#ANSWERED. ( poe dameron. )

[eyelessfaces]

canon!poe or hmu!poe with a reader who's... very ill. like flu ill. like concerningly ill, who doesn't want to go to the doctor because they don't wanna hold anyone up or the costs. pls I beg I need a man to take care of me rn (very very ill myself) ilysm 😭🙏

I got you. canon poe

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You almost think you’re hallucinating the presence in the room and the dip in the mattress behind you, until you truly feel a hand settling at the back of your head, gently smoothing along your hair. Poe cringes with guilt when he hears the faint whine escaping you. “Hey,” he gently calls, and you feel the warmth of his hand now moving to rest at your back, just in between your shoulder blades. 

Having to open your eyes seems like the toughest thing you’ve had to do in ages, and the heaviness in your forehead that comes with it feels like a cruel punishment of being alive and not succumbing to sickness.

Your mouth is dry, your lips chapped from having to breathe through your mouth because of your congested nose, so the weak sound that comes out of you to make Poe know you’re conscious almost sounds like a starving, water deprived creature giving its last breath. “I withdrew from today’s mission” he declares, his voice soft, like anything louder might kill you.

His words make you turn to him as fast as your aching body will allow. “Why?” you croak out. “No, you need to–”

He shushes you, shaking his head. “That’s fine” he assures. “Someone needs to look after you”

You try to sit up with difficulty, a gravelly cough shaking your whole body. “I don’t–”

“You look awful, sweetheart” he says, weakly smiling in empathy as you cough some more. 

“Thank you” you groan sarcastically once your body allows you to talk again. Poe shifts to sit closer to you, his hand coming to press against your forehead. His palm feels warm, an obvious contrast to the chill that has settled in your bones since the fever took hold of you, and you lean into his touch despite yourself, the simple gesture offering a glimpse of the comfort and tenderness you desperately crave from him. 

“You’re burning up,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you. His brows are knitted together in concern, his thumb rubbing along your temple before he pulls away. The tenderness in his eyes as he watches your poor state is almost too much to bear, and you’re almost embarrassed he has to see you like this.

“You didn’t have to skip on the mission just because of me” you whisper, your voice hoarse and fragile, your attempt at sounding nonchalant quickly dismantled when the truth bleeds and your voice cracks. You want him here, and that terrifies you more than sickness ever could.

“Of course I did” he murmurs, his voice low as his hand covers your own. “You think I could focus out there knowing you’re like this?”

You open your mouth to argue, to tell him he’s being an idiot, but the words die in your throat when you start to choke on coughs again. Poe is instantly at your side, his hand leaving your own to support your back, the other grabbing the glass of water at your bedside table. 

“Easy,” he says, his voice soft as he helps the glass to your lips. You’re almost sure that the shiver that runs down your spine when his hand rubs up and down your back has nothing to do with the fever. 

When you finally pull back and he sets the glass back at your bedside, you find him watching you intently again, his warm brown eyes gazing at you like you’re the most fragile thing he’s ever seen. It’s overwhelming, the weight of it, the want in his eyes that mirrors your own.

“You need to go to the medbay” he declares with his ‘commander tone’, as you like to call it whenever he suddenly gets a little too serious.

You groan, burying yourself down your bed again. “I’m fine, I just need to sleep it off” you mutter, pulling the covers up to your chin as you turn to the side, away from him. 

“You need medicine, I saw you almost fainting mid briefing, this is serious” he counters, though his voice remains low as to not worsen the unbearable pulsing inside your skull. “You need to get checked up and treated” he declares firmly. You whine in discontentment at the mere idea of having to get out of bed and drag yourself through the base, and Poe calls your name like he’s scolding you. “I’ll drag you here myself if I have to.”

You chuckle. “I’d like to see you try”

“You know I will.”

You sigh deeply, bringing a hand over your eyes. “Poe, please, I don’t wanna argue with you,” you whimper, burying your face into the pillow.

“Then don’t”

He doesn’t say anything else, and neither do you, so the silence stretches until you eventually hear him sigh and feel the mattress dip closer behind you when he shifts closer.

“Look at me” he demands gently, his fingers lightly brushing against your arm as he tries to coax you into reason. He knows how to play this out, he knows you ultimately can’t refuse him anything, you will always give in to him, no matter what, no matter how stubborn you can be. You turn around to face him, your aching limbs acting like this was a monumental effort. Poe’s thumb brushes along your cheekbone, and you lean into his touch without even thinking. “I’ll get someone to come here, okay?” 

You close your eyes in contentment, forcing a small sound from the back of your throat to let him know you’re acquiescing to that option.

“But you should get some rest first” he says quietly. 

You nod weakly, though the moment he tries to pull away, you find yourself holding onto his wrist. “Stay” you whisper, your voice barely audible. “Please”

“Okay” he shifts on the bed so that he’s fully seated beside you now, his back resting against the headboard. 

You hesitate for a second, then slowly, with the little strength you have, you move closer to him, letting your head rest over his lap. For a moment, Poe’s hand just hovers over you, unsure if this is okay, if it’s too much, before he gives in and his fingers start to gently thread through your hair, his other hand resting at your shoulder, his thumb rubbing slow circles through the fabric of your shirt.

For a while, neither of you speak, and the room is only filled by the sound of your uneven breathing and the occasional rustle of fabric when Poe adjusts his position to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible. Every now and then, his fingers drift from your hair to trace along the curve of your neck down to your shoulder before they return to combing through your hair again. 

“You’re stubborn, you know that?” he finally mutters, low enough so it wouldn’t wake you up if you happened to have fallen asleep already. 

You manage a weak smile through the haze of sleepiness that is clouding your mind, lulled by Poe’s gentle touch. “You know… takes one to know one,” you mumble sleepily.

You hear him chuckle, but it all feels distant the more you relax into his touch, the more you feel at ease right where you are. 

For the first time in hours, you feel the tension in your body begin to melt away, and it feels right to be here with him, like this, and you know that the butterflies at the pit of your stomach are not caused by your fever.

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[zodiacfuchs]

[female-hysterics]

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

😩��

Poe is the king of eating you out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ivystoryweaver]

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

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

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

And he's happy to.

He smiles a lot; he’s kind and encouraging

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So he learns to be comfortable with silence.

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

Hushed moments with you are something he comes to cherish

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

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

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

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

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[nowritingonthewall]

I think Poe would be an absolute sucker for a nice back scratch. And I think that he’s an affection fiend. The type of person who basically wants their loved one touching them as much as possible. Maybe you’re laying in bed and he lays in your chest, looking up at you imploringly, and you can tell what he wants. He wants you to lift up the back of his shirt and scratch his back, as you both drift off to sleep, little sighs of joy coming through his sleepy smile, as you make him feel good.

Poe doesn’t only crave affection, he absolutely melts at the smallest of touches that he receives from you 🥺

We all know how much love and warmth and care he provides for his friends and loved ones every single day. Giving the most wonderful hugs in the whole damn universe (and probably beyond), always knowing exactly when someone might need one.

And he never ever asks for anything in return 🥺 So when you start to show him all of those little signs of affection without him having to ask for it? He is a goner. A heartfelt hug as soon as you see his shoulders sag? A little kiss to his forehead to smooth over those worry lines? Massaging his shoulders which are so tense from carrying the weight of the galaxy for way too long? Offering your lap to lay down his head for a little while as you play with his hair until his worries seem to fade away? He knows that he could ask you anytime and for anything and you would be more than happy to be there for him. But he never has to. Because you know. Somehow you always do.

So of course you know exactly what to do when he looks at you with those big and warm baby ewok eyes. As you can feel him melting into you and relaxing under you gentle caress, you can’t help but smile at his happy little sighs. Burying your face into his curls, you whisper a tender little “I love you!” and just before he drifts into peaceful slumber you can feel him smiling softly “I know!”.

[angel-of-the-moons]

Hiii, how about writing some fluff about Poe teaching reader who’s a new pilot for the resistance some of his tips on flying? The rest is up to you. I’m missing Poe as well :,)))

Baby Wings

Poe Dameron x Reader

TW/CW: Nothing!

A/N: I might consider writing this on my tablet because lord help me, typing these out on a tiny phone screen is not good for my hands! 😩

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You couldn't stop the butterflies from fluttering inside of your belly as Poe Dameron--the Poe Dameron--leaned into your cockpit to point out the controls of your new X-Wing.

You had just been appointed to his squadron as a fledgling pilot. You had originally been a smuggler that the Resistance hired routinely, and apparently, a flight maneuver you performed in a dogfight with a few weequay pirates got Poe's attention.

If you could fly like that in an old hunk of clunk freighter, how would you do in something designed for finer maneuvers, for dogfights?

How good would your skills be against the First Order?

Your senses were currently buzzing as everything Poe invaded the cramped space. The smell of oxidized metal, or smoke and ozone from patching up hull breaches and walls to the base; the smell of sweat and cheap juice he'd downed before spotting you in the hangar and rushing over to offer his "expertise".

He wasn't looking at you, he was practically laying on you, actually; as he supported his weight on the console with one hand and pointing out the dials, buttons, levers and latches you'd need to memorize to control your new fighter.

His face had thin rivulets of sweat trickling down his gloriously almost-olive skin, his dark raven curls falling around his face, clumped with excess sweat. His suit was soaked too, the orange having dark stains from the moisture his body was sweating out thanks to the damned heat of this Force-forsaken planet.

But honestly, you sent a silent prayer to whomever was listening for the heat, because you hoped--like some foolish schoolgirl with a crush on a galaxy-famous athlete--that Poe would get sick of the heat and tear off the top half of his suit to cool his heated skin.

You were so absorbed in staring at him, that you had almost entirely forgot to listen to him. You only realized your brain lapsed when he turned his head to smile that trademark grin of his, wrapping up his last sentence.

"...and then that's the yoke, obviously. Don't need to tell you that. Got it?"

"Wh--oh! Y-yep! Got it, commander..." You cough awkwardly, four fingers fiddling pointlessly with the controls.

"Kay, theeeeen..." He smirked at you from the corner of his eyes as he turned back to your control panel. "...repeat everything I just told you. Y'know... So I know my impeccable lessons stuck."

"I, uh--well, uh. This is the..." You began to blubber out, trying to find something you did know and give a quick, half-assed explanation on what it did.

Poe barked out a hearty belly laugh, "Don't even bother, darlin'... If you were paying attention... You'd know that I squeaked in a line about me being the former Emperor of Kashyyyk. And, as handsome as I am, unfortunately, I feel ike the wookies might have an issue with me wanting to claim the throne. ...If they even got one."

Your face flushed with color and you buried your face into your hands, "Stars, I am so sorry. I-I really was trying to pay attention, I just..."

"Got lost in all this--" He leaned back to gesture to his messy, sweaty form. "--primal, god-like, drop-dead gorgeous attractiveness?"

From the bottom of his ladder, you could hear BB-8 tweet out a response that called Poe out. You swore you could make out "nerf-herder" and "Hutt's armpit" in-between his refuting whistles and beeps.

Poe leaned back on the ladder and frowned at his round companion, "Hey, you little womp-rat! I will have you know a lot of people find me handsome!"

BB-8 once again doubted that claim, your abilities once again picking out few choice words such as; "drunkards", "a blind quarren" and "brain-dead jawa".

You need to laugh at their bickering overpowered your embarrassed, darkened cheeks and you titter and snort at what little you could pick ou.

Poe looked at you with a playful scowl, "What're you giggling about?"

You cover your mouth and point down at BB, who tweeted as he spun in a circle.

Poe looked between you and BB, his jaw going slack as his amber eyes looked to the both of you in disbelief.

He finally looked back at you for a final time, pointing at you.

"You," He pointed down at BB-8. "Can understand him?"

You rub the back of your neck. "W-well sort of... I spent a lot of my childhood working in a droid repair shop, and--"

Poe clapped, whooping happily, "Oh, I knew I liked you! Finally, somebody else who can hear what this little metal butterball is shouting at me! You'd be surprised at how many people don't understand droids!"

He leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "...Sometimes I think they're the lucky ones."

BB-8 twittered and shrieked a response, beeping rapidly in an irritated manner, making Poe laugh once again.

Finally, he leaned into the cockpit once more, winking at you.

"C'mon, darlin'... let's go over this again so the info soaks up into that pretty little brain o' yours. And if you do a good enough job on the pop quiz... maybe we can hit the local cantina!"

[beijingnoodle]

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo and Poe Dameron raised as brothers

[kazoosandfannypacks]

get loved some more, nerd

signed, get-loved-nerd’s apprentice :3

response cancelled. i tried to find a gif from star wars of the "oh great, now there's two of them" line, but these two gifs came up like this in the search bar and i sent myself into hysterics laughing at them

[freelancearsonist]

Sooooo Sinful Sunday... 😈

Poe Dameron figured out a way to fuck in his X-Wing, right? Like, we know it's a tight space, but he's not one to back down from a challenge.

oh absolutely 😈

it starts out completely innocent too, under the pretense of a flight lesson. he shimmies you into his lap so you’re both facing front, your back leaned against his chest as he enjoys your warmth and weight on top of him.

it’s hard to see the controls with you in the way, but he doesn’t need to. flying is as easy as breathing for him, more of an instinct than an actual skill. he explains everything he’s doing as his hands move over the different panels with precision, but you’re too preoccupied by other thoughts to really be paying attention. the skill with which he works makes your breath catch a little bit. makes you wonder if he’s as skilled at touching other things.

he notices when you start backing up on him and pressing against him more firmly—he’s nothing if not observant, especially in cockpit mode.

and there’s that damn cocky smirk of his, proud because the most beautiful person in the galaxy is getting worked up and turned on for him.

and who is he to deny his partner in their time of need?

so he switches to one hand on the controls, placing the other on your hip to guide you as you grind harder, deeper.

it’s all on you to get your pants down, and he makes quick work on his own.

you go into lightspeed as you sink down on poe’s cock, and this gives him the perfect opportunity to let the autopilot take over the ship so he can use both of his hands to pilot your pleasure.

sinful sunday

[eyelessfaces]

every time i remember poe wears his mom's wedding ring on a necklace i go insane again. like omg. i feel like he's really protective of it and wouldn't let just anyone touch it, but when you get close and you're cuddling and your head's resting on his chest and his necklace has kinda slipped free of his shirt and your hand goes to fidget and play with it idly without really thinking about it, it makes him smile. and maybe one day he catches your hand with his and like quietly tries the ring out on your finger

didn't answer this ask right away because it has me crazy

also thinking about the way you would feel his heart beat faster under your head and you wouldn't even know the reason to that is you playing with the ring because you're just mindlessly fiddling with it while to him it's probably the most important and sentimental object and aspect of his life. god. brb crying

I love you anon this gave me the butterflies thank you

(also the sims just released a clothes kit for elders and I wasn't interested until I saw it has a chain with a ring on it. exactly like poe's.)

send me poe headcanons to fuel my inspiration

[lotusbxtch]

The fic I chose: “The Best Ride In The Galaxy”

Why? Because it’s Poe, it rhymes with hoe. I support hoes, especially in orange flight suits and who have exceptionally curly hair.

I want to know more about it. 😀

lmfao it’s Hoe Dameron time 🤣

It’s a Poe Dameron x f!Reader unintentionally-a-series. Established, banter-full relationship. Reader is VERY into Poe’s flight suit and Poe takes advantage (in a consensual way). Part II is a brat-tamer Poe fic that’s VERY spicy.

Both times, Poe is a menace. And I swear this series was created out of thin air and one photo of Oscar Isaac in his Brioni campaign. You can read Part 1 here and part 2 here!

(There is also a part 3/prequel that is floating around in the ether yet to be written, but it’s before these two had an established relationship. I’ve been putting it off because, as I mentioned, Poe is a menace and I almost guarantee that he’s going to haunt my every waking moment from the time I start that fic to the moment I hit “post” 😅 and I’m just not ready to give him the reins yet…)

[female-hysterics]

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

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

Alpha Poe is just 😩👌🔥

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ivystoryweaver]

Congrats on 1k!!!!

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

Happy Poevember!

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

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

You catch him staring

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

He remembers the way you like your caf

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

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

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

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

and his stubble

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

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

If you make a joke, he laughs the loudest

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

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

Makes sure you're a part of his next mission

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

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

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[nowritingonthewall]

I head canon that the Moon Boys love oatmeal. Steven loves it with blueberries, Marc with raisins, and Jakey with chocolate chunks and almond. And they melt if you make it for them. That simple, domestic act of caretaking is enough to warm their heart up all day. Bonus edition, Poe likes his with koyo berries.

Hello Nonnie, I love this idea 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Especially since I often struggle to find the motivation in the evenings to prepare oatmeal for the next day 😂 Preparing it for the boys, though? That’s a completely different story. (And, ngl, I am such a sucker for cute and soft mornings 🥺)

And of course you can smuggle all kinds of healthy toppings in there! (which becomes a bit of a hobby for Jake, because he keeps worrying that Steven doesn’t receive all the nutrients that he might need. He respects the fact that Steven is vegan but he won’t stop worrying. Because it’s Jake.)

Also, I wonder what kind of vegan milk would be Steven’s favourite?

It might be a bit of a challenge to get up before Marc in order to prepare breakfast for him because he is such an early riser. After Steven had a word or two with him, he even tries the still-pretending-to-be-asleep-thingy. He just doesn't quite understand why he should pretend to stay asleep while you take care of him when he is awake anyway and could take care of you? Steven may have to have another word with him there...

Ooooohhhh and the way that Poe’s eyes would light up when you prepare his oatmeal with koyo berries 🥺🥺🥺 The challenge, of course, would be to actually try and add them to his oatmeal before he manages to sneakily steal them all away from you 🥰 (And of course every time he steals a koyo berry from you, he has to give you a cute little kiss to apologize. It’s the rules. The fact that he was the one who made up those rules isn’t suspicious in the slightest, nope, not at all.)

[angel-of-the-moons]

How would Poe react if you sewed something for him? 👉👈 idk what, something nice or something silly. I think he'd appreciate it and I feel like he might be someone who's always giving gifts to ppl and no one thinks to get him anything.

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Poe Dameron x Reader

TW/CW: None! Fluff!

A/N: As someone who sews a lot (sometimes by hand when I need to calm down) this is something I'd totally do askbdlsh

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You cursed as the needle slipped and pricked your finger, bright blood welling up in a tiny pinprick before you squeezed what your boyfriend designated your "blood-sponge".

It was just a spare chunk of fabric you sterilized every time you began sewing, because stabbing yourself with the thin little metal slivers was always inevitable. You had more callouses from hand-stitching and embroidering than you did working on fixing consoles and electronics.

You were an analyst, not just the person who repaired the much-needed tech for the Resistance.

A battle analyst, statistical analyst, a "tech jockey" some called you--but many simply knew you as Poe's "partner in crime" as you oversaw many of his flight missions and dogfights.

You tied off the last stitch and held the fabric up to the light.

Poe's last scarf had gotten torn to tatters in a cantina brawl; so, the next time you were planetside, you hit a local market and scored some nice fabric to knit him a new one. It was a wonderful pass-time for you, especially if you were stressed out. The repetitive motion of seeing and embroidering soothed your mind enough to relax. Once, Poe had even caught you passed out with a half-patched shirt clutched in your hands, your head lolled back on your chair, the angle making you snore loudly.

Poe actually had BB-8 snap a holo of it. He still says it's his favorite holo he has of you--completely relaxed and at peace. (Although the pain in your neck was awful when he picked you up and laid you in his bunk.)

The scarf you had made Poe this time had the Resistance emblem embroidered in bright colors to match his flight suit, as well as a tiny BB-8 next to it.

Just then, the voice of one of the air traffic monitors buzzes through your comm; "Hey, tech jockey. Your boyfriend's squad is back. If you high-tail it now, you'll be able to make it to the hangar before they land."

You grin and jump to your feet, folding the scarf and stuffing it in one of your deep back pockets as you made a mad scamper, scrambling to lace your boots back up to make your way to the hangar.

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"Poe!" You giggle excitedly, shouting across the hangar as the mechanics carefully extract BB-8 from Poe's X-Wing.

Poe turns to you with a grin, spreading his arms wide as you throw yourself into them; his thick limbs wrapping around you in a tight hug, picking you up and spinning you around with a very nice welcome-home kiss. May have had a bit too much tongue on his part, but you were just happy to have him back and be in his arms once more.

BB-8 trills at you as he sets you down nudging your leg affectionately, and you reach down to pat the little mech's cranium. "Awww, hey lil buddy! I missed you too!"

Poe grins again and slips an arm around your waist, his dark eyes glimmering mischievously. "So... How's the best analyst in the Resistance been doing since your handsome boyfriend has been doing suuuuper important scout work, eh?"

You roll your eyes and snort. "The usual, you goof. I've actually had a bit more downtime, lately. General Organa actually smacked me on the head and told me to go and get some rest when I overworked myself."

"Oooh, not surprised there. She's scary when you don't do what she says." He snickers, kissing your cheek again. "Anything else?"

You gasp, remembering your present, and fish it out of your fatigues. Poe tilts his head curiously at you, then, as you pull out the scarf.

"Here! I finished it today!" You chirp proudly.

Poe takes the scarf with his eyebrows raised high, holding it up to examine it. He grins when he spots the little bits of embroidery you did for him; BB-8 beeping happily and bumping into your shins affectionately when he spots his likeness in the fabric.

"Do you like it?"

"Like it?" He says, his brow furrowing and his lips pursing tightly. At his expression, you feel a lump of anxiety well up in your throat.

It is quickly quashed when he grins once more, his eyes lighting up as he slips the scarf over his head and hangs it from his neck, flicking the edge over his shoulder and striking a dramatic pose.

"How's it look? C'mon, tell me. Does it bring out my eyes?" He said, waggling his eyebrows. "I bet I can use it as a disguise!"

You clap your hands and laugh, "Poe... How would that even work?! People can still see your face!"

He pulls up the edge of the scarf and covers up the lower half of his face and nose, but you can still see his lips peek out from the fringe.

"Not if I hold it like this!" He says.

You roll your eyes and shove his shoulder playfully, "You're not funny, Flyboy."

"Heyyy! I'm adorable." He argues humorously, wagging his eyebrows once again. "And handsome, and talented, and--"

BB-8 cuts him off with a dismissive trill, tweeting as his antennae bob.

"You're right." You nod at the little astromech. "He is full of himself, too."

Poe clutched his proverbial pearls, gasping in offense at the two of you.

"Ow! Whose side are you on?!"

[angry-space-ginger]

Hux, this isn’t to make fun of you, it’s genuine curiosity. But… would you play your sax for me at some point? -from Poe, via @spaceboy-dameron

Depends… how would it be in my interest?