#poe my beloved flyboy

[campingwiththecharmings]

als;dlfksd;flkf omg mellllllllllllllllll

*cries* thank you again so much for this. you're so sweet, i love you too 😭💖

“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.

a;lsdl;fk lolllll i love this. the idea that he's trying to be all sexy and the reader can so easily break him out of it is just so funny to me.

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

the noise i just made tho omfg 😭🫠

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

asd;ldkdfl;gk god he is such a dork (affectionate), i love him 😭😭😭😭

You heard that signature high-pitched whine escape him, letting you know he was close.

please

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

a;sdal;dfkl;k lmaooooo the biggest fucking dork omg (i love him so much *cries with longing*)

this was perfect, mel, thank you again so much for taking the time to write something for me, you really didn't have to do that. 🥺❤️ i know how busy you are, and how many projects you have, and it honestly means a lot (crap, i'm not crying rn, i swear 😭). anyway, i love and appreciate you so much, i hope you know that. thank you again, bb. 💖💖💖

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...”

Star Wars Masterlist

[campingwiththecharmings]

work of art?????

hnnnnnnnnnnnnng, oh yes. he is absolutely a work of art. 🥹🥹🥹🥹

[dameronswife]

sometimes i just think about poe and it's like. i can't believe you mean this much to me? literally ahead of tfa i just kept scoffing at the descriptions of him, completely expected to be benevolently annoyed with him or meh at best and didn't understand why everyone went off abt how oscar was attractive (like i could tell objectively, but it's rare that i find someone subjectively attractive on a deep level), and then i just. saw poe for the first time on screen in theaters and that was it. instant attraction, and then a few minutes later realizing that oh, no i'm genuinely in love with this man. instant ride or die, we just clicked. i got him on a deeply intimate level just from those few minutes of screentime he has in the movie, that nothing about him following that ever surprised me? just. yeah that's him this makes sense.

and i remember writing what was absolutely self-insert masquerading as canon where r.ey was his best friend and i genuinely meant for it to be platonic but i kept accidentally writing a little bit something more and i genuinely think looking back on it that i probably had a crush and a squish on poe? and he may have started queerplatonic, leaning on alterous (if i'm understanding the term right). like it wasn't straight platonic because i genuinely had/have such a crush on him but it definitely wasn't straight romantic at the time either (and i still have moments where i'm like. yeah i'm definitely feeling qp feelings for him and not romantic ones). and then sometime in 2017, something I guess shifted and I wrote in an oc into that same fic who had a history with him and they both still had feelings for each other and they kissed at the end of the story but didn't wind up with each other, and then i started reading reader fic for him that same year and was like. oh I actually don't mind the idea of kissing him....i kinda wanna. and i also don't mind the idea of a relationship if it's with him, i even want it?

and like ofc things went sideways from there. i stopped reading fic bc my friend made fun of me for reading it and i felt like i was doing smth "wrong" and then the gaslighting of everyone hating him in t.lj when i didn't also severely impacted my ability to be able to enjoy him properly without trying to fold up my actual opinions to 'fit in' more and feeling anxious and not getting to enjoy it, but he was still such a cornerstone of comfort for me at the time. i even wrote my first reader fic in late 2018 to get some comfort from how awful things were in my personal life and it was of him. and then t.ros happened and the fandom got so toxic along w some friend stuff that my spin in poe almost broke (or so i thought), but like?? i spent the whole next year constantly drawn to things that reminded me of poe....read a book that was compared to the st and him a lot....bought a lot of orange things without thinking about it, developed a crush on a character that's like. basically poe with the serial numbers scratched off. all until i found my way back to him at the end of 2020 🥰 and after that i started embracing reader fic again and my romantic feelings for him and then lmao the physical/sexual attraction came in like a wrecking ball shortly thereafter which was New To Say The Least, but.

eeee i don't know i ended up gushing a lot about him but i just. sometimes i really think about the journey i've had with him, and how much good he's genuinely brought into my life. i get to feel all these emotions i never thought i would!! because of him!!! i get to explore new avenues that i wouldn't be interested in or comfortable in pursuing even mentally bc of him!!! he's helped me work through various triggers for my trauma bc they feel safe with him involved? and most importantly - i wouldn't know any of my lovely friends or partners if it wasn't for him? i stuck around in the fandom bc of poe, and that lead me right to my queerplatonic partners and family. i genuinely would not!! be the same person today if i had not fallen in love with that silly flyboy december 20th 2015!!! and isn't that just love in a nutshell?

[dameronshandholder]

Beautifully drawn!!!

been a while since I’ve drawn my boy Poe!

(and a very cool moment to have my art seen and signed by oscar isaac himself!! thankyou to my lovely friend Jay for wanting to take my print for their meet and greet 🧡)

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Reblog, don’t repost

[the-force-awakens]

Top 5 Poe&Leia moments (not necessarily from the main movies) 😊

dreamers hands my most absolute beloved...

when she grounds him after L'ulo's funeral - because it's the first time we really see them pushing the "we're just general and commander" envelope, I think outside of friendly banter. Leia sees through Poe's "golden reckless flyboy" sort of facade he keeps up to keep up morale and to avoid acknowledging his own pain and calls him out on it — which leads to Poe "I'm fine look how fine I am" Dameron actually snapping at Leia and throwing the fact that he's looking for Luke in her face (he has an interesting habit of doing that when arguments get intense/personal and I find it fascinating). I think it really sets up the dynamic we see flourish especially in the last jedi — they're both refreshingly honest with each other and know they can be a little tough with each other when it comes down to it.

there's this bit of banter in before the awakening I love when Leia tells Poe she wants him to steal a yacht and he jokes if she wants him to also nab a top of the line other new model ship while he's at it.

I really do love their argument in tlj? I might be in the minority but it really hits me in my feelings. I don't love that he gets slapped, but I'll always love when two characters can get into a serious argument but there's still no love lost between them. And of course it's followed up with the silly "permission to jump into an x wing and blow something up" and Poe waiting just a fraction of a second longer than he needs to after she gives him permission because she starts to smile just a little bit at him.

THE HAND TOUCH!!!!!! if I ever don't include this in a thing assume I've been taken over by a body snatcher.

The opening of Station Theta Black (aka my emotional support resistance episode). I love how professional they start off and then it quickly falls apart with Leia poking him in the chest and Poe being....Poe, and you've got Kaz in the background with wide eyes watching it all go down, they're ridiculous I adore them

ask me my top five anything!

[mxspectordameron]

hey everyone!

previously softmando, futurespideysgf

im mav, 22, aroace and in a qpr<3, and I'm autistic and adhd, as well as a system. this is a sideblog for @/dameronalone. it's 18+ here, sorry kids! rules and info below :)

house rules ⚡️

18+ technically, I tag 18+ posts with afterhours (also tag for nudity). I'm gonna be doing my horny posting here bc. well. mostly just horny for fictional characters

if you aren't a mutual and u find my blog.. hi! you're welcome to stick around but please don't make any sexual comments about actors, it makes me uncomfortable

if we aren't mutuals, please dont interact with any of my f/o specific self-ship posts. it makes me uncomfortable!!

i only have my main f/os listed, tho I might still tag some posts with other ones but really I want to focus on my mains

f/o constellation 💫

hotshot ✨️ (poe dameron, my first and forever fictional other, my beloved flyboy, my constant snugglebug, my husband)

moonlights 🩶 (the moon knight system, mainly marc spector my other husband)

moonstruck 🩶 (steven grant specifically bc he has me enamored with him)

[campingwiththecharmings]

Pass the happy! When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications ✨

(thank you for sending this! i'm so sorry for the delayed response, i kept seeing this in my asks but am a procrastinator so lol 😭❤️)

i'm going to post pictures/gifs bc i feel like it's a fun way to respond for some strange reason lol:

puppiesssssssssss

2. books

3. poe dameron, my beloved flyboy

4. really just, oscar in general (i just wanted to post two pics of him negl)

5. coffee

💖💖💖💖💖

[dameronshandholder]

“Save an X-wing, ride a pilot” Literally made me faint but “I want to grow old with you.” KILLED ME 😭😭😭😭

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AND YOUR WRITING IN GENERAL 🥰🥰🥰 You always feed us beauty and I thank you from the bottom of my heart!!!!

three weeks

poe dameron x reader

summary: poe has never been gone that long since you started dating; mornings happen to feel warmer when he is home.

warnings: p with minimal plot....., morning sex, handjob, piv sex, hair pulling (POE RECEIVING), this isn't just corn I promise it's mostly sweet because your honor they are in LOVE

tags: f!reader, fluff, banter, teasing:)

word count: 2.4k

masterlist | taglist | ao3

updates blog: @eyelessupdates

!!may the force be with you

You had fallen asleep to the featherlight stroke of his fingertips against your arm in his warm embrace; he had never been gone for that long since you started dating, and though you knew you would have to get used to being apart, you weren’t sure you actually would, ever. 

But if it always felt this way, always felt raw and pure when you found each other again like you had just fallen in love with each other all over again, then maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to be torn apart from time to time.

His eyes are still shut when yours open, long eyelashes kissing his cheeks as his slow, steady breath tells you he’s still asleep. It is quite rare for the both of you to be able to linger in bed and enjoy a morning together, he is most of the time already long gone when you wake up, even on his days off he still spends running around everywhere. 

You softly call his name when your hand comes to rest over his bare torso, fingers twisting with the chain around his neck, mouth pressing against the light stubble of his cheek.

He stirs softly, and his face contorts into a small yawn before he turns so he can nuzzle against your own. 

“Morning,” he rasps softly, voice cracking with sleep as his eyes remain shut. His hand slips under the sheets, settling over your hip, his throat vibrating with a low hum as your fingers gently weave through his thick, messy curls. His own fingers mirror yours when they slip under your shirt, rubbing patterns onto your skin; you always wonder how he’s so warm all the time, heat radiating off his body like a living radiator.

“Morning,” you reply in a soft exhale, smiling as he drowsily blinks at you. “Slept well?”

He hums in reflection. “Better than the past three weeks” he ultimately affirms, his lips faintly pecking at the corner of your mouth.

“Corny” you mock, sighing softly when he shifts to nestle his face in the crook of your neck.

“Factual” he counters as he squeezes your hip, causing you to softly yelp in surprise and make him breathe out a laugh against your shoulder. “May seem surprising, but I actually like sleeping by your side in my bed more than I like sleeping practically on the ground in a shitty tent.” he adds, leaving a kiss just above the collar of your shirt before turning around.

“I would’ve never guessed that.” you tease. Poe takes a look at the holographic clock, turning back to you with a small frown when he realizes what time it is. Your eyes widen playfully, “I took the morning off. Surprise”

“Ouhhh,” he chants with a snide smirk, his hand crawling higher under your shirt as he presses his body close to yours again. “What a nice surprise”

“First time we can spend the morning together,” you note.

“It happened before”

You scoff. “Not by the book. You ended up being late to your own meeting” you retort with a playful smirk. The memory makes your stomach flutter; he had been particularly needy and desperate that morning, and you had had trouble trying not to laugh when he showed up to the conference room with his hair all mussed up and a faint blush over his face.

“Alright, yeah, but neither of us would’ve been happy if I left the room to get to the meeting in time huh?” he smirks, leaning in to capture your lips in a quick kiss as his hand under your shirt tickles up your ribs. “We kinda were in the middle of something”

“That we were” you acquiesce with a grin, hands joining the back of his neck to pull him back to your face again. His lips push against yours in a bruising kiss now, his free hand grasping onto your chin to part your mouth so he can slip his tongue in. He somehow manages to feel even closer to you when he works his tongue against yours, his kiss hungry and demanding as he softly grinds his hips against yours, his touch warm and impatient; your soft moan resonates within him when he cups your breast under your shirt, squeezing it softly.

He pulls away so the both of you can catch your breath. “Eager much?” you ask against his mouth, his lips still brushing against yours. 

“I mean, three whole weeks of not being able to touch you baby.”

You smile, “Mhm” you mindlessly play with the curls at his nape, hands shifting to rest over his broad shoulders, your thumb gently rubbing over a small faded scar there. He presses his forehead against yours, his warm brown eyes boring into yours with that look you know all too well. 

“I missed you” he mutters, hand smoothing over the surface of your stomach. You smile as you softly trace his face, the light stubble prickling the tips of your fingers.

“I know.” you press your lips against his again, hands shifting to grasp onto his hair; he lets out a faint groan when you bite onto his bottom lip as you pull away from the kiss. “Let me get on top of you” you demand, poking his stomach playfully.

“Oh yeah baby” he rolls onto the side, letting himself lay back down beside you. “Wouldn’t say no to that” he chuckles, tucking both his hands behind his head, a sly smirk growing over his face as you chuckle and press your hands over his bare torso, shifting to sit over his lap, your knees at either side of his hips.

You scoff when you adjust your position, softly grinding against him. “You’re fully hard already? Not even letting me work for it? Wow”

“You got that kinda effect on me,” he sighs softly, hands grabbing your hips, caressing your sides under your shirt. “I told you, three whole weeks of not being able to touch you”

You chuckle mockingly, leaning closer to his face. “Yeah, don't tell me you didn't touch yourself though” you whisper teasingly; he scoffs and wraps a hand behind your head to bring you closer, letting his mouth wander here and there against your neck.

“My hand is nothing compared to you” he grins between kisses. You shift to the side, still pressed close to him, your hand sliding down his torso and stomach to eventually reach under his boxers. He lets out a lewd groan when your hand closes around him, his nose nestling behind your ear as you start to stroke him slowly.

“My hand better?” you ask, your other hand cupping the back of his head as he breathes out against the skin of your neck, the brush of his lips warm against your skin. He hums approvingly, thumbs rubbing at either side of your hips; he always has to touch you one way or another, no matter the situation. His mouth always has to be occupied too; the brush of his lips ignites a warmth within you as he leaves faint kisses under your ear and down your neck to your collarbone, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he bucks softly into your touch. 

“Feels so good baby” he mumbles, a loud moan leaving his mouth and his eyes squeezing shut when you twist your hand just the way he likes. “Fuck” he sighs, “You’re gonna get me off like that?”

“Got a problem with that commander?” you scoff in disbelief as you tease his slit with your thumb, your hand in his hair tugging on it so you can see his face.

He sighs a soft moan, his lust-blown eyes darting up to you. “No but– Fuck– I’d like to get inside you before I remember I actually have responsibilities even on my days off” he declares in a tone he knows by experience you can’t resist, his hand shifting to your thigh, caressing it up and down.

You sigh, “You’re so impatient it’s actually terrifying.” you say as you pull your hand out of the single piece of clothing covering him, made too tight now. “You should consider yourself lucky I can’t say no to anything you ask of me” he watches with a sly smile as you rid yourself of your underwear, sliding off his own before you move back to straddle him. 

“I do consider myself lucky” he grins as he looks you up and down, his gaze full of love as he runs his hands up and down your thighs; his fingers are calloused from pushing blaster triggers and hitting the control panel buttons of ships, but the gesture is overflowing with affection. “Look at you” he croons. “C’mon babe,” he playfully swats your thigh as he shifts to get more comfortable on the bed. “Save an X-wing, ride a pilot” he teases, drawing a stupid chuckle out of you. 

He huffs out a sigh of relief when you lower yourself down onto his cock, biting onto his bottom lip once you're fully seated as he looks down at where you're connected.

He frowns, looking back up at you when you don't move after that. “Something wrong?”

“No” you declare, not offering him any other explanation. He chuckles, confused as to why you're staying still over his lap, not moving an inch.

“What then. What are you doing babe” you try to hold back from smirking as you see him grow impatient, his fingers softly kneading the meat of your thighs, trying to make you roll your hips over him. “Move”

“No” you shake your head with an insolent smile. “You're inside me, that's it, that's what you wanted” he huffs out a disbelieving laugh, throwing his head back the same way he does when you crack him a shitty joke; he's not sure he's patient enough to really enjoy this kind of joke right at this moment. “We have all morning Poe” you whine, leaning over to sink your face into the crook of his neck and leave a trail of kisses that follow along his necklace.

“Fine” he grunts softly, his arm wrapping around you to let his hand rest against your back. 

A surprised, sharp yelp escapes you when he – without warning – maneuvers and flips you around, making you land on your back; all that training happens to be useful in bed, after all. Your eyes squeeze shut when he pushes into you, the stretch of him unfamiliar again after what seemed to be ages.

“Three weeks baby, three weeks” he rams his hips into yours, tucking his face into your shoulder. “I don't have all morning”

You cup the back of his neck, nails softly digging in his skin as you hold onto him tight, your legs wrapping around him; he’s rutting into you like you’re gonna slip away from him, escape like smoke curling around his fingers and fading into oblivion. “Missed this so much,” he sighs into your ear, his words slightly scattered by the force of his movements. “Missed you so much” 

You want to give him your reciprocation, but all that comes out of you is a broken whine when he manages to reach deeper inside you; your hands bury into his curls, slightly tugging on them in response, drawing the same kind of wrecked moan out of him.

“F–Fuck okay” he chokes out after a sharp thrust. “Don’t do that if you want me to last”

“What if I don’t want you to last”

He scoffs. “Then we’ll have to fuck again because I can’t get enough of you” he declares, pressing his mouth against yours to kiss you sloppily, your hand cupping the side of his face as he continues to fuck into you, not giving up on his rhythm. He hums as he desperately licks into your mouth, his thrusts growing messy when you purposefully pull on his hair again. “Sweetheart I’m not kidding” he warns in a breathy laugh, his forehead pressing against yours. “You’re gonna make me lose it”

You brush away the strands of hair falling over his face, “Then you better hurry making me come” you tease, making him huff out a sincere laugh.

But there is no challenge Poe Dameron doesn’t take seriously.

He fucks into you soft and deep, not letting up until he has you writhing underneath him, staving off his own release for yours. It almost feels like you’re melting into the mattress when you start to feel it, your fingers tightening in Poe's hair as he babbles incoherently into your ear, so close to his own peak; he finally lets himself go when you’re there, his stifled moan into your ear when he releases inside you extending the momentary haze buzzing in your head. 

It almost feels like you black out for a second; “Are you okay my love?” Poe asks concerned by your absent, weak blinks as his hand cups your face, his thumb gently tracing back and forth against your cheek. 

You offer him a small nod, and he shoots you a smile before kissing your forehead and jumping out of bed, coming back later with a washcloth to clean you up.

Then everything feels quiet again. The soft heaving of your breathing as his head rests over your stomach, his legs tangled with yours, the soft tickle of his fingers tracing circles and random shapes over any piece of bare skin he finds over you.

“I missed you too,” you declare in a weak mutter. “I didn’t say it back earlier.” 

You don’t see his smile, but you know it is there as he leaves a kiss over the surface of your tummy. He hums softly as you absent-mindedly play with his hair.

“I can't wait for this war to be over.” he admits. “We'll settle on Yavin, in a nice house not too far from my dad's,” he exhales softly through his nose at the idea of it all before he continues, “We'll have mornings to ourselves, like this, and we will have breakfast in our backyard where we’ll grow all kinds of plants and trees from all over the galaxy” he smiles, earning a sweet, longing chuckle from you that seems to still in the air. He pauses, waits for a moment before he says it– 

“I want to grow old with you.”

It’s in these moments that time feels like it slows down, but Poe sometimes wishes he could put this galaxy to a pause just so he could have more moments like these with you.

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[queennevercry31]

Ok, so this is just a reimagined version of Star Wars sequel trilogy since I don't like the original storyline.

So, in my version Finn's a Jedi, I mean he should be. No hate to Rey but she's hotter as a Sith. So, she's a  Sith Lord instead of her grandfather, that would be a better plot in my opinion. Ofcourse, our beloved flyboy Poe Dameron is Finn's boyfriend (But their love story is a slow burn) XD

And Ben will come back to light because of his parents, Han and Leia never died in my version. Luke died protecting Finn.

So, enjoy my version XD

[dameronshandholder]

I absolutely love the line “I thought this was all in my head. I thought it was only me.”

Poe have you seen yourself???? How could you expect us not to fall for you and your big beautiful eyes 🥺🥺🥺

Beautiful work 🥹🥹🥹 thank you for this!!!

Based on this request from @steven-grants-world "I haven't even touched you and you're already wet" with Poe ❤

Content: NSFW, 18+, Poe Dameron x f!reader, more below the cut

Word count: 1.7k (how in the hell...)

Contains: fingering, sort of thigh riding, shenanigans in public, not beta'd

You had the absolute most massive crush on Commander Dameron. It was more than a crush, really - you wanted him. No, scratch that - you needed him.

Every single thing about this man drove you to absolute distraction. In a meeting? A stray curl would tumble across his forehead. Training exercises? Just bossy and sassy enough to drive you wild. Hand-to-hand combat and sparring practice? The strain of his thick thighs against his slightly too-tight pants made you want to trap him in a storage room somewhere and use that thigh to relieve a little pressure between your legs.

He was in your closest circle of friends, so you were tormented by him day and night.

His mouth - the curve of his perfect, full lips as they wrapped around koyo fruit - the way the tip of his tongue would swipe away its juices...

The smug curl in the corner of his mouth when he was amused. The crinkles lining the sides of his burnt umber eyes when he laughed - which was often.

Everyone found Poe easy to love but you needed him desperately.

It became a daily chore to keep from staring at him - although, by this point, you were sure he'd caught you more than once. The infamous curl of his lips and a quick wink definitely communicated something. You just weren't sure what.

And he did flirt with you. He flirted with everyone, in a way, but he sat beside you to eat, bumped your shoulder after telling a joke, and again - he winked. All the time.

Tonight was the culmination of months of torture and you weren't sure how you were going to make it. Because tonight, Poe made a rare appearance in his officer's uniform. The drab neutrals somehow highlighted the gorgeous browns in his eyes and curls.

Everyone was dressed a little nicer than usual, enjoying a rare celebration due to a recent victory. Poe was to receive some sort of honor - hence the uniform. You arrived a little late, having fussed with your appearance far longer than usual.

Hoping to slip in unnoticed, you failed miserably at this task when you ran right into the one person you hoped to avoid - at least for a little while, since being around him when he looked so distinguished and handsome would likely make you fall on your face doing something embarrassing.

"Hey," he laughed out, reaching to steady you by grasping your elbows. "There you are - I was waiting for you."

Your mouth went dry at the sight of him up close - the heat of his fingers burning through your own uniform. "F-for me?" You gasped, gripping his forearms to steady yourself.

"Yeah, everybody's here. I was on my way to get some drinks," he told you with a grin. "Wanna help?"

"Uh, s-sure," you nodded, grateful for a distracting task that would keep your hands occupied and your eyes facing forward and not on your commander.

"Come on, it's crowded in here." Brushing past you, he reached for your hand, leading you through a sea of Resistance fighters - each one wanting a moment of his time, or at least his attention.

Despite the thrill electrifying your body as his strong hand enveloped yours, it didn't take you long to lose him in the crowd.

Noticing this immediately, Poe excused himself from the latest person distracting him to call your name.

"There you are. I thought I lost you," he said, his eyes twinkling with something that looked like relief.

"No, I'm here," you assured him, thrilled to have his attention. What you wouldn't give to have ten minutes alone with this man.

"Come here." Once again, he set off, reaching for your hand, but this time, he didn't stop until you made your way outside.

"Commander Dameron, what are we - "

Glancing back at you, his fingers now tangled with yours, he granted you his trademark smirk. "Poe, please. We've known each other long enough. Haven't we?"

The question seemed rhetorical as he led you behind the building, to a secluded alleyway.

"Sorry it's dark out here," he apologized, finally stopping and turning to face you. His hands landed on his hips as he studied you carefully. "Is it okay if I talk to you for a minute?"

Your heart flamed with desire and nervous anticipation. If you didn't control yourself, you might jump him.

"Are you mad at me?" He pressed on. "Because you've been a little different. Yesterday, after our sparring session..."

He went on to recount his version of events after having pinned you to the ground with your head locked between this thick thighs.

"I know I'm hard on you..."

Maker.

He carried on, speaking to you in Commander fashion, but now your mind was filled with thoughts of his thighs and his hand on yours and watching his mouth move. The moonlight shone down, highlighting the contours of his handsome face and before you were able to stop yourself, you silenced his hypothesizing by pressing your lips against his open mouth...

...the force of which knocked Poe back a step in utter surprise.

The two of you stopped, transfixed. Poe was impressed because that was a move he would pull. But you? You were mortified.

"Oh...no, Maker. I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to. I'm sorry, Commander, please don't - "

"Did you just kiss me?" He gasped, one dark eyebrow shooting up in amused curiosity. But he knew the answer. He could see it all over your adorable, flustered, face - could feel the burn of your fervent gaze.

"I...Commander, I - "

"Poe," he corrected, wetting his lips as he closed the space between you. "You kissed me."

"Poe, I'm sorry," you stammered, your body aflame with embarrassment and desire - the two battling to make you combust.

"I'm not," he breathed, sliding one arm around your waist as his lips covered your own. He licked hotly into your mouth, gripping your hips to pull you flush against the breadth of his chest.

You whimpered into his mouth, your body wilting into his touch as he pushed you up against the nearest wall. Your head hit the solid stone with a bit of a thud, but that didn't slow him down.

"Tell me to stop, and I will," he groaned against your ear, his hands drifting to new territory. A line was being crossed and if you were uncomfortable, he wanted to be sure...

"Don't stop," you panted as his delicious thigh found its way between the spread of your legs. This was quite literally the stuff of your fantasies.

Reaching blindly for his shoulders, to try to somehow steady yourself, you actually moaned just from the feel of his solid muscle pressing right up against your core.

"Baby, why didn't you just say something?" He roughly whispered, toying with the fastening point of your trousers. "I would have done this so long ago."

The whine that worked its way out of your throat as he caught your eye should have been embarrassing. "Can I?"

With a breathless nod, you tried not to make any more humiliating noises as he worked your pants open, sliding his hand inside to cup your soft mound.

"Fuck," he groaned, dragging one long finger over the soft cotton of your panties. "I haven't even touched you and you're already wet. This is for me?"

"All the damn time," you gasped, squirming against his palm to try and force the friction for which you were so desperate.

"Shit, baby," he hissed, his hot breath falling on your ear as his body caged you in. As his fingertips dragged your panties aside, you gripped his biceps for support, hardly able to believe this was really happening.

"I thought this was all in my head. I thought it was only me," he groaned, teasing your folds with frustrating efficiency. "But you're soaked."

You cried out as those tempting fingers eased their way inside. Pushing in deep with a slight curl, Poe beckoned your whole body forward, silencing your whine with the heat of his tongue. His fingers swirled, fingertips massaging the deep core of you - the languid thrust of his tongue inside your mouth synching with the plunging inside you. The slight stretch of it set you on fire.

His muscled thigh came up under his arm, pushing it in deeper and giving you support to fuck yourself down over his hand.

"That's right, baby, take what you need," he groaned, mouthing a trail to the sensitive spot just under your ear.

You felt wild and desired and a little scandalous for doing this in a public area - anyone could walk up and see you, but you didn't care. This scenario had played itself out in your own bed, with your own fingers, a dozen times at least.

"Poe," you whined, grasping the sleeves of his uniform - the very suit you were likely ruining. "Poe, please..."

He growled your name right back, doing the best he could in this position to rut against you too. "You know how long I've waited to hear you say my name like that?"

He didn't give you time to answer - instead pushing his thumb over your swollen bundle of nerves, sending your back arching wildly off the wall as the most desperate cry pushed past your lips.

"Love the sounds you make for me, baby, doing so good." His fingers worked you furiously, catching your little gasps and whimpers in his open mouth, breathing hotly right along with you as you fell apart for him.

The rocking motion of your hips stilled as your hot core coated his hand with your juices. He kissed you again, easing his fingers out of you, leaving you to sigh in overwhelming relief.

"Is this what you're thinking about when we're sparring?" He teased, easing back to grant you that cocky smirk.

"Mm...yes," you lazily nodded, your chest heaving as you came down from the greatest pleasure you'd ever felt. "And you, Commander?" You challenged right back. "Is this what you're thinking about when we're sparring?"

Pulling his bottom lip temptingly between his teeth, he gripped your hips, dragging you against his obvious arousal. "All the damn time."

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[userpoe]

in response to this :: i started reading poe comic the gathering storm today and it was SO nice and lovely. the first couple frames is him working out (v nathan bateman imo 🥺) and they drew him so well and his curls are so soft and defined!!! and he’s confiding in BB8 and it’s just heartbreakingly sweet. it got me in my poe feels so bad as i ate my lunch. poe is just everything and he deserves the world.

The Gathering Storm is one of my favorite arcs in the series! The amount of emotion in it is just so good (and, of course, has several of my favorite Poe scenes in general in it!).

I love the scene where he's boxing: it's one of the first times we see him really be vulnerable and frustrated in the series, even if it's just to Beebs (which hits me in so many feelings, they're such a little team!). The Gathering Storm is, in my opinion, a huge turning point in Poe's characterization and his motivations, shaping him up closer to the Poe we see in the Force Awakens and especially in The Last Jedi.

Phil Noto, my beloved. No one illustrates Poe quite like Phil Noto does (except for Angel Unzueta who takes over shortly after this arc) - and that's because man did his research:

Noto is working with a lot of visual X-wing reference material for space battles, but for Poe’s look, he’s studying Isaac’s filmography. “Seeing so much of him on screen, it’s easier in a way to act that part out in my head while I’m drawing: How would Oscar Isaac act in this situation as Poe Dameron?” Noto says. (from the series announcement & reveal).

So it's likely that Noto was inspired by Ex Machina for this scene!

who talks first let's talk about the flyboy!

[alwritey-aphrodite]

Hello there!

It's me again, sorry for taking forever to send this ask 🙈🙈

Would it be possible for me to request the third prompt from the Taylor Swift prompt list + our beloved flyboy Poe Dameron? 🥺🥺

And can I request a ship as well, if that's alright? With an Oscar character or a Pedro character of your choice?

My nickname is Sonya, I'm a little shy of 5'3 and a bit on the curvier side. Tanned with chocolate brown eyes and shoulder length blackish-brown hair. I love watching crime dramas and sitcoms as well as reading historical fiction and mythology retellings. Soft spoken and an introvert by nature but pretty sarcastic and lively once I warm up to someone. I've always preferred thunderstorms and drizzle to sunny weather and autumn to summer. Love wisteria and the scent of cinnamon in particular. I constantly struggle with overthinking and anxiety, plus I'm deathly scared of heights and the dark (really silly, I know). Just a huge nerd (Marvel, Star Wars, Doctor Who, you name it) who's really into Egyptian, Greek and Norse mythology.

Thank you so much and sorry for info dumping 🙊❤️❤️

Hi there love! I promise I’m still working on your drabble, and I’ll link it here once it’s done! For now, here’s your ship:

You would be absolutely perfect for Frankie Morales!!!

He too is more shy and soft spoken, especially in group settings or if he first starts to get to know someone. And then if he’s comfortable with you and the people he’s with, he’d never stop talking. And he loves that you can relate to that!! He also struggles with things like anxiety and overthinking, so having a partner who is able to understand and relate, as well as help and support him, is like a dream come true. He’ll put so much effort into learning the things that help you calm down and how he can best help you. He’d love to snuggle up on a rainy autumn day and watch sitcoms with you, or wrap you in his arms while you read your book out loud to him. All in all, he just absolutely adores you, and would do anything to make you comfortable and see you smile <3

[tlcwrites]

Trust Me

Summary:

“You’re really going to sit there and look at me like that?”

He raises an eyebrow. “This is just how my face looks.”

Ugh. Don’t you know it. Sexy bastard.

Word Count: 916

Tags: Poe Dameron/Reader, reader is gender neutral, no Y/N, safe for work.

Author’s Note: Fluff. It’s just fluff. So much fluff. It’s also literally the first piece of fanfiction I have written, let alone shared, in over a decade and a half. Blame @paper-in-ashes-fanfiction​​ because it’s her fault. A million OI hugs for you, friend.

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For the self-proclaimed best pilot in the Resistance, Poe Dameron can be remarkably slow sometimes.

The irony would be much more amusing if you didn’t currently want to throttle him for being such a rash, insensitive, incognizant, unmitigated blaster-brain. But, alas, he is, and you do, and only the fact that General Organa might actually throw you out an airlock herself if you kill him is keeping him safe from your rage.

Mostly.

The pilot in question lounges on a storage container in the shadow of his beloved Black One and watches as you pace the empty hangar in front of him, that stupid smirk on his stupid face and his arms crossed over his chest and honestly, it should be against the laws of the galaxy that one man could be so damn attractive.

You glance at him. “You’re really going to sit there and look at me like that?”

He raises an eyebrow. “This is just how my face looks.”

Ugh. Don’t you know it. Sexy bastard.

“Besides,” he continues as you make another trip across the permacrete, “Like I said before, it wasn’t a big deal.”

“It’s never a big deal, you overconfident, arrogant-”

“Hey.” He uncrosses his arms and sits up. “I still outrank you.”

You whirl on him. “You engaged an entire squadron of TIE superiority fighters. ALONE.”

He rolls his eyes. “Okay, there weren’t that many of them.”

“Never mind that you went against direct orders to stand down and return to base-”’

He throws his hands up. “Yeah, because leading them straight here would have been a great plan-”

“You could have been killed.” Your voice cracks and you hate it.

Poe’s face softens as you resume your march. “Sweetheart-”

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me. And don’t you deny it, Poe Dameron. Do you have any idea how it feels, to hear everything over your comm and not be able to do a damn thing about it?” You’re vaguely aware that your cheeks are wet. You swipe at them, irritated, gesturing angrily towards Black One. “My heart stops every time that kriffing fighter of yours leaves the atmosphere and doesn’t start again until you’re back, but Maker, Poe, this was-” You break off, swallowing thickly, pausing in your pacing. “The moment I realized what you were doing, that you could have so easily-”

You can’t finish the sentence.

He stands slowly, his shapeless orange flight suit looking so much sexier than it has any business being.

“Do you not get that you’re not invincible?” You can hardly stand to look at him, but can’t stand not to. Those umber eyes meet yours, holding your gaze evenly. “One of these days luck isn’t going to be on your side. I- Poe, I can’t-”

You realize he’s either stepped towards you or you’ve unconsciously drifted towards him, because he’s suddenly within arm’s reach. Slowly, like you’re a skittish eopie, he reaches a hand out (stars, you love his hands) and tenderly brushes your hair back from your face.

That’s all it takes for the dam to break. The tears start falling in earnest and you allow him to fold you into his arms, burying your face against his shoulder as you cry. The ever-present chain around his neck presses into your skin, an uncomfortable but welcome reminder that he’s still here.

You stand together like that for you’re not sure how long, a moment of peace and quiet in the universe as Black One stands sentry.

“You can’t keep doing this to me, Dameron,” you finally mumble, wrapping your arms around his middle as he rests his lips against your forehead. “I trusted you with my heart. You’ve got to take care of it.”

You feel his sigh more than hear it. “I know,” he says quietly. “I know. Hey.” He brings both hands up, smoothing your hair back and cradling your face in his hands, his dark eyes solemn. “I really was fine the whole time. You know that, right?”

“You say that, but-”

“No, I need you to understand this, sweetheart.” He moves one of his hands to the back of your neck, stroking your nape with his thumb. “I know it sounds like a lot when you’re listening from the command room. I get it. But I know what I’m doing out there, okay? It’s what I was born for. I’m better in a fighter than I am on my own feet.” He smiles reassuringly. “Trust me, okay?”

You mulishly drop your gaze.

He tips your chin back up with one finger, grinning. “Okay?”

“Okay, okay.” You take a deep breath, unable to help the smile that crosses your face. His grin really is infectious. “I’m sorry.”

He touches his forehead to yours. “I’m sorry for scaring you.”

Reaching up on your tiptoes, you press a quick kiss to his lips. “Just make sure it doesn’t happen again, Commander.”

He really grins then, that cocky one that never fails to make your core clench. “Hold on there, Lieutenant...” He drops his hands to your hips and pulls your pelvis into more direct contact with his. “Who do you think you are to be giving me orders?”

You roll your eyes, laughing as he sways suggestively with you. “Take me to bed, flyboy. You owe me snuggles after all that.”

“Is ‘snuggles’ what the kids call it now?” he asks deadpan, grabbing your hand and pulling you after him. Your laughter echos through the hanger.

Trust him. You can do that.

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Author’s Note: I am shaking, I am so nervous to post this. But you’re not growing if you’re not pushing yourself, right? Thank you for reading.

[thirteens-lucky-tardis]

Poe with a Doctor Who quote, oh my ginny fry 😩😩😩😩🛐🛐🛐🛐

Always try to be nice, but never fail to be kind.

[nowritingonthewall]

me, strutting up to that website with a whole PowerPoint Presentation: okay I don't know which version of the sequels you watched but don't worry I'm gonna fix it.

I really don't ever read articles about Poe (or Star Wars in general) for that reason. From my experience working in the business, companies are more likely to echo the smaller (but vocal) negative parts of the fandom and boost those voices because they know they'll get clicks - either from the negative more toxic side of the fanbase or the fans that disagree with what takes are being said.

Still, I'm very exasperated and tired of hearing these blatantly wrong 'takes' being shared as fact. Unless the writers are from a completely different universe and got their hands on a different version of the film...*shrugs*

in conclusion *tiredly shares a cup of cocoa with you* I'm very glad for the Tumblr community that's built up around Poe that's definitely more compassionate and has a lot more understanding for his character than most are willing to give.

Thank you so much, Tegan!

The visual of you marching in there giving a PowerPoint Presentation just made my whole year. It’s definitely right up there with the image of you stepping in front of Poe and fighting Kylo Ren with a broomstick 🤣

Usually, I am very good at ignoring those articles and comments, too, I don’t really know what came over me, this time 🥺

The Poe fans on tumblr are among the kindest people I have ever met 🥰

Thank you for taking the time to leave such a thoughtful message in my ask box and thank you even more for being such a passionate defender of our beloved flyboy!

[moonknightly]

Sinking Down Into My Thoughts : Poe Dameron x Reader

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Excerpt: “He couldn’t take the ghosts in his lungs and the skeletons in his closet. He couldn’t stand the taste of war anymore, so permanent on his tongue. The battles stitched across the skin of his back. All of the times he had failed.”

Warnings: Uhhh this one is sad af. Suicidal thoughts, mentions of death and loss. Sad.

At first it had been easy.

Poe was familiar with loss. He had been so young when he experienced it for the first time — with his parents, when they had so valiantly risked their lives to hopefully better his. Years he would never get back. Time. Time that was cut even shorter when Death had come for his mother. He had been only eight. Just a small boy, a boy too young to understand what had been taken, ripped right out from under him. Too young to understand why daddy was crying, and why mommy wasn’t there to tuck him in at night, to stop his own tears from flowing down red cheeks.

But he supposed he should be thankful, in some twisted sense of the word. Because that experience had numbed him, helped to dull the sting of loss when it struck. Death, loss, mourning — it was unavoidable, especially in a life riddled with war. It was easy because it was unavoidable.

But then suddenly, it was. It was all so completely avoidable. Suddenly Poe realized there was so much he could have done, so much he could have changed. So many lives he could have saved if he had only tried just a little harder. If he hadn’t been so selfish. If he had sacrificed himself.

And he was disgusted with himself, because he often used death, the loss of life to inspire others. Used it as an example. Talked about it like it was some beautiful sacrifice and not a terrible tragedy.

All that blood — it was never once beautiful. It was only ever red. He took it and he turned it into something beautiful, something romanticized so people would take chances, so they wouldn’t be afraid.

He couldn’t do that with you.

He hadn’t been able to say anything about your death at all.

It had been the one that had made him realize that he was so completely fucking selfish, that death wasn’t something to sentimentalize. Because fuck, it had hurt so fucking badly. It had stabbed him through the heart, and now he would have to die twice because you had gone first.

And he hated himself even more because he hadn’t felt a damn thing. It wasn’t like all of the stories, where you get that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, when you just know that something so terrible has happened to the person you love. It wasn’t like that at all. He felt nothing. Shouldn’t he have felt something?

And for that reason, part of him wondered if you really were gone. Part of him wondered if BB-8 had simply been wrong. Maybe he missed something. He wondered if maybe the small droid had blown a fuse in the landing, broken a sensor, something, anything. How many times had Poe crashed a ship and still managed to walk away with his life? There had to be a chance. Hope.

But his beloved droid, the only thing he had left, promised that he had been so completely thorough in checking the wreckage. That you weren’t there. There was nowhere else for you to be. It had been a week now, and Poe had spent every single night laying in the grass just outside of the hangar, waiting for you.

You never came.

He couldn’t stay on base.

He was driving himself mad. Everywhere he looked, he saw you, felt you. It was all too much. Poe hadn’t even been able to bring himself to sleep in the bed you once shared, hadn’t been able to bring himself to look towards the spot where your X-Wing should have been parked — the spot right next to his. He hadn’t been able to say your name, though it was still ringing in his ear, your voice was still in his head, and he just wanted it to stop.

It wouldn’t fucking stop.

He had been flying with no particular destination in mind, though still on Ajan Kloss, for over ten hours now, hoping to clear his mind. But his thoughts — they were all you. All he could think about was you and your laugh and the way that you smelled and how you couldn’t get through the mornings without your caf, and how you ran your fingers through his hair on the nights he couldn’t sleep, and how you would sneak up behind him in the command center and wrap your arms around his waist.

How he didn’t believe in a Heaven, but he had been picturing you there, because Maker, he wanted you to be there, waiting for him even though he fucking knew he didn’t have a chance at getting in himself.

How he had lost and lost and lost, but he never imagined that he could lose you, but your life proved to be just as fleeting as everyone else’s.

Just as fleeting as his could be.

Poe wanted to crash his X-Wing. He wanted it to be over. He had even closed his eyes for several minutes at a time, just hoping to crash into something, and he was growing frustrated because every single time he felt himself getting just a little too close to the ground or any other object, he pulled back. He couldn’t fucking do it.

He was so, so weak.

He wanted to do it. He deserved to do it. But he couldn’t fucking bring himself to because your voice grew even louder each time he came close, telling him not to, begging him not to. And stars, he would always listen to you. Always did before.

But he just couldn’t take it. He couldn’t take the ghosts in his lungs and the skeletons in his closet. He couldn’t stand the taste of war anymore, so permanent on his tongue. The battles stitched across the skin of his back. All of the times he had failed. How he had failed you.

Poe was losing his mind.

And he was even more sure that he was losing his mind when he heard BB-8 frantically rush out that he had someone from base trying to come through his comlink, your call sign attached.

“Buddy, that’s Y/N’s. You know that.”

More frantic beeping that translated into two simple words — “I know.”

Poe’s stomach sank. He really did have a loose wire, a missing bolt, he wouldn’t make such a monumental mistake otherwise. BB-8 didn’t make mistakes.

“Beebee, this isn’t funny.”

The droid made a noise that sounded almost like a huff. “Just trust me.”

Poe grit his teeth, wanting to slam his head into the controls if he were being quite honest. But regardless, he flipped on the speaker of his coms, staying quiet, merely listening.

He heard some muffled talking, but he couldn’t really make out any particular voice or what they were saying. It had to have been a mistake, someone resetting something. Someone playing a sick joke, trying to mess with him. He shook his head, letting it hit the back of his seat with a small thump and a heavy sigh. He was just about to flip it off, already angling himself towards the ground again when a voice broke through the static.

“You know, I was kind of hoping that you’d be here waiting for me Dameron.”

He pulled up suddenly, causing the ship to jerk wildly for just a moment, his eyes widening and the air completely leaving his lungs as if he had been kicked in the chest.

“Y/N?”

“Hi flyboy.”

Poe couldn’t speak. Completely lost the ability to. His head was spinning wildly and he felt like he was going to be sick. This couldn’t actually be happening. How could this be happening? BB-8 had been so sure.

“You still with me Poe?”

He swallowed the lump that was threatening to rise in his throat.

“I’m losing my damn mind.”

You laughed. You laughed and Poe’s stomach flipped because he thought he would never get to hear that beautiful, angelic sound ever again.

He swallowed again. He didn’t want to start crying, not then. He would save his tears for later that night, once he had you back in his arms and in the comfort of your shared quarters, once he was positive that this wasn’t his mind playing some cruel trick.

“How?”

His voice was nothing more than a broken whisper, and he hated how it sounded in his ears. It didn’t sound like him at all.

“I got thrown,” you sighed, and Poe felt his heart clench just a little bit. He remembered when he had crashed that TIE back on Jakku, how hurt and scared and dehydrated he had been before finding help.

Hurt and scared and dehydrated was better than dead though.

It was definitely better than dead.

“Are you okay?”

“Just a little banged up, I’m fine. Are you okay?”

Poe thought about her question, but his mind was jumping all over the place, still in shock, still not truly believing that she was really sitting back at base, talking to him. That her voice really was in his ear and not just some hallucination in his head.

“I don’t know.”

His words were truthful. He wasn’t lying. He really didn’t know.

“Come back to me baby. Come home.”

Why did he feel like he couldn’t?

“I’ve failed.”

“You haven’t failed baby.”

“I almost lost you.”

“I’m right here.”

“I can’t do this.”

Shouldn’t he have been happy? Shouldn’t he have felt something? Why was he still numb?

“Let me help you.”

He sobbed, the sound strangled, tearing through his throat so violently it burned his vocal chords.

He didn’t deserve it. Poe didn’t deserve anything from anyone. He didn’t deserve help, he didn’t deserve you, he didn’t deserve to live.

He deserved to lose.

“I need you, Poe Dameron. I need you.”

He stopped, his heart clenching in his chest — there it was, the feeling. Emotion. Something.

“Say it again.”

“I need you.”

Another tug.

You needed him. You needed him and you did deserve everything from everyone. You deserved all of the love and affection and every little thing you could ever possibly dream of. You deserved it all. You deserved better than him.

But he was selfish. He wanted to be selfish.

You needed him.

He needed you.

You didn’t deserve to lose.

He did, he still thought that he deserved to lose everything. But he couldn’t lose you, not again.

And he couldn’t let you lose him.

It had become so apparent that losing each other would only ever be red. It would never be beautiful, he could never make it beautiful.

Loss, death, all of that blood spilled in war — it was only ever red.

And Poe Dameron would do everything in his power to try and avoid it.

He’d come home. He’d see you in just a little while, and he would cry, just like he told himself he would, but he would also let himself get lost in loving you, the most beautiful thing that he could make.