#Poe Dameron Drabble

[eyelessfaces]

okay, being mad at poe for pulling crazy stunts and getting hurt blablabla but have you tried considering it the other way around??

drabble under the cut

“What was that? Seriously,” your feet just reached the ground, the force of your faint jump recoiling to your knees and reminding you that you should try to go easy on them for a while. You turn to Poe at the sound of his voice, his brows furrowed and his jaw tense from all the stress you brought him in such a short time.

You hate to upset him, you hate just the mere idea that you could disappoint him.

He takes a step towards you. “Look I’m sorry,” you start, ready to defend yourself for your actions and for the reasons you took the decisions you took on this mission; if this happened to not be sufficient, you could always throw at his face that he’s usually the one to act so reckless all the time, and hopefully this conversation could be over with. You weren’t exactly in the mood to argue with him, not when your ribs were hurting so much, not when you could feel your nose could start bleeding again at any moment, without prior notice.

He stares at your face with that look you hate, the professional one, the one that dismisses what you have when it’s not all about the Resistance.

The rooted feeling of utter frustration in his eyes, something that doesn’t even require him to speak to let you know you’ve upset him, disappointed him by pulling the same dodgy stunts he often pulls on his own General. 

But it’s not the same here; it’s not the same because there’s another layer of trust between you, something you assume to have broken now. 

His mouth gapes slightly, like he’s speechless, and when you eventually expect him to snap at you, he just releases a breath even he doesn’t realize he had been holding, and pulls you near to hug you tight. Your state of confusion washes away as quickly as it appeared, your forehead pressing against his chest. His arms wrap painfully against your ribs, but you’re not sure you want him to let go. Not when you nearly danced with death. The familiar press of him, the warmth of his embrace, it all reminds you what you’re fighting for. 

When you look back at him, his hands frame your face, his thumb underlining the fresh, slightly swollen cut over your cheekbone. 

“Close call huh?” his voice has a teasing edge, but his gaze is soft, worried. His eyes flicker over your face, taking in the dirt, the grime, the gashes and blood there. He gathers you into his embrace again, your arm wrapping around his neck, holding him close.

“I’m sorry, Poe” you apologize in a mumble to his ear, your voice weak, filled with regret. He feels it deep inside him. Holding grudges is useless when so much worse could have happened, when he could have lost you. 

“That was impressive, actually.” he huffs out, the optimistic side of him allowing him to see the good in every situation. “But don’t do that ever again. Promise me” he demands, clutching you firmly. His hand sprawls over the small of your back, rubbing up and down your spine, relishing in the fact that despite everything, you’re here, standing right in front of him, still breathing, heart still beating.

His head buries against your shoulder as his eyes clench tight, as he breathes you in. 

He knows you can’t promise you’ll always come back, neither of you can, but getting to hold you here, it’s enough for now.

[castiwls]

cardigan - p.d

Paring; poe x reader

Prompt; 'and when I felt like I was an old cardigan, under someone's bed. you put me on and said I was your favourite'

Requested; anon (sm1 requested this but I lost the ask and I can’t remember the user :( )

Notes; reqs and inbox are open !

Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist

Another sniffle left your lips as you wiped at your eyes. Poe sighed reaching for another tissue before pressing it into your hands. A frown pulled at his lips as he sat back, his hand fisting the bed cover.

He was going to kill Jacen the next time he saw him, or at least get BB to trip him up a few times. That was less risky. He watched you for a moment longer before opening his arms. “Come here.” 

You wiped at your nose again before moving across the bed and into his arms. You rested your head against his chest as he cupped the back of your head, his other hand rubbing your back. 

“Want me to get Bee to go zap him.” Poe pressed his lips to your head as a small laugh escaped you. A small sigh escaped you as you shook your head “No. It’s fine.” 

Poe hummed drawing small shapes on your back. “Well. When a toolbox falls on his foot, it’s not my fault.” A small grin pulled at his lips as he felt you pull back slightly.

You rubbed your eyes a small frown growing on your face as you realised how much of a mess you must look. Poe pushed your hair off your face before cupping your cheek. “He didn’t deserve you, sweetheart.” 

“Poe.” You murmured leaning into his hand slightly. “You don’t have to-”

He clicked his tongue cutting you off. “I’m not just saying it, It's true.” He pursed his lips for a moment. “You were too good for him.” He smiled.

You felt your breath hitch slightly at his words as his thumb rubbed at your cheek. “You're gonna be okay.” He whispered before pulling you back into his chest. 

“I know.” You mumbled pushing your face into the crook of his neck. Your body relaxed into his hold as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head. 

You’d never tell him but you knew Poe had been part of the reason Jacen had broken up with you. It had been obvious from the start that neither had liked each other but you’d been too caught up in your own feelings to notice.

Yet Jacen had seemingly only grown more jealous over the last few months, which had resulted in him turning up at your room today telling you that your relationship was done. Part of you had seen it coming, but that didn’t mean it hurt anyless.

“Can you stay? I really don’t wanna be alone.” Pulling back you placed a hand on his shoulder. Poe’s eyes softened as he nodded. “Of course.” He smiled brushing a hand up your arm. “I’ll stay as long as you need.

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED

pairing: poe dameron x female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

word count: 1077

summary:

General Organa needed more skilled fighter pilots, and there was no one more skilled than Poe Dameron, former spice runner and current New Republic commander. With the General’s messages going unanswered, you’ve been sent in to engage Dameron. All you had to do was convince him to return with you to the Resistance base.

author’s note: posting this as a sign of life, as it’s the only thing i’ve managed to finish over the last month 💀 i’m still working on my many joel, din, and frankie ideas. i’m just slow - hope you can forgive me.

tags/warnings: explicit sexual content (18+ minors do not interact), able bodied reader, no physical descriptions for reader, no use of y/n, oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, praise, pet names, uh kidnapping?

It was supposed to be a simple mission.

General Organa needed more skilled fighter pilots, and there was no one more skilled than Poe Dameron, former spice runner and current New Republic commander. With the General’s messages going unanswered, you’ve been sent in to engage Dameron. All you had to do was convince him to return with you to the Resistance base.

Where it got complicated was somewhere around drink two, when Poe slid his arm around your waist and your heart skipped a beat as you met his dark gaze. His full lips tilted up in a smile that said he knew exactly what you were thinking and you were long gone, mission temporarily forgotten as he leaned in close and pressed a trail of kisses across your neck.

Now you’re on your back in a cramped bunk, fingers tangled in Poe’s curly hair as he devours you like a starving man, tongue lavishing your clit with agonizing determination. A thick finger presses to your entrance, sliding in with little resistance as your back arches from the bed.

“Maker, you’re a mess,” Poe murmurs on a breath, head raised to watch you as he works a second finger into you, pressing deep and curling them against your front wall as he withdraws. His tan skin is shiny with your arousal and his hair is a mess and you want to say something back about how he’s not looking too put together right now himself but you can’t, not with the way his skilled hands are driving you to the brink.

A few swipes of his thumb across your clit is all it takes to make you shatter, the walls of your cunt squeeze his fingers as you come and come and come. Poe’s hand withdraws slowly and he presses your thighs apart, watching as you pulse around nothing and you whine at the loss.

“Shhh, sweetheart,” he says, sitting up and working the belt of his flight pants loose. “Not finished yet.”

Poe shoves his pants down his thighs, only enough to expose his cock. He leans forward, elbows pressed into the mattress beside your head as he slides his length against your slick heat, brushing over your sensitive clit with each movement. His mouth finds yours and he kisses you deeply, his spicy scent and the earthy taste of your own release invading your senses as he does. The head of his cock catches against your entrance and he presses forward the slightest bit before pulling back again.

“Quit teasing,” you command, but your voice vibrates with need. He does it again, a little deeper this time, and again, a little deeper still.

“You can just say you want my cock,” he says, self-assured tone punctuated with a smirk. “Come on, say it.”

You stare up at him defiantly as he inches his hips forward, slowly, slowly, slowly. Your clenched jaw loosens, mouth dropping open on a gasp as he drags across a sensitive spot inside of you, and he stops, holding himself still inside of you. Despite all his arrogance, you can still see the way he’s fraying at the edges. It’s in the sheen of sweat on his brow, the way the muscles in his neck have gone taut, the crack of joints as his hands clench into tight fists on the bed.

“Fuck me, Poe,” you finally say.

And fuck you he does.

He sits up on his knees, your ass perched on his thighs and his hands holding tight to your hips as he slams deep, punching the air from your lungs. His pace is brutal, powerful, singular determination etched into his features as he uses your body for his own pleasure now.

Hi hands leave your hips to lean over you once more, one hand on the mattress by your head and the other pressing one of your legs up and to the side, opening you wide. His hips slow from a piston to a smooth wave, each deep slide of him making you moan his name.

“That’s it,” he groans, “Who’s making you feel this good, sweetheart, huh?”

“You, Poe,” you reply.

“That’s right.” He drops to his elbows again, pressed close against your body, thrusts morphing into a grind that keeps you full. He sinks his teeth into the side of your neck, soothes the ache with a kiss, and whispers how good you feel into your ear until you’re shaking, quietly begging for him to make you come again.

His hand slides between your bodies, fingers rubbing sloppy circles through the slick gathered on your skin. Another nip of his teeth sends you over the edge and he moans, deep and guttural against your neck as he fills you with a new warmth, cock pulsing as the waves of your own orgasm drag one from him.

You’re both panting, gasping for breath as you come down from your twin highs. Poe pulls out and turns over to land on the sliver of bed available between your body and the wall. He kicks his pants off into a pile at the foot of the bed and wraps an arm around your middle, pulling your body against his.

“Stay,” he mumbles against your neck, a kiss pressed behind your ear. You don’t respond, you don’t have to. He’s asleep within seconds, gentle snores filling the small bunk space.

When you’re certain he’s out cold, you slide out from beneath his arm and dress yourself. You try not to think too hard about how you’d like to crawl back into bed with him, not while you’re digging your comm unit from your pants.

Ready for extraction.

When Poe wakes up, the first thing he notices is that you’re not there.

The second thing he notices is that he’s not even in his own bunk.

He sits up, panic coursing through his veins. Where is he? Where are you? Are you alright? Is he—

“Commander Dameron,” your familiar voice says through a speaker. Poe looks up, finds you watching him from the other side of a transparisteel window. “You’re safe. You’re currently on a Resistance base in an undisclosed location.”

“How did—“

“You’re a very heavy sleeper, Commander. You should probably have a medic droid look into that for you,” you say, cutting off his question. “You’ve been brought here to speak with General Organa.”

Poe smirks. “Do they know how exactly you got me here, sweetheart?”

“It’s Captain, actually.”

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[freelancearsonist]

Hi Clarke could I have "if you called just to get off I'm hanging up." With my wonderful flyboy Poe Dameron please.

absolutely! i hope you enjoy 💕

warnings: afab!reader, long distance relationship, pinning galore, maybe a little angst if you squint, basically just straight up smutty and sexy poe

It’s hard to make a relationship like this work, because Poe is only home a couple days a week and even then he’s hard at work trying to get the galaxy back on its feet in the wake of the Empire.

You don’t blame him at all—you think the work he does is incredible, and there isn’t anyone else better for the job.

But it’s hard. Especially on days like today, when all you want is to curl up in his arms, to feel his warmth and reassurance. You can’t, because he’s on the other side of the galaxy helping people who need it. It makes you feel guilty, wanting so much of his attention when there are so many people who need him more.

You can’t help taking pride in the fact that you’re the one he comes home to, though. You’re the one he calls every night just to hear the sound of your voice.

He rings your commlink right on time, just as you’re getting ready for bed. For some reason, you make an effort to fluff your hair and arrange yourself on the bed in the most alluring fashion possible before answering.

He’s certainly a vision when his hologram pops up out of the small receiver. Hair ruffled, collar open to show just a peek of the shiny metal chain resting against his chest. There’s a slight red flush to the bronze of his skin, a familiar sign that he’s just settling down for the night.

“Poe,” you greet him with a smile. “How was your day?”

“Lot better now that I get to see you, sweetheart.” His tone is slightly deeper than usual—you watch with rapt attention as he sets his commlink on his desk and leans back in his chair. His eyes are dark, and you can see clearly the way they trail slowly down and back up your figure.

“What’re you looking at?” You ask with a laugh in your tone. It’s been so long since you felt his hands on your body, his lips on yours. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss it. You’d also be lying if you said you weren’t basking in the way he was practically devouring you with his eyes.

“Just taking in my beautiful, sexy partner,” he says with a salacious grin. “You look so good, baby.”

His hands move down to his thighs, unconsciously tracing up and down in the way you normally would touch him at this point, and you’re suddenly aware of what this is going to become.

“If you called just to get off I'm hanging up,” you tell him, but there’s no menace in your voice. It’s completely teasing, and it brings a smile to his face.

“You’re right. Where are my manners? How was your day, honey?”

“It was good,” you tell him, pulling your top off as you speak—and then you smirk. “A lot better now that I get to see you.”

“Oh, now who’s using who?” He teases with nothing but admiration in his voice. You’ve never seen his eyes so dark before as he takes in the swell of your breasts and the way your nipples harden just from his gaze. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

“Wish you were here.” There’s just a hint of whine to your voice that you can’t conceal as your hands trail to tease yourself for his viewing pleasure.

It’s exactly what he needs, though, because a looses a throaty groan and tears his own shirt over his head. “Fuck, honey, I wish I was too. Miss you so much.”

“Miss you too.”

He bites his lip and leans closer, eager to soak in every last little detail of your visage.

“Maker,” he breathes. “So beautiful. Wish I could touch you right now. Feel you, make you feel good.”

“Can I touch myself? Please?” You haven’t felt this needy in ages, and you can’t even bring yourself to feel embarrassed about it.

“Yeah, baby,” he groans as he palms himself over his pants. “Please honey, please show me how you make yourself feel good.”

You don’t waste another second before wiggling out of your bottoms and spreading your legs wide so he can see every movement you make as your fingertips start circling your clit.

He swears lowly as he watches, knuckles going nearly white as he palms himself and tries to keep from losing his head.

It’s hard though, especially as he watches you push a finger into your dripping heat. He moans with you, as if he can feel it himself.

There’s no more waiting, no more restraining. He pushes his pants down rapidly and gives his cock a long, slow stroke, nearly trembling from the relief.

“Oh god,” you moan, trembling as you match the brutal pace he sets on himself.

He lets out a noise that’s close to animalistic as you add another finger to your efforts, trying your best to stretch yourself as much as he would. “Can’t wait to be inside you again. Can’t wait to feel that warm little cunt squeezing my cock, begging me to fill it.”

It’s not long before you’re shaking apart around your fingers, legs trembling to the rhythm of Poe’s moans as he works himself through his own release.

“Fuck.” It’s more of a panted moan than an actual statement, but you know what he’s trying to say.

With a smile, you sit up and pull your commlink closer to get a better look at him. “Come home soon, flyboy.”

[fantasyqueen502]

Sam the Samaritan

Relationship: Poe Dameron x male alien

Rated: PG

Mentions of mental injury

Summery: A small tale of events to how Poe survived and separated from Finn after the TIE fighter crashed on Jakku.

A loud bang startles the pilot awake. Waking up laid out flat in the hot sun throwing from the TIE just behind him hissing and smoking in disarray. Yanking off his jacket fanning out the flames. Hanging up his now smoking article up on the broken panel catching a glimpse inside the craft.

“Finn!” He screams, breaking into a cough from the heat, the smoke, and the sand that clawed his throat. “Fi----” the beaten up ship groans, the entire craft shifting in the soft sand.

Sand hissed as a current washed over his feet piling up to his ankles, to his calf then… his legs were knocked from under him. Taken by the stream of sand. Down the dune braving with his hand clawing at an attempt to stop. Baring his teeth at the burn from the white hot sun baked sand and friction. He drifts sideways, leaning forward tumbling down. Head over heel head over heel. Blue skies orange sand blue skies orange sand. Landing on his back in a heap. The world spins, he swore he saw small stars and BB droids dancing about his head. His vision began to tunnel and succumbed to darkness.

Panting throwing his head left and right brows pulled together in distress as grunts and whimpers left his lips. It’s night now found and taken in by a passerby. Sheltered under a small tent and fire. The passerby, the good Samaritan, catches the sounds Poe made. Setting the stew aside, steps over to the man laying on the cot. Bandages wrapped around his head. He lifts his arms shielding himself from an attack for the shadow that casted over him.

The Samaritan took hold of his flailing arms, eyes snapping open, breathing more easily after a few moments. His eyes unfocused, staring past him. Groaning as he closed his eyes, his head pounding from the heat, the crash, or all of the above.

"I must be dead." He swallows.

"Your mind is trying to heal." The Samaritan coos and hushes the man still. Two hands pinning Poe's arms to his chest, the pilot flinched as another pair of three fingered hands held the sides of his head. "Torn, defiled, you're in a lot of pain." He closes his eyes and swallows thickly.

Leaning forward until their foreheads touched.

"Thank you." He clears his throat taking the bowl of soup. "For taking care of me. The food, and my mind." he chuckles. It has been a few days. The X-wing pilot was now able to sit up and feed himself. "I would be as good as dead if it wasn't for you. What was that thing you did?”

“Mind linking. My kind's way of 'levating pain. Shared pain.”

"So you felt it." He whispers now realizing his eyes are beginning to water at the faint fragments of Kylo Ren.

"You're a strong one. I've never seen someone's mind…" he trails off. Moments pass as the two sit in silence to the sounds of the crackling fire. "... you're a very lucky man, Dameron."

"You get to know my name, but I only get to call you The Good Samaritan."

"My title cannot be repeated by your primal lips."

"I take that as a compliment. Try me." He gestures.

A string of chirps and screeches. He chuckles seeing the blank stare on his face.

"I wasn't ready for that one more time, but slower." Poe assures.

"You're not eating the sounds, stop chewing on them." Sam instructs.

"That is how “My Kind Talk.” We speak and eat through the same hole." the pilot informs matter of fact. He doesn’t flinch when Sam leans forward eye level with his lips. Sam couldn’t help himself. Squeezing his cheeks, lifting his lips, tracing his teeth. Startling Sam when he attempts to chop his finger that inches too close.

Poe chuckles as Sam gives him a dismissive glare.

"I guess Sam will have to do."

"Sam?"

"Short for Sam-aritan. A good samaritan is someone who helps another in need." He nods and shrugs. "I'm afraid of offending someone with my butchering of your language with my primitive mouth."

"I like your mouth." Sam hums. "When it's not chewing words."

"I think you just told me I talk too much."

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[moonyflesh]

-> Oscar Isaac as Poe Dameron in “Star Wars: The Last Jedi” - (2017).

[lieutnt]

Poe Dameron being a sub bottom being on the top of the reader while having sex in cowgirl position? :3

Poe finds you when the celebrations are wearing down, entwining your hands to lead you to the room he’s claimed for himself. It’s the first time you’ve been able to slow down and breathe the past few weeks, the threat of the First Order always looming over your heads. But now with the threat gone Poe pushes you down on the bed, climbing over you to straddle your waist.

He kisses you with desperation, barely moving away as you strip yourself and him bare while swallowing each gasp and moan in between kisses as you stretch him open with slick fingers. When he’s stretched enough he lines up with your cock and sinks down slowly, hands planted on your stomach until he’s flush with your pelvis. 

He moves leisurely, soft moans tumbling from his lips as your hands take hold of his hips, guiding him in a gentle up and down as his walls pulse around you. You doubt either of you will last long, the quick trysts you’d gotten used to leaving an itch in your brain for something longer where you can take your time to draw out pleasure from each other, but the orgasm already beginning to build in your veins will be the first of many.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

❛ do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? ❜ || Poe Dameron ||

A/n: I said I was gonna write for Poe, so here it is.

It was a chance to breath, a chance to relax for once as your head rested against Poe’s shoulder. His hand ran his thumb over the back of your hand. Your eyes closed for a moment though it was Poe’s words that managed to catch you off guard.

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are.”

You blinked then turned your attention to the pilot, his gaze wasn’t on you, it was turned up to the moon, the blinking stars.

“I.” Swallowing, your cheeks get warm, your heart hammering in your chest. “What did you say?”

Poe glanced away from the night sky as he looked at you with that playful smile he always gave you, that smile that made you fall in love with him.

Chuckling, he placed his head against yours as he gave your hand a soft squeeze. “Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?!”

“Poe?” Adverting your gaze you shook your head burying your face into his chest as he wove his arms around your waist kissing your head. “No I don’t think the moon is jealous of me.”

Scoffing, Poe cupped your chin as he then ran his fingers over your lip. “Well I happen to disagree…because my love…you are far more beautiful than the moon, the stars and anything in this Galaxy.”

Cheeks still burning, you face him a soft smile pressing your lips against his for a gentle kiss.

“I love you Poe.”

Retuning the kiss, his thumb glided across your cheek. “I love you too, more than anything.”

Grinning you gave him a teasing smile as you pinched his cheek. “More than the moon and stars?”

“More than the moon and the stars and every planet in this Galaxy.”

[starwarskawaii]

Modern!Poe Headcanons

That absolutely no one asked for.

A/N: sitting in my head for awhile, enjoy

CW: fluff, terrible formatting because this is lazy and self indulgent

Modern!Poe would be...

Guatemalan like Oscar

Flirting in Spanish like his life depends on it

Smooth, sweet, sweeps people off their feet

Probably ex air force

Literally just SUCH a flirt

Think of a cross between Fanon!Jake Lockley and Santiago Garcia

Constantly calling his SO every Spanish pet name there is(if he called me "mi alma" I think it would rewire my brain)

He'd be such a pain when you first meet him

Gradually grows on you. Like ivy. Or mold...

Kisses like he's got something to prove

He is in therapy for the loss of his mom and for everything that happened during his service

He's just like, the perfect boyfriend

[mistpodfics]

Tugboats written by virusq | @virusq

A Star Wars: Sequels/Killjoys Podfic read by mistbornhero for VoiceTeam filling the challenge Be Here Now

Poe offends Lucy. She gets over it.

Podfic Length: 01:36 minutes

[ofstarsandvibranium]

25 for the Valentine’s Day prompts with Poe

25. staying in and having a lazy day because that's what they enjoy most

Prompt List

The first few years of your relationship with Poe, you two would go all out for Valentine's day. Romantic dinners, a day filled with festivities, drinking, and loving each other with all of your hearts.

You still love each other just as much, but the effort to do anything for Valentine's Day just became too much. So these recent years, you two have celebrated Valentine's Day at home.

Valentine's Day was on a weekday this year. Therefore, Poe had to wake up and head to the auto shop and you had to open the cafe.

Dressed for the day, you two head to the kitchen and you're greeted to Beebs in a cupid costume next to heart shaped balloons and a gift bag in his mouth.

You crouch down and coo at the little corgi, "Aaaww! Beebs! Look at you! You're so cute!!"

The corgi wiggles his butt as he approaches you and you take the gift from him. You stand with a smirk and look at Poe, "We said no gifts."

He shrugs, "When do I ever listen?" he leans in and pecks your lips, "Happy Valentine's Day, baby."

You open the gift to reveal a mug with a bunch of corgis dressed as cupid, just like Beebs.

You giggle, "It's so cute!" You kiss him again and set the mug at the kitchen counter beside your collection of corgi mugs (all of which you've gotten since dating Poe).

"Alright. Let's head to work." You kiss Beebs on the head and take Poe's hand, both of you getting into his beat up truck and going to work.

______________________

When you both get home, you both strip from your work clothes and dress in tshirts and sweatpants. Unlike the rest of the world, you two don't go out for the holiday. Instead, you spend the rest of the day lounging around your shared home.

With Beebs beside you, you and Poe become couch potatoes. You lazily lounge, cuddling with each other and catching up on the shows you've gotten behind on.

Poe's hand rubs up and down your arm in a comforting rhythm, matching the beat of his heart that pounds against your ear. Your head resting on his chest brings him peace and warmth.

You don't care much for celebrating Valentine's all big and grand like before. At the core, this is how you and Poe have always been. So relaxed, comforting, and loving to each other. This is both what you love most, enjoying each other in this way.

You look up at Poe and he smiles at you, "Hm?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, baby," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss your lips, "Happy Valentine's Day."

"Happy Valentine's Day," you reply and snuggle back into Poe.

[eyelessfaces]

I'd like to request for Poevember: sliding hands under their clothes ❤

Poe's eyes flutter half open, stirring awake when he hears faint footsteps in the room. Right before he can speak, you're already murmuring an apology, your voice low and rough from exhaustion, the shadow of your figure moving through your dark shared room.

“Don’t worry,” he mumbles sleepily, extending a hand toward you. “Come here”

You don't hesitate, your body on autopilot as the bed dips under your weight when you move closer, draping yourself over Poe in a quiet sigh. He presses his face into the crook of your neck when he cups the back of your head, his breath warm, the prickle of the stubble gently chafing against your skin.

His hand finds its way to your back, moving in slow, gentle back and forth movements, and without thinking, his fingers slip beneath the hem of your shirt, rubbing over your bare skin, his hands somehow always warm, no matter the situation.

“How was your mission?” he asks in a drowsy mumble.

“Boring. Not a lot of action, just observing. You would have hated it” He huffs out a small laugh, his hand worming its way higher up your back. “Still got me exhausted though”

You lift yourself up slightly, enough to be able to take a glance at him. He’s all disheveled, his face heavy with sleep. “Sorry for waking you up. I know you gotta wake up early tomorrow”

He gives you a tired smile. “That’s fine. I’m happy I could catch you before I leave” he pulls your face close to his, his lips gently brushing against your forehead. “I’m gonna miss you.”

His eyes close when you gently brush his hair back, his arms wrapping around your waist. “I’m gonna miss you too.”

He hums softly, the sound vibrating against your neck when he buries his face here.

You lay in a comfortable silence, Poe’s hands still running idly against your back.

He feels you slowly begin to relax over him, your muscles easing under your touch, your breath growing ticker, until you give up on consciousness and slide into something much more comfortable here with him.

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@whatthefishh @dameronshandholder @campingwiththecharmings @mintgreen24 @spider-starry 

@jakecockley @cocodiem @spxctorsslxt @friedwings @luxisluxurious 

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[castiwls]

so high school - p.d

Paring; poe x reader

Prompt;'you know how to ball, i know Aristotle

Requested; anon

Notes;this song screams poe dameron omg

Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist

The sound of music pulsed through the small bar. The small room was packed tight full of any and everyone who had their weekend free from the war, all happily conversing over the music.

A hand landed on your thigh causing you to look over at the man beside you. Poe grinned pushing another drink your way before taking a sip of his own. “Relax.” He nodded at the drink. “It’s your day off, enjoy!” 

Looking down to the drink you inspected it for a moment before taking a small sip. The alcohol burned slightly as you took another drink. It had been so long since you’d even as much smelled alcohol that you felt the effect almost immediately. 

The burn lingered in your throat for a moment before subsiding, allowing you to take another drink. Poe’s arm came to rest around your shoulder as he tucked you into his side. He continued his conversation with another pilot sparing you a quick glance.

Soon enough your drink was empty and you were beginning to feel considerably more relaxed as you rested against his side. “Come on. I wanna show you something.” Poe’s arm slipped from your shoulder as he grabbed your hand.

You waved a quick goodbye to the people at the table before he began guiding you towards the door. You stumbled slightly feeling the room tilt as you drew closer to the door. The night air was cool as you stepped outside into the small clearing.

“Where are we going?” You looked up slowly tracing his face with your eyes. You couldn’t help but think that Poe was maybe one of the most attractive people you had met. It was no surprise he’d quickly begun the poster boy for the Resistance with his dark hair and charming smile.

“You’ll see.” He teased squeezing your hand slightly. Before joining the Resistance you’d done a small stint in the New Republic’s senate. Leia had almost immediately taken a liking to you and had taken you under her wing, something which had ended with you following her to the resistance a few years later.

You’d quickly begun working with her in command and had found that you not only enjoyed the thrill of war but also the more diplomatic side. She’d quickly pushed you into any and all negotiations between the Resistance and other planets and that had been how you’d first crossed paths with Poe Dameron.

It hadn’t taken long for him to steal your heart and for you to steal his. 

“Okay, close your eyes.” He paused turning to face you. You tilted your head rasing an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because it’s a surprise.” 

“I don’t like surprises, you know that.” You crossed your arms over your chest as he rolled his eyes waving a hand at you. “Yeah well you're gonna like this one, I promise.” You stared at him for a moment before letting out a breath and closing your eyes.

Poe grinned before reaching for your hand. “Keep ahold of my hand alright.”

Before you could respond he began walking again, slower this time as you followed him blindly. As you waked you raked your mind for anything this surprise could be.

“Okay. Open your eyes.” His voice was behind you now. Slowly you opened your eyes. Taking in your surroundings a small gasp left your lips. “How did you find this place?” You turned your head to face him, your eyes wide in wonder.

He smiled down at you, his eyes full of adoration as he wrapped an arm around your waist pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

“I was doing a flyover a few days ago and noticed it.” He rested his head on top of yours. The area around you was like nothing you’d seen before. A small stream ran through the area as small firefly bugs quietly buzzed, creating small specs of light. The grass seemed greener somehow and was covered in all types of flowers. 

“It’s beautiful,” You said quietly watching the small bugs as they flew around. 

Poe’s grin only grew wider as you continued to take in the area. Moments like this made all the stress of war seem slightly more worth it. He’d finally found the girl of his dreams and he’d been on cloud nine ever since. 

Seeing you so relaxed as you stood in his arms left him feeling content for the first time in a while. Turning in his arms you pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Thank you.” 

He smiled before leaning down and connecting your lips again.

[nonhumanhottie]

And, lover, be good to me

Finnpoe one shot. 700 words. Kisses and fluff. AO3 link ~~~ Poe is up late and Finn needs to wrangle him to bed

There’s always work to do, and Poe doesn’t know how to do things in moderation.

It’s well into the night cycle, and the command centre is near-empty. Poe is at a terminal, reading reconnaissance reports on First Order-controlled systems in the Outer Rim. Despite the crushed leadership, the remaining officers hold on tight. Poe pours over the data, examining strategies to free these systems (and then also prevent them from falling into the hands of Outer Rim crime syndicates).

It’s never-ending. Poe’s eyes burn and he stops every few minutes to roughly rub his face. He could delegate this role to someone else; he trusts the command team. But if he wasn’t working on this, he’d be throwing himself into something else. He can’t sleep. There are ghosts in his room and echoes in the hallways. Victory was a fleeting sensation, and the adrenaline has long since worn off.

He keeps reading, bouncing one leg to keep himself awake. He considers stims, but that’s a habit he was proud to break; he can’t get caught up in that again.

Someone approaches the terminal. Poe’s stomach curls. At this hour, it must be someone presenting bad news. It’s always bad news.

He turns and Finn is standing there, holding a mug. ‘Oh, man, it’s worse than I thought,’ he says. ‘You look terrible.’

Poe wants to laugh, but it catches in his throat. He coughs. ‘I’m fine.’ He rubs his face again. ‘I mean, I’m not. But, you know.’

‘I have caf,’ Finn says, offering the mug. ‘I still don’t know how you like it, and unsweetened, too.’

Poe waves his hand vaguely. ‘Yeah, thanks, uh, just put it on the desk.’

Finn does so. ‘The caf is only for if I fail to convince you to go to bed.’

‘How’re you gonna do that?’ Poe asks, swallowing a yawn. He can’t prove Finn’s point for him.

‘For starters, sleep is important. Especially for a pilot.’

Poe snorts and returns to the screen. ‘You kidding? I’d kill to be in my ship right now.’

‘No one is stopping you.’

‘I’m stopping me.’ Poe holds up his hand. ‘Which isn’t a good reason, I know. Sleeping comes hard, though. I just. I just gotta keep going.’

‘I thought the point of making me your co-general was so you didn’t have to do this alone.’

Poe’s head jerks up. Finn isn’t upset; in fact, he’s smiling, patient and knowing. Still, Poe cringes and drags his hands down his cheeks. ‘I’m not. I wasn’t trying to—’

Finn leans down and kisses him. It’s very abrupt and more forward than Poe expected. It’s a little awkward but warm and comforting. Poe falls into it, and sighs, weary, wanting. He’s glad Finn initiates kisses now, a sign that the constraint of the First Order had forever washed away. A sign that Finn belongs right here with Poe, with the Resistance.

It’s exhausting work to clean up a galaxy so fractured and Poe doesn’t think he’s going to get a good night’s sleep for a long, long time. But Finn is beside him, his co-general. Finn grew into a leader, selfless and level-headed, the traits Leia was trying to guide out of Poe. Hell, Finn is probably a better leader than him, and he understands moderation.

With some exceptions. When Poe responds to the kiss by opening his mouth and touching Finn’s arm, Finn doubles his efforts. His tongue prods, pushes past Poe’s lips and he cups Poe’s cheeks. The worry melts away, for now, and Poe touches Finn’s waist. He chases Finn’s mouth until they’re both standing, pressed together, panting. For a brief moment, the galaxy is very small and very warm.

They pull apart, but not too far. Finn noses at his cheek, embraces him gently. ‘How do you feel?’

‘Like I just kissed a beautiful guy.’

Finn chuckles quietly. ‘The feeling is mutual, pal.’ He gestures his chin at the desk. ‘You gonna drink the caf I graciously made you?’

‘Unless you’re gonna offer me something better?’

‘Right this way,’ Finn says, nudging Poe’s lower back.

Poe follows, arm around Finn, and allows himself to enjoy this small, warm part of the galaxy.

[athenaderiva]

Stargazing

Poe Dameron x OFC

Word count: 600 ish

Fluff!

Aleta sighed as she removed her belt, tossing it onto her bed. Her blaster tumbled out of it and onto the floor and she groaned, throwing her hands up in the air. She muttered curses to herself as she knelt down to pick it up, completely unaware of the pilot entering her room until he spoke to her.

“You alright, Queenie?” Aleta turned her head to scowl at him as she stood, dropping the blaster on her bed. “Day was that bad, huh?” She sat down, nodding at him and he sat down next to her, his smile that he reserved for her written plain across his face.

“You heard the broadcast, Dameron. If any of my people think that the First Order are telling the truth, they’ll think I betrayed them, that I turned on them.” She paused, looking down at her hands. “I’m just so tired. I wish the war never came to my planet.” His fingers wrapped under her chin and turned her to look at him.

“Come with me. I wanna take you somewhere, get your mind off everything. I’ve got tomorrow off and I checked with the General, you do too.” Aleta raised her eyebrow and he just grinned at her, his eyes glinting.

“What are you up to, Dameron?” She asked, narrowing her eyes. He grabbed her hand and jumped up, dragging her from her room towards the hangar. She reluctantly boarded the waiting speeder and he tossed a bag into her lap.

“Keep hold of that,” he muttered as he began to fly the speeder away from the base. Aleta rolled her eyes but clutched the bag to her chest as the base disappeared from sight.

He stopped by a hot spring in a clearing. “I found this place right before I was sent to rescue you. I’ve wanted to show you it ever since.” He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. Aleta stared at him, never having seen him so… shy before.

“It’s beautiful.” Aleta whispered. Trees coated in dark green leaves on a dusting of snow surrounded the clearing, the moon seemingly directly above them and making the spring glow. She smiled, letting him help her off the speeder before he took the bag from her, pulling out a blanket and laying it on the ground. He sat down and patted next to him. Aleta sat. The blanket was still cold underneath them, the moisture from the ground soaking through in minutes but she didn’t care. She almost felt relaxed for the first time since she joined the Resistance. She laid back, her hair tangling in the leaves and grass and dew. Her eyes were on the stars, but Poe’s gaze was on her as she rambled about each constellation she could see. She paused, turning to face him. “Thank you for bringing me here.” Poe smiled, and Aleta felt like she was seeing him for the first time. The cocky pilot was nowhere to be seen, instead in the moonlight all she could see was a man who cared for others. The silver glint in his eye wasn’t one of mischief but of something warmer, something kinder, something calmer. He raised his hand, his calloused thumb traversing her cheek.

“You’re beautiful.” Poe murmured. Aleta felt her cheeks heat up and he smiled, watching her eyes flutter closed as his thumb moved to her lips, tracing them gently. Before she could open her eyes, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. She sighed against him, letting his kiss sear his mark onto her, and she knew she would never get over him.

[girl-next-door-writes]

Ooh haven’t seen a Poe one in a while! Request submitted!

The world seemed to slow down around him as his lungs burned. It was like he had been punched in the gut, his body forgetting all the basics needed to survive. The edges of his vision darkened, creating an elongated tunnel vision and the only thing in focus was you, standing talking to Rey.

He had thought you were dead; had mourned for you, had regretted all the things left unsaid between the two of you. The number of times he had lay awake, staring at the ceiling and replaying conversations with you in his mind, played out all the different ways it could have gone, had him wondering if you were real or just a figment of his exhausted brain.

He stared at you, unblinking, uncertain, and then your eyes met his and it was as if that eye-contact had jump started him. All the noise around him poured in, pounding in his ears as he blinked slowly. He had thought he had lost you, and now he was being presented with a second chance. War be damned, he was going to make sure he told you all the things, but first... he just wanted to hold you and make sure it was really you.