#still love poe dameron tho

[heroesoath]

also idc if he's used by every other person, i'm gonna use ojc for marc/steven/jake

he was perfect casting and marvel fumbled so hard

[the-force-awakens]

Two Birds, One Stone

Pairing: poe dameron/f!reader (no pronouns) Rating: explicit Word Count: 4.3k Warnings: smut (18+ only): fingering, oral (m receiving) unprotected piv, alcohol consumption (both parties are sober tho), friends to lovers, one night stand (or is it?) A/N: I have no idea why this concept burrowed into my head the way it did or how I ended up almost writing 5k of it but??? here we are.

You glance around the rec room - Snap and Karé making eyes at each other in the corner, Tallie and Paige already making out at another table - then back at Poe who is staring studiously ahead following his unintentional slip up that he's frustrated in a very particular kind of way, and wraps his lips around the bottle of coruscant cooler he bribed Yolo for. 

And it's gotta be the sip you've taken of your drink that makes you blurt, out of the blue, "There's me.”

His entire frame goes carefully rigid, enough so that you almost want to take the words back — almost but not quite. Poe lowers his drink slowly, casting you a skeptical look. "What?”

You shift slightly, giving him a casual shrug. "I said there's me. I'm not under your command, no reason for you to feel guilty. And -” despite the brazen nature of your suggestion, you feel warmth climb up your neck to your face - "it's been a while for me too. Two birds, one stone. Well - one dick, I guess.”

His eyebrows had nearly shot up to his hairline, but they lower now, something shifting in his expression as he studies yours. "You're serious?”

At this, you can't help but feel a little offended and you don't bother disguising that as you reply, "No, I just decided to screw with you about screwing you - yes, I'm being serious.”

He snorts at that, pushes away his bottle and turns in his seat, looking around the room before his gaze lands back on yours, a gentle heat building in his eyes that makes you falter and wonder if you've made a terrible mistake in suggesting this. "You know how many people we're going to hear an 'I told you so' from if they find out?”

You grin, leaning forward and daring to place your hand high on his thigh, enough that Poe's breath audibly hitches. “Do you really care what they have to say if it means getting off tonight?”

"I - uh - nope," he lands on empathically, popping the 'p' as he slides off his bar stool, offering you his hand to help you down off yours. It's sweet and he's done it a million times - but now it makes your heart trip over itself. "You sure about this?”

You are, in the sense that you know you want this. But what you're not so sure about is if it's a good idea, when his sheepish smile and crinkled eyes alone give you butterflies. Knowing his body intimately like you've suggested seems like playing with fire. 

"Yeah. You?” Because he hasn't actually said yet, though you know he wouldn't have budged if he hadn't made his mind up already - if it wasn't a yes, he'd still be at the bar.

"Surer than I've ever been," Poe replies with a crooked grin, squeezing your hand slightly and - yeah. This was a really fucking bad idea.

But you also really don't care.

You wonder if Poe can feel you watching him the entire walk back to his quarters. Nothing about the trek back seems significant yet at the same time incredibly surreal: you know where he keeps his flimsiplast blueprints of classic starfighter models hidden away for safe keeping, the name of that really naughty erotic romance novel he secretly loves even though the ending made him cry, you've curled up in his bed watching horror movies while he used you as a human shield and peering at the screen from behind your shoulder (which you found particularly endearing, considering how daring he is in every other facet of life, and also because it warms you from the inside out that he trusts you to protect him). 

And now you're going to know what it's like to have him spread out against his mattress, flushed and panting underneath you. The thought sends desire zipping down your back so intense that for the first time since leaving the rec room, you drop your eyes away from Poe - something like guilt surfacing over the thick wave of arousal at the fantasy you've conjured. Is it really wrong to think about it when it's about to be a reality?

You're yanked out of your thoughts by the soft beeps of Poe punching in the code to his room - Leia's birthday - and the pneumatic hiss of the door sliding open. His smile is genuine and earnest as he motions you to go in first.

It's surprisingly clean, cleaner than it'd been the night before last when you'd unceremoniously dropped onto his bed complaining about Laszlo being a dick during your shift (though there was never a time when he wasn't a dick) — so you assume Poe must've found the time and energy to tidy this morning before his patrol, or BB-8 did. Speaking of which -

“Where's Bee?” You ask as Poe steps in after you, the door sliding close behind him. Though you don't turn around, you sense him moving closer - slowly, like he's either trying to work out his next move or if he's not sure when you're supposed to begin. 

"He wanted to spend some time with the astromech pool,” Poe answers, giving in and lightly dragging his knuckles down the length of your bare arm, leaving gooseflesh in his wake. "Probably won't be back until later.”

"Lucky,” you breathe, heart rate picking up already because he's never touched you like this before. You were used to being touched by him because Poe was incredibly tactile and affectionate, but those had all been fleeting because despite his touchy nature, Poe didn't linger. 

He's lingering now, though, stepping close enough you can nearly feel his chest against your back. He flexes his hand out, lets his palm slide back up as he replies, "Yeah, luck seems to be going around tonight.”

Ordinarily you'd have rolled your eyes - hell, the temptation to do it is so instinct you nearly do, but it's overpowered by how the sincerity of his voice makes you melt. 

And melting is really not ideal. Neither is the way your traitorous knees already want to buckle just from this, from his close proximity that's still nowhere near close enough to sate you — either of you, really. 

You turn slowly around, breath catching low in your chest as you finally get a glimpse of Poe's face, of the unmasked want darkening his features and his eyes, which unabashedly rake over your frame like he's been waiting for permission to do so for a while. 

The thought that maybe he wants you almost as bad as you want him makes you clench your thighs together, and soothes some of the sting of the thought simmering in the back of your head which is that you want more than one night of this. 

No, that's not quite it either. 

You want this, you want - need - to know what it's like to have him inside you, to hear him moan your name, watch him unravel; you wouldn't take back your offer now and you're sure as hell not going to regret it later, not when Poe is looking down promisingly at you like that.

You want him in every single way you can have a person and it terrifies you because you've never felt like that for anyone — because sex has always just been a bit of fun for you, a way to stop thinking, to feel good. 

But it already feels like so much more than that right now. You feel like by inviting yourself into his bed, you've cracked open your ribcage so that all the love you've been hiding can spill out. 

"Can I kiss you?” Poe asks, deadly serious as he zeroes in on your mouth, before flicking up to meet your eyes - searching for any sign of hesitance. 

"Please.” It comes out breathier and a little more desperate than you meant for, but you don't think you can wait any longer. And it seems like Poe's patience has run out as well, because he surges forward, pulling you flush against him as he cups your face, kisses you hard.

You open your mouth to him, groan when he slides his tongue in, when his blazing hot hand meets bare skin as your shirt lifts up when you go to wrap your arm around his shoulders, pulling him closer, your other hand sliding up his stubbled jaw — it prickles against your palm and you moan again, thinking of what it'd feel like against your thighs.

Poe nudges you forward, keeping you steady as he walks you backwards to his bunk - like you don't already have the layout to his room memorized, you're in it more than your own - and you're struck with three simultaneous realizations at once:

Poe Dameron was as good at kissing as he was flying

You probably could have done this without kissing him at all, kept this impersonal, kept some line in the sand of your relationship with him

You were about to have sex with your best friend. 

And some-fucking-how the least terrifying on the list was the third one.

You break apart from each other slowly, exchanging a weighted look that's filled to the brim of unsaid things and emotions clawing their way to the surface like a drowning man desperate for air; Poe's cheeks are already flushed and when he shifts closer, you feel his hard length pressing against the seam of his trousers. 

Taking a step back from him, you toe off your boots, immediately knocking them aside and out of the way with your ankle as Poe kicks his off. As he shucks his jacket off, you peel your shirt up and over your head — and are immediately rewarded with the sound of Poe inhaling sharply because you didn't wear a bra tonight. 

You don't normally, the weight of the straps often giving you migraines, so you usually opt for tank tops underneath: you hadn't worn one tonight, hadn't made an effort to be remotely put together because your plans had involved having a drink with Poe and then crashing for the night after such a long day - which, technically speaking, nothing about that has changed.

You sit down on the edge of the mattress, which is a bad idea because it puts you at eye-level where his trousers are tented. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you're reaching for him, undoing his belt with nimble fingers. 

"What are you - oh fuck -” Poe sucks in a sharp breath as you yank down his trousers and underwear in one quick motion, revealing his thick cock. It's curved up, towards his tummy, and already leaking precum.

You pull him closer, fingernails digging probably too harshly into his thighs. You glance up at him under your eyelashes, find him staring at you with dark, frantic eyes as his chest heaves. He's already unraveling and you've barely begun. The thought does very little to help the gathering dampness in your underwear, but it sure motivates you into returning your focus to the task at hand. 

You don't immediately go for his dick though - instead you lean in, pressing your nose against the soft skin of his thigh, ghosting your lips across it and you're struck with the exigent need to mark him. Which shouldn't be on the table, it shouldn't. But the thought of leaving behind evidence of tonight on his body, one that he won't be able to ignore, that will remain for a day or two and that he'll have to look at in the shower or when he dresses or (hopefully) when he gets himself off — makes something thrash in self-satisfaction behind your ribcage. 

Something that's immediately replaced with a wave of disappointment: you don't have any claim on him, even if you know him better than anyone else in the galaxy. Even if you're a little bit hopelessly in love with him. 

So instead of pinching his skin between your teeth, you move further up to his neglected cock and lick a long, slow swipe up the underside of his shaft, which makes Poe gasp roughly, his head tipping back and exposing his throat.

Scratch that. You're completely and utterly gone for your best friend, no ‘little bit’ about it. Which, again, is not ideal so you shove the thought away angrily and take it out on Poe by swallowing him down.

What you can't take in your mouth, you wrap your fist around, jerking him off at the same time that you savor the weight and taste of him on your tongue, every groan and whimper that falls from his lips.

It doesn't feel like it's been long at all when his hips buck harshly into your mouth and you hear him swear, bitten off. He grabs your hair, pulling you off abruptly, his breathing erratic as he releases his grip on you, rubbing your skull apologetically with his thumb. "Not gonna last if you keep that up, maker fuck, you're good at that.” 

"Oh, did you underestimate how good I'd be?” You retort, scooting backwards on the bed when Poe gestures for you to, giving him room to crawl in after you. 

"No.” It's a surprisingly clipped answer, and there's a weight to it that gives you pause, trying to search his shadowed face for a deeper meaning because for once in his life, Poe isn't saying something. 

But before you can ask another question, he's ducking in to kiss you again, slowly as he settles over you, gently pushing until you're supine on your back, his body covering yours as he braces himself on his elbow so as to keep his full weight off you (not that you'd really mind), while letting his hand slide down to your neck, his thumb settling in at the dip of your throat and maker fuck that shouldn't feel so good. 

He wedges one thigh between your legs, grinding up and you nearly choke, whining his name against his lips - which has the delightful side effect of making Poe groan, bucking against you before having the audacity to pull his thigh back away from your core.

He tears his mouth away from yours, the hand that was around your throat sliding down your bare torso, stopping to thumb the underside of your nipple which has you arching up into his touch carelessly, eyelids fluttering shut so you miss his brief, pleased smile before he works his hand between your bodies. 

Poe pushes aside your underwear, dipping one finger inside you to the knuckle, making you both moan. "Gods, you're wet,” he sounds like he can't believe it, even though you can both hear the slickness as he drags his finger slowly around. "All this just from getting me off, baby?”

The endearment falls off his lips easily and without thought but it makes you clench down around him subconsciously as your mind grapples with the fact that this is actually happening, that his calloused finger is pressing up against your slick walls.

The realization thuds around your brain like an echoing drum, intensifying when he slides another finger in. The stretch is slow, stings a little because it's been a while since anyone's fingers but yours were down there, and Poe's are decidedly thicker. 

Longer too, evidently, because he's reaching a place that has sparks appearing behind your eyes, something sharp, full and hot building low in your stomach. You rock into his hand, nodding wordlessly as you try to chase your own high. "All for you," you hear yourself say, high-pitched and barely familiar to your own ears. 

“All for - gods,” his voice breaks down into something nonsensical as his fingers slide deeper inside, grinding against your walls and crooking back towards himself in a way that leaves the entire world muffled around you, your mouth dropping when he leans back on his knees, using his other hand to give attention to your neglected clit. "All for me," he murmurs again, incredulous while you whine and squirm, openly admiring your wrecked expression. "You gonna come for me, too?”

The combination of being stuffed full of his fingers, his clever ministrations against your clit and his makerdamned voice is enough to — you're not even sure what happens. You cum but it's nothing like anything that's happened before: instead of crashing over the edge and losing temporary awareness of your body, it's like you've surfaced from the deepest part of the ocean and are sucking in greedy lung-fulls of air, no longer crushed down by the unforgiving current pressure. 

Your whole body is trembling when Poe slowly removes his fingers, transfixed at the sight between your legs — before his eyes trail back to his fingers, which gleam in the low light with the thick evidence of your climax. He brings them up to his mouth, sucking away the residue: his eyes roll back like they do when his taste buds go alight with something you've baked together in the kitchens, an appreciative noise rumbling up his chest and going straight to your core as he drops his hand. 

He seems wrought with indecision for a moment - you can tell by the way his brow furrows, his tongue darting out to swipe along his bottom lip that he's thinking, considering his options while situated between your thighs.

You're too impatient for that: you breathe out his name, reaching for him and it breaks his reverie. He's back over you in an instant, kissing you again, parts long enough to murmur, "You taste so good.”

His praise makes you groan, and you drag him down to kiss him again, fingernails scraping his scalp - which he seems to like by the way he jerks into you with a gasp, reminding you of just how badly want him inside you.

"Poe, come on -”

"Anyone ever tell you you're impatient?” Poe asks around a grin, but he obeys anyway (which makes your brain light up with interest), and strokes himself roughly, going to line up with your entrance. 

You snarf at that. “Yeah, you have - repeatedly. Last I checked you weren't any better.”

He notches the head of his cock against you and your breath stalls, grip tightening in his hair as Poe slowly sinks in another few inches. 

"I'm patient about - hnngh - some things,” he says, face pinched as he unexpectedly stops. He's not even halfway in yet and already you feel unbearably full. You can't imagine what it'll be like when he's in all the way. "The important things - those I'm - fuck you're soft and -”

He makes another wordless noise of appreciation, hands gripping your thighs so tightly that you know there will be bruises there later - and, oh, how that makes your stomach corkscrew with desire. 

You exhale shakily, slacken your hold on his curls, try to summon the energy to speak, to help him breathe through it — he said it's been awhile since the last time he was with anyone, after all. “What are you patient about? Not the first cup of caf, I can tell you that.” 

He huffs a noise that might be a laugh, moving just that much deeper inside of you. Poe's eyes are squinched shut, eyelashes long and dark against the tips of cheekbones. “I - this - been waitin' for this - been -” his sentence fades in a shared synchronized moan between the two of you as he sinks in fully, his cock disappearing inside of you. 

If it's possible to be cock drunk instantly, you wonder if you aren't now, because everything feels heady and light as you adjust to the feel of him, his words bouncing around in your head but not quite sticking. You clench around him unintentionally and Poe swears, dropping his head to your shoulder. 

Belatedly, you realize he's still rambling — you open your mouth to start to interrupt, tell him he can move now, when he says, "This is so better than I imagined it'd be, you feel so good, you -”

He stops abruptly, going as carefully still as he had in the rec room, this time because he can feel you tense beneath him. Slowly, Poe lifts his head up from your shoulder, dark brown eyes flicking between yours panickedly, "It - I just - I meant -” 

You press your finger to his lips, stopping him from going on another spiel and - for good measure - you let your other hand slide around the curve of his back to keep him in place, in case he gets the idea of pulling out of you following his unintentional bombshell.

"It's better than I thought it'd be too,” you tell him softly, trailing your fingertip down his kiss-swollen lips as your heart pounds. You know Poe better than anyone, better than yourself, yet there's still a seed of anxiety sprouting in the back of your mind that you're misunderstanding him, that he did just mean it's better than he thought it would be back at the bar.

You ignore it, forging ahead to confess, "I just wish it was for more than one night.”

Poe pushes up on his elbow in surprise. The sudden movement tips the angle of your hips, so that he pushes in even deeper, the tip of him hitting some sweet spot that has your stomach flipping. 

It also means that his face is caught between pleasure and revelation, which is a funny mix but it just softens his countenance to the point that affection swells up your throat: you love him so much that it isn't fair. 

"Doesn't have to be if you don't want it to,” Poe says, shyness creeping into his voice. It's rare, hearing that from him - you're so used to his confidence that the absence of it is so stark and surreal you nearly forget how you ended up in this conversation. 

"I want every night with you, every morning. I want you. Not just like this - though, this is -” experimentally, you lift yourself up, grinding into him and making you both groan - "good, this is really fucking good. I want…want you. All of you.”

You don't realize you've closed your eyes until Poe taps you lightly on your sternum: when you blink them back open, he's smiling softer than you've ever seen him. “You have me, you've had me for a long time. Maker, I've wanted you so bad -” he laughs, rakes his free hand through his hair - "didn't expect to tell you like this though.”

And you can't help but laugh too, because everything is backwards and completely perfect too. You hitch your leg up around his hip, pressing the heel off your foot against the small of his back, opening yourself up to him. “Somehow I can't imagine it happening any other way…but do you think we could reconvene on laughing at how ridiculous we are later and get back to the fucking now?”

"Yeah, I can do that.” Poe leans back down, grinning broadly as his lips find yours, kissing you long and slow as he finally pulls out, thrusting back in with a lazy grind, letting you feel every vein and ridge of his cock drag against your walls. 

"Oh - just like that - more -” you break off as Poe tilts his head, licking into your mouth, tongue slick against yours as he snakes one hand between your bodies to thumb at your clit while he continues his devastating slow pace.

Slow but hard, snapping up into you just like you want, adding just enough force at the apex of each thrust that you see stars, electricity zipping up your spine as the throbbing between your legs crests —

Your thighs tense around Poe as you come, his name a jagged noise on your tongue as you cling to him through the haze, trying to catch your breath even as Poe continues to rut into you, desperate for his own release. 

He's well beyond words now, reduced to grunts and the occasional whimper, clutching your knee - rubbing the bump of bone absently with his thumb, even as he chases his own high. 

Eager to help him get there, you slide your hands back into his hair like he seemed to like earlier, tugging on his curls as you lean in and knock your mouths together in a messy kiss, trying to meet his thrusts with your own, clenching weakly around him. 

It's when you tug on his bottom lip that Poe finally comes, spilling inside of you for what feels simultaneously like lightyears and mere seconds, dropping his head against the curve of your neck as he lets go of your leg so you can straighten it out finally.

He doesn't pull out immediately and you're glad, gladder still when Poe wedges his arms around your back, drawing you closer - kisses your sweaty skin at your collarbone. The kind of sleepy, thoughtless affection you've been dreaming of for years. 

Eventually after a while of luxuriating in the honey-like bliss that's enveloped you both as you come down from your respective highs, Poe perches his chin in the valley of your breasts, which makes the juxtaposition of his serious face all the stranger as he studies you. "I love you - is that okay?”

There's a million and one ways you've imagined him saying those three words to you, and a million and one ways you've imagined responding to them.

In this one, you knock your knee against his ribs, grinning crookedly when you reply, “Only if it's okay that I love you too,” before tugging him up to kiss his smiling mouth again - because you can. 

And not just tonight. You'll get to kiss him in the morning when you wake up together, still entwined together, and again before his next patrol; you get to have him not for just one night, but for every night, as long as you both want.

You wrap your arms around him, hugging his warm body to your own as sleep begins to pull you both under, his weight a comfortable pressure against you, leaving you utterly content.

This, you decide sleepily, was single handedly the best idea you've ever had.

[dameronswife]

Hi Nym! If you’re comfortable, I was wondering about the details of your SW s/i + their relationship with Poe. If you want I’d love to hear about them!! —CCFM :)

Hi Rina!!! AAAAAAA Oh, I am so comfortable with that actually, I love talking about the two of them 🥰! I'm going to be upfront and admit it's not the most...orthodox? storyline? The ship itself began in an RP me and my friend (@hermitmoss) have where our two prequel era self-inserts are hurtled into the future, and Poe recruits them — and most of the verses I've got (including many with my co-general in Dameron wifery, @dameronalone) keep with that theme because I'm kind of in love with the concept of romances time can't get in between of.

(I do want to come up with an actual canon compliant verse some day tho lmfao).

But! To the point! My S/I is named Volya Doneeta! She's a chubby blue Twi'lek with extremely short lekku, who also happens to be a Jedi who...cannot connect with the Force at all, beyond strong empathic abilities she can't control. She's....a very loving disaster who latches onto people and will love and protect them with her all. She's a starfighter pilot which is one huge thing she and Poe initially bond over, and they click fast and hard because of their similarities in how they feel the most alive/at their best in space and/or a cockpit, but also because when they meet they both happen to still be grieving someone very important in their lives (Poe with L'ulo, and then Volya with her mentor).

Because of the fact that they see a similar soul in one another, they're kind of instantly ride or die for each other, and in most 'verses it doesn't take them long at all to get together bc when they go grab some caf to get to know each other better, they end up agreeing it's a date and decide to see where things go, altho Voy sometimes wonders if she's maybe not romantic enough because it's her first real relationship. (Side note: Volya does eventually join Poe's squadron.)

A huge part of their dynamic (aside from them being dorky besties) is the theme of hope and learning to live again. Altho Volya definitely has her own reckless streak, it's nowhere near as bad as Poe's, and she's practically ruthless in her optimism, if only because she can't admit that they might lose the war or she might lose Poe. She slows Poe down and reminds him that he has time, that he could have a future beyond the war, but at the same time, Poe pulls her out of her shell and pushes her just enough out of her comfort zone to get Volya questioning what it is that she wants for herself.

And here are the couple of the hour, courtesy of @/hermitmoss again 🥰

[rovermcfly]

Me, excitedly waiting for S2 of Green Eggs and Ham, knowing full well they're gonna give Sam a female love interest or something because the character is "too iconic to run the risk of seeming gay" or whatever

[marc-spectorr]

hate to love you

ˣ pairing: poe dameron x f!reader

ˣ summary: being stranded on a planet? not a problem, at least rescue’s coming. the real issue is that it means for twelve hours, you’re stuck with poe dameron.

ˣ warnings: 7.7k wc. explicit smut (oral/vaginal) and language. enemies-ish to lovers & forced proximity trope. mentions of blood & injuries. kinda soft!

ˣ a/n: “it’s been 84 years…” seriously tho i apologize for the big delay in posting ;_; but yay here’s my first official poe fic! i didn’t intend for this to be quite long, still i hope you enjoy 🤍

You’re seething with anger.

A red, hot, and blinding rage.

One more word out of your Commander, and you swear you’d make him regret having survived that crash landing.

You couldn’t care any less for his half-assed excuses. The weak explanations and baseless assumptions that only boil your blood. Even the sound of his mere voice has you so irritated that you wish the explosion had blown out your ear drums.

If only he had listened to you, then the two of you wouldn’t be in this mess— you wouldn’t be stranded on some unknown, barren planet deep in the outer rim.

Quick to point a finger, this was entirely Poe Dameron’s doing.

This was all his fucking fault.

“Relax, darling,” Poe assures nonchalantly. You roll your eyes at his endearment, darling. Bastard. Smiles cockily like one too. “Nearest Resistance outpost received our distress signal along with coordinates ’fore we got shot down. At this rate, rescue should be coming in by the next morning.”

You bite your tongue hard, maintaining a steely, scathing gaze at the flickering embers before you. That’s at least twelve hours. Twelve miserable hours with Poe, the very last man you’d want to be stuck with.

Maker, what did you do in your past life to deserve this punishment?

“I’m sure you’ll be perfectly fine sleeping here in the meantime. Think of this as a vacation of sorts. An overnight camping trip. You always did mention wanting to get out of D’Qar for a tiny bit.”

By here, Poe meant the rocky cavern serving as your shelter for the night. Thankfully, he managed to do something correctly, and that was igniting a fire. The sun was dipping behind the horizon at a quickened pace; you could already feel the sharp nip of the wind swirling in the air.

Great. Earlier, you had narrowly avoided dying in a ball of fire. Now, you’re faced with the threat of hypothermia.

Two extremes. Funny how the universe works at times.

“So, are you just gonna give me the silent treatment or what?”

Never mind that. Freezing to death sounded much more appealing than having Poe talk your ear off.

It pisses you off how he’s seemingly amused by the situation. Acting as if he didn’t get your ship shot down, almost killing you in an attempt to prove a point. The only thing Poe confirmed at that moment was how incredibly reckless and arrogant he could be. That, plus you realized how little he cares about your well-being, seeing he was ready to risk your life along with his.

“C’mon, lighten up, Black Two,” Poe spurs as he sits cross-legged on the coarse ground beside you. “At least we made it out alive.”

You recoil at Poe’s sudden nearness, tugging the emergency blanket draped over your body closer. Lucky for you both, you escaped the fiery wreckage with a couple of minor injuries. Some scrapes and bruises. He’s got a busted lip, small cuts along his cheek, and the bridge of his nose.

On the other hand, you were nursing a swollen ankle that was probably more of a sprain than not. Add to that a nasty gash on your forehead and a deep cut to the side. But hey, things could have been much worse.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay. There, there’s your apology,” he offers tartly. “And you can stop with the poutiness now. It doesn’t suit your face, darling.”

Turning to meet Poe’s gaze, you scoff at him. “Seriously? You honestly think saying “I’m sorry” after the shit you pulled up there will magically fix things?”

“Well, it’s a start. No need to get all snippy at me. Case you haven’t noticed, I’m stuck on this lame fucking planet too.”

“Imagine how I feel being stuck with you, jack-ass,” you snark with all the bitterness in your tone.

Poe pauses, then narrows his eyes. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that I’m sick and tired of you, Dameron. Always so damn egotistic and condescending. It’s astounding how you made it this far into the war still in one piece.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault those tie-fighters ambushed us out of nowhere, alright? I had it all under control and could have really used your help. But no— instead, you wouldn’t stop bitching about high-tailing outta there. We only had enough fuel for one more jump!”

“And? Being stranded in space and waiting for help makes a shit ton of sense versus going against ten fucking tie-fighters shooting at us all at once.”

Poe huffs out a breath, shaking his head. “If we would have gone with your plan, it would mean aborting the mission and coming back to base empty-handed.”

“I fail to see where you find fault in that, considering what we were up against. But whatever— thanks for nearly getting me killed, by the way. I have nothing else to say to you.”

A pained hiss passes from your clenched teeth as you push yourself back up to your feet. You stagger several yards towards the entrance of the cave, furthering yourself from the warmth of the fire. Cold be damned, you need to get far and away from him. Fast. It’s as if Poe’s very existence repels you. Drives you into a spiraling madness, and it’s no wonder that you hate his guts.

You hate Poe Dameron.

Loathe, despised, detest, and abhor.

Call it whatever the fuck you want, but no word would be enough to describe the amount of resentment you had for him.

This isn’t the first time Poe has gotten under your skin, and it certainly won’t be the last.

Too bad he’s the Resistance’s Golden Boy. Untouchable and could never do wrong. His actions today would be seen as heroic. A brave, brazen move. And if that isn’t the case, then the least Leia would do is give him a mere slap on the wrist and ground him for a day or two.

No harsh punishment for the fleet’s best fighter pilot. Not for Poe. Never for him.

The fate of the galaxy relies on people like him.

What a shame.

What a damn, fucking shame.

“Two.”

Your thoughts are derailed when Poe intones your callsign, cutting through the vast silence with what could be mistaken as sincerity. The urge to snap at him for disturbing your respite is there, but the energy to actually do it has all been depleted.

You’re tired. Exhausted— so fucking exhausted of him that you wanted nothing more than to be left alone in the peace. Why couldn’t he allow you that?

“Come back inside. It’s getting cold out here,” Poe coaxes softly.

You dismiss him with a wave of your hand. Even without checking, you’re well aware that he’s standing there behind you, waiting.

“Kriff, can you stop being stubborn and talk to me for just five seconds?”

Poe doesn’t relent. He never does. He always has to have the last word, the last laugh, everything.

And he’s only this way when he’s with you, for reasons perhaps you may never know.

A heavy sigh fills the empty pause. You barely register the blanket settling across your shoulders until Poe softly calls out your name. Not your callsign like he normally does. But your name. And it flees from his lips in a low whisper, void of any spite or sourness. You’re not used to it— the softness in his voice, the quiet calmness that soon follows.

For a moment, you think there is sincerity this time.

Poe appears in your field of vision, and you swallow thickly. Hate him all you want, but you can never deny how handsome he is. Even you have shamefully indulged a glance at him here and there around the base.  

There’s a reason why everyone, at some point or another, has fancied Poe. Bronzed skin, dark café eyes, a smile that’s brighter than the Tatooine suns. If looks could bring the First Order down alone, Commander Dameron would have already forced them to their knees.

“You’re bleeding,” he observes, thick brows knitting in worry. Your gaze shifts from the golden cast on Poe’s face to the laceration on your hip that you’d crudely bandaged up earlier. Blood soaks through your tee, trickling down and staining the earth below. He had previously offered to help you, although you were too angry to allow him. Even if it hurts like a bitch. “I promise to shut up for the rest of the night if you let me patch that up correctly.”

You chuckle mirthfully. “For the rest of the night? Hmm, I don’t know. That seems quite a far-fetched feat for you, Dameron.”

“Try me,” Poe adds with a small smile, and there’s something in the way he looks at you. Something so gentle, sweet. Your eyes flicker back to his, and fuck— Poe is beautiful in this gleaming light.

You mentally shove that final thought into the farthest depths of your head.

“Fine,” you agree slowly. “But if I hear a single peep out of you, I’m tossing you into the fire.”

Poe smirks, nodding. “Copy that.”

You almost tossed him into the fire.

Almost.

Impressively, Poe did keep his mouth close for the first ten minutes or so. He had you lying on your back, cushioned by his jacket spread on the harsh floor. You stared at the stony overhead above as he changed the wrappings on your side with fresh bacta pads from the emergency kit he recovered at the crash site.

Everything was going pretty well. That is until he cleared his throat.

“Please don’t react when I ask you this, but— can you take off your shirt for me?”

Your fist tightens into a ball for a few seconds until you force yourself to relax.

“Why? You can reach the wound fine like this. There’s no need for it to be off.”

Poe exhales a long, weary breath. “Your shirt is getting in the way, Two. I can’t clean this thoroughly with it on; if I don’t, the bacta won’t be enough to stop an infection. Trust me, it’s not going to be pleasant if that happens.”

Your face heats up, and it’s not because of the makeshift fire nearby. The last thing you expected today is Poe seeing you in such an undressed state. Maker, this mission only keeps getting worse and worse, isn’t it?

“Don’t look anywhere you’re not supposed to, got it?” you warn him with a spitfire tone. “If I catch even the slightest glimpse, I will—”

“Yeah, yeah— you’ll toss me into the fire,” Poe finishes your threat as he untwists the bottle cap of the antiseptic solution. “Shirt off, I’ll be quick. Don’t have to worry about me sneaking a peek, darling.”

You strip off your tee with a grunt, Poe coming to assist when he notices you struggling to get it over your head. The airy chill bites at your bare skin instantly. Clad in only a bra, you begin to shiver slightly, arms coming up to shield the upper half of your body from both the stiff breeze and Poe’s view.

Strangely, you aren’t apprehensive about him going against his word. Poe could be an asshole, sure. But he’s not the type to disrespect in that regard. The most you can expect from him is the incessant teasing and flirting— all lighthearted, harmless, and fun (for him, at least).

You haven’t been on the receiving end of it. Not for a while now, no. You remember the time Poe wasn’t a difficult man to deal with. It had been so long ago that you’d forgotten what that was like. Having him around and not wanting to immediately leave his presence. It’s quite hard to believe that such a time had ever existed.

You don’t know what went wrong, why things are the way they are now.

You wonder if it’s too late to fix this. If there’s anything left to salvage when you’re grasping onto a fraying thread. You want things to change, desperately so. But it’s all up to him. It’s all up to Poe.

Poe. His hands are on your body, warm and soft. Gentle in the way he moves them as he mends your injury.

He touches you carefully like you’re made out of glass— fragile and delicate— and you try disregarding the tingling buzz in your veins. How he bites the corner of his bottom lip in concentration, his stray dark locks sweeping against his forehead as he leans in closer. Close enough that his hot breath fans over your skin, and it’s electrifying.

There’s a fleeting moment of you wanting to seek out more. Chasing something that you would not dare to ask. Something that you’re certain would never happen.

Not with Poe.

No— Not here. Not now. Not ever.

“Sorry, again,” you hear Poe say softly as deft fingers secure the new wrapping over your wound. “I-I didn’t mean to hurt you back there. It was fucking stupid of me to even try, and look what happened. I should have listened to you and—”

He stops for a beat and quietly hands you your t-shirt to put back on. There’s a shift in Poe’s demeanor. Gone was his haughty, overly narcissistic self, that unbearable side of him that you’ve known for so long. 

This Poe, however— this is all new. Caring, compassionate. Soft and gentle. It’s all new to you. Different and unrecognizable. As unfamiliar as this planet is to you.

Where has this version of Poe been hiding? Because for once, he’s not insufferable.

“I know you don’t like me. I know that once we’re back on D’Qar, you’re going to chew me out in front of the General, and I deserve it,” he continues, guiding you to sit up. “I don’t expect you to forgive me. But what I’m hoping for right now is for you to understand how sorry I am for taking things too far. It wasn’t my intention to put you in harm’s way. It never is.”

A light crackling noise pierces the stillness of the air. The ember glow from the flickering flames dances over Poe’s remorseful features. He regards you with a tender expression, those doe-brown irises of his make your heart thump quicker in your chest.

Surprisingly, you don’t fend off the smile slowly creeping its way across your face. “Now what? Are we calling a truce?”

“I’ll give you a trail mix bar if we do,” Poe beams, pulling out the snack from his jacket pocket and handing it to you. “A peace offering.”

With a half-serious glare, you snatch the trail mix away from him, grumbling, “Were you going to hide this from me the whole time?”

“No, of course not. I was planning on sharing one with you.”

Your brow furrows. “One?”

“Yeah, one,” Poe confirms, taking out a second bar and waving it in the air. “I brought along two just in case.”

“In case we get stranded on a deserted wasteland?”

Laughter bubbles out of him. “In case you and I get hungry during the flight.”

“Well, uh— thanks,” you reply briskly as you tear open the wrapper with Poe mirroring your action.

“See, I’m not all that bad,” he grins broadly, and there’s more truth to the statement than you care to admit.

God, you’re unsure whether you have a concussion or you’re losing your mind. Because one moment, you’re tearing Poe a new one, and the next, he’s sending a flurry of butterflies to the pit of your stomach. You’re confused as hell, nerves a jumbled mess, and you still can’t shake off the feeling of his hands on you— touching you.

Perhaps, it’s neither. Maybe it’s merely you beginning to hate him less.

Impossible, you briefly muse. But what if it isn’t?

“So… truce?” Poe asks whilst chewing, holding out his free hand to you. “Let’s turn a new leaf starting tonight. Look, I like you, Two. I really like you. I guess that’s also why I’ve been tough on you lately.”

Poe mumbles that last bit quickly, and you nearly choke on the bite you’ve taken. Even he’s caught by surprise with his own admission, his eyes widening in disbelief. But before you could question him on that further, he skips around the topic and continues.

“I swear, all the petty arguments end today. I don’t wanna butt heads with you anymore. So, what do you say? Truce?”

You let out a drawn-out sigh, your gaze locking on the hopeful gleam in those big brown eyes of his. He’s like a puppy. Say no, and it’s almost as bad as accidentally kicking it in the face. It wouldn’t hurt to give Poe another chance, right? It shouldn’t. And you pray to whatever higher power there is (or isn’t) that doing this wouldn’t turn out to be a big mistake.

“Okay,” you accept and shake Poe’s hand, not missing the growing curve on his lips. “Truce. No more bullshit, Dameron, or that’s it. I’m out.”

“No more bullshit, scout’s honor,” he upholds. “Now that’s out of the way…”

Oh hell. What now?

“Remember, we declared a truce. No backsies.”

You cross your arms against your chest. “Dameron, what are you talking about—”

“This planet’s atmosphere is shit, okay? Even with the fire here, it’s cold, and we only have one blanket.”

“Are you proposing that we—”

“Sleep together,” Poe declares rather enthusiastically. “Not in that way, obviously. I mean, sleep next to each other. Y’know, to conserve body heat? Keep ourselves as warm and cozy as possible.”

An exasperated groan escapes you. With the way you were rolling your eyes hard, it’s a good thing that it didn’t trigger an aneurysm. “Fucking— fine. You can sleep next to me. But hog the blanket from me, and I will—”

“Don’t have to remind me. Into the fire pit I shall go,” Poe smirks when you nod. “Consider yourself lucky, sweetheart. You’re guaranteed a restful slumber tonight despite the circumstances.”

“And how are you so sure of that?”

“Simple,” he answers, almost braggingly. “I don’t snore.”

You couldn’t come up with a snarky response to that. In fact, you couldn’t come up with any type of response. You’re too absorbed by the thought of Poe snuggling against you, something that would have really peeved you if it had been brought up an hour ago.

And Poe picks up on it, your speechlessness. Your glassy eyes, how your jaw slightly drops as if you had just heard the most absurd joke out of him. But you don’t flat-out deny his suggestion. You don’t have it in you to tell him to fuck off. Nor that the fire is more than enough to keep warm.

Embarrassingly, you wanted it. To feel Poe’s body beside you, surrounded by his radiating warmth. It’s been far too long since you’ve shared a bed with another man. Although this is technically not the same thing, you’re so goddamn touch-starved that sleeping next to Poe isn’t the most awful idea in the world.

Instead, it’s all you could think of— it’s all you need right now.

Fuck, you’re losing your sanity. That’s what it is. You’ve gone crazy after realizing that in less than a day, you’ve gone from hating Poe with every fiber of your being to craving… Well, him.

And you don’t know how to make of it. Whether or not you’ll make it.

Rescue would be coming soon. After dawn, if Poe’s estimations are correct. You could only hope that you’re able to survive through the night to be saved.

Hours have passed, and from what you can see, it’s still dark outside.

You lie restlessly on the rugged terrain in silence. The frigid air sweeping into the cavern leaves you shuddering, and you pull the blanket high under your chin. It’s silent for two or three beats, save for the snap and crackle of the blaze.

Then there’s rustling at your side. Glancing over, you find Poe on his back, one hand behind his head as he lets out a yawn.

“Can’t sleep?” You manage, copying his position so that you’re both staring aimlessly into nothing. ���Or are you afraid I might catch you lying about not being a snorer?”

A chuckle rumbles out of Poe. “Hey, I truly don’t snore. If you want, I can provide a list of people that can attest to this.”

“Oh, no, thank you,” you rebuff. “I would assume that list is long, and frankly, I don’t have the patience to go through each name there.”

“Eh, between you and me, it’s really not that long. To be honest, my dick is probably longer—”

“Okaaay, that is TMI, Dameron. Watch it.” You playfully swat at his chest, choking back an incredulous chortle. “But your list being short is kinda hard to believe when there’s all that gossip about you being quite the fuckboy.”

Poe shifts to lie on his side, now facing you. “And you believe them? Those gossips about me?”

Shrugging, you do the same, and you’re suddenly made aware of how close he is to you. “Why? Are they not true?”

“I may flirt like there’s no tomorrow, but the truth is— I haven’t had sex in… months?”

You raise a brow, stunned. “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” he affirms flatly. “I don’t get a lot of free time, you know? Leia’s been assigning me on missions one after the other. Then there’s those briefings upon my return plus strategy meetings, practice drills, blah blah blah... And when I’m finally done for the day, I barely have the energy to drag myself to the ‘fresher for a shower, let alone fuck someone’s brains out.”

“Huh, guess I was wrong about you,” you admit ruefully. “Sorry.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Poe smiles. He’s quiet as you observe him for a moment, averting his gaze before speaking again. “Not to mention, there’s this girl…”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, we haven’t been on the best of terms. She uh— actually despises me, I’m pretty sure.”

Could he be…? No. He couldn’t. It couldn’t be.

“She despises you?” You gasp in feign astonishment. “I mean, what’s there not to like?”

Poe cracks a breathy laugh at your sarcasm. “Exactly. But really, though— I was a total ass to her. Always picked fights with her over the stupidest shit, and I did it to push her away. Took a while to realize it, but I was falling for her. I still am, and I can’t have that. Not with what’s going on right now.”

“And did it work? Did it stop you from falling any further?”

He shakes his head, his voice a whisper now. “No. It didn’t. It didn’t do a damn thing. Every argument made me want her even more. Mostly because I find it hot and sexy when she gets super mad at me.”

“Gross.” You gently shove Poe’s shoulder, and he catches your hand as you begin to pull away. He holds it loosely at first, allowing you to freely slip out of his grasp should you choose to do so.

You don’t.

You remain still. Unmoving. It’s only Poe who moves after a passing breath, fingers slowly entwining with yours, and you let him. You let him, despite how intimate the gesture is. You aren’t his lover. Hell, you’re barely even friends. The term “enemies” no longer fits for some reason. You couldn’t call yourselves that. Not anymore. Not after his vague confession to you earlier.

“Before, when you said you really liked me, what did you mean by that?”

Your inquiry is met with a faint hum in response. A squeeze to your hand, then Poe releases it. He props himself on an elbow, his eyes melting into yours, and you lose yourself in those dark, endless pools. “You know what it means.”

“Poe—”

“— Can I kiss you?”

The world around you comes to an abrupt standstill. Your lips part to say the first thing your mind could think of, yet there is none.

Poe senses your hesitation. But when he starts to retreat, pretending he never said anything, you say his name in such a tenderness you’ve never done before.

“Yes,” was your answer. A small and straightforward yes— a word that has been teetering on the edge of your tongue as soon as Poe had asked.

Unknowingly, he’d spark a smoldering fire from deep within. The longer he lingers around you, the more it swells into an inferno, its hotness spreading like wildfire throughout your body.

Poe captures your lips in what was initially a chaste kiss, his hand tilting your chin upwards as your eyelids flutter shut. He moves slowly, slower than you anticipated, but it was sweet nonetheless. He kisses you as if time is endless, only stopping when you grab a fistful of his tee and swiftly tug him to settle between your legs.

“Eager, are we?” Poe simpers, watching as you caress the pads of your fingertips along his stubbled cheek.

“I can ask you the same thing,” you cheekily quip when you feel the bulge of his pants on your thigh. “Doesn’t take that much to get you hard, huh?”

“Only ’cause I’m with you, baby.” He shoots you an enticing wink, and heat rushes up to your face and down your core.

You’ve never seen Poe up close like this. Never have you noticed the kind warmth of his eyes. The way they glimmer in the low light reminds you of stars, all dazzling and bright, so full of life even in the midst of a war.

You don’t say it out loud; you’re too proud to admit it. But you could easily get lost while gazing into those eyes.

“A-Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Poe rasps, brows drawing together. “We don’t have to, and I don’t wanna fuck this up right after agreeing to start over and make it all weird—”

You cut Poe’s rambling short by crashing your lips against his, tangling your fingers in the mess of curls on his head. He responds with equal fervor. A fiery passion seeps into the kiss. Evident by the way his tongue slips past your lips, teasing and tasting until he takes the air out of your lungs.

A soft moan breaks free when Poe presses hot, open-mouth kisses down your throat, the sounds of your ragged breaths beating against your ears. “Off,” he directs impatiently, his hands already lifting the hem of your tee.

You’re quick to shed it off for him, snaking a hand to your back to unclasp your bra immediately after. Goosebumps engulf your entire body but no longer is it from the cold. Rather, it’s from the way Poe’s blackened eyes rake over your bareness, setting every inch of you alight in a blistering blaze.

“Like what you see, Dameron?”

Poe doesn’t reply right away. You follow his tipping gaze downwards to your bandaged wound. The curl of his lips falters ever so slightly— weighted guilt is now written all over his face, the sight of it heavy on your heart.

“It’s okay. I’m okay. Doesn’t hurt that much anymore,” you soothe, brushing your fingers along the nape of his neck. “Just… be gentle for now, I guess. We can do the rough stuff some other time.”

A charming grin slowly splits Poe’s face, and the flurry in your stomach intensifies. “You’re hoping for a next time, sweetheart?”

You roll your eyes but find yourself unable to retract the statement. Yes, it had been a slip of the tongue, yet it isn’t the furthest thing from the truth.

“I’m hoping for a next time if this goes well,” you clarify as Poe kneels back on his haunches.

The blanket you were tucked underneath slides off his back, exposing you both to the chill of the night. Neither of you make an attempt to pull it up over your bodies. The proximity warded the coldness away.

“Oh, well, in that case, I gotta make sure this will be more than just “well” for you.”

Snorting, you gesture up and down at him. “Getting rid of your clothes would be a great start, don’t ya think?”

“You want me to strip for you, darling? All you had to do was ask nicely.”

Just as you were about to let out a scoff, a breath hitches in your throat. Poe peels away his shirt in one fluid movement, revealing his toned chest, sharp collarbones, and firm abs. You stare without blinking, unabashed. Your mouth goes dry as you graze over the soft and hard planes of his olive skin and muscles.

“Like what you see, Two?” Poe echoes your earlier words with a coy smile.

Your attention drifts down to the trail of hair disappearing into the waistband of his tented trousers. Dizzy and dazed, you wet your lips, and Poe fortunately takes the hint, his eyes never leaving yours as he proceeds to unfasten his pants. Tight black boxers hug his ample hips, the thick outline of his cock straining against the thin fabric of it.

Stars. You really do like what you see.

“I need you, Poe,” you croon, squirming when Poe bends down and cages you in his strong arms. “I need to feel you.”

“Need me, yeah?” Don’t worry, I got you, baby. I got you.”

You arch your back up to him, seeking relief by grinding into his throbbing erection. Doing so elicits a low groan from Poe, whose lips began to light a trail of fire along the valley of your breasts.

Needy moans fill his ears as Poe nips, sucks, and bites at one tender mound while a hand squeezes and kneads the other. He rolls a nipple between his thumb and index finger, sending a fresh wave of arousal coasting through you.

“Prettiest pair of tits I’ve ever seen.” Poe husks, his voice rich, smokey, and smooth. His mouth then descends to your stomach, planting hot kisses all the way down to your bottoms. “Can’t wait to see the rest of you.”

“Hmm… Only see?” You tease with a small quirk on your lips.

He cocks a brow at you, his deft fingers unbuttoning your pants before sliding them down your legs. “Why? You want me to touch you, baby? Want me to taste what’s down here?”

Poe traces your slit through your soaked underwear, purposefully adding only the slightest bit of pressure when he reaches your clit. A moan ripples through the air as he circles it lazily, tantalizingly.

“Look at you, already so wet for me. You want me so badly, huh?”

Keening and mewling at his graveled taunt, the desperation practically drips from you. You’re bucking your lower half towards him without restraint, and he’s flashing you the most shit-eating grin imaginable.

“Fuck. Poe, please… I need—” Your voice catches in your throat. You suck in a gasping breath, completely overwhelmed by the rough scratching of Poe’s five o’clock shadow on your inner thigh.

A sole press of his lips to your clothed pussy, he effortlessly rids your panties, tossing them somewhere behind him. He then dives right back into your sex, spreading your legs wide, and for a split second, he glances up with this look akin to a parched man who finds an oasis in you.

And you’d never forget it. Even if you wanted to— even if you decide that this would just be a one-time thing, you could never forget this entangled moment with him— with Poe.

Poe, whose dilated pupils brimming with lust you couldn’t— wouldn’t— forget. Nor his shallow, shaky exhale as he draws nearer, his steady grip on your hips tightening, digging.

He drags you closer to his mouth and whispers a low, sultry remark. Something along the lines of your pussy smelling so sweet, though you’re not entirely sure of it. You couldn’t be, not when your heartbeat is pounding furiously in your ears. You couldn’t focus on anything other than his nose nudging against your clit, his tongue delving its way inside you, and it has you seeing quite literal stars—

— then, less than a beat later, a whole fucking supernova.

Two fingers much thicker than your own slowly stretch you open. Poe’s name comes out of you as a trembling plea, and the cocky bastard finds amusement in your reaction. He peers at you through thick lashes, his knuckle-deep, beckoning digits working your cunt, tongue flicking and swirling around your swollen clit.

Tugging at his hair harshly, you writhe under Poe’s ministrations, and it forces him to adjust his hold on you. He has your hips roughly pinned down, eating you out vigorously until your toes curl and your legs shake in pure ecstasy.

Poe brings you to climax faster than anyone has ever had. Including yourself. It has your body quivering beneath him uncontrollably, firing up white jolts of pleasure into every nerve ending within you. Your vision is hazy and unfocused, muscles weak and feeble. The only movement you have enough strength to do is reach down to meekly tap on Poe’s arm as he laps at your dripping pussy.

“You enjoy yourself, sweetheart?” he says, voice an octave lower yet full of smugness. “Seems like you did.”

You hum softly, taking in how Poe looks kneeling between your thighs. Desire pools in your belly again as your heavy-lidded eyes rake over his face appreciatively. His chin glistens with your juices. He darts his tongue out to lick his reddened lips, and you have to swallow a moan as he lifts his fingers— the very same fingers that fucked you to the point where you swear you’d pass out— up to his mouth and sucks them clean. Poe makes a show of it, too, closing his eyes in delight and groaning at the taste.

And you wonder what he exactly thinks of it— how divine you taste. Does he think you’re sweet on your tongue? Tangy? You don’t need to ask if he liked it, of course. The cock twitching in his garments tells you all that you need to know. And fuck, if Poe is that good with merely his hands and his mouth, you could only imagine how mind-blowing it might be once he’s inside of you.

Pushing yourself to sit up, you ignore the spark of pain shooting up your side. Poe quickly notices your discomfort and gently urges you to lay back down, looming over you. “But I wanna—”

He silences you with a searing kiss, tasting your own essence lingering on his tongue as it glides against yours. You palm Poe through his boxers and revel at how stiff and big he is. You wish that he would let you take care of him the way he took care of you.

“Shhh, don’t worry about it. It’s okay,” Poe mumbles breathlessly as your fingers dip under the edge of the final article of clothing separating the two of you. “Next time, baby. I promise. I’ll let you suck on my dick once we’re back home. Until then, I’m gonna make sure that you stay warm all night long…”

Poe hungrily devours your mouth once more, helping you pull his underwear the rest of the way off. You tear yourself away from the kiss and drag your eager gaze down to the rigid length poking at your hip. You had no doubt that his cock would be as gorgeous as the rest of him, but it was much, much more than what you pictured in your mind.

Thick, long, with a delicious slight curve to it. Your mouth instinctively waters at the sight. You know it would be reaching places deep in you that haven’t been touched in so long. It’ll leave you a soreness lasting for one or two days, maybe even more if he really does fuck like a god, or so the gossips would have it. You don’t doubt that either— you wholeheartedly believe in it already.

A gasp erupts from Poe’s throat when you seize his erection, your fingers barely closing around the girthiness of him. He’s hot and heavy in your palm, and you stroke him nice and slow, smearing the slick precum leaking from the tip all over his veiny shaft.

Nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, you bask in the pretty noises Poe makes right under your ear. You jerk him faster now. Your fist constricts around him as he pants heavily into your skin, reducing the always-headstrong and mouthy Poe Dameron into a mess of grunts and moans.

And you like it. You like seeing him this way— absolutely wrecked by the touch of your hand.

“S-Stop, stop,” he chokes out, covering your hand with his own and abruptly stilling your actions. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep it up. Gotta feel that pretty pussy of yours before that happens. Fuckin’ need to be inside you first, baby.”

Poe sucks at your pulse point, and you wordlessly nod through the haze of euphoria. The rise and fall of your chest hasten as you watch him grip his member and glide it along your drenched folds, coating himself with your shining wetness. You roughly claw your fingernails on his back and roll your hips. The blunt head of his cock slips upwards, crashing into your clit, and you have to forcefully bite down on your lip to stifle a scream.

“Don’t hold back those sounds, beautiful. You don’t have to worry about being heard. It’s only me here. It’s only us.”

“No more teasing. Please, Poe. Please…” you beg and beg, glossy eyes connecting with his hooded ones. Though the remnants of your high have ebbed away, you’re still tense— wound up like a tight little spring. The knot in your stomach waits to be uncoiled. An unraveling not possible without the feeling of him moving in and out of you. “Just fuck me, baby. Get in me now and fuck me, Poe. Make me feel good.”

There’s a flicker of something carnal crossing Poe’s face, and you catch it for a flitting second until you follow his lust-clouded gaze as it falls to the hand wrapped around the base of his cock. He’s leaned in close to you, his warm breath tickling your heated skin as he lines himself up with your entrance. Your pulse beats in your temples; beads of sweat pebble your forehead, and the blood in your veins simmer hot at him finally pushing in, leaving you gasping for air.

“S-shit…” Poe growls, slowly sinking into your cunt. It’s a burning stretch as he enters, the tight wet heat of your walls fluttering to accommodate the thickness of him. You hike your leg around his waist, shifting the angle, and he plunges in even deeper, fully bottoming out. “Fuck— baby, you’re squeezing me so hard. God, your pussy feels fucking amazing around my dick. G-gimme a sec, sweetheart. I-I need a sec— just… hang on…”

Breathing harshly through his nose, Poe strains to maintain some semblance of control, jaw setting taut and eyes screwing shut as he holds you still. His calloused fingers are digging into the flesh of your hips, marking you with bruises purple and blue.

You clench around him even though you’re trying your damndest best not to. You want to last—want him to last, but you couldn’t help it. Never have you had a cock like his buried in you. It’s almost laughable how cockdrunk you are even when he hasn’t done much except touch the deepest depths of your pussy.

“You alright, darling?” Poe checks, running his thumb gently across your cheek. His voice is much softer, much more intimate. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No. Quite the opposite, actually,” you purr as you crane your neck to kiss him languidly, feeling his smile.

Soon, you’re rocking your pelvis shallowly into Poe, encouraging him to move. He lets out a broken moan at the sensation. He hooks his arm under your leg to grant himself better leverage, dropping his head to your shoulder, and begins thrusting in and out, then in and out.

Before requesting him to be gentle, you’d expect Poe— and yes, you’ve thought about what he was like in the sack, mainly because everyone did— to be frantic, brutal, and punishing. Mercilessly fuck you to a reckless oblivion. The bunk-breaking type of romp that would have immensely pissed off those living in proximity to your quarters.

This isn’t that. This isn’t what you had imagined, not for the very first time, at least. Poe’s pounding into you at a steady and smooth pace. It’s tender and gentle and slow, hitting all the right spots and a part of you believes that this is more than just a simple fuck for him. This is him showing that he does care about you. That he’s sorry for the constant fights and regrets being an asshole to you, for hurting you.

This is genuine— meant to be something much more profound. To convince you that you’re worth more to him than he had led you to think.

Once again, your assumptions about him have been proven wrong. Poe truly isn’t the man you thought you had all figured out.

And you start believing in it. You accept it from the way Poe holds you close, his chest flushed against yours as he whispers sweet praises into the shell of your ear. He’s gazing down at you with this dreamy, yearning look on his face, the kind that makes your heart swell and your cunt grips him like a vice. His soft groans blend harmoniously with your pitchy moans, and they meld with the wet sounds of skin on skin, echoing all throughout.

It’s beautiful. It’s obscene. Sensual, steamy, and provocative. You wanted more, needed more direly. You’re so close, dangerously teetering on the brink of another shattering orgasm. Poe is determined to push you over the edge a second time, ​​staving off his own release until you reach yours.

Your hands rove down Poe’s perspiring back, fingers lightly dancing along his spine before cupping the generous curves of his ass. A smirk tugs at Poe’s at the corner of his lips when you knead the fleshy cheeks into your palms possessively. You don’t have to tell him how much you love his derriere. You make no effort to hide your appreciation as you grope and massage him, catching his mouth in a feverish kiss that has your senses reeling.

“F-Fuck, Poe—I’m co- I’m coming…”

The heels of your feet replace your wandering hands, digging into Poe’s ass and urging him to fuck you faster, harder, deeper. And he complies so easily, hips snapping at a more frenzied pace as he brings his fingers down to rub at your clit. You toss your head back, quickly losing yourself to the overwhelming friction dragging against your slick walls, the ache in your core growing and spreading and burning. A fire scorching hot on the verge of being extinguished.

And when it does— when you fall apart at last— you dissolve into an all-consuming crescendo of pleasure. The pressure that has been building and building and building with each heavy slam of his cock suddenly snaps, triggering shockwaves to burst outwards.

At that moment, Poe is all that exists in the world. Nothing else mattered. Nothing but his touch, his scent, his voice. You barely realize how he’s riding out your climax for as long as he could, suppressing his desire to let go just to take in the way you crumble underneath him. For him.

You grow limp, boneless, and sate as the blissful quakes start to subside, your velvet walls pulsing and clamping down on Poe, whose control has now wholly slipped away.

“Where…shit— W-Where do you want it?” Poe sputters out, balls smacking against your pussy as his rhythm becomes messy, sloppy, and erratic. “W-Where?”

“Inside,” you croak before a strangled whimper tears from your throat at his fervent thrusts. “Come in me, Poe. It’s okay, do it, baby. I want you to come inside me—”

With one final piercing shove, Poe’s body goes rigid, spilling thick hot ropes of his cum deep inside you. You feel the warmth of it gushing into your spasming sex as you milk him dry and he’s stuttering forward, slowly pushing his seed as far as he can. His face contorts, eyes squeezing tightly shut and mouth slacking open to set free a wanton moan in the shape of your name.

The two of you are breathless. Spent, sticky, and sweaty as you regain steady heart rates and the oxygen in your lungs. Poe eventually pulls out his softening member and slumps to the side, careful not to crush you below. You whine at the loss of him— at the loss of his fullness that leaves you hollow and raw.

A warm mixture of his release and your juices dribbles out of you, cooling on your inner thighs. You don’t have it in you to wipe yourself up, and when Poe tries to after a minute, you wrap your arms around his neck and lock him in an embrace.

“Don’t,” you quietly plead with a soft kiss on his lips. “S’alright, just… stay.”

And stay, Poe does. He spoons you from behind, an arm draped over your waist while his legs tangled with yours. Poe nestles his face into your damp hair, his breath tickling the back of your neck as you hold his hand and twine your fingers together.

“Didn’t peg you as a cuddler, Two,” he murmurs dozily. “I like it.”

“Gotta preserve the heat, right?” You return cheekily, snuggling deeper into him as his warmth envelopes you.

This is nice, you muse. This feels nice.

You suppose that you like it, too.

Exhaustion washes over you. The stillness of the cavern, the crackling of the flames, and the calming sound of Poe’s exhales all lull you to sleep. You don’t know how long you’ll have until the sun rises and it’s daylight outside. Nor do you have any clue on what awaits you and him other than your rescue.

You’re overthinking everything again.

As if he could hear it happening, Poe tightens his arm around you, his nose grazing along the back of your shoulder before pecking a light kiss there.

“Sleep, sweetheart. We’ll talk about it in the morning.”

This time, you listen.

And despite the lack of a comfy bed, you drift into the most peaceful sleep you’ve had in a while with Poe by your side.

—

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Falling Slowly: Poe Dameron x Reader Teaser

Rating/Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, NSFW or lots of strong angst, loss of soulmate, portrayal of crippling grief, major character death (it’s all cool tho in the end), yearning, violence, language, smut (in the actual one-shot, not the teaser)

The alarms in the Falcon blared at him. He could hear nothing else, see nothing else out of the cockpit but fire and smoke and cloud cover streaming by far too fast. Commander Poe Dameron— supposedly the best pilot in the galaxy— was flying a dead ship, and it was hurtling in an uncontrollable dive toward a body of crystal-blue water. This was it. He really was going to crash and burn here. The ship might survive, but Poe would die slowly as life support failed. 

And you were still out there. 

You, his soulmate. The love of his life. His stars, his breath, his reason why. Incinerated just days ago in battle, a noble sacrifice that saved hundreds of lives. He’d witnessed it. Had refused to believe it until he’d returned to D’Qar with the fleet and the refugees you had saved that day and had started asking for you. 

General Organa’s expression haunted him. He saw no hope in her dark eyes as she delivered the killing blow. “...She’s gone, Poe.” 

Poe had denied it. Poe hadn’t believed it. Even though your homing beacon was dead, no light emanating from it to show that you had survived the impossible. The last coherent thought Poe had remembered was a grief so powerful, so overwhelming, that he had fallen to his knees and screamed. He wasn’t sure for how long. Long enough to lose his voice. Long enough to be dragged off to the medbay, where he fought doctors to leave him alone. All he’d wanted to do was put a blaster to his head. 

You were gone. 

Just like that. 

As if you’d never existed. 

He couldn’t take it. It wasn’t like losing a friend to battle. He’d lost a part of him, his other half. The grief was enough to drive him mad. He was isolated. He destroyed things. He was tied down. He thrashed until he dislocated a wrist. Begging for an end. Begging for someone, anyone, to send him to you. 

And then came the numbness. 

It was terrifying. He felt nothing. He didn’t eat. He didn’t sleep. He didn’t drink water. He just… laid there. Pale, dark bags under his eyes and a monotone face, hair everywhere and hollow eyes staring at the ceiling as he mentally begged for someone to wake him up from this nightmare. As he begged for it all to end and death to take him. 

And then your homing beacon lit up. 

You were alive. Or maybe it was a trick. Maybe he imagined the light pulsing from the bracelet’s amulet. He didn’t care. He’d wrestled himself out of those restraints with enough strength to nearly deglove a hand, regardless of the pain. In the medbay-provided clothes, dirty and torn, he’d snuck off, and commandeered the Millennium Falcon. He didn’t care that it was undergoing serious repairs, that it might not survive hyperspace or entering an atmosphere. It didn’t matter. He could fly anything. 

But not without you. 

And that led him here. Where the Falcon proved to be in such horrible condition that even he couldn’t save it. He’ll crash in this water, and there’s no hope of escaping. He’ll have sunk to crushing depths before he could so much as open the hatch, if the ship isn’t torn apart on impact. 

“I’m sorry,” He said in a broken voice, his eyes locked not on the chaos outside the transparisteel windows, but instead on a worn picture on the dashboard. Your wedding picture, the happiest day of your lives. A day that seems too far away, now, as even just the happiness of the memory is unreachable. “I’m sorry, baby. I-I can’t do it. I can’t pull up…” He refused to look up. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the sea rapidly speeding up to meet the crashing ship. Tears streamed down his face. Did he imagine it, the light that even still glows from the homing beacon on his wrist? Or are you really somewhere on this planet, waiting for his rescue, which you have no way of knowing will ever come? 

This lifetime, the next, he didn’t care. Ten thousand years mean nothing in the grand scheme of the universe. He would find you. No matter how long it took. He’d never stop looking, for as long as his soul was part of the cosmos. “I’ll find you,” He grabbed the picture and held it close to his chest. “I’ll find you, I promise. No matter how long it takes. Someday… I’ll find you.”

Poe’s entire body jolted as the Falcon slammed full-force into the ocean’s surface.

And then, there was nothing.

“Oh my god!” Captain Poe Dameron shouted as he sat straight up, covered in a cold sweat that he couldn’t explain. Wildly, he looked around, trying to shake off the dream-haze of his nightmare. All around he saw the blinking lights of the unfamiliar cockpit and the rush of water against a cracking windshield, until his surroundings slowly returned to those of his officer quarters. “Fuck…” He breathed, swinging his legs off the cot. His dog tags swung wildly against his bare chest at the sudden movement.

Thirty-two years old, and he’d been having this same dream for as long as he could remember. As a child, growing up in Florida, no therapist could explain it, although they tried. As a teenager, he had blown them off. As an adult, even as a captain in the United States Air Force, he still had no explanation for it. 

He tried to catch his breath. Just a dream… Just a dream… But why? The very same nightmare for thirty-two years in a row, no details altered, no change at all? Why? What was the reason? And why did the sight of the young woman in the photos always leave him shaken and in tears? Who was she? He was certain– more than– that he had never seen her in his entire life.

So... where did she come from?

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3 ships: Solangelo (Nico Di Angelo/Will Solace), Rayllum (Rayla/Callum), Klance (Keith/Lance)

First Ship: Stormpilot (Finn/Poe Dameron)

Last Song: Hellfire - Hunchback of Notre Dame, female cover by Justine M.

Last Movie: Johnny English (2003) and Pirates of The Caribbean: At World's End (2007)

Currently Reading: (I took a bit of reading break in order to write in the last few weeks but) the ending of Journey Through the Hidden Islands by Sarah Beth Durst, and the beginning of Arrows of the Queen by Mercedes Lackey

Currently Watching (Series): Castlevania (the last few episodes of season 3 broke me😭, poor Alucard! I still love the series tho lmao)

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4. last movie; Midsommar. That was…something

5. currently reading; Dante and Aristotle discover the secrets of the universe. Pretty fire

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what a shame — prof! p.d. (two)

an au in which poe is a creative writing professor who doesn’t think love exists outside of words on a page *:･ﾟ✧:*

word count: 3k

warnings: Mentions of sex but no smut in this one/: Next one tho I swear

[ s e r i e s m a s t e r l i s t ]

Class starts at two Monday afternoon and you only arrive on time after sprinting across campus. You make it with just a few minutes to spare and of course he’s there when you walk into the crowded lecture hall with roused hair and flushed cheeks, but his nose is buried into his laptop and he doesn’t look your way as you steal an empty seat in the middle of the room.

But his lack of attention isn’t something you’re going to dwell on by any means. Not at all. You’re hoping you can get away with being just another name on his roster, just another face in the crowd as cliche as it sounds.

It’s a large class, you’re sure if you just keep your head down he won’t even notice you’re there. You’ve had more than one professor who never bothered with names, who never facilitated class discussions and simply stuck to powerpoint slides and lengthy handouts instead — hopefully you’ll be able to add him to that list of teachers no matter how subpar they really are.

And for a moment, you think you’ll get away unscathed. He starts class with the basics — a halfhearted introduction and a quick synopsis of the syllabi but then he starts calling names to count attendance instead of passing around a sign-in sheet like every other professor you’ve ever had. Of course he would take attendance the old fashioned way.

Your initial panic dims when you realize that he’s not looking up from the list in front of him as he calls each student out, and it really doesn’t even seem like he’s waiting for a response before he moves on to the next person. You’re almost positive you catch him marking someone as present who definitely isn’t there and you keep that in mind for future dates.

But of course you could never have that kind of luck on your side, and he looks right at you after you respond to your own name with a quiet “here”.

Maybe he recognizes your voice, or maybe he really had been listening when you’d told him your name the night before, but either way it doesn’t really matter. Either way, he’s noticed you.

And he’s pissed. Of course he’s fucking pissed, but he does a fairly good job at hiding it. It’s just a quick flash in his eyes, a subtle clench of his fists that you wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t somehow already so attuned with his body.

Poe-

You stop, correct yourself.

Professor Dameron has every right to be pissed. You’re not exactly trying to act shocked, it’s clear to him that you aren’t. Ashamed, maybe, but definitely not shocked.

He only lets himself stare for a few seconds though, not wanting to draw any attention to either of you and you’re thankful for it. You knew he wouldn’t cause a scene in the middle of class, he wouldn’t risk his job like that, but your anxiety had still been counting on it.

And now you’re hoping that you can just slip out the door with the crowd before he can get to you, before he can ask you to stay behind so he can finally scream at you after class. You can drop his lecture, sign up for something else that will fulfill your graduation requirements if there is anything else, there has to be something else that will keep you from having to look into those stupid brown eyes twice a week for the next five months. Literally, anything else.

You spend part of class looking through the course catalog and of course there isn’t a damn thing.

Maybe he’ll take pity on you and it won’t be that bad. Maybe you can get through the semester and pretend like nothing ever happened.

But again, you’ve never been very lucky.

Professor Dameron’s eyes are locked on yours as he dismisses the class. It’s clear what he’s asking of you.

Come here. Now.

You could ignore him. You could pretend like you have no idea what the look in his eye means, pretend that you only recognized it as anger instead of a command but there’s something about the way he’s looking at you that compels you to listen, to obey.

Those stupid brown eyes could get anything they want.

You walk to the front of the room, taking your time and you watch as his irritation grows and grows. Again, you can’t blame him. You really can’t.

Once you were close enough, Professor Dameron reached out and gripped your elbow, pulling you close and talking low even though you were completely alone.

“You knew and you still let me fuck you?”

His tone is somewhere between ugly and panicked and it makes your stomach twist just a bit, but you only pull your arm out of his grip, crossing them both over your chest. You push your nerves away, deciding to try and focus in on the spark of confidence just being in his presence seems to give you, deciding to focus on reassuring him instead.

“Calm down, I’m not going to tell anyone.”

“Calm down?” he laughs bitterly, his eyes widening just a fraction. “Did you really just tell me to calm down?”

He’s completely exasperated and while you understand, you get it, it’s all you can do not to roll your eyes.

“I just said I’m not going to tell anyone.”

“That doesn’t take away from the fact that I just fucked a student.”

Professor Dameron’s hand fly to his hair, his nails scratching across his scalp before he pulls and it’s clear that he’s still not fully convinced that someone will find out and he’ll lose his job, or maybe you did it so you can hold it above his head for a better grade, or maybe-

“You didn’t fuck a student,” you sigh, and this time you do roll your eyes. “I wasn’t your student then. I was just another consenting adult in a bar.”

“But you knew!”

You shrug and the gesture makes his eyes flash for just a brief second before he reels himself back in.

“But I didn’t fuck my professor. I fucked a guy I wanted to fuck, simple as that.”

“Nothing about this is simple.”

“You’re turning it into a bigger deal than it needs to be.”

Dameron laughs again but it’s still caustic, still dripping acid. “If anyone finds out I’ll never work in education again.”

It was a little redundant to ask him if he trusts you, so you just shrug again. “So don’t tell anyone. I mean it when I say I’m not going to say anything. I have no desire to ruin your life or some shit, alright?”

He narrows his eyes and he’s about to open his mouth again when you interrupt.

“I’ll drop the class if it makes you feel better, okay? Just tell me what I need to do and I’ll do it.”

Professor Dameron’s expression doesn’t change, but you do notice that his eyes trail down for just a moment. They linger on your chest and if you didn’t know any better, you would say he was trying to match his breathing to yours. Maybe he is.

Finally, he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, shaking his head. “You don’t need to drop the fuckin’ class. Just…” He hesitates and you watch as he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. “It can’t happen again. Do you understand me?”

There’s a part of you that’s disappointed, but of course, you figured as much so you only nod, hugging yourself just a little bit tighter. “Fine by me.”

“Good,” he says, but his eyes betray his words as he once again lets them fall down your body.

You can’t say you’re upset about it. You can’t say that you didn’t wish he would take you again — in the lecture hall, in his office, on his couch at home. You’d gotten a taste and now you were hooked, no matter how hard you tried to deny it you couldn’t. You wanted him.

But you cared more about making sure he was okay, and if that meant you couldn’t have him again, couldn’t let him know that you still wanted him then that was fine. It was okay.

“Now get the fuck out of my classroom before I change my mind.”

You didn’t know which way he meant — if he’d break and bend you over his desk or if he’d make you withdraw, but you didn’t chance finding out, didn’t chance causing him any more grief.

You left before he could figure it out for himself too.

o c t o b e r— 

The rest of August is fine, September flies by with zero problem, but October hits you like a fucking truck.

You’re overloaded, burnt out, beyond stressed and so so fucking tired it’s all you can do to keep your eyes open as you sit in the library at eleven o’clock one night, nose buried in a LSAT prep book that you’re barely able to comprehend in your exhausted state. The words mean nothing to you but you don’t have time for that, they need to make sense. You’re so close to the exam date, you can’t afford to waste even a second not studying but of course you have your actual classes and your life outside of academia, if you can even call it that. There’s just so much for you to get done and you’re starting to believe you can’t do it.

Yet somehow, despite that neverending to-do list, you always manage to stay on top of your assignments for Professor Dameron’s class. You love his lectures and his assignments are always easy because you find them fun, fulfilling even at times. His class and the weekly prompts he has you write quickly became an outlet that you desperately found yourself needing amongst the rest of the bullshit you have to do.

And honestly? There’s a part of you that wishes you didn’t enjoy his class as much as you do. At first you told yourself that you were just trying to keep him happy, trying to give him as little reason to need to interact with you as possible to keep his own stress level in check but you knew that wasn’t true.

Not that it matters, it doesn’t matter at all. It doesn’t matter that you still get butterflies for the professor each time you see him, or that you’re undoubtedly frustrated that he hasn’t looked your way in weeks and you wish you could just-

“Fuck,” you groan, rubbing your eyes angrily once you catch your mind starting to wander again, like you would be able to physically push the thoughts out of your brain. You need to focus on your LSAT’s, not Professor Dameron or his stupid fucking class.

You need more caffeine.

You blindly reach for the last cup of coffee you’d bought right before Starbucks closed, knowing you should have about a fourth of it left but when you pick it up, it’s empty. You look over, thinking maybe you’d just grabbed the wrong one but the five other cups are just as empty as the first and you groan again.

“Fuck this,” you sigh, slamming your prep book shut — you need a second to just sit there with your head in your hands but you don’t even have time for that and you immediately flip back to the page you’d been working on for way too long, oblivious to the set of eyes locked on you.

The internet in Poe’s building went out before he’d been able to print a set of handouts for the next day’s class. The library was the closest and second most convenient option, so he’d made the short walk so he could get his damn printing done and head home for the night, eager for a drink or maybe something a little stronger. Usually something a little stronger.

He sniffles subconsciously, running a hand through his hair as he watches the printer spit out his documents. He’s so in his own little world that he hardly notices the sound of a book slamming shut not far behind him but even if he’d tried to ignore it, he’s hardwired to turn around and check to make sure he’s safe, that there’s no immediate threat even though he’s on a college campus and not a battlefield.

He frowns when he realizes it’s you — not because it’s you, but because it’s late and he thinks you should be in your dorm resting instead of looking like you’re about ready to pull your hair straight out of your head. He shakes his head, he knows he shouldn’t care. He should just turn back around and focus on what he was there to do in the first place but he can’t. The longer he watches you, the more and more distressed you appear.

Poe calls your name and bites his lips when you meet his eyes — you think he hasn’t been watching you for the past five or six weeks, but he has. Fuck, he has but only when you’re not looking and he’s not gonna lie, he’s kind of missed those eyes.

They’re the only pair that don’t make him feel like he’s fucked in the head.

“What are you doing?” he asks, grabbing his laptop and abandoning his handouts as they continue to print, frowning just a bit when he notices how many empty coffee cups sit beside you.

“LSATs,” you mumble, motioning towards the book he’s assuming was the one he heard slam. “Homework. Midterms.”

“It’s almost midnight.”

You blink at him, silently asking him his point and Poe sighs, rolling his eyes.

“You don’t need to be worrying about school shit right now. You should be sleeping or fuck, I don’t know, smoking weed like every other college kid in existence.”

His comment doesn’t get the response he wants, you don’t even so much as smile.

“So I can worry about it tomorrow instead? No thanks, I’m not tired anyways.”

You’re lying, it doesn’t take a fucking genius to realize it. The bags under your eyes are swollen and dark and you look as if you’re about to fall asleep right then and there. Poe grunts quietly.

“If you’re not tired I hope you don’t mind the company then.” The words leave his mouth before Poe can even realize he’s saying them and he has no idea why he even offered to sit next to you while you work. He was supposed to be ignoring you.

“You’re not fucking sitting here with me Dameron.”

It’s not ugly, really it isn’t and you’re glad he notices and doesn’t take it personally.

“Well I’m not gonna leave you here alone for the rest of the night so take your pick princess.”

You narrow your eyes but you don’t respond — it’s a fight you’ll never win, Pos is so stubborn and even though just moments ago he’d wanted nothing more than to be in the comfort of his own home, now he’s determined to make good on his word and keep you company even if he still can’t figure out why he said it in the first place.

So he takes a seat across from you despite his own confliction, watching you work quietly but he doesn’t last very long at all. He’s growing more and more restless the longer he watches your frustration grow until he’s feeling it for himself. He gives you until close to midnight before he finally breaks.

“Come home with me.”

Again, he doesn’t know why he says it. You can’t, he knows you shouldn’t and he knows that all those weeks ago he’d been so fucking sure that he didn’t want it to happen again.

But if he’s being completely honest with himself, every time he’s brought some random person home from the bar, no matter how intense the sex can get, he still doesn’t get off as hard as he did with you.

“I have shit I need to get done.”

He quirks an eyebrow — is that the only reason you’re saying no?

“That wasn’t a question sweetheart.”

His tone makes you glance up from your book and he can’t help the little smirk that takes over his lips. You’re blushing, you’re considering and Poe desperately wants you to say yes. God, he wants you to.

“Just tonight?” you ask, and fuck Poe needs to get a fucking grip on himself.

“Are you fucking anyone else?”

“Excuse me?”

Poe shrugs, leaning into his cockiness and trying to keep up with himself. “We could fuck, like, on the regular.”

You take a second and he can’t tell if you’re considering it or if you’re questioning what the fuck is wrong with him. Maybe you’re doing both.

“Like a fuck buddies sort of thing?”

He shrugs again but nods because yeah, that’s exactly what he means.

“Like a fuck buddies sort of thing.”

He keeps those devastating brown eyes locked on you while you hesitate again, and this time, he knows you’re only considering. He knows you’re going to say yes before you even do.

You shouldn’t, but you do. Poe shouldn’t have started entertaining the idea, but he doesn’t regret it.

Fuck, he doesn’t regret it at all.

[dameronology]

poe dameron relationship alphabet

requested by....me, bitch. has one very minor reference to adult themes. 

a - actions. what sort of things do they do to show they love their s.o?

poe is all about physical touch. not just the bog standard hugging and kissing, but small, intimate actions. he likes holding your hand under the table at breakfast and during meetings, and he’ll keep one on the small of your back as you walk through the corridors of the resistance base. at night, the bare minimum for poe is tangling your fingers together - but most the time, he’s gonna basically sleep on top of you.

b - beginnings. how did the relationship begin? how has it changed?

in the beginning, poe would have been acting solely on his physical attraction to you - i’m talking flirty comments, winking at you across the room and doing everything within his power to try and romance you into going on a date with him (whilst still absolutely respecting your boundaries, of course). once he realises your personality, the man is tripping and fucking falling for you - so nothing about his attraction to you changes. it just gets deeper, and your connection becomes stronger. he still likes your butt tho. 

c - comfortable. how comfy are they with each other? peeing with the door open close, or would they rather keep the mystery?

he’d try to keep the mystery in the beginning, but he’s so chill around you that it’s gone within the first few months. he’s prepared to be unhealthily close. like lilly & marshal from how i met your mother close. 

d - dates. do they consider dates to be important? what kind do they prefer? 

once you’re together, he’ll try and take you on a date at least once a fortnight - and it’s only because leia gently told him that your nightly rituals of eating pizza in your pajamas didn’t count as a date. smh.

e - engagement. how would they propose? who would even pop thw question?

it probably won’t be a proper proposal. chances are, poe will say ‘hey, let’s get married!’ and...yeah. it’s both underwhelming and overwhelming all at once, so really, it’s perfect.

f - fundamental. for them, what is the most fundamental part of a relationship?

being each other’s ride or die, and also having a good chemistry. i understand those are two completely different things, but poe needs an s.o who will give their everything to him, as well as one who he can verbally and mentally spar with someone. someone who will help him a hide a body, but also someone who can make him laugh (and i hope to the high heavens that those two scenarios are not connected in any way <3) 

g - gratitude. how do they show their appreciation for you?

wink wonk. u know how he’s gonna show appreciation. 

but also, when he’s a little bit sleepy and a little bit soft, he’ll quietly murmur things to you - the most prevalent one being how he can’t get his head around the fact you’re with him, and how appreciative he is of all the ways you’ve changed his life. 

h - home. a random domestic headcanon.

poe refuses to sleep until he knows that both you and bb-8 are ok. in a perfect world, you’d be curled up in bed together (ideally with beebs in his charging port, but there are some things poe just won’t compromise on) but if you’re in separate locations, he just needs a simple message.

i - infinite. do they believe their love is endless, or is there something that could break it?

literally endless and unbreakable. even if you betrayed him in every way he knew to be possible, he’d still try and find a way to bring you back around. 

j - jokes. who’s the funny one?

it’s gotta be him. i’m sorry.

k - kiss. how do they kiss? favourite type?

poe’s favourite type of kiss is the soft ones you exchange first thing in the morning - but, he also loves the desperate ones after you reunite after a mission. you know the holding onto each other for dear life, teeth clashing, foreheads touching kinda kiss? 

l - longing. who’s the clingy one? how are they with long distance?

he is hands down the clingy one. it’s not suffocating, but when he gets into a whiny mood, that’s it. he’s not going anywhere. 

m - marriage. do they wanna get married?

ideally, yes. his parents marriage was such a fundamental and important part of his childhood, and he wants to find the same connection with someone.

n - nicknames. what ones do they like?

his favourite for both you and him is babe. 

o - over the top. are they ever ott? or are they more low-key?

he can be over the top; usually when he’s done something to piss you off, he’ll go absolutely out of the way to pull out all the stops - it’s either to beg for your forgiveness or to distract you from the dumb thing that you’re yet to discover 

p - picture. what’s their favourite picture of them and their s.o?

one time, you fell asleep on top of each other in a bar after a few too many drinks. you were laying in his lap, and poe had one hand holding yours as he slumped against finn’s side - the latter of whom got a selfie of the three of you in that very position. it’s poe’s background on his work tablet.

q - quintessential. what is one they would refuse to compromise in their relationship? what’s a deal-breaker for them?

as aforementioned, there’s very little that could make poe ever turn away from you. you’ve bonded in a way that goes beyond your souls and again, even if you completely and entirely hurt him, he’d still see the good in you. 

t - tattoo. would they ever get matching tattoos with their s.o, or a tattoo for them?

absolutely!! i reckon it would be something small, maybe on his forearm. 

u - understanding. how understanding are they? or are they a little difficult?

poe would never, ever be difficult with you (not intentionally). if you’re worried about something, he’s gonna listen and make you feel validated, no matter what it is. he’d be willing to sit down for hours on end and listen to you complain about cheese - if anything, he’s just glad to be in a relationship where you get one another 

v - vases. do they buy flowers?

yes!! mostly when he hasn’t seen you for a while or to cheer you up.

w - wandering. do they wanna travel? or immediately settle down?

once the first order is down, he’d want to travel a bit - there’s a lot of the galaxy he hasn’t seen yet, and a lot of different places he wants to explore. he also absolutely wants to try the kessel run. but, once that is all out the way, he’d definitely want to settle down somewhere. he needs it, really. 

x - ex. how many exes do they have? any horror stories?

poe probably has a pretty average amount of break-up and relationship horror stories - maybe two or three. of course, he’s told you them all.

(there was also one really awks run in with zorii bliss). 

y - you. favourite thing about their partner?

poe loves the stability you bring to his life. even when the galaxy is moving at a million miles an hour, it slows down when he’s with you. you’re the one he can always count on, and the one he can always turn to you. he can rely on you for anything & you can both sleep safe knowing you have each other’s backs. he also loves that he can laugh with you. 

z - zeal. how excitable are they? who’s the calm one?

poe is absolutely the excitable one. he can be calm when need be, but his upbeat and optimistic attitude is one of the things that made you fall in love with him

[smokahuntis]

Don’t want to run around

Pairing; Poe dameron X reader

Song: Joji ~ Xnxx

Warnings: SMUT, fluff actually really fluffy for me. Dirty talk, cream pie

Summery: Poe and (y/n) everyone knew they were sleeping together, it was no secret, but it also wasn’t a secret the commander was a playboy. It was usually just a distraction at night or in the morning. But after the war Poe realized it was more.

Authors note: i do not know who owns these gifs, I’ve had them for awhile from Pinterest and there was no credit, I’m sorry, feel free to tag them if you know! Also reblog!

I don’t really want to run around

It had been awhile since they’d seen each other, after everything was settled and they could relax for a bit they went back to their families. It was much needed for both of them, time away from the base and spent with their parents and siblings. But that time away made Poe realize a lot, he needed her.

“So, how’s (y/n)” his mother asked happily, she’d met the girl multiple times and always urged Poe to make a move but he never did, so she decided she’d bug him to death.

“She’s doing great, she took a bad hit awhile back and her arms in a swing but she’s healing quickly” Poe said looking up from his food with his charming smile.

“She was always a strong girl, head strong, physically, mentally” his mother said with a smile, Poe thought it was a normal conversation so he didn’t mind.

“She’s be great to have kids with” she smirked, he nearly chocked. All he could do was smile and nod in shock of his mother’s words.

“It’s about time we had grandkids” his father added causing Poe to shake his head.

Time is going slow and I don’t mind.

“She’s not really a relationship person” he finally said, looking between them. “Plus, I have all the time in the world” he said and they nodded. It was his last night there before he went back to base. So after dinner, when he was laying up in his bed he couldn’t help but let his mind roam. What would it be like if he actually settled down with her, he could do it now after all. Only thing to worry about would be, well, rejection. But she can’t really deny him, can she?

Come on, who would deny Poe dameron, leader of the resistance, best pilot in the galaxy.... she would, it’s (y/n)

Tell me if you know I’m really found

She never cared for titles or reputations, she cared about the soul, who you were inside. She actually hated Poe when they first met, thought he was a cocky asshole, of course she was right. But she humbled him since then, he’s been better. She made him sweet and honorable. He wouldn’t admit it tho, he was still stubborn as a bantha.

However they hadn’t really talked much, both of them busy taking care of others and helping other planets, sometimes she thought Poe was mad at her, always sending her away when she had free time. Of course people needed help still, they needed to recover but it seemed anytime she could be with him he pushed her away now.

Fuck around a bit and get it right

She felt almost abandoned by him, so she started avoiding him too, but that didn’t mean she didn’t think about him. They thought about each other constantly.

Soon, they would see each other again, be able to work again, and now that (y/n)’s arm is all healed she could work again. But first, she had to see Poe.

Now his ship was landing and she couldn’t wait, she was tired of staying away and having a cold bed, the only thing waking her being the sun. She was tired of opening her eyes to white sheets. He was tired of reaching over and finding nothing.

I don’t really wanna run around

Neither of them really knew why they were so distant, not on the surface anyways. Deep down they both knew why, they were scared, scared of admitting to themselves and each other that it’s not just sex anymore. Not now, not ever again, it’s not just sex. Never had been.

Poe was ready to confront her, say something, he planned the whole thing in his mind, what he’d say, how he’d say it, he knew. He had it together, calm, cool, collected. Then he saw her, he froze, but she didn’t. She smiled that beautiful smile that made his insides feel warm as she walked to him.

She was beautiful, even in just a simple pair of brown pants and a white shirt wait, is that his jacket? That’s his jacket, he’s been missing that. That’s not the point, the point is.

“I missed you” she smiled and hugged him tightly. Taking in his scent of leather, space and cedar, a faint apple smell from where his mom washed his clothes. His arms wrapped around her quickly, around her waist tightly, picking her up and spinning her softly.

Round’ round’ round’ round’

“I missed you too, sock monkey” he teased her and set her down, smiling at her.

“Hows your family” she asked dusting off his shoulders with a smiled. She was so excited to see him she couldn’t keep her excitement.

“They are great! Oh-um mom sent this for you” he said grabbing a medium sized box from his ship. Handing it to her, she smiled at the red ribbons before untying them. He eyes lit up seeing the lovely grey blanket she knew his mother handmade. She’d been asking for one of her chunky knit blankets forever now.

“Oh my gosh! Thank you- tell her I said thank you” she smiled up at Poe as she hugged the blanket.

“I’m sure she knows” he smiled at her and messed up her hair “it’s a queen size just for you” he chuckled, she wrapped herself in it, she moved it so much already. It faded from light to dark grey and smelled of apples and Poe’s ship. It made it more special.

“She didn’t have to do this” she said doing a spin with it like it’s a cape.

Round’ round’ round’ round’

Poe smiled at her and sighed contently before picking up the red ribbon she dropped, as she stopped he gently tied it up into her hair. She was a strong girl, like his mother said, mentally and physically, but around him she was so soft, like a flower. He loved it, she was comfortable with him. So after he tired they bow in her hair she quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him to the captains quarters, or rather, Poe’s room.

She made quick work of getting him their, no running this time, specially since she had the door locked as she looked at him, laying the blanket over his desk. “I missed you...” she whispered walking towards him

“I know you missed me” he smiled at her “I missed you too” he whispered as she got closer.

Her hands ran up his chest slowly, her little fingers starting to undo his shirt as she looked into his chocolate eyes. “How much did you miss me?” She asked quietly before his hand lay on the small of her back, pulling her flush against him, leaning down and placing hot long kissed on her neck.

Saying all the rhymes that make your world go round’

“I missed you so much” he whispered against her skin, coating her neck in his thick saliva as he gripped her her back, his other hand running down her thigh in search of skin to touch. He felt starved now, even with her in his hands he felt so hungry. “I could tear you apart right now” he whispered and tore the front of her pants trying to get them open.

“Fuck- Poe” she whispered finally pushing his shirt off his shoulders as they stood in the middle of his quarters. “I liked those”

“I’ll buy new ones” he moaned and pushed his hand in, past her panties. He started on her clit quickly, rubbing it

Round’ round’ round’ round’

It made her let out a gasping moan as she started tearing his belt off, backing him up to the bed hungrily placing kissing on his skin. She pushed the rest of her jeans off along with her black panties, letting his hands go back to her needy clit as he moved to lay her on his bed.

“Let me show you” he moaned kissing down to the collar of her shirt

“Show me what?” She asked a little confused before he smirk and sucked on her clavicle.

“How much I missed you” he tore the shirt open, taking her bra with it. His lips attached to her right nipple quickly, his other hand massaging her perky breasts, his leg rubbing against her wet cunt with his rough jeans. She couldn’t keep her moans quiet, not now, not after how long she waited for him again.

Cupid pass another my way

Poe looked up at her with his big doe eyes as he sucked her nipples till they puffed up, switching back and forth till she was begging to be touch. “Poe! Poe please” she whined and tugged his graying hair, her hips aimlessly grinding on his thigh as he pressed it to her core.

“Please what?” He smirked and started his dissent down her body. “Go on tell me sock monkey” he chuckled and slowly pushed her thighs apart more as he kissed just over her slit, teasing bastard.

“Please eat my pussy- please- touch it- fuck it - anything just let me feel you” she whined looking down at him, he didn’t need to be told twice.

Another night, a lot more days

Quickly he sucked her clit into his mouth, sucking on it like an octopus on a rock. He smirked internally knowing her loud moans belonged to him. He took so much pride in knowing he’s the reason she made a symphony.

He held her thighs up the best he could but quickly they watched around his head like she was trying to suffocate him, he was okay with that. If he died here Poe Dameron would be a happy man.

“Poe!” She moaned and tugged his hair, pulling him closer before he pushed two fingers into her core, pumping them quickly in and out, massaging her G-Spot each time he pulled out. He knew her body like the back of his eyelids, he dreamt of her body. It was hard to think about her without needing to ‘be’ with her.

Hard to think about you anymore

(Y/n) soon arched her back and gasped for air as she tugged on his thick curls “I’m going to fucking cum” she whined and he pulled away from her clit, moving his fingers faster.

“Yea, baby? You gonna cum on my fingers or my tongue? Tell me baby, tell your general what you want” he purred in his cocky tone, she was putty, she melted in his hands like butter.

“Your tongue! Please!” She whined pathetically before he removed his fingers and gripped her hips tightly, shoving his tongue as deep as it could go, spelling his last night inside her, hopefully her future last name.

He knew by the way her hips shook she was blissed out before she screaming out in pleasure for him and lifted her hips to get away as she came. He wasn’t even done with her and she was painting his face. God she was gorgeous.

But I keep you in my mind always

It’s hard to look at her right now and not want to keep her like this always, shaking on his tongue as she came down. He worked her down from it as he kissed her up body, she needed this, but now they both need something a little different.

“Think you can take my cock baby?” He asked pushing her messy hair back.

“Y-yes- please give it to me” she looked up at him with her watery eyes. He chuckled and tapped his two wet fingers to her lips, this was a form of consent they shared for her second round. If she denied it she was done, if she opened her mouth and tasted it they continued.

She smiled at him and slowly opened her mouth, taking his thick fingers into her mouth and sucking the juices off them. She moaned at the taste as he smiled.

“Good girl” he praised undoing his pants, pushing them down with his boxers. “Always so good” he whispered to himself as he watched her, lifting her left leg to his shoulder as he got ready.

Called you on the phone last night

“Ready sock monkey?” He asked with a smiled, one hand holding her hip, the other on his cock.

“Yes general” she whispered and bit her lip, soon his thick cock was pushing past her entrance and into her needy cunt. They moth moaned and she grabbed her breasts quickly. Tweeting her nipples as he licked his lips, leaning down and kissing her lips deeply, slipping his tongue in for a heated kiss.

Quickly he pushed the rest of his fat veiny cock into her, right where it belongs. He let her get comfy as his hand moved from her him to her stomach, feeling over the little place it poked out. He loved seeing it bulge, he loved knowing that was his cock, and soon it would be his baby. What? Why is he thinking that right now.

“You feel so fucking good princess” he whispered and started moving slowly, she couldn’t even form words, she just laid their and tried not to cum again just from the pressures.

Couldn’t hear your voice, I fight

“Speak to me baby, let me hear you” he groaned and grabbed on of her hands, holding it above her head as he moaned. Going faster slowly.

“You-you fuck me so good” she whined in a pathetic whisper, he chuckled at her.

“Poor girl can’t even speak” he groaned in her ear and sped up. His balls slapping her ass as he fucked her tight little pussy into his mattress.

I won’t be around you anymore

He fucked her like it was his last time, he knew it wasn’t, he knew he’d always have her but something about this moment made him worried. Not about now or before, but after, when he tells her how he feels. He’s scared.

So right now all he cared about was fucking her like he was loosing her. So that’s what he did. He starting going to quick and leaving hickeys all over her she couldn’t even process, and the only thing she had to hold onto was his hand and his back.

“P-Poe! Poe I’m going to cum!” She screamed and clawed his back

“Cum- cum for me, let the whole base know” he whispered in her ear and kissed her again before she was busting all over him. Her moan was muffled for a moment before he pulled away and she screamed in such pleasure it probably woke The dead Jedi from their thousand year slumber.

I’m a dream where you feel alright

He was following close behind, drilling into her in a few rough thrusts before he came inside her, painting her inside like a diy Christmas ornament as he moaned her name.

Heavy breathing followed, until he laid beside her and held her hand. It was silent for a moment after they caught their breathes before they looked at each other and laughed. They can’t believe how loud they were, and that they couldn’t wait 5 minutes before tearing each other apart.

He smiled and leaned over kissing her after their little laugh, she smiled and gladly kissed back before looking at him. “I missed you” she whispered

“I’m glad” he chuckled and sat up in his elbow, looking down at her, pushing her hair back and kissing her head, nose, then lips.

I don’t really wanna run around

“There’s something a need to tell you” he whispered looking at her, her finger tips danced gently on his cheek as she smiled at him.

“What is it...?” She asked.

“I love you...” he admitted, she stopped moving her fingers and looked him dead in the eyes.

“Really?” She asked, looking over him for any signs he’s lying.

“Yea- I... have for awhile and I just never admitted to myself and - I thought... if I hide it I’ll never tell you and you’ll move on and find someone better and forget about me and run away- and have a family- and a husband- and two kids - and a spatcha farm and-“ she shut him up, leaning up and kissing him deeply.

Time is going slow and I don’t mind

She pulled away slowly and smiled at him, looking him in the eyes “I love you too, Poe” she admitted with a smile “Ive lover you for what seems like forever I just- I knew you were a relationship guy so I... I pushed it back”

“Oh- I thought you didn’t like relationships” he said

“Oh I don’t, but I liked you that much”

“Liked?” He asked offended

“Yea, liked, I love you now silly” she poked his nose and giggled, he smiled and kissed her lips happily.

Tell me if I’m really found

“ can I ask you something else then?” He asked getting you and grabbing the blanket and his pants, digging in his pockets for something.

“Yea, anything” she smiled at him, sitting up on her elbows as he got back in bed with her. And pulled something from his pants pocket she thought she’d never see, not now at least. A small ring, in the center was a large pink tinted diamond, paired with two smaller diamonds on the side, all set on a silver band.

“Poe...” she whispered

“I know it’s- odd timing but in reality we’ve been together for years without a label and I’d like to label that’s now as engaged and soon we will label it as The Dameron’s ... if you’ll let me, I’d like to marry you... and share the rest of my life with you and whatever the galaxy has to offer...” he smiled at her and grabbed her hand. She smiled at him happily and nodded

“Yes! Yes I’ll marry you! Of course I’ll marry you!” She hugged him tightly and kissed him. She didn’t feel any happier then in this moment with him. Finally she could officially be with the man she loved and she didn’t have to hide any of it in fear of rejection, it was them against the galaxy now, and they were proud of it. They got it right.

Fuck around a bit and get it right

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[be-the-spark-flyboy]

Wow. I was really having the time of my life until I reALLY FUCKING WASN’T

Poe Dameron’s Little Book of Good Things (x GN!reader)

Summary: Poe has been keeping a record, but something is missing.

Genre: angst!! (quite a short one but I’m crying)

Author’s note: I woke up with this in my head -it came to me about 3am but I went back to sleep and don’t know how it clung on- so I’m throwing it down super quick before work. I personally think the idea of Poe keeping this little book is adorable and fluffy and so in character. I also think it’s so in character of me to then go and ruin it with angst. Oops. 😬

Gif by @realoscarisaac

Sometimes, Poe gets down. He hates to admit it, but it’s hard to remember what he’s fighting for when all he sees day in day out is loss and bloodshed. Frayed tempers and despair.

That’s why he started keeping it, this little book of his. Poe Dameron’s Book of Good Things. A place to note down all of the good deeds he observes which make his heart sing. Which remind him there is something worth fighting for.

He starts to write down things he sees on base. The way comrades put each other first - in all the big ways, sure, but all the small ways too, like leaving the last cup of brewed caf for a squadron mate. The way Snap spends the last of his credits to buy Jess a lothcat stuffie because he knows it will make her smile.

He notes down all of the things he sees off-planet too. An older boy helping a sweet younger kid fix his broken kite out of the goodness of his heart, globby tears wiped from the kid’s cheeks and replaced with a smile. A neighbour loaning their speeder to someone across the street because they know it will help them with getting to market.

The tiny things which make up the fabric of good, all woven together and cast like a net across the universe.

Reading through it, in those moments he’s feeling down, reminds Poe that collectively -First Order be damned- the beings in this system are basically good. That people want to help each other. That all is not lost.

The book becomes precious to him. Almost as precious as his mother’s ring which you now wear around your neck. Perhaps that’s why, whenever he’s gone away on a mission, you’ve found that book tucked under your pillow. He trusts you with everything dear to him, from his book to droid to his heart.

Perhaps later, he begins to leave it there because he knows it gets darker with him gone. To remind you that even in those darkest moments, when all your hope is near extinguished, there is still good in this world. Something to keep going for. Something worth fighting for.

The first time you found it hidden there, the corner stabbing your head from underneath the pitifully thin Resistance-issue pillow, you had cried. You had cried at how beautiful this man is. How big his heart is. At how desperately he wishes to believe in something pure. At how much he embodies it.

The second time he left it - when you began to read more - you had cried because you found your deeds amidst these pages too. Because Poe had noticed you, and deemed you worthy of being included in his story of how this universe and those in it are full of light.

And now? Now you cry, clasping this book, because Poe isn’t coming back.

You cry, because all hope is gone. Because your brightest light is snuffed out. Because you can’t see a damned thing left worth fighting for.

You leaf through its pages, tears plopping down and muddying the bleary ink as you take it all in.

You cling to it. To his worldview. To his observations, in lieu of his warm, soft body, because now - more than ever - you know you need to believe in something. You know that Poe would want that for you, and so you try.

You sob, clasping the book to your chest.

You cry because he is gone, of course. You have cried for weeks.

But you are also crying because you cannot find what you need in these pages. Poe did a terrible job, you think. Such an idiot. Because, even though he had documented everything so thoroughly, so reliably, something so glaring is missing. Something which leaves a hollow ache in your whole chest due to its absence.

What’s missing?

What did Poe -the idiot- neglect to include?

All the good that he did.

All the good that he did; right up to his final moments.

His final moments, when he gave himself for the Resistance - because he believed. Believed there was something worth fighting for. Something bigger than him.

Tears streaming down your face, your chest wracked with sobs, you crouch on the floor in front of your drawers and you dig. You dig for what you are looking for, half gasping and half wailing as your fingers finally locate it.

You place it down on the floor, and you hunch over it, clinging on to it as though it can help you. As though it’s a life raft.

It’s not.

All it is is a blank notebook.

Nothing can fix this. You know that. You’re not an idiot. Nothing will ever close this hole in your chest. This hole right beneath Shara’s ring, which sways against your torso.

You can’t fix this. Can’t bring him back.

But you can do something.

You can write.

You can write about all of the good that he did.

Because people need to know.

They need to know how good he was.

Right up until his final moments, sure, but in every moment before that.

In every moment, Poe Dameron was something worth fighting for - and you won’t stop now.

Not even now that he’s gone.

You write, and you cry, and you pour out everything you can think of; then, when you are done, you place it under your pillow.

And, for the first time in a long time, you sleep.

You sleep, because for the first time, you feel like Poe’s not entirely gone. Not lost completely.

The good he did lives on, and he did so much of that. So much of it that he’s everywhere. He’s in your heart. He’s hung around your neck. He’s the twinkle in the eye of every life he saved. He’s cast like a net across the universe, and his light can never go out.

Poe Dameron is the spark.

And the First Order will burn for this.

[winchesterxxi]

Damsel To The Rescue (Poe Dameron x Reader)

Rating: PG-13

Type: Flufity fluff.

Request: “The Force Awakens: Poe is being tortured but instead of Finn alone, it's Y/N who rescues him first (w/ Finn's help ofc) and they're married so it's her barging in the door like "i told you not to be late for dinner" “

Word Count: 427

Warnings: Zero

A/N: You guys really blew up my inbox. Not complaining tho.

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"Poe Dameron, I told you not to be late for dinner."

His head shot up to where you were standing, blaster in hand, feet apart, in a fighter’s stance with a smirk. "What—"

"I love how the damsel in distress storyline gets such a reputation when between us it’s almost always the damsel to the rescue" You laughed, walking over to him.

“How the hell did you get in here?” he is both shocked and relieved, and scared and impressed and-- there’s this mix of emotions that hit him all at once that he can’t quite vocalize once he sees your face.

“I told you, I’m a good fighter.” you shrug at him. “Plus, I got backup.” your head gestures to the door where an unmasked storm trooper stands, guarding the door. He awkwardly salutes Poe.

“Are you crazy? That’s a trooper.” he sort of whisper-yells.

“Only for you, my love.” you joke. ”He wants to join the resistance, it’s fine. Trust me.”

You quickly drop your weapon to the side, wasting no time in reaching for the metal straps around his wrists and ankles as you open them, helping him to his feet.

He is quick to place one hand in the back of your head and the other on your waist as he pulls you in for a deeply passionate kiss, as you melt into his touch. You only pull away when he winces in pain when you bring one hand p to his cheek, accidentally touching one of his open wounds.

“Sorry.” you hold his face in your hands.

“It’s okay.” he assures you resting his forehead against yours and you both stand there for a moment, hands intertwined.

“I thought this was gonna be it.” you whisper, the adrenaline of infiltrating the First Order washing away, and being replaced by the exact same feeling you had a few hours ago when you were informed of Poe’s whereabouts.

“You still have me, sweetheart.” he assures you.

“Sorry to break the moment,” says your newly acquired ally “but we really have to go now.”

You nod at him before reaching down for your gun and handing Poe a blaster that was placed in your waist belt. “Take this.” you tell him. “Now let’s get you out of here.”

You walk out of the room, gun in hand aiming at anyone that might come in your way. Poe follows you to the exit as he excitedly slams his hand against Finn’s shoulder, causing him to stumble forward a little bit.

“That’s my wife.” he smiles.

[pedropascalssimp]

Ok I loved the last one I requested so I got another one!! Could I get 36 + 51 From the soft prompt list with Poe Dameron?❣️

Awwwee I'm glad you did! Thank u sm!

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And since you asked so nicely, of course you can💕👌 here it is! It's a short one tho.

Prompt 36: “is that my shirt?” “you mean our shirt”

Prompt 51: “darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen”

Warnings: poe being poe. Fluff!!!! One usage of the word damn.

Poe dameron x fem reader

You laid in the comfy bed wrapped up in the blankets, the world around you slowly coming together as you awake from the peaceful slumber. Slowly peeling your eyes open, you groan at the blinding light that seeps in through the single window on the wall, casting its bright glow into the room.

You roll over in hopes to clash into the familiar warm chest of your boyfriend, but your met with the cold empty spot he once laid. Confused by his absence you open your eyes and look around the room in hopes you'd spot him getting dressed for the lazy day you had both been looking forward to, but the room was empty and this makes you groan in annoyance. Knowing Poe he most likely forgot that today was, not only his day off, but yours as well. He probably went to work without even realizing what today was. Surely though General Organa would inform your boyfriend that today was his much needed day off.

Climbing out of bed you feel the cool air hit your bare skin, making you shiver despite the heat of this planet. Poe often teased you for always being cold, every time you shiver when I cool burst of wind blows by he always throws an arm around you and holds you against his side, claiming that he's keeping you warm, but everyone knew it was his excuse for always keeping you close to him, for the man was smitten with you. Once standing up from the bed you spot one of Poe's shirts, a white - ish button up shirt he often wore. Smiling, you walk over to the dresser and pick it up. Slipping the shirt on and buttoning it up, the shirt was of course large on you, falling at your thighs and swallowing your arms, so you rolled the sleeves up and decided to search the small apartment for him.

Once out of the bedroom you begin your search, surprised when you find him in the kitchen cooking something. Smiling even brighter at the sight of him in a plain gray t-shirt and comfy pants, you walk into the kitchen and hop up on the counter as he mixed something in a bowl by the table. He probably didn't even realize you had entered the room. His focus on whatever he was making.

“Well look who finally decided to wake up” He spoke without turning around, his back to you as he worked on the food.

“It's too early to be awake” you grumbled playfully but your words were truthful, you weren't used to waking up so early.

“That may be true, but I woke up because someone had stolen all the blankets and I was hungry” Poe finally turns around with the bowl in hand, walking over to place it beside you as he stands in front of you, eyes falling on the shirt. “is that my shirt?” he questioned with a quirked brow, his smug smirk slowly tugging at his lips as you knew he was about to day something about it. But you stopped him with your response.

“you mean our shirt” you correct him with a grin. Hands falling on his shoulders as you look at him in those gorgeous brown eyes of his.

“I'm not gonna lie… it looks way better on me” he eyes the shirt again while chewing on his bottom lip. Trying to fight off the smile that threatens to grace his face.

A laugh tumbles from your lips as you roll your eyes, “Oh, do you want me to take it off then?” you ask while taking your hands off his shoulders to cross your arms.

“Now that sounds like a plan” he said with his usual smug smirk, stepping back as if he really expects you to just take the shirt off. Laughing at him you hop off the counter and smack his chest lightly.

“You're an idiot flyboy” You shake your head at him, his confused face priceless making you laugh again. He was adorable, your lucky to even have him. You knew that he didn't want anything to do with a relationship while fighting for the resistance, but lucky for you he had made an exception for, in his words, his princess.

“So I guess that's a no go on taking the shirt off” he muttered more to himself then you, walking over to the stove to continue his duties on cooking.

Walking over to his side you watch him pour the batter he had been mixing into the hot pan on the burner, “Need any help with that?” you ask him quietly as you wrap your arm around his midsection, always so eager to assist him in any way possible.

“Nope, I'm cooking breakfast for you sweetheart. Now go relax and I'll bring it to you whenever it's ready” he cranes his head and leans down to place a soft kiss on your forehead, heart swelling at how gentle his kisses always are.

But despite the why your heart flutters at his sweet actions, you refuse to let him cook everything on his rare day off. “This is like, you're first ever day off Poe, let me at least help a little” you try and give him the wide eyes, the ones that always had him putty in your hands. “I can keep the dishes washed or keep on eye on the pancakes —

“darling I love you and all, but please step out of the kitchen” he turned around and gives you an amused smile, but seemed determined to shoo you out of the kitchen as a hand rests on his hip as he held a spatula in the other.

Sighing, you give in to his request to leave the kitchen. But place a kiss on his slightly scruffy cheek before you do, sluggishly walking into the small living space to where you can still watch him cook. You flop on the couch and laid down, waiting rather impatiently for him to prepare the pancakes he was making. You sighed dramatically every once in a while, making sure it was loud enough so he could hear it. Of course he would and he'd mimick you just as loudly, small smile on his face as he does so. It didn't take long for him to walk into the living room carrying two plates full of pancakes, sitting down on the couch while handing you your plate and digging into his. You sat up and eat together, surprised that not only was poe a damn good pilot, but a pretty good cook as well.

You and poe spent the day inside your shared apartment, cuddling, goofing off and of course bickering over small things, like how he practically tore the kitchen apart in that small time you had left it. Needless to say, it was the best day off ever.

[thosewickedlovelies]

💀💀💀 pls I LOVE fo!poe and this is...Hot

laksjdgsjf also I like how you wrote them as being affectionate and loving even though they happen to be in the first order, it's refreshing to read a fo!poe in which he feels a bit more like his actual self in that way

Bliss

Pairing = FO! Poe x reader

Words = 6k (don’t look at me)

Summary = You watch your husband throw a knife, sparking 18+ thots

Warnings = SMUT (18+ only!) KNIFE PLAY, reader masturbation, fingering (f receiving), violence, like one non-graphic sentence of imaginary blood, but no actual blood (PLEASE message me if you wanna know more before reading and I’ll answer any questions you might have :) ) 

A/N 1 = This is basically pure smut and I’m sorry, it’s all from that training video

A/N 2 = You and Poe are married in the fic, and love each other. There is also discussion of the scene involving the knife. In real life, this discussion should be much longer, and less one-sided, going through details with much more depth. If you ever try knife play in real life, please never use the knife during actual sex in case of injury. You should also always have a first aid kit, and certain places of the body (the neck, inner wrists, groin area) should never come into contact with a sharp knife because of the high risk of lethal injury. In this fic they do it because it’s fiction. Please always do your research and make sure your partner does too, make sure you keep communicating and also that you trust the person you’re with. 

If you have any questions about the content of this fic before you read, send me a message, if you have questions about knife play, send me a message, I’ll be more than happy to talk about it!! (Actually I’ll talk about anything to anyone if you ever want to chat! ☺️)

Also PLEASE let me know if I missed any warnings!!

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writer's meme - TY to @r0b0tb0y for the tag!

How many works do you have on AO3?

168 - oh man that's more than I'd realized. I passed 150 and didn't even notice!

What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,133,901

So many.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Since r0b0tb0y and I were just talking about this, I conveniently have a list of all 20 ranked by number of works

134 - Star Wars 7 - Original Works 7 - Marvel 2 - Pirates of The Carribean 2 - The Old Guard 2 - Discworld 1 - Good Omens 1 - Leverage 1 - The Good Place 1 - Avatar: The Last Airbender 1 - Ocean’s 11 1 - Harry Potter 1 - The Goblin Emperor 1 - Gundam Wing 1 - Star Trek: TNG 1 - Hades (Videogame) 1 - Sailor Moon 1 - Russian Doll 1 - Mummy/Wonder Woman crossover

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Lol, looking at my top five - it falls into two categories

1. Fics I wrote right at the height of a fandom's popularity that got a massive reader boost because it was the Hot Thing Right Then

2. Star Wars Fix-Its

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A Series of Better Decisions - A Padme/Obi-Wan/Anakin SW Prequel Trilogy fix-it where Anakin talks to Obi-Wan and spends Revenge of the Sith in a stressed-out bisexual panic instead of becoming a Space Fascist. He winds up fake-poly-dating Obi-Wan to try to bring down Palpatine, and eventually winds up in a better place due to the power of Quitting Your Job and becoming a househusband.

Galactic Response Time - Captain Marvel - an at the time MCU canon-compliant gen fic that ran the universe forward and explained how Carol really TRIED to show up for all those other crises that happened, but it turns out most of the major MCU disasters only lasted like three days and space is real big, y'all. Featuring Nick Fury cathartically bitching with his Space Bestie.

New Lands for the Living - Fix-it where the sequel trilogy ends Even Worse, Poe goes back in time to mercy-kill the timeline, and much to his dismay winds up married to just-before-Original-Trilogy Luke Skywalker. He has an existential crisis about his own existence, meets some competent women, and starts fixing things.

Life's Little Pleasures - The Good Omens fic where I put all my ace feelings, featuring metaphysical bonding and good scotch.

Flustered - Another Padme/Anakin/Obi-Wan SW Prequel Trilogy fix-it, where Order 66 never happens. Anakin gets some therapy and Padme gets a horrible crush on Obi-Wan.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I do! I love getting to talk to people about fics, and I so appreciate people making the effort to comment I want to spend some time with them! It's so much easier not to comment, I know.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm this is not my normal wheelhouse. I usually go angst that gets resolved by the end. Let me look to see what the options are.

Okay, I think we've got two contendors: In Waystation an exhausted Poe Dameron crash-lands in a station where a Bodhi Rook that lived and then hid now lives with Baze and Chirrut. There is a little epilgue that implies they're going to meet again, but the bulk of the fic does end with Poe making the decision to go back to the Resistance, and leaving Bodhi behind. Still, I think it's more wistful, rather than angsty.

Time Enough for Mourning takes it though, I think. Davits Draven/Antoc Merrick, that is entirely about Draven mourning the fact that Antoc has died. The end is still, I think, more cathartic than angsty, but it is overall probably the strongest "break out the waterworks" of my fics.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I do occasionally, usually when someone prompts me and I find something in there that makes my brain go!!! I think the strangest is probably The Face Underneath. It's a Cassian Andor/Elim Garak fic where I drag Garak into the Star Wars Universe for a triple drabble series where he is an old mentor of Cassian's.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Mmm, not proper hate. Realtalk, the most devastating one for me was when I posted a fic that the only comment was a spelling critique.

And yes, there was a spelling error, but still, very crushing to have that be the only feedback. (It has since found a few readers that said nice things, very healing :D)

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes! Uh - consensual, between adults, often M/M adults, tho I have written explicit femslash, hetfic, and poly piles. It's usually affectionate, often plays with power dynamics even if it doesn't go into full dom/sub.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that anyone has made me aware of, I've never looked.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Had a request or two, but never been linked the result - so not sure if it didn't happen or if I just didn't get linked. I welcome it!

I have had several fics podficced, and I LOVE that. What a joy! Making a blanket permission statement that allowed podfic is one of the best decisions I've made as a fic author. Suddenly, Podfic!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Once or twice! I like the idea of doing it, but follow-through is hard. Hoping to do some co-writing soon though, so we will see!

What’s your all time favourite ship?

Sorry, unrepentant multi-shipper here. I like possibilities, and finding the story that will bring people together, more than one specific thing.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I don't have ANYTHING I've given up on, but there are a few fics in my unpublished drafts that were beautiful ideas, and really struggled to become contained stories. They all want to be sprawling things, and I have not felt sprawling-thing-writing passionate about those ideas. But, you never know! Inspiration may strike.

What are your writing strengths?

I'd say character voice, along with that, dialogue. Also humor moments that still have real weight and don't undercut the story, as well as straight comedy writing.

What are your writing weaknesses?

You see, I, uh, do this thing where I don't really end a sentence - I think about ending it, I even assume, at some point while I'm writing that I have ended it; I have not and it meanders, persistently, until I have constructed a whole paragraph made out of one chain of words and a hodgepodge of punctuation.

Also the thing where I accidentally use an unusual word five times in one paragraph because my brain has grabbed onto it like an excited puppy and keeps offering it up as the Perfect Word.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I love having multilingual characters. When writing, I tend to keep all the words in English and use dialogue tags to denote language shift - unless I am inventing the language, or have a speaker of that language willing to beta the bits to make sure I don't mess them up too badly.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Actually wrote and posted? Rogue One.

Fandom of my heart my younger self spun out stories in my imagination about? Where if I had my own computer and easy access to a fic archive they almost certainly would have become spectacularly earnest fics?

ReBoot and Sailor Moon. The Sailor Moon was an AU that took place on the sun and they all had kick-ass horses. Baby Sass knew what was up.

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

Nope, sorry, can't pick, love them all in different ways for different reasons.

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[omegaversebutbetter]

I was writing a overwatch post but it got all fucky and now all my long work is gone so fuck this here's a simple one

JEDISTORMPILOT

Rey Finn and poe if you don't know LETS GO

Rey Alpha. Hot-headed, snappy yet fiercely protective and would litterally give up her life for the ones she loves. She's an alpha. Alphas were the last comon in the Jedi order in the past, their natural competitiveness snd being known for anger and aggression got them looked over even when they did have a connection to the force for fear that they would be tempted by the dark side. Ironically enough Anikin skywalker himself was an alpha. I mean of couse he was look at that stupid himbo asshole. Even more ironically both Luke and Leia are omegas and the fear of alphas being more inclined to the dark side is passed on to like by Yoda but never to Leia which is why Leia never doubts Rey and why Luke is aprihens8ve to teach her, especially after Kylo Ren, who he belived would be Alpha. (Actually eveyone belived Kylo was Alpha, to his death, but he had a blocker put in him when he joined the order and none knows for sure) anyway ye Rey is Alpha, like you can see it, it's self explanatory. She has the poor judgement of one sometimes too I feel like this is obvious

Finn! Baby boy, I love himb. He's an omega. He has no idea he's an omega for ages tho because when the topps are taken as kids they immidately have suppressors put in them and they basically never find out and eventually die. None talks about alpha omega stuff in the first order because they belive it is a distraction and unimportant and it helps control the troops the more they take away from any possible identity or variation they may have. So when people are talking about Alpha omega stuff in the Rebelion Finn just assumes it's some space lingo he dosent know but eventually he has to stop someone talking about how annoying it is when they have a heat and have to go off active duty of a week or take meds which are in short supply and how annoying it is to be an omega and he's like "woah woah woah woah woah. Wait. That alpha omega stuff is actually a thing and not space lingo? Tf??" And so Rey and Poe have to give him the talk and through a medical scan they find his implant. Because they're worried it might be utilised to track them some members of the rebellion pressure him to have it taken out but as its a big step into a world he had no idea existed Leia allows Finn to take his time. Unfortunately he's not allowed to take too long as it begins to disintegrate inside him he is forced to have it rover and is thrust into a life of an omega with two alpha friends who are even more protective than before.

And yeah Poe is also an Alpha. That cockyness is only seen on an alpha or an omega with something to prove (not to stereotypes) but poe also has been able to cruise through life on his piloting skills, assumed alpha superiority and charm. That's kind of why he has a problem with authority so often. He dosnef like being told no but eventually is taught that sometimes he needs to be, which is why he asks Finn fo be his co-general. This is also why he also butt's heads with Rey so much, they unite mainly in their protectiveness over Finn but can also butt heads their as they want to be his "favorite". This gets even worse when they both realise they also want his affection and worse still when he presents as Omega. Eventually Finn, ever the mediator and problem solver, tells them to stop being stupid because he likes both of them. They get to be poly and happy, fuck you. Also both Finn and Rey take Poe's last name because come on movie why is Rey complaining about not having a last name when Finn is standing there, listening to her, not complaining, he still doesn't have a last name, he didn't even have a first name until he met Poe! Anyway they all have the last name Dameron, they're all technically married, the end.