aphrodisiac (sex pollen) on an alien planet, but doesn't realize it until it's too late. It was already a tight squeeze for the two of you in his X-wing, but now the pollen has triggered his rut and you're trapped in hyperspace with your best friend that you've had a crush on since you joined the resistance. Needy, sloppy, rough but somehow sweet sex with the galaxy's best flyboy ensues.

When you land, Poe literally carries you half-dressed to his quarters, growling at anyone who even looks at you for too long because like he said as soon as you landed, "M'not finished with you yet, doll."

Alpha Poe is just 😩👌🔥

This whole thing is just...I LOVE IT!!

The X-wing is on autopilot, the small space filled with the scent of sex and his Rut, and you are bouncing as best you can in Poe’s lap as he licks and nibbles on your throat. He’s growling and purring, his inner Alpha wanting nothing more than to get you face down ass up in the classic Omega presenting position and fuck you properly, but Poe is relishing the way you feel in his lap and squirming on his cock. You are whimpering at the thick stretch of him inside you, your eyes rolling back as you swear he’s brushing against your cervix with how deep he reaches, and you vaguely remembered the rumors about him and his prowess in the bedroom from the women’s showers.

“You want me to knot you, baby? Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to knot this pretty pussy,” Poe purrs against your nipple, teasing the hard nub with a hot sinful tongue, and you swear your brain shuts down at his words. 

You clench down hard against him in response but Poe reaches a hand to grip the nape of your neck while the other stays on your hip to keep you going at a steady pace. Your inner Omega melts at the low growl he lets out as you sag against him, sinking down further on him in the process, and he presses a biting kiss to your lips as you continue to ride him with a whimper. 

“I want you to tell me, starshine. Tell me how much you want me to fill you up, to knot you so good and deep, and keep you full of me-oh fuck-” he groans, throwing his head back with his eyes squeezed shut tightly as if the thought was too much for him to handle and you were handling it no better.

You lurch forward to wrap your arms around him as tight as possible as you nod and mumble your agreement frantically, his burning skin slick against you as he crushes you to his chest, and then you both are coming and you swear your body is burning hotter than the stars zipping past the X-wing. Poe is panting harshly against your throat by the time you can focus again, his entire body shaking from the intensity of his orgasm, and you can feel the added pressure of his knot locking himself inside you. You barely have time to curl your fingers into his hair comfortingly before you feel him shifting his hip beneath you, grinding against you in what little room he has, and you nearly sob at the overstimulation.

“I can’t stop moving, baby. You just feel too good. Feels so good having you take my knot like a good Omega, but I need you to take more, okay? Can you do that for me, baby? Because I’m far from done with you...” he groans against you, sucking dark marks against your pulse point as continues to grind against you, and you are just as helpless as he his against the waves of pleasure crashing against you both.

When you eventually land, Poe is half dressed and you are decently covered, and he has you tightly cradled in his arms protectively. The effects of his Rut is still thrumming through him making him snap his teeth at anyone who ventures too close to you and his rumbling threatening growl shouldn’t be as erotic as it is. He keeps your face tucked against his throat, away from prying eyes, and you allow your aching body to relax against him until you are carried into him room and placed on his bed almost reverently despite his shaking hands and the need burning in his eyes. He crawls over you like a predator, stripping your clothes and kissing every inch of skin he bares, and you don’t have the mental strength to feel any shame at the easy way your legs fall open for him to settle his hips between them. He purrs happily as he tugs his pants down just enough to get his cock out and then he’s pushing back into you like he never left.

[eyelessfaces]

hehehehe

Poe who catches you staring at his neck... who then immediately starts teasing you for it

"Whatcha lookin' at?" Even when you try denying it, he's laughing and poking at you, trying to get the truth out, making you want to sink into the floor forever.

Poe, who is nearly always on top during sex, makes sure he's on the bottom so he can pull your face into his neck while he completely takes over, a hand on the back of your neck and the other on your Iower back 🫣

Poe who sprays just a bit of his cologne on his hand, so when you're done hooking pinkies, you can still smell his cologne and natural smell on your hand 🤭

😵😵died. dead

I mean. who wouldn't go insane at the sight of that

[melodygatesauthor]

Birthday Cake

Poe Dameron X f!Reader

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

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

Summary

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

Tags/Warnings

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

Word Count: 1.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[ivystoryweaver]

Congrats on 1k!!!!

Loved “There is Someone,” Poe was so adorable w/ his thinking no one would notice he was in love (have you met you, sir? Hiding emotions is not your strength). Any hc’s on how Poe would absolutely fail at hiding his massive crush on a friend?

Happy Poevember!

Thank you! And look at you, linking my story like an absolute legend!

Oblivious Poe is always so cute, he would be the worst at hiding a crush

You catch him staring

He saves you a spot in the cafeteria. Like at every meal.

He remembers the way you like your caf

Supplies and indulgences run slim in the Resistance. Poe saves you a rare piece of fruit, or just the right part you need for your ship, something for your quarters

BB-8 circles your feet regularly. Poe has to come and "find" him.

He tries, and sometimes fails, to be funny. Doesn't realize how hard he's trying

like in the fic, scrubs his hand over the nape of his neck

and his stubble

and his curls. He fidgets. but like somehow it's sexy

casually knows your schedule. Someone is looking for you? "Oh they're in the hangar...in a meeting...on patrol..."

If you make a joke, he laughs the loudest

gives you specific attention. Finn calls him out on it, Poe denies it, says he "acts that way with everyone" (he doesn't)

You get hurt on a mission and he sleeps in the med bay waiting room

Makes sure you're a part of his next mission

Assigns you to his small team so he knows you're safe

Fidgets with his mother’s ring when he’s close to you. Doesn't notice.

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[virtie333]

Idk if anybody asked you this, or you already talked about this, but what do you think Modern!Poe's (or Earth!Poe? lol) choice of vehicle would be? Would he drive a car or a motorbike? And what type? 👀 If he's super rich what kind of plane would he fly? Do you think he would love those types that can land on water? Idk what they're called, but I feel like he LOVED TaleSpin as a kid and he even has like eight pilot jackets 😎

Oh, boy! I do have ideas on these subjects, and not only do I have ideas, but I've written them into my fics! Modern!Poe is one of my favorite things in the world! I love bringing everything great about Canon Poe into the modern world, and that includes planes, cars, and motorcycles!

Let's start with the motorbike, shall we?

First of all, I live in an area that hosts one of the biggest motorcycle rallys in the world, so I know a little bit about these 'death machines.' And one thing I know is that I HATE Harley Davidsons! I call them 'fart machines' and despise the noise they make. I hate anything manmade that is too loud. The motorcycle above, however, is a Suzuki Boulevard C90, and they are NOT loud. I gave Poe one in my ficlet The Soul Guide, and I made sure it had orange highlights like Black One.

In that story, Poe was also a pilot, ex-Air Force, and he flew one of these.

It's just a little Cessna 162 Skycatcher. It's a great plane to teach someone to fly... and Rey wants to learn to fly!

In my story Blind Faith, Poe's main form of transportation is this:

Ha! Yes, I made him an Olympic dressage rider. As a trainer in the story, he usually gets around in an old pickup...

I have a fondness for Chevy, so that's what I'm going with.

However, when he isn't hauling horses or hay around, he does splurge on a completely different vehicle (and he even takes Rey out on their first date in it!).

Now, imagine this Mustang with orange instead of red highlights and you've got Poe's vehicle obsession.

Whatever vehicle I give Poe in the modern world, it always seems to be either black or orange or a combination of. In The Haunting of Kenobi House I gave him an orange Chevy Blazer.

That Poe was also a pilot, but he also flew a Skycatcher like the one above. It's just a nice little affordable plane. I haven't written him as super wealthy, yet, but I do think the Poe in The Invitation is on his way to becoming very successful. In that short story, I didn't talk about him being a pilot, but that doesn't mean he couldn't be one. And he'd go for something like this:

Sharp and snazzy, this Cirrus SF50 Vision is just his style. Almost like an X-Wing!

And yes, I think he would love to have a seaplane!

Anyway, that was probably more than you wanted to know, but I hope you had fun! I know I did!

Thanks, Dolli!