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Before You Leave
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader
Prompt: "unrequited love, in which i just poured my heart out to you, telling you i love you and you said that you don’t feel the same way, and then you leave, and i’m standing here, not sure what to do, i can’t even cry that’s how shocked and heartbroken i am"
Word Count: 812
Warnings: i cried while writing this so take that as you will
a/n: it's 5 am and i refuse to beta read this so it could be hot trash we'll see
You weave your way through the massive crowd bustling through the hangar to your friends, sidestepping BB-8 as you approach Poe.
“Hey, can we talk?” you ask, gently placing your hand on his forearm. “Before you leave?”
“Yeah, of course,” he says, following you out of the expansive space, through a few passageways, and into your quarters. The two of you dodge frantic runway techs and pilots on your way - the main hallway is rather busy, people running back and forth helping to prepare the Falcon. After all, this was the mission. The be-all-end-all.
“I’m not sure what’s going to happen when you leave,” you start as you cross the threshold into your room, picking up a sweater from your bed and pulling it on to have something, anything to do with your hands. He nods, understanding the massive collection of anxious feelings that were most likely trying to find their ways into your mind. He always felt the same way before you left - panic about if you’d return, then the numbness that would set if you were even an hour late returning. “And I just needed to tell you something - to prepare for the worst happening.” Your hands are trembling at this point, and he takes them in his, concerned.
“Is everything ok?” he asks, brows knitting together with concern. You smile tightly at him, nodding.
“Yeah, I just- I’ve been thinking a lot about being honest with people lately - you know, what with the large probability that we could, well, die soon,” you say, clearing your throat nervously, and he nods. “And there’s something that I haven’t been very honest with you about.” Your heart races, thumping against your ribcage so hard you swear he can hear it. If someone had given you a cup of water to hold right now, it would be sloshing all over the floor. “I love you,” you blurt out, not knowing how else to say it other than quickly, without allowing any chance for interruption. You glance up at him, relief bursting in your chest as he smiles.
“I love you too, Y/N,” he says warmly. “You mean so much to me. So much.” You smile, thanking every god you can think of. “But you tell me that all the time - was there something else?” he asks, confused.
You kick yourself inwardly. Of course.
“No, I know that we say that a lot, like we care about each other, but I love you, Poe. I’m in love with you.” Knowing that if you stop now, you’ll probably never speak again, you continue on, hands still shaking like a leaf. “I love how passionate you are about flying, and how you always check on me if you know that I’ve had a bad day, and I love the way you always wake me up early to watch the sunset with you, and I just didn’t want to let you leave without telling you. Because I feel like you might feel the same way, and I’m not letting myself lose that. Not now. Not with you.” You look back up at him hopefully, a smile daring to tilt your lips upward.
Your stomach drops as you take in the look of bewilderment on his face.
“Are you sure?” he asks, pulling his hands from yours. You swallow thickly, nodding. “I don’t know what to say, Y/N, I’m sorry, but I just don’t feel the same way. I love you as a friend, but nothing more. I’m sorry.”
“Oh,” you say, face heating with shame. How could you be so stupid? “That’s ok,” you say, tucking your hands to your sides as a knot ties in your stomach. “I’m sorry,” you murmur, looking down at the floor. The shining tile reflects your fallen face back at you. Mockery at its finest.
“It’s fine,” he responds, his harsh tone slapping you across the face and leaving you breathless, a sharp pain taking root in your chest. Motioning to the door, he says, “I need to go.”
“Please comm me as soon as you get somewhere safe,” you call out after him, but you look up to find that he’s already left.
You aren’t sure how long you stand there, but by the time you draw on enough resolve to leave your quarters, Poe is long gone, taking any hope of reconciliation with him.
You want the tears to come, but they refuse to surface. It would be easier if you could be mad, find some fiber of your being that resents him now. But you can’t - how could you? Poe was good. Caring, kind, considerate beyond belief. Loyal.
Beautiful.
Shivering, you wrap your sweater tighter around yourself and walk to the door. You can't bear to talk to anyone right now.
As you close your door, you feel another one shut hundreds of parsecs away.
taglists:
permanent: @staarshines
poe: @zoriis @obiwns
Take a Break
Pairing: Poe Dameron x GN!Reader (modern!au)
Word count: 540
Warnings: brief mentions of alcohol
Summary: You and Poe share a much-needed quiet moment together during a party
A/N: Can be read romantically or platonically
The sounds of the party drift out into the cold night air, past where you sit on the small balcony and down into the city beyond. You shiver, wrapping your coat tighter around you as a breeze tickles the back of your neck. Inhaling deeply, you savor the fresh air you slipped away to enjoy.
You love hanging out with your friends, of course. It can just get overwhelming at times, so you like to find small moments like these to savor by yourself.
The sound of the door opening behind you stirs you from your thoughts, and you don’t need to turn to recognize Poe’s footsteps as he approaches and sits beside you, crossing his legs and wrapping an arm around you. You lean your head down onto his shoulder, scooting closer to take advantage of his body heat. He chuckles, sensing what you’re doing and pulling you into his side.
“Just wanted to check on you,” he says, following your eyeline and looking up at the scene that stretches on forever above you, bright stars twinkling against the dark backdrop of the sky.
“I’m all right,” you respond, nodding. “Just needed a break from everyone.”
Poe hums his understanding.
“I can go back inside if you need more time,” he says, and you can tell it’s genuine. You shake your head, smiling softly.
“You don’t count as everyone,” you say.
“I’m honored. Truly.” You laugh, shoving him playfully. The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, the only sound being the traffic far below you and the occasional muffled shout drifting to your ears from the gathering inside.
“I went to that library earlier today,” you tell him. Poe looks at you, smiling fondly.
“The one you read about?”
“Yeah. It was really cool, they had this huge display case with all these old manuscripts. I need to take you there sometime. You’d like it.”
“Definitely,” he says, lifting his hand from your shoulder to brush back a few strands of hair that had fallen in your face.
“What time is it?” you ask, realizing you’d left your watch at home and your phone in Rey’s bedroom.
“8:19,” Poe says, looking down at his phone, the soft blue glow from the screen washing over his features.
A loud cheer from inside draws your attention, and you turn your head to see what caused it. You chuckle softly as you watch Jess and Finn down a row of shots at an alarming rate. Poe’s laugh bubbles in your ear, making you smile even wider.
“I think it’s best if we head back to make sure they don’t do something outlandishly disastrous,” you laugh. As the ones who volunteered to drive people home for the night, you and Poe are the only ones not drinking.
“Probably,” he laughs, standing up. He offers you his hand, and you take it, smiling gratefully at him as he helps you to your feet. “If you need another break let me know and I’ll cover for you,” he says quietly, pulling open the sliding glass door. A loud chorus of laughter and cheers sound at your arrival.
“Thanks,” you murmur out of the corner of your mouth, and he nods.
“Anytime.”
tags: @staarshines @obiwns @zoriis
THIS IS SO CUTE I SQUEALED
always warm (in your arms)
rating: teen
pairing: poe dameron x reader
word count: 2k
summary: it’s winter on d’qar and there’s a conversation to be had about a certain kiss (follow up to this fic)
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When Poe woke up the next morning, he was alone. He turned over onto his side, pressed his palm onto your side of the bed and frowned when he found that it was cold. Alright, he knew you were an early riser - earlier than him, which was really saying something - but he’d hoped to wake up with you still in his arms.
Maybe even get a chance to discuss that kiss, which the memory of was enough to make his stomach flip as Poe kicked the blanket off his legs and sat upright. Similarly, BB-8 was beginning to whir on his charger port, which meant the little droid would be up and rolling around shortly.
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A Wrench In the Gears
Pairing: Poe Dameron & Lesbian!Best friend!reader, background Rose Tico x reader (mentioned)
Summary: You've been wanting to tell Poe something for a while, and you finally get the courage to do it.
aka reader comes out to poe and he's the best friend ever
Word Count: 826
Warnings: Brief mentions of homophobia
A/N: I'm back!! tysm for being patient! decided to write this bc there's like zero fics like this for poe and my lesbian ass is TIRED anyways ily mwah happy reading
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You shove your hands into your pockets, doing your best to quell your nerves. Shit like this is never easy, but you want to do it. You really do.
It’s just hard.
Today was quiet. Fixing up Black One with Poe in the hangar while the two of you waited for the other half of your friends - Rey and Finn - to come back from a supply run had been a nice reprieve from how hectic life on base has been recently. Everything had been going smoothly until Rose had come over to offer her help and you’d, well, panicked. Let’s just say you dropped a not-so-light wrench on your foot and had to go to med bay.
Poe had been on your ass for the rest of the day, making you rest and pestering you about what had happened. You simply brushed him off throughout the course of his multiple attempts, laughing off his questions with a nervous heat in your cheeks and then dashing off with some excuse or the other.
Needless to say, your best friend didn’t take kindly to being ignored. You’d gone to ask him for the name of a ship part to put on an order list and he’d taken your datapad from you, scribbled it down, then stalked off, leaving you feeling guilty and upset with yourself.
He’d avoided you the rest of the day.
Standing outside of his quarters now, you take a deep breath. Your nerves make your stomach churn, and you try not to turn on your heel and bolt in the opposite direction.
Finally, you drum up the courage to knock, using the pattern the two of you had established to signify if one of you needed something important.
There’s a long moment of quiet before you hear a faint “Come in”.
Poe’s sitting at his desk, fiddling with a flap of metal and some bolts, tools littered across the flat expanse below his hands.
“Hey,” you say quietly, flinching slightly as his cold gaze meets your wary one. Sitting down on his bed, you kick off your shoes and then curl your feet under you. “Can we talk? About today?”
Poe takes a moment to think, before nodding reluctantly and setting down the scraps. He turns his chair around to face you, then sits back down.
“Sure. I’ll start. What the hell?”
“I’m sorry,” you say quickly, pulling one of his extra blankets into your lap, threading your fingers in between the gaps between the strands of yarn. “I, uh…” trailing off, you guiltily meet his eyes, sighing. He raises his eyebrows, the coldness in his features slowly melting as he realizes there’s something troubling you.
“Is everything ok?” he asks, standing up and walking across the room to stand in front of you. He crouches down so he’s at your eye level, taking one of your hands.
“Yeah,” you say, nodding. “Well, sort of? I just need to explain why I acted the way I did. This is gonna be a lot easier for me if you just let me finish and don’t interrupt, ok? Just...yeah.”
“Sure,” he says, squeezing your hand. You offer him a weak smile.
“So, I hurt my foot because I dropped that tool on it.” Poe nods, remembering. “It was because Rose came over. It caught me a bit off guard, because, well…” Tears begin welling up in your eyes as your anxiety gets the better of you. “I may or may not have feelings for her. I have for a while. I don’t...I like women. Not men. And I didn’t know how you would feel about it, and I’m sorry for not telling you, but I just wasn’t- I wasn’t ready to tell anyone. But yeah, I guess that’s it. I’m sorry.”
You’re shocked to find Poe smiling at you when you finally meet his gaze again.
“You aren’t...upset?” you ask, confused. Poe looks taken aback.
“Of course not. Who you love doesn’t change anything about how I think about you. You’re still you. Hell, you’re more you. I love you so much, nothing could ever change that, ok?” he says, and you start crying in earnest. He panics, eyes widening. “Shit, did I say something wrong, I’m so s-”
“No, Poe, I just- I’m relieved,” you choke out, smiling tearfully at him.
“Aw, c’mere,” he says, sitting down next to you and opening his arms. You bury your face in his neck, and he wraps you in a tight hug, rubbing comforting circles on your back for as long as it takes for you to calm down.
“You’re a really good friend,” you say as you pull away after several minutes, smiling at him. He does a happy little shoulder dance.
“Duh.”
“It’s no fun if you agree with the compliment,” you groan, punching his shoulder playfully.
“It’s fun for me,” he points out, giving you a shit-eating grin.
“Fuck you.”
“Love you too.”
tags: @staarshines @bucky-j-barnes @beydameron @obiwns
* if your @ isn't underlined/highlighted, i can't tag you *
Daisies
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader (Hanahaki!au)
Warnings: Blood, Somewhat graphic description of death, probably a shit ton of typos bc it's 3 am and I'm not ab to proofread this
Summary: You're so in love with Poe Dameron it's killing you. Literally.
A/N: this is half vent piece, half i've-wanted-to-write-this-for-a-while. also i changed how the disease "works" just a little bit for plot purposes.
You used to like daisies. That was before you were staring them down every few hours, leaned over the sink, blood dripping from your cracked lips.
You used to like Poe Dameron. That was before he started killing you.
Then again, you guess you still did. That’s why you were in this situation, after all.
At first, you’d ignored the signs of what you’d hoped wasn’t love - swallowed your words, caught the butterflies in a net and tossed them outside.
But it was getting harder and harder to do so.
You didn’t have much longer. You could tell.
Leia could too.
She’d first approached you after you’d run out of a meeting to hurl up seeds and blooms, waiting outside your quarters for you with a painful expression of pity and concern written across her face. You wish she’d erased it and just let you be.
But she wouldn’t - how could she? You were dying, right in front of her, refusing to take the help she offered.
To be fair, the help she was telling you to seek out would ruin you just the same as the thorns scratching at your lungs.
Getting that surgery and forgetting him would suffocate you more than any vines wrapped around your esophagus could.
You couldn’t do it. You knew you should. After all, this whole mess was your fault anyways. Catching feelings for your best friend wasn’t anyone else's fuck up but yours.
But you didn't think you’d be able to live with yourself if you let someone take the flowers out, and with them, any trace of Poe. The real problem is that you wouldn’t technically be living with yourself. Not anymore. You weren’t really yourself without him. That was what terrified you, what ate you up with guilt.
Because you knew he felt the same way.
Well, not the same way. But you knew that he relied on you, leaned on you.
And soon enough, he’d fall over. Because you'd be gone.
It was killing you. In more ways than one.
“Please, Lieutenant, just think about it,” the General pleads with you as the two of you walk to a debriefing meeting.
“I’ve thought about it,” you respond truthfully. You had. Still do. All the time. “I don’t like it.”
You go to enter the conference room, but her firm grip on your upper arm stops you. Hissing in pain, you whirl around, your angry expression fading as you meet her eyes. Were those tears?
“How do you think I like watching you wither away?”
You smile sadly at the irony of the sentence. It quickly fades as you process what she said. You truly hadn’t considered what this must look like to her. She must think you stubborn, too prideful to ask for help. Brash and inconsiderate.
“Don’t do that,” she says, tapping a finger to your forehead. “I don’t, and you know that. But I can’t say I understand why you won’t do it.”
“I just…” you trail off, silencing your thoughts as a group of runway techs pass by. Once they’ve cleared your vicinity, you continue, “It’s the same either way.”
“How so?” She isn’t mocking you. She’s asking, genuinely. Somehow, that’s worse.
“I die either way. Or at least, a part of me does. If I don’t get the surgery, I get more time with him - maybe a few months? It’ll still be me. If I...if I do get it, it won’t be me. Not really. It takes away all memories of him. I’ve known him for too long. I’ll be a completely different person, and the worst part is that I won’t even know.” you pause, eyes growing misty. “And neither will he. He won’t understand why I’m suddenly introducing myself to him like a new acquaintance.”
Leia’s eyes soften in understanding. “I see.” She pauses, taking your hand and covering it with her other one. “Well, I can’t tell you what to do, but-”
“Technically, you can. You outrank me. You outrank everyone.”
“Like you’ve ever really listened to anything I’ve said,” she quips, her words tugging the corners of your mouth upward slightly. “But I think you should reconsider. Or, you know…” she gestures vaguely, and a knot ties itself in your stomach.
“I can’t do that. He’s…” you pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing. “If he outright says he doesn’t, I’ll collapse right there. I can’t let him see that.”
Leia’s heart hurts for you. You shouldn’t be dealing with this. Not as young as you are. Not as bright as your future was.
She doesn’t say anything else, just nods in concession and follows you inside. She notes how Poe hopefully looks at you, and how you purposefully avoid his eyes. The upset on his face is clear as glass.
It happened on a Tuesday.
You’d collapsed in your quarters, drowning as one of the thorns punctured a lung and it filled with blood.
Poe found you.
You wish he hadn’t. It would’ve been easier.
But things never really did go your way, did they?
tags: @bucky-j-barnes @beydameron @staarshines
Daisies
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader (Hanahaki!au)
Warnings: Blood, Somewhat graphic description of death, probably a shit ton of typos bc it's 3 am and I'm not ab to proofread this
Summary: You're so in love with Poe Dameron it's killing you. Literally.
A/N: this is half vent piece, half i've-wanted-to-write-this-for-a-while. also i changed how the disease "works" just a little bit for plot purposes.
You used to like daisies. That was before you were staring them down every few hours, hunched over the toilet, blood dripping from your cracked lips.
You used to like Poe Dameron. That was before he started killing you.
Then again, you guess you still did. That’s why you were in this situation, after all.
At first, you’d ignored the signs of what you’d hoped wasn’t love - swallowed your words, caught the butterflies in a net and tossed them outside.
But it was getting harder and harder to do so.
You didn’t have much longer. You could tell.
Leia could too.
She’d first approached you after you’d run out of a meeting to hurl up seeds and blooms, waiting outside your quarters for you with a painful expression of pity and concert written across her face. You wish she’d erased it and let you be.
But she wouldn’t - how could she? You were dying, right in front of her, refusing to take the help she offered.
To be fair, the help she was telling you to seek out would ruin you just the same as the thorns scratching at your lungs.
Getting that surgery and forgetting him would suffocate you more than any vines wrapped around your esophagus could.
You couldn’t do it. You knew you should. After all, this whole mess was your fault anyways. Catching feelings for your best friend wasn’t anyone else's fuck up but yours.
But you didn't think you’d be able to live with yourself if you let someone take the flowers out, and with them, any trace of Poe. The real problem is that you wouldn’t technically be living with yourself. Not anymore. You weren’t really yourself without him. That was what terrified you, what ate you up with guilt.
Because you knew he felt the same way.
Well, not the same way. But you knew that he relied on you, leaned on you.
And soon enough, he’d fall over. Because you'd be gone.
It was killing you. In more ways than one.
“Please, Lieutenant, just think about it,” the General pleads with you as the two of you walk to a debriefing meeting.
“I’ve thought about it,” you respond truthfully. You had. Still do. All the time. “I don’t like it.”
You go to enter the conference room, but her firm grip on your upper arm stops you. Hissing in pain, you whirl around, your angry expression fading as you meet her eyes. Were those tears?
“How do you think I like watching you wither away?”
You smile sadly at the irony of the sentence. It quickly fades as you process what she said. You truly hadn’t considered what this must look like to her. She must think you stubborn, too prideful to ask for help. Brash and inconsiderate.
“Don’t do that,” she says, tapping a finger to your forehead. “I don’t, and you know that. But I can’t say I understand why you won’t do it.”
“I just…” you trail off, silencing your thoughts as a group of runway techs pass by. Once they’ve cleared your vicinity, you continue, “It’s the same either way.”
“How so?” She isn’t mocking you. She’s asking, genuinely. Somehow, that’s worse.
“I die either way. Or at least, a part of me does. If I don’t get the surgery, I get more time with him - maybe a few months? It’ll still be me. If I...if I do get it, it won’t be me. Not really. It takes away all memories of him. I’ve known him for too long. I’ll be a completely different person, and the worst part is that I won’t even know.” you pause, eyes growing misty. “And neither will he. He won’t understand why I’m suddenly introducing myself to him like a new acquaintance.”
Leia’s eyes soften in understanding. “I see.” She pauses, taking your hand and covering it with her other one. “Well, I can’t tell you what to do, but-”
“Technically, you can. You outrank me. You outrank everyone.”
“Like you’ve ever really listened to anything I’ve said,” she quips, her words tugging the corners of your mouth upward slightly. “But I think you should reconsider. Or, you know…” she gestures vaguely, and a knot ties itself in your stomach.
“I can’t do that. He’s…” you pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing. “If he outright says he doesn’t, I’ll collapse right there. I can’t let him see that.”
Leia’s heart hurts for you. You shouldn’t be dealing with this. Not as young as you are. Not as bright as your future was.
She doesn’t say anything else, just nods in concession and follows you inside. She notes how Poe hopefully looks at you, and how you purposefully avoid his eyes. The upset on his face is clear as glass.
It happened on a Tuesday.
You’d collapsed in your quarters, drowning as one of the thorns punctured a lung and it filled with blood.
Poe found you.
You wish he hadn’t. It would’ve been easier.
But things never really did go your way, did they?
tags: @bucky-j-barnes @beydameron @staarshines
Hii! Idk if you have written that before (imm sorry if you did) but could I request a fic with Poe where the reader is really stressed and Poe helps them calm down? Thanks:)
hi!! sorry it took me a bit to get to this! here you go <3
Pairing: Poe Dameron x gn!reader (college!au)
Word count: 679
taglist: @staarshines @bucky-j-barnes @obiwns @userpoe
School is, to put it simply, kicking your ass.
Down a flight of stairs.
Into a brick wall.
You find yourself tonight, like most other nights, holed up in your dorm room. You sit at your desk, a various assortment of papers and textbooks strewn about the space that wasn’t occupied by your open laptop. The sound of the keyboard clicking under your fingers is the only one in your otherwise-silent dorm room. At times like this, when you’re unable to stop yourself from working well into the obscene hours of the morning, you wish you could resist the tendencies you had to perfect every little detail.
It isn’t news to you that doing what you so often do - writing papers until your eyes burn and your fingertips ache - isn’t good for you.
You grab the pen you’ve stowed behind your ear and jot down a few bullet points of information, glancing back and forth between your writing and the book splayed open next to it to make sure you get the details right.
Sighing, you let the pen fall from your fingers. You lean back in your chair, biting the inside of your lip as a wave of anxiety crests and crashes over you. You shouldn’t be worried, realistically. This paper isn’t due until next week. But the rigid schedule you’ve locked yourself into dictates that you need to finish this by tomorrow morning so that you can get a month-early jumpstart on another project, and if you couldn’t do that, then you wouldn’t be able to-
“Y/n? You in there?”
The sound of a voice on the other side of your door pulls you out of your state of panic.
You stretch as you stand, joints groaning in protest as you make your way across the room and open the door to find someone smiling at you from the hallway.
“Poe?” you ask blearily. “What’re you doing here?” You spare a glance down at your watch, eyes widening. “It’s almost two in the morning.” He sighs, shaking his head.
“You know why.”
“I can promise you, I don’t,” you retort, pulling a smirk from his lips.
“How long have you been working on that paper?”
“Not that long…” Your words fade away as you survey the concern on his face. You sigh. “Too long,” you admit, and he smiles sympathetically. “I could turn it in, but I just…It’s not good enough.”
“I read it over this evening after dinner, it was perfect,” he supplies, offering you another smile. You sigh, nodding.
“Thanks.” When you don’t say anything else, opting to pick at your nails instead, Poe steps into your dorm, quietly shutting the door behind him.
You stare at him in confusion as he flops down onto the small couch next to your bed and pulls out his laptop.
“What are you doing?”
“If you’re going to work yourself into a stupor, I’m not going to let you do it alone,” he says simply as you make your way over and sit down next to him.
An emotion you slowly identify as gratitude floods your chest, and you can’t help the tears that prick at the corners of your eyes. Poe looks over at you, face crumpling as he notices. He shuts his laptop and tosses it onto your bed, wasting no time in pulling you into an embrace.
“It’s just so much,” you croak out, throat constricting as you start to cry in earnest. Poe presses a kiss to your hair, tightening his hold on you.
“I know,” he says quietly, lifting a hand to rest on the back of your head, pushing it down into the crook of his neck. “I’m right here with you. You’re not alone, I’m right here.”
You bury your face in the collar of his sweater. You’ve been keeping everything - every bad grade, every sleepless night, every failed attempt - bottled up for the majority of the semester - for months. You knew it was bound to come to a head at some point.
You’re glad Poe’s here when it does.
My You-niverse Masterlist
Fandom: Oscar Isaac
Pairing: Oscar Isaac's Characters x F!Reader
Summary: You and America get stuck portal jumping until you reach your universe again. In the meantime, you meet various versions of your husband.
Marc Spector
Blue Jones
Laurent LeClaire
Nathan Bateman
Bud Cooper
Santiago Garcia
Richard Alonso Munoz
Duke Leto Atreides
Poe Dameron
Marc Spector & Steven Grant
*I WILL NOT BE TAKING TAGS!*
the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object
the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object
Humble request
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Can we please search or set a # for stories (fanfics) where character A is affected by x magic, science, thing... That turns him into his little kid version (with or without his memories) and characters B, etc. have to watch him until the effect wears off or they find the solution.
I really love this plot but the lack of specific tags drives me crazy when searching.
Por favor, por favor, por favor Tumblr, haz tu magia🙏🙏🙏🙏
Plz reblog
Poe + #18!! I love your writing!❤👏
18. “I can’t wait to hug you.”
Poe, in all respects, is one hell of a pilot.
The worst part is that he knows it.
The dogfight began in a blink, and before your sensors even pick up on the horde of TIE fighters, they’re biting at the ass of your x-wing and leaving you spiraling in an attempt to shake the pests.
You’re not a bad pilot, not at all. But, with six TIE fighters riding your back end? Your skills slip a bit thanks to the adrenaline coursing through your veins and the fear blacking your vision. Only mildly, though. You gun it, wrists slamming the gears of your controls, locking you backwards and sending the TIE fighters zipping by you, opening up a hole that allows you to gun down a handful.
Poe’s voice cracks with excitement, pride surging in his words. “Nice shooting, Lieutenant!”
“Shut up and shoot, Poe,” you yelp, eyes widening as more TIE fighters flood over the side of the ravine, “I’m picking up all the slack here!”
Your hands are quick, sending yourself barreling towards the rest of Black Squadron for back-up. Jessika and Iolo’s comms crackle with affirmations of your movements but still, Poe chatters on. His grin is audible.
He’s locked in a daring tumble with a few fighters, wings skimming the sand of the surface as he ducks and weaves through the cracks in the surface. You watch as he quickly eliminates the targets before his fighter bobs upwards into the sky.
“Picking up the slack? Seriously?”
BB-8 gives an excited wooooooooooohhhhhhheeewwww.
But, you’re quick to notice the sleeper TIE making moves on Poe’s stern. Poe’s eyes widen as you gun the target down out of the sky behind him.
“You were saying, Commander?”
“I appreciate all you do and I can’t wait to hug you.”
“I can’t wait to strangle you.”
“Will you two shut up?” it’s Jessika this time, “Shoot now, flirt later.”
Sounds like a plan.
Better Together Epilogue
Hey, everyone. This is the final chapter of this story. Thank you to everyone who's been reading right along.
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader
Word Count: 1682
Warnings: Poe. That's it. He's the whole warning.
A/N: I'm going to be redoing my master lists. If you want to be added or removed from my list please either send me a message or comment.
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Poe stops at the market stall, looking over the ripe fruit. He has to be particular, find just the right ones. It looks like it’s going to rain soon and he really doesn’t want to be sent back out because he got the wrong things.
“Again?” The stall owner asks, looking over the rims of his glasses at him.
“I blame you. This is your fault.” Poe points.
“I can’t help it. It’s a special secret.” He grins. He ducks down and comes up with a basket of the perfect fruits. “I had a feeling she’d want more.”
“You’re a lifesaver.” Poe says, paying him for the produce and heading for the end of the street. He’s about to leave, to head to his brand new home that he shares with you when something bright and colorful catches his eye.
***
A disassembled piece of furniture lays in pieces around you on the floor, the instructions in a language you’ve never even seen before. The diagrams aren’t even helpful.
Your eyebrows pinch in frustration. You wanted to have this done before Poe got home, to surprise him. But with the way it’s going now, which is to say nowhere, that won’t happen.
You pick up two of the long pieces and can’t possibly imagine how they might go together.
You need a snack.
Pushing yourself up off the floor, you head for the kitchen. Boxes of brand new dishes and glasses cover the counters and tables. So much left to unpack. It doesn’t feel real.
The First Order is gone, for good this time. Poe is safe and here with you. You’re in your home. Not some bunker on a base, but a home with his dad nearby, and your friends close. It’s been a long year, setting up the new republic, getting this corner of the galaxy back in order. But finally, you can have Poe all to yourself. Until his boyfriend comes knocking, wanting to know if he can come out to play.
You open the box of cupcakes and inhale the wonderful scent of chocolate and frosting. Standing in front of the sink, you carefully peel the wrapper off and break off the bottom of the cake. You press it down into the frosting, licking any that starts to drip out. The sugary sweet chocolate coats your tongue and you hum in approval, taking a bite. Careful to get the crumbs in the sink this time, you try not to inhale it again. Poe yelled at you the last time he caught you sneaking a cupcake like this.
Crumbs everywhere, and you’re gonna choke. Who taught you how to eat?
Just as you’re pushing the last bite into your mouth, the door opens. Crap. You can’t chew fast enough to hide the evidence, he’s going to catch you.
You sweep the wrapper into the sink and pretend to just be looking out the window, surreptitiously trying to chew. You can hear him set his things down on the table and make his way over to you, but you don’t dare look.
You can feel him behind you, his chest presses against your back and he holds up something bright in front of you. A beautiful bouquet of bright flowers, pinks and blues and oranges in a riotous array.
You cover your mouth with one hand, trying desperately to swallow the suddenly dry cake, while taking the stunning bouquet with your other hand.
“I missed you.” He murmurs, wrapping his arms around you, his hands cradling your belly bump. His lips press against your neck, up your jaw before he pauses. “Not gonna say it back?” He asks.
Shit. No hiding it now. “I mithed you, too.” You mumble, keeping your mouth covered.
“Y/N, you are unbelievable.” He sighs, pulling away and turning you around to face him. You finish chewing now that the damage has been done. He’s furiously trying to keep his lips from tugging up at the corners. “You’re going to make yourself choke!”
“The baby wanted it!” You rush, a few crumbs flying at him.
He lowers his eyes to where they fall at his feet and then back up to you. “So, you’re gonna blame this bad behavior on our baby?” He raises an eyebrow.
“Yup. Did you bring home any more fruit?” You ask, trying to sidestep him.
“If I say yes, are you gonna inhale it?”
“Maybe, but I rather think that’s my business.” You pat his cheek and he captures your hand.
“Was that the last cupcake?”
“No. But I’m claiming the others.” You say, dropping your hand to your belly.
“Oh, for crying-… fine.”
You kiss him softly before going to see what fruit he brought you. “I love you.” You tell him as he turns towards the rest of the house.
“I love you, too. Menace.” He shakes his head, pausing in front of the room you had left. “Babe!” He sighs.
“I was trying to surprise you. Don’t worry, I didn’t actually get anything done on it.” There’s a knock on the door and you glance up. “Good news is, Finn’s here to help you figure it out.” You call as his best friend walks in.
“Hey, Y/N.” Finn grins, giving you a hug.
“Hey. Did you bring Rey? Or are you just here by yourself to see your boyfriend?”
“She’s outside. She’ll be in in a minute.” He says, stepping around you and heading for the nursery. You follow him, resting a hand on his broad shoulders.
“So, you boys can get this done by tonight, right?” You ask as Poe picks up one side of the crib.
He stares at you before rolling his eyes. “You’re awfully demanding. Claiming all the cupcakes and everything.”
“I’ll make you both dinner.” You promise.
Poe opens his mouth to protest, but Finn cuts him off. “Deal.”
You turn away and go outside to find Rey. She’s looking up at the sky, her hazel eyes distant and unfocused. She’s been through a lot, and now she carries the memory of countless Jedi before her. Sometimes she can hear them whispering and she gets that far off look.
You touch her shoulder gently and she turns with a start, blinking at you. “Y/N! Look at you! Oh wow. I can’t believe you let him get what he wants.” She laughs, placing a hand on your belly.
“He’s pretty persuasive.” You laugh, moving her hand around to where the baby is pushing.
“Oh wow.” She repeats, her eyes trained on the spot. “I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long.” She mutters, dropping her hand.
“Rey, none of us blame you. We know shit’s been hard. That’s the best part about friendship, when you need us, we’ll be here for you. Always.” You cup her cheek affectionately and she smiles sadly.
“Thanks, Y/N.”
“Come on. I promised the boys dinner. I think we can eat under the canopy while it rains.”
“Alright.” She agrees, following you back inside, one last glance over her shoulder.
***
The thunder rages on while the four of you eat. BB8 is tucked under your chair, his place permanently by your side since you found out you were pregnant. He’s almost as obsessed as Poe is.
You push your plate back, stuffed. You should have stopped before this. But it was just so good. You drop your head back and stare up at the ceiling of the wide canopy.
“Y/N, that was delicious.” Finn says, finishing his spotchka.
“Thank you. I don’t have dessert, but I do have caf.” You offer and Finn shakes his head.
“Maybe in a bit. I couldn’t fit another thing in here.” He pats his stomach and slouches back in his chair.
Poe, unable to stop himself, reaches for your hand. You smile to yourself, flattening his palm against your belly where you feel the baby the most. Any chance he gets, he’s touching your belly.
“Where did you find this recipe?” Rey asks, glancing at you.
“Poe’s dad. He gave it to me a couple days ago and I’ve been meaning to try it.” You shrug, stretching your feet up onto the bar under the middle of the table.
You drift out of focus in the food coma haze as Poe and Finn start discussing additions Poe wants to make to the house. The baby stretches, pushing against Poe’s palm.
After a little bit, Rey and Finn stand up, grabbing the plates. You start to stand up but Finn shakes his head.
“We got this, Y/N. Relax.” He says with a soft wink, carrying the remains of dinner inside.
Poe leans over, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You’re beautiful.” He whispers and you roll your eyes.
“I bet you say that to all your wives.”
“Oh, no, I was talking to the baby.” He says, pointing to your belly.
You laugh, covering his mouth. “I can’t stand you.”
“But I guess you, too.” He shrugs, brushing hair back off your shoulder. “You feeling okay? You didn’t do too much today, right?” He dips his head, pressing kisses to your belly.
“I’m fine. Just over full.” You play with his dark curls. You hope the baby gets his hair. And his big heart, and chocolate eyes. Really, you wouldn’t say no to a mini-Poe Dameron.
“We got the crib done.” He says softly. “How many babies do you think we can fit in this house?” He asks, perking his head up.
You laugh. “I guess we’ll just have to find out.”
“Yes!” He hisses quietly.
You glance to the doorway to see Rey watching you with a soft smile on her face. Finn drops an arm around her shoulders and tugs her against his side, whispering something in her ear.
Everything is working out just as it should. Friends and family surrounding you more than they ever have. You wouldn’t trade these people for anything.
And Poe.
You’ll stay by his side forever. If this war and your trials have taught you anything, it’s that you’re better together.
The End.
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like babe this isn’t us ?? get it together
this is one of those “feel good” fics that you´ll come back to every once in a while because it´s so well written that it will make you giggle each time you remember it. it honestly feels like you´re just “watching” ONE banter in a WHOLE REAL established relationship. it´s like one of those episodes in a sitcom where you´re watching but you also feel the light-hearted love and laughter and sass. it really feels like this is how poe would be in a relationship. it´s beautiful and everyone should read it.
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Black Leader, Shutting Up
Pairing: Poe Dameron x wife!reader
Summary: Poe loves missions, especially when you’re manning the comm systems
Warnings: One innuendo which I don’t regret, one curse word
A/N: Look who’s writing again!
“This is Black Leader, checking in.”
“Copy that, Black Leader,” you replied, smiling subtly as you typed on your data pad. “What is your status?”
“Happily married to the most gorgeous woman in the galaxy,” Poe shot back, the smug grin in his voice audible over the comm system. You rolled your eyes.
“Poe.”
You heard him chuckling to himself. “Mission completed, all of Black Squadron unharmed and hungry.” You smiled in relief. “But I’d also just like to remind everyone that I am indeed married to-”
“Cutting off your comms now, Black Leader,” you interrupted with a smirk, hearing the faint laughter of his fellow pilots in your earpiece. “Jessika, I’m appointing you temporary leader of Black Squadron.”
“Aw thanks, (Y/N),” you heard the pilot grinning. “I’d just like to inform you that the ex-Black Leader just hit his head off his window in shock, so your decision was a very intelligent one.”
You giggled. “Glad to hear that, Black Leader. Confirm please, is the squadron ready to make the jump to hyperspace?”
“Black Squadron, ready and standing by,” she replied. “Although I think it may be wise to promote Poe again, the lack of authority’s getting to him.”
You rolled your eyes affectionately. “I’m sure it is. Commander Dameron, do you hear me?” you asked, flipping the switch on the board in front of you to reconnect to your husband’s comm channel.
“I can just about hear you over the sound of my broken heart,” he replied woefully. “At least now I know how much my wife really respects my position.”
“You know very well that I respect you in several positions, Poe Dameron,” you quipped, grinning to yourself as you heard him clearing his throat bashfully as his Squadron howled with laughter at him.
“Black Squadron, please prepare to make the jump to hyperspace,” you spoke, biting back the grin on your face.
“Black Squadron, jumping to hyperspace.”
“So tell me, did Poe behave himself on the mission?” you asked, relaxing in your seat now that they were safely in hyperspace. A dark chuckle from Snap made you quirk an eyebrow in apprehension. “What did he do?”
“Made a bet with Karé that he could do a triple barrel roll whilst being chased by TIE fighters,” Snap told you. “Managed two before nearly getting shot out of the sky.”
“Is that right?” you asked, your voice dangerously calm. “So you risked your ass and didn’t even manage to do it properly?”
Poe chuckled nervously. “Did I mention how beautiful you look today?”
“You haven’t seen me today, Dameron.”
“But you always look beautiful, dearest.”
You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t stop the affectionate smile spreading across your face. “Just get home safe, and no more barrel rolls.”
“Yes ma’am.” Suddenly the chatter of the rest of the squadron faded away as Poe switched the comms channel to be private. “I’ve been thinking, we should try get a few days leave, maybe head to Yavin.”
You smiled softly. “That sounds nice. You flying?”
“Are you asking?”
A chuckle escaped your lips. “I’m asking, flyboy. So you’re not hurt?”
“Not a scratch,” Poe promised. “You worrying about me, sweetheart?”
“Nope. Just don’t fancy playing nurse tonight,” you quipped, smiling when you heard him chuckle.
“So, what d’you say to dinner under the stars when I get back? I’ll make it all romantic…light some candles, have Beebee play some music-”
A giggle burst from your lips. “You want a romantic evening with me and your droid?”
“We can always wipe his drive if things get too romantic,” he commented, and you could practically see the smirk on his face. You shook your head to yourself, smiling affectionately.
“Just get home safe first,” you told him. “I’m not putting “crashed into a planet whilst seducing his wife” on your memorial.”
“Seducing? So you admit that it was working?”
“Shut up, Black Leader.”
Poe smiled to himself, glancing at his coordinates to see that the squadron was scarcely thirty seconds away from the base.
“Black Leader, shutting up.”
A/N: Have a great day!!
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so um i really really would like to find this one fic of poe dameron x reader where its like enemies to friends to lovers except not really?? The only thing i remember about it (other than the fact that it was absolute perfection) was that reader is a pilot and was supposed to be in poe’s squad but asked to be transferred to a different one (Good Three is her designation— i think) so if anyone who knows the fic im talking about could you pls help me im begging i dont want to forget about this fic 😭😭😭
This may be the hottest thing I’ve read in a very, very long time!!! THE YEARNING! THE TENSION! THE WRITING! 😩👏🏼 I had to take several pauses because it was getting too much! YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO GO THAT HARD BUT I RESPECT AND APPRECIATE IT NONETHELESS. 😭 Okay, I’m going to lie down now...
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Summary: What better way is there to get to know someone than licking salt off their skin?
Rating: Explicit???
Word count: 6.1k it just happened ya’ll I’m sorry
Warnings: Air Force!Poe, alcohol consumption, dog tags but make them horny, public indecency because we’ve already established that Poe’s an exhibitionist, inappropriate use of salt, these still count as body shots fight me
A/N: I should probably stop posting at 2am huh
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It wasn’t your idea to come to the bar. You had gotten off work later than expected and you couldn’t deny how much you wanted to just fall into bed afterwards, greeting the weekend with an early night in, maybe a good, hot bath if you were feeling ambitious— but then Rosie and Rey had caught you before you could slip out, both insisting that you all deserve a break that involved copious amounts of alcohol.
You held out for about two minutes.
So now you’re here, sitting at a table in a crowded bar with bad lighting and pool tables and a too-small dance floor but it’s comfortable and close to your workplace, so in the grand scheme of things you can’t complain. A second wind had blown into you as you walked in, laughter hanging in the air and you feel lighter than you have maybe all week and suddenly you aren’t wishing for a blanket and a pillow.
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This is so precious!!! 😭 Fics like this are so underrated, and more should definitely be made. Great job! 💕
Hello. Can I just go off-list and prompt you to write what's essentially a session of dry-humping to completion before even making it to bed 👀 because Poe was on a mission and Reader didn't see him for a long time ? (I'm bad 👀 but I love you 😂)
How dare you make me thirsty for my man Poe? Ugh I need it 😤 (18+ pls and thanks!)
»»————- ♡ ————-««
It had been 32 days since Poe had left. 32 days since you'd last gotten to kiss him. 32 days since you'd last been wrapped up in his arms. 32 days since you'd heard his voice.
But now, a long, grueling 32 days later he would finally be coming home. Leia had gotten word to you the night before, as soon as she had received the news from Poe and Finn. While no one technically knew you were dating, everyone knew. Especially Leia...good luck trying to get anything past her.
"Captain," she knocked on your doorway to your office space, a knowing little smile on her face as she watched you working away. Immediately dropping everything, you turned to her with nervous anticipation fluttering through your veins.
"General," you gave her a smile and a slight nod of your head. No matter how long you'd worked with her, or how well you knew her, the powerhouse of a woman managed to make you nervous. It was just something about her...
"I've just received some news that I think you might be interested in," you tried not to appear too eager. Giving her a small smile, you grabbed your data pad and got ready to take notes, "I don't think that's necessary."
"Oh?"
"Commander Dameron will be back tomorrow," there was a mischievous glint in her eyes, "he's expected back in the evening."
"That's..." you tried your best to hide your excitement as your heart fluttered wildly in your chest, "that's great news indeed, General. I'm sure everyone will be ecstatic to have them back."
"Hmmm," she commented, giving you a last little smile, "you have the evening off tomorrow."
"General, I-"
»»————- ♡ ————-««
As soon as you'd finished your lunch, you gone down to the hangar, probably over eager and too obvious, but you were buzzing with excitement. Every fiber of your being was being filled with nervous anticipation.
You didn't normally have any work to do in the hangar, so you found little menial tasks to do, pretending that for some reason your help was needed for once. You weren't fooling a single person. The curious little looks and questions that everyone was hounding you with were evidence enough of that.
Opting for vague answers and trying to remain quiet proved to be your best weapon. You ended up getting so absorbed in helping one of the base’s many droids clean and polish an array of blasters, that you kind of tuned the rest of the world out. You were so wrapped up in conversation with the warm and chatty repurposed Imperial droid that you didn't even notice the commotion that was created when the heroes of the hour returned.
It wasn’t until you felt some a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist. You immediately tensed, ready to fight for your life if you needed to, but the familiar smell that invaded your senses put you at ease before his rich, warm timbre whispered softly in your ear, "hi, sweetheart."
“Poe,” his name escaped your lips before you could even think about it and he was quick to start peppering kisses along your cheek jaw. Normally they were sweet and quick but these....were different. They lingered, they were filled were more hunger and urgency than they normally were. But you quickly snapped back to your senses, “hey, stop, not right here! Everyone can see, you fool!”
“I don’t care,” he insisted, closing his eyes as he savored the feeling of you being back in his arms. He sighed contently as he pressed a final kiss to the crown of your head, “let them see. What are they going to do about it?”
“Everyone already knows,” the droid that you been working, and completely forgotten about in your excitement, looking between the two of you and shook her head, “you aren’t the best secret keepers.”
“See,” Poe’s voice was like thick, warm honey in your ears, “everyone already knows. We don’t have to hide from them.”
“That may be so,” you insisted, turning around to face him. You couldn’t contain the smile that spread across your face at the sight; he looked tired, worn out, but he still wore that goofy grin that you had fallen in love with. You put your hands on either side of his face, savoring how soft his olive skin felt under yours. Unable to stop yourself, you gave his full lips a quick kiss, “but I’d prefer to be with you in private...”
Poe didn't need much more convincing than that. He let go out of you, but not before taking a moment to gently touch your face, and giving you a soft smile. Sure, the base was his home, but it was never truly his home until he was with you.
"Let's go then, sweetheart," he agreed softly, taking your hand and starting to lead you away. He waved at a few people that called his name as he walked by, but for the most part his gaze was focused on you, "maker, I've missed you."
"What? Finn wasn’t as good at keeping you warm at night?" you couldn't help but tease him. He loved his best friend dearly, but no, he definitely didn't hold a candle to you.
"It’s just not the same for some reason,” he joked, “he doesn’t like being the little spoon. It’s such a shame, his skin is almost as soft as yours.”
“Poe Dameron,” you giggled at him, just ignoring the two of them bickering like children. They were almost too much at times, and it often felt like you were their mother, trying to get them to settle their little disagreements, “you be nice to Finn!”
“I am,” he promised, holding up his hands as a gesture of surrender, “but...it’s fun to play around with him...again, not quite as much fun as playing with you...”
“You’re the worst,” you bit the inside of your cheek as he opened the door to his room. When he had left, Poe had insisted that you could stay in his quarters and use his bed. At first you had been reluctant, not because of Poe of course, but because you didn’t want anyone to see you going into his space and thinking that you were either being sneaky, or finding out about you as a couple.
But after the first week apart, you had missed him more than anything, and all of his tshirts that you’d stolen had lost their smell. You’d slept in his bed that night and almost every night after that, wearing his clothes to bed and hugging his pillow. It was never the same, but it was enough for now. Enough to tide you over until your lover was back in the flesh.
“You’ve been in here,” he commented, a big grin stretching across his features as you nodded and he closed the door, making sure it was tightly sealed. It would have been obvious to anyone; you’d tidied up the space and made sure everything was clean for his return, including making sure all of his clothes that you had borrowed were washed and his sheets were fresh.
“I couldn’t help myself,” you admitted, an almost shy tone creeping into your voice, “it wasn’t the same without you...so I came in here. It smelled like you in here, it made me feel better. It made sleeping alone easier.”
He gave you a look, a mixture of intense longing and pure adoration before grabbing your face gently between his hands and crashing his lips onto yours. You were surprised, but it took only a moment to respond before you returned his kiss, snaking your arms his neck as he pinned you again the door. It was urgent and feverish, and after not having seen each other for a month, much needed.
Poe’s hands started to wander under your shirt and slowly pushed it up, his hands warm on your skin, causing you to feel like you were burning up. You parted from him for just a moment to let him pull of your shirt and undergarments, the metal of the wall a cool contrast to the fire that was burning deep within you.
“Poe,” you murmured against his lips as his large hands found your breasts and he started kissing along your jaw and neck. Normally you’d chastise him for being so rough and careless, not wanting any left over marks littering your skin. But you were so beyond caring at this point, you wanted him, and you wanted the world to know you were his.
He practically moaned against your skin as your hands moved to his waist and you pulled him close, his hips against yours. You could feel how hard his already was, his erection straining against his pants. He pulled back from you and quickly stripped off his own shirt, only his prized necklace remained as he held you against him, his lips finding solace against your own. You wrapped your hands up his dark curls, relishing in the feel of his bare chest against yours.
He slowed and kissed you lips a few more times, closing his eyes as rested his forehead against yours, “maker, I’ve missed you. I love you.”
“I love you too,” you couldn’t help yourself, but you jumped into his arms, surprising him ever so slightly, and he staggered back a few steps, until he almost tripped over the bed. You both broke into a fit of giggles as he sank to the floor, his legs like jelly. He didn’t even bother to try and get up again, way too lost in your touch, in your kisses - you.
You pushed him back so he was lying on the floor and straddled his waist, sighing contently as you studied his skin. You fingers traced soft, endless shapes all over his tan skins, lending a few extra, gentle touches to the small scars that littered his chest. Spying a new one near his shoulder, you let your fingers linger on it before leaning down and placing a light kiss to it.
“It’s new,” you said said as you laid flush against him, his arms immediately coming to hold you like a vice grip, “Poe...”
“I know, honey,” he reached up and put a few fingers under your chin, turning your face towards him, “I’ll be more careful.”
“You’re reckless,” you placed a few kisses on his skin, pausing to nip at the juncture of neck and shoulder, earning a low moans from him. You couldn’t help yourself as you subconsciously ground against him, the familiar warmth lightly pooling in your belly. You had missed him in so many ways, and not having him touch you for a month was starting to do you in. You, naturally, had attempted to alleviate your own desires, but it was never the same without Poe.
“I know,” his voice was low and deep in his throat as he felt you fully against his body, “but that’s why you love me.”
“One of the many reasons,” you became breathless as he bucked his hips ever so slightly to meet yours. Normally you stop, taking the time to do this properly, taking the time to savor every bit of him but right now....you just needed to feel him against, you were desperate for release. His hands found purchase on your hips as he silently encouraged you to grind against him, “kriff. I’ve missed you. Missed this.”
“I know,” he agreed, his voice choked and stunted as he did his best to hold on as he watched you grind against him, “honey.”
“Shh,” you murmured against his lips. You were more like desperate, hungry teenagers, but at this point, you just didn’t care. Poe knew what you were alluding to as his hands ghosting over your back, holding you, trying to remember every bit of your skin. It was a mess of teeth and tongue, uncoordinated, sloppy, but filled with passionate desire.
If someone had told you that you’d spend this evening on the floor, dry humping your boyfriend that you hadn’t seen in a month, you would have laughed. Surely you’d never be that desperate...but here you were. Frantically grinding against Poe, trying to reach your high.
“Poe,” you whined into his mouth as you felt your vision getting fuzzier and that familiar coil starting in the bottom of your belly. It had been minimal effort, but you were so close already, and if you weren’t wearing pants or panties, he would have seen just how wet you were, “’m not gonna last.”
“I know,” it was a faint, hoarse whisper as he massaged your breasts, alternating between using his hands and his mouth. With a particularly enthusiastic rock of your hips, you felt his cock start to twitch, and you knew he was just as close as you were.
“Are you gonna cum for me?” you teased as his hips your and you faced him. His smile was lazy and his eyes have closed as he nodded, beyond caring how silly this seemed. He was just glad, beyond happy to be back home and safe in your arms.
“Maker,” he sighed softly as you allowed yourself to come completely undone, finding that high you’d craved, burying your face in his chest as you rode your high, mewling and whimpering against him. His name spilled off your lips so delicately, so quietly, like a prayer only meant for him.
It was enough to get him exactly what he needed and he peppered kisses into your hair as he too reached his high. You stayed like that for some time, catching your breath, feeling him underneath you, and holding him. You never understood how it was possible to be so in love with someone, but here you were; absolutely enamored with one Poe Dameron.
He held you close, keeping you against his chest as he closed his eyes, whispering tons of sweet little nothings into your ear. You both ended up falling asleep like that, nothing bothering to get up and get into bed; not until Poe woke up much later and gently picked you up and laid you to rest in his large bed. If it had been up to you, you would have stayed like that forever.
You’d stirred from your slumber as he placed under the covers, but pretended to be asleep, letting him tuck you in and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“I know you’re awake,” he teased as you smiled but burrowed your face underneath the blankets. He laughed warmly before heading to the fresher, giving you one last look, “I still love you though.”
“I know,” you whispered out from beneath your cocoon of warmth, “I love you too, Fly Boy. Now hurry up so you can come to bed.”
This is the cutest! 😭 Love how Poe was kind of a dumbass (lmao), but at least he eventually made it up to her. Great job! ☺️
I dare ya (Poe Dameron x reader fluff)
What is this? #8 of 14 prompt requests for my now semi-distant 500 follower celebration (sorry that they’re taking me an age to complete)!
Prompt / summary: “You dared me to!” + “I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” + fluff + regular!Poe.
One fateful night, Poe dares you to kiss him, but he never expected you to actually do it!
Author’s note: I wasn’t super imaginative with this one (not through lack of trying). Hope you like it though! Finn and Rey make a rare appearance too!
Word count: Just over 2k Warnings: casual alcohol consumption; too many POV shifts; typos, probably. GIF credit: @starwarsfilms
Poe’s eyes are closed, his eyelashes splaying out like soft fans, his full lips puckered, and his strong jaw angled towards you. He’s awash with the glow of the soft firelight, the dancing flames picking out the contours of his artful, gorgeous face. It’s a delicious sight, and it makes you forget yourself. You forget where you are. Forget that you probably shouldn’t kiss him. And so, you can’t help but oblige him and move in for the kill.
“Woah! What the kriff!” Poe exclaims as your hot lips brush tentatively against his, apparently, much to the shock of him and all of your friends, judging by the audible ripple of surprise which spreads around the circle.
You recoil as soon as you have any hint that your affections may not be wanted, a hot flush of embarrassment creeping up your neck. “You dared me to!” You exclaim, defensively. Suddenly, he has you wondering if you are more tipsy than you’d realised. Why else would you be so daft as to oblige him and lean in like that, in front of everyone?
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