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beldroxramscal · 4 years ago

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Me reading this for the third or fourth time???? More likely than you’d think.

It’s just so-

I’m just like pretend fighting because I so wanna be that for that man 😭😭😭

But also like

Flyboy [oneshot]

Rating: Explicit 18+ Pairing: Poe Dameron / Female reader (established relationship) Word count: 7.5k Summary: With a small sigh, your hands move to rest against the waistband of your shorts before you hesitate. You shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t. Not here, where privacy came in the form of a piece of fabric covering the bunk entrances and nothing more. That’s all that was separating you from the members of Black Squadron; a simple curtain. But no matter how many times you try to tell yourself that, your body isn’t listening. It needs this. You need this; those temporary endorphins that you know will relax you and help you to finally find some sleep. Warnings: Explicit, unprotected and descriptive sex. Female masturbation, fingering, teasing, language. A/N: A huge thank you to @mypedrom @the-scandalorian and @uncle-kenobi because without these three, this wouldn't have been written/polished to a gem.

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Quiet was not something one was blessed with when on an assignment. Especially not when cramped inside one of the bunks that were built into the structure of the ship; packed away like sardines in a tin. It didn’t feel as though it was possible to relax, not really. Within a few hours, Black Squadron would be roaring out of the ship’s hangar in formation, so you knew that you needed to get as much rest as you could. But tonight, that didn’t seem to be an option.

Every footstep overhead, every dull beep from within the ship seemed to be so much louder than usual, as if your senses had been kicked up a notch and your hearing was in better form than it had ever been before. You could hear everything. The breathing and snoring from the squadron sleeping in the bunks around you, the rustling of the thin sheet covering your body and most of all, which irritated you more than usual, was the sound of Poe’s stubble in the bunk below you as blunt nails scraped over his chin. It was that dry, bristling sound that would usually have gone unnoticed, something that your attention would never have been drawn to. Not tonight, though. Maker, the smallest of sounds were keeping you awake tonight.

You glare at the bunk above you, as though the metal panel is to blame for your lack of sleep. You’ve tried everything. Every position, counting backwards from different numbers, counting loth-cats jumping over imaginary fences—hell, you’d even started naming all the parts of your damn X-Wing, yet sleep continued to evade you.

Well, maybe you hadn’t tried everything. At least, not yet.

With a small sigh, your hands move to rest against the waistband of your shorts before you hesitate. You shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t. Not here, where privacy came in the form of a piece of fabric covering the bunk entrances and nothing more. That’s all that was separating you from the members of Black Squadron; a simple curtain. But no matter how many times you try to tell yourself that, your body isn’t listening. It needs this. You need this: those temporary endorphins that you know will relax you and help you to finally find some sleep.

The very tips of your fingers slip beneath the waistband of your shorts to allow your nails to drag so lightly against the skin there. Fuck. You shouldn’t. And as you close your eyes, you breathe in slowly through your nose, drinking in the warm air inside of your bunk and allowing it to fill your lungs. There’s a shuffle in the bunk beneath you; Poe changing his sleeping position and then settling again.

Poe. Poe Dameron. The greatest fuck on base (which you knew from many experiences) - so charming and alluring; the man oozed captivating confidence and easily commanded a room with his mere presence. Everyone seemed to have a Poe story to tell, even those who didn’t know him personally. But you had more than most. Poe’s pull was more than just his charismatic personality - It was his captivating looks, too. You saw how people’s attention was drawn to him as he walked down a corridor or stood at the bar in a cantina, you knew the effect those dark eyes had on people and the way he lifted them with only a slight tilt of his head when looking up from his datapad. You knew, because it hit you every single time. It sent tingles right to your core, it sparked a fire inside of you that you were unable to ignore.

Fuck. You really shouldn’t. Not while thinking about Poe. You should wait. You would no doubt be back on base within a few days, where you would easily be able to drag him away and desperately undress each other before being fucked in the best way possible.

You didn’t think it had been more than twelve hours since the last time the leader of the squadron had pinned you down, your face pressed into his pillow until his scent was the only thing you were able to breathe in. He’d fucked you that way for what felt like hours, only allowing you to chase your orgasm before ripping you back from it. Poe had many ways of fucking you - but that was one of your favourites. Then you’d been pulled up, a hand curling around your throat and dragging you back to his chest as the man had sat on his knees; fingers gripping with the right amount of pressure while those thrusts had taken you apart.

You barely even notice the way your teeth find a home against your lower lip now as a finger seeks out your clit. Maker, the first few rubs are bliss while you think back to last night. It’s exactly what you need - the tension already loosening within your body as you sigh quietly down your nose. You know your needs better than anyone, you know exactly how to touch yourself, how much pressure to apply with each circular motion and the speed at which to do it.

But Poe is a pretty close second. His hands know your body the same way they know his X-Wing: intimately, carefully, thoroughly. Stars, they’ve been all over your skin. They’ve grabbed and caressed handfuls of you over the time that you’ve known him and given you more orgasms than you can remember.

The sheets rustle as your legs part, allowing you better access now while your fingers get to work. You can’t take this too fast, you can’t risk making any sound and alerting those around you to what you’re doing right now. But they’re all asleep... They wouldn’t know. And so you release your lip from between your teeth, allowing for a slightly heavier breath to pass though. They wouldn’t hear. Not over the snoring going on around you and the dull mumbles of voices from the floor above. You could get away with this.

It’s suddenly beginning to feel very warm inside of your small bunk as the heat from your body radiates through the limited space. Fuck. Sliding one hand out from underneath your shorts, you drag it upwards and catch the hem of your tank top to pull the fabric up over your stomach and chest. The sensation of the air outside of the sheets meeting your skin is divine and your hand settles against your breast to squeeze slowly. It feels nothing like Poe’s hand, but it will do. Oh, it will do.

Another heavier breath tumbles free now while two fingers catch your nipple between them. This is how he does it. Squeezing firmly and then taking his sweet time in rolling the hardened bud between his fingers. It’s as though an electrical jolt flashes through you and collides so wonderfully with the spark caused by the stimulation to your clit. This is what you need. Oh, fuck. This is what you really need. Wasting no more time, your legs spread a little wider to allow for your hand to reach down and feel how wet you’re getting.

Poe would love this. He would praise your wetness and kneel between your legs, worshiping your taste for as long as you would let him. That man’s tongue could do things that you never thought possible and the way it would glide so effortlessly through your folds - fuck. You bite down against your lip quickly to fight back a soft moan as you press a finger so teasingly slow inside of yourself.

You can already hear the sound it makes as you draw it back and slide it in again, allowing your body to naturally find its own rhythm. Then you add a second. Holy fuck, the sounds. There’s a momentary pause as you hold your breath, listening for any hint that people around you were awake. The snoring continues steadily, the footsteps and muffled voices from the floor above are still there - but nothing else. No other sounds in the sleeping quarters as you lay there, two fingers deep inside of yourself and hips rolling slowly against them now. You were safe to continue.

As much as you would like to draw this out, you know that with every passing second you are only getting closer to being caught by someone. And in a way, that’s more of a turn on than anything. Here you are, in your bunk, fingering yourself to the thought of Poe Dameron while he slept beneath you. Stars, it’s risky and exhilarating. You will tell him all about it at the worst possible moment, just to see those pupils dilate with a desire he wouldn’t be able to act on until he got you alone. You will tease him all day, not letting the image stray too far from his mind until he’ll finally snap and-

“I can hear you.” Every muscle instinctively tightens as you gasp and jump at the sound of that voice, so close to your head on the other side of the curtain. And then it’s being pulled back just enough to reveal the Black Squadron leader; hair tousled from his pillow and eyes dripping with the lust you had been thinking about only moments before.

You’re not ashamed or embarrassed about being caught, not by him. This is Poe. The man gets off on things such as this. His gaze drops, watching the movement of the sheet as you draw your fingers back and thrust them into yourself again while you arch against them.

“Mmm-Poe.” You whisper his name as a smirk settles onto your lips. “I’m so wet for you.” In that moment, the man doesn’t know what to do. He knows what he wants to do, but here, around everyone else? There was always a chance of getting caught and this would go against the rules he had established with you.

Somehow, the advantages outweigh the risks and his hand is already ripping the sheet away from your body so that he can watch. The air in the bunk is suddenly much fresher now; the stale warmth that you had been breathing in finally had an escape once Poe had drawn back the curtain enough to see you. But it’s colder in there now and you really didn’t think it was possible for your nipples to harden any more than they already were. Yet here you are, reacting to the way the air from outside of the bunk caresses your exposed skin.

You notice the subtle way Poe glances over his shoulder and almost holds his breath while listening for any sign that the others were awake. Maker, the angle of his jaw from this view - it was enough to make your mouth water. Your lips knew that jaw well; you’d spent many nights nipping your way along it and kissing at it lazily while enjoying the hazy sedation after an orgasm.

Within seconds, those dark eyes are meeting yours again but this time, Poe reaches over to lay one of his warm palms against your thigh. You’re almost expecting him to join in, to let his fingers tease at your clit while your own work yourself at a rhythm that your body needs. But he doesn’t. His hand smooths inwards over your skin; fingers reaching to graze against your inner thigh while the back of his knuckles brush against yours as you hold yourself so still now that he’s touching you.

“Don’t stop on my account, sweetheart.” He whispers while those fingers continue to caress lazily over your inner thigh.

“You do it better.” You admit in a volume to match his whisper. The smirk on his lips is almost instant. Within a fraction of a second of your words registering, there it is, that Poe ‘I’m a self assured bastard’ kind of smirk.

“I do, do I?” Poe asks, although he needs no affirmation from you. The man is well aware of his desirable, endless list of skills - but he wants to hear you say it.

“Always.” You breathe. Poe likes that. It strokes his ever expanding ego and as a reward for you telling him what he wants to hear, the tip of his finger seeks out your clit to rub slowly against it. This is what you had truly needed; this attention from the man who knew you so well. Your body seems to react instantly to his touch; hips rolling slowly with every movement of his fingers.

Teeth find your lower lip and you clamp down against it in a desperate attempt to stay silent. Fuck, those calloused fingertips drag themselves so slowly through your dripping folds, collecting up the wetness there and spreading it all around. He’s proud of it, knowing you’d been doing this while thinking about him. This is all because of him.

Suddenly, his fingers are gone and your eyes snap open with a protest right on the tip of your tongue. Those words don’t make it out, though. They fall short, being reduced to a simple exhale of breath while you watch Poe sucking his fingers into his mouth to taste you.

You swallow thickly, trying to remember when your mouth became so dry while you watch him; that tongue swirling around his knuckles and slipping between his fingers to catch every last taste of you. The action is accompanied by a small ‘mmm’ of approval before they slide out again; now freeing up his lips to curve into a smirk while he watches you.

Maker, it’s one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen him do - And honestly, you’ve seen this man do a thing or two for your viewing pleasure. In an attempt to bring some sort of temporary relief, you pull your thighs together and squeeze; the pressure acting as only a drop in the ocean of what you need right now.

“That’s only going to make it worse,” Poe’s voice drips like liquid velvet and you have to close your eyes for a moment, trying to distract yourself from the tone that he’s using. Fucking damn it, Dameron. This was supposed to be a quick fingering on your own so that you could get some sleep - Not a build up so intense that you feared you were going to explode and take this whole ship down with you. “Open them up.”

Oh, fuck.

On request, your legs fall open for the man and he reaches down to rub those slick fingers against your entrance now. Poe wastes very little time in teasing you; he presses two into you, replacing your smaller ones with his own that seem to fill you in a way that you can never achieve without him. They move slowly, drawing back and then sliding in while he takes a moment to feel the way you coat his fingers with your arousal, allowing them to move with more ease.

“That’s it, baby.” You praise him with quiet encouragement while your hips move to match his pace, causing his fingers to curl and press up against something so wonderful. It has you quivering beneath him, your body speaking louder than your voice can in this moment. There’s nothing you love more than moaning for this man; but not here, not like this. You won’t be able to look the other members of the squadron in the eye if they were to hear your sounds of pleasure caused by your Commander.

With your eyes still closed, you reach out blindly for him; hips continuing to roll against his fingers while your own catch the stubble on his face. It scrapes against your warm palm as Poe turns his head to brush his lips against the skin on your hand and then the inside of your wrist; any part of you that he can reach from the restriction of still being stood outside of your bunk.

Poe was a very tactile person, it’s one of the many things that you have come to love about him; the way that he always needs to touch you, or how those hands close around your cheeks whenever he kisses you - holding you so tenderly and drawing you into the soft warmth that only you got to truly see. He loves to explore with his hands, touching every inch of you that he can as though storing you to memory. And, now, to remind you of that, his mouth opens enough to nip gently at the edge of your wrist before kissing at a scar that curls around the joint of your thumb.

“Lose the shorts.” Poe murmurs against your skin. “And stay still.” You don’t need to be told twice. Those fingers momentarily pull out of you with the slickest of sounds, allowing you the room that you need to kick your shorts the rest of the way down to the bottom of the bunk before you lay still; eyes finding Poe’s and then watching as they move to sweep their way over your body. There’s a rough sound of approval deep within his throat. “Fucking beautiful.” He admires and then looks away to take a quick glance around the sleeping quarters. Still quiet, still undisturbed. And when he’s satisfied that nobody knows what is going on, he uses the edge of the bunk to pull himself up and roll into yours.

“C’mon, Flyboy.” You giggle and reach to help him as best as you can.

It’s ungraceful and a squeeze; both of you having to cover your mouths to hold your laughter at bay while Poe does his very best to fit himself into what little room is available in there - his leg trapping yours while maneuvering himself but eventually, he settles. With your legs spread, he’s able to fit himself between them; elbows keeping his upper body supported but still close to yours while grinning down at you.

“Shh-they’re going to hear you.” Poe tries to shush you with his finger but it only makes you laugh more, so he moves to plan ‘B’ - removing his finger and kissing you instead. Stars, this is what you want. That mouth against your own; those lips capturing yours for a kiss that only this man is capable of giving. It’s instant as Poe’s lips part while licking slowly into your mouth - the warmth of his tongue sliding against your own. It’s so deliciously slow and deep, his need for you as evident in the kiss as the ache between your legs. You want to feel him filling you up, burying himself into you and holding himself there as he so often does for his own pleasure as well as yours.

“Poe.” You breathe against his lips, torn between asking for what you want and continuing this kiss. His hand reaches to fumble with the curtain to close it, cutting off any view into the bunk while his head dips to lick his way up the curve of your neck to your jaw.

“Are you going to be quiet if I fuck you?” He asks while his breath ghosts over the wet trail he just left behind. You want to answer, truly, you do. But you don’t trust your voice in the moment--not when his free hand is sliding between his chest and yours to grab hold of your breast and squeeze firmly.

“I…” You try, but it’s hopeless. Any words fall short when he dips his head to swirl his tongue around your nipple and then sucks against the sensitive bud in the same way he would often do to your clit and Maker, you’re lost. You cover your mouth while arching against him in what limited space you have; a heat not too dissimilar to Mustafar’s lava flows surges through your body, engulfing you with a desire that you are no longer in control of. Your nipple slips free from Poe’s mouth, granting you a second to breathe - Or so you're hoping. It’s quickly replaced by his teeth; so blunt yet rough in contrast to his tongue while they drag over it. The action sends the heat straight down to your core, igniting the ache for him while you grab at the back of his neck.

“Sto-ohfuck.” You moan out, feeling the fabric of his sweatpants grinding against you. Poe is quick to pull his head back up, now eye-level with you again. Sweet fucking Maker. You’re suddenly very aware of how warm it is in the small bunk and those soft curls as they fall forwards onto the man’s forehead; strands of them sticking to the light sheen of sweat on his skin.

“You want me to stop?” He asks, genuine in his offer despite his own needs. But you’re quick to shake your head; hands moving to the sides of his neck so that your thumbs can brush along his jaw.

“No.” All you need is a moment to compose yourself and remind yourself that there are people right out there, on the other side of that curtain that could hear you. They would hear you being fucked by their Commander… No, that shouldn’t be turning you on as much as it is. Honestly, what is wrong with you?

Using your hold on Poe’s jaw, you pull him in to brush your lips over his lower one. “I’ll be quiet.” You whisper against them. “I won’t let them hear how much I love getting fucked by that big dick of yours.” There’s no stopping the smirk that curls across your lips now when you feel the man’s body physically tense from your words. “But then again… I’m so fucking wet for you, it’s not my moans you have to worry about them h-” You don’t get to finish that sentence because Poe’s mouth is sealing itself over yours again in an attempt to silence you; his own hand moving to grip at your jaw.

“Fucking… Shut up,” He groans into the kiss. It’s barely lips at all when his tongue snakes out to lick into your mouth. “You know the rules.” He then adds, although you’re not sure if he’s saying it to you or himself. “Not while on a mission.”

“Fuck your rules.” You reach down to grab a handful of his shirt, wanting the fabric gone so that you can feel his skin against yours. He obliges and with some maneuvering, you manage to drag it up and off before wrapping your arms around his shoulders again to bring his body closer to yours.

“You’re going to get us into so much fucking trouble…” And still, you both continue. Despite the reality of the situation Poe is attempting to paint for you, he isn’t stopping this and neither are you.

“I’m going to get us into trouble? You’re the one crawling into my bunk to fuck a member of your squadron.” Your words have Poe pausing now, thoughtful for only a beat before he raises an eyebrow.

“Crawling? Sweetheart, getting up into this bunk was a struggle.” The mixture of his words and his smirk has you laughing, the vision of Poe attempting to get into the small space coming back to mind. Being able to laugh together like this only makes him even more attractive to you and fuck, you want him. You swear that he picks up on your thoughts right at that very moment, reading you like a damn book before he tilts his head and trails a couple of open-mouthed kisses along your jaw then the side of your neck.

“Mark me,” you breathe after a moment and move a hand to keep Poe’s head where it is against your neck. You already know that he can’t leave any marks there, it’s too high up, they’ll be seen far too easily. “Give me something to take with me when we fly out of here.” The only response you get is a low groan, rumbling long and deep from his throat as he moves further down over your neck. You know how much this man loves to leave his marks on you, a hidden claim that’s just for the two of you. Nobody else ever sees them, but you know they’re there, covered by your clothing and serving as a reminder of your time with him when you aren’t able to be together.

Poe settles on the soft patch of skin right above your collarbone and works his mouth against it; at the same time, his hand moves over to take hold of your breast again - thumb and finger teasing at your nipple in the exact same way you had been trying to do to yourself while thinking about this. Your body reacts instantly to his touch, arching up against him while sighing quietly into the silence that fills the bunk now.

There’s the sound of fabric moving as Poe lowers a hand to hook his thumb into the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging and releasing his cock from them - the other staying exactly where it is, kneading the flesh of your breast and squeezing at it firmly. Every pinch of your nipple, every tender squeeze and brush has electrical jolts searing down your spine and fuels your desperation. This has been going on for too long, now. You can’t even think when you began; fingers pushing into your shorts with your mind replaying the events of last night as a way to get yourself off.

“Poe, baby…” You whisper with an aching need and move your hands to his face to pull it up enough for your eyes to meet his. Maker, they’re so dark and heavy with lust. There’s a moment where all movement stops - A moment when you stare at him as your eyes speak much louder than your words. And then it’s gone - Poe’s lips crash to yours and you feel his hips lower as he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Remember...” Before he even says it, your brain is predicting his words, allowing you to hear them in the voice that you know so well. “Got to be quiet.” You’d been so right. But all you give Poe in way of a response is a nod while your legs move around him, trying to get into a better position with the limited space. It’s difficult, but not impossible and with a push, you feel the very tip of him easing into you. It draws a sigh of relief from you as Poe finally gives you what you want and from his gentle groan, you know that he needs this just as much as you do.

No more than an inch or two makes it into you before he slowly pulls out with a smirk and rocks his hips to rub the whole length of his cock up against your folds and your clit. Holy shit - It’s unexpected and you’re quick to throw a hand over your mouth just in time to muffle the moan that escapes. The fucker knows what he’s doing. Got to be quiet, he says - Then proceeds to tease you in the worst way possible. Before you can protest, you feel the pressure of his tip sliding into your heat again; the tight muscles of your walls squeezing around him. And just like last time, he pulls straight back out to tease you again.

“Poe.” His name cuts through your moan; your tone one of yearning and aching for the man. Got to be quiet, Poe had said - Yet proceeds to slap your clit with the underside of his cock, causing you to gasp so loudly in preparation for a sound to follow. He’s much quicker than you as his palm reaches up to cover your mouth, knowing full well you aren’t going to be able to hold back the noise that muffles against his warm skin.

“Shhsh - You’re going to wake them up.” There’s a tone to Poe’s voice that lets you know he’s trying to be serious here, he’s actually trying to warn you, but this moment is also amusing to him - Especially when he slaps it again to get another reaction and then immediately draws back to push into you. This time, he doesn’t pull back out. Inch by inch, the tight heat of your cunt engulfs him, creating such a wonderful, familiar stretch that’s equal parts uncomfortable and pleasurable.

Everything is already so hot and clammy inside the bunk; his body heat only causes yours to increase and you can feel the dampness of the hair on his forehead when it momentarily rests against your face where his fingers meet your cheek.

“Fuck me.” You muffle out against his palm, attempting to draw a steady breath in through your nose. Poe’s body is so still now that he’s quite literally balls deep inside of you; every inch of himself buried deeply inside of a heat that he has been so desperate for that he’s willing to break his own rules to get it.

But fuck you, he does.

It’s slow at first; his pace long and drawn out, letting you feel every inch, every vein and ridge of his cock as it moves within you. Given the space, all you can do is cling to him - Using what little leverage you have to rock your hips to meet his thrusts right at the apex. It causes him to press just that little bit deeper inside of you, or shift at a slightly different angle which only makes it harder for you to hold your moans back.

In this moment, you’re completely torn: you’re dying for Poe to change the angle of his hips just slightly, so he can thrust up against that one spot--the spot that makes you scream, makes you beg him to keep fucking you right there, yes, right fucking there. Your body craves it, your hips automatically tilting to seek it out. He’s so close to giving you what you want, and he knows it… because he wants it too. But, you’re both painfully aware of what will happen if he lets go and fucks you in the way he wants to. You’re having the same internal battle, weighing the feral need of the moment against the long-term consequences of fucking loudly in a room full of people you’ll have to look in the eye tomorrow.

It’s too much. Teetering on that brink has you overheating.

“Poe,” You breathe out as your hands move to his chest, trying to push him back a little in an attempt to cool yourself down. “You’re so… Fucking. Hot.”

“Thank you.” Is the smartass reply you were expecting and end up getting from him as he draws his hips back again.

“No. I mean-” Oh, Poe knows exactly what you mean. He’s smirking down at you, earning a roll of your eyes which end up rolling back and closing when his hips deliver a much harder thrust. “Like that.” You nod and keep your hands against his chest for a moment; nails digging into the toned muscles there as he picks up the pace. You weren’t kidding when you told him that your moans were the least of his worries - you’re soaking fucking wet for him and you’re sure the rest of the sleeping quarters can hear it.

“Baby…” He groans because he hears it, too. Your hands move from his chest, sliding around his shoulders so that you can bury your fingers into the damp hair at the nape of his neck. With your hands gone, his upper body dips to press to yours again while his mouth finds its home for a kiss. It’s deep and messy - tongues meeting and exploring the familiarity of each other as though you haven’t already memorised the way his feels against your own.

It’s you who breaks from the kiss first; head turning to mouth your way from the corner of his lips to his jaw as you breathe out against it. There’s a saltiness of perspiration to his skin when your tongue moves to lick along his jawline, rewarding you with a low moan from the depths of his throat - But it’s not enough. As Poe lowers himself even more to get a better position on his elbows, you tighten your hand in the back of his hair and use to it guide his head aside; giving you better access to more of his neck and it’s a good fucking job because the jolt of pleasure his next thrust delivers is close to being overwhelming.

“P-Ohhfuck!” You moan against the skin of his neck - Every muscle temporarily tightening as you clamp down around him.

“Too-fucking-loud.” His words are punctuated by thrusts, each one delivering the same searing pleasure as his cock rubs up against that spot. There’s no escaping it; he can no longer deny you the pleasure that seek while you both throw all fucking caution to the wind. Poe’s body presses so tightly to your own, there’s no room for movement. It’s impossible to angle your hips to avoid it and Maker, the way his body drags against your clit in this position is too much. You can already feel your muscles quivering around him; your body teetering so close to the edge as you try and fight it. But you’re already lost.

“Fuck. Do you feel that, baby?” Poe’s almost-whispered voice cuts through your thoughts and you really fucking wish that it wouldn’t. If only he could stay quiet, you might be able to fight this off for a little longer. Something swells from deep within you as you cling to him; body moving in sync with his own as you lose the fight of keeping your orgasm at bay. It builds so rapidly, feeling as though it has no room left to expand and now desperate for release.

Poe’s already moving, his lips capturing yours again in a desperate attempt to keep you quiet while giving you everything you could ever ask for to shove you right over the edge and into the blissful drop. Everything tightens around him as your legs tremble against his sides, but he doesn’t let up. His hips fit so tightly to your own, keeping himself momentarily buried inside of you as you finally cum with a muffled cry against his mouth. It’s pure, euphoric delight - A release of aching tension that seems to melt from so deep within you that even your bones are thankful for it.

“Poe…” His name, now breathless, gets lost between your mouths as your cunt convulses around him again with another aftershock of pleasure. Finally, you open your eyes and see him; lips parted and eyes closed as he enjoys every second of your orgasm with you. He’s yet to cum. And oh, you know that he will. Just the thought of him fucking you again to chase his own release has your muscles clenching around him and causing that thick cock to twitch in response.

“If only I could taste you right now,” Poe mutters quietly, allowing his thoughts to roll freely from his mouth. No… He needs to stop. “Would work you with my mouth until you have nothing left to give.” Maker, have mercy. You know all about that and, fuck. Your pussy clenches again, already swollen and aching. “Mm, you like the thought of that?” The smirk on his lips is evident in his voice as he finally opens his eyes to meet yours.

“Unless you’re planning on eating me out,” You begin, but get cut short by a kiss. “You need,” Another kiss. “To shut the fuck up.” This time, Poe laughs against your mouth and honestly, you love the sound of it. With a small shift of his elbows, one of his hands moves to rest so gently against the side of your head as he draws his hips back again. Fuck, it’s so slow. He’s in no hurry, despite the fact that he hasn’t cum yet. But then his hips roll to meet your own, over and over again; his pace so deliberately steady to allow for every thick inch of himself to slide through your obscene slickness.

Stars, you want to go again. Your body is pleading with you for another release. “Poe.” You’re close to whining his name, but he already knows. His knees shuffle up, pressing your body even closer to his own at a slightly different angle now and holy fuck. Holy fuck. His cock drags long and slow up against your walls, applying delicious pressure to your spot and causing you to writhe beneath him. It’s you who tugs his mouth to yours this time in a desperate attempt to silence yourself; tongues meeting and gliding together at a pace that matches his hips.

“I - I-” Incoherent mumblings are caught between your mouths as you try to tell him of your need - but you require no words. It’s as though his body responds to yours, hips rocking unhurriedly into you and then applying just a little more force right at the apex of it to give you what you need. That familiar pressure begins to build, much slower than the first, but you can feel it. It’s there. Every thrust, every grind of his cock ignites sparks within you that sear a heat through your hips. Sweet Maker, it spreads everywhere; through your thighs, your lower stomach and down to the lowest vertebra of your spine. The flames of the fire lick their way right through your core and then upwards with an unstoppable momentum now.

“I’m-” You try again. “I fucking…” You choke on your words as your body arches against Poe’s, finally giving itself over to the pleasure that was waiting to drag it under. It submerges you in the best possible way; momentarily stealing your breath as those slow thrusts shatter you. Everything contracts and clamps down around the man and this time, it’s his moan that puts you both at risk of being caught. It catches him by surprise - almost as though it’s ripped so roughly from his throat that he has no time to stop it.

Poe’s breathless praises and murmurs seem to collide and roll into one as his hips stutter and fit themselves to yours when he finally cums. You feel everything. Every pulse of his cock, every warm drop of his load while he empties himself inside of you. Those last few thrusts chase his release, working him steadily until finally, he has nothing left to give. Only then does he collapse the rest of the way down onto you, exhausted and spent.

For what feels like the first time in hours, a silence finally greets you; sure, it’s disturbed by the laboured breathing within the bunk, but everything else is silent. No footsteps overhead, no distant mumbling and snoring - Even the ambient sounds of the ship are nonexistent. The only thing you’re able to focus on is Poe.

“Do you think they heard us?” You ask in a quiet whisper as you move a hand to stroke your fingers through the damp curls at the back of his neck. He holds his breath for a moment, as though trying to listen out for any sounds on the other side of the curtain. Poe is met with silence, though.

“Don’t think so.” Comes his murmur of a response. It trails off into a hum of approval when your fingers glide down from his hair so that your nails can stroke lightly against the warm skin at the nape of his neck. You know that he won’t be able to fall asleep here - Soon he’ll have to return to his own bunk but you can’t bring yourself to remind him of that. Not yet. Knowing that in a few hours time, you would both be flying out of here for another mission only made you want to hold him for just that little bit longer. Nobody could ever predict what would happen each time you climbed into that X-Wing, so moments like these were worth holding onto.

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There’s not one specific thing that wakes you from the heavy sleep you had thankfully fallen into following Poe’s visit to your bunk a few hours ago. It’s the voices that are much too loud on the other side of the curtain; the sticky heat that you’re suddenly very aware of as you move your legs and feel the man still leaking out of you. And then arms, tightening around you and pulling you against a warm chest while a face buries into the back of your hair.

“I haven’t seen him. Is he not in his bunk?”

Oh, fuck.

“Don’t say anything.” Poe whispers from behind you, his body between the wall of the bunk and your back. It’s only after a few more blinks that you finally begin to comprehend what’s going on in the sleeping quarters; someone is looking for Poe.

“He’s needed up top. Haven’t been able to find him.”

“Have you checked the fresher?”

“First place I looked.”

“Have you tried his comms?”

“Off.” You feel Poe physically wince at that. All of his belongings are still down in his own bunk and packed away into the small storage trunk.

“You’ve probably missed each other. Walked right by without noticing. Come on, I’ll take a look with you.” The footsteps of the two men make their way towards the exit of the sleeping quarters but only one set leaves. The other lingers, as though waiting until the coast is clear.

“You can come out now.” It’s Snap’s voice and although quiet, you can hear the amused edge that it holds. A heat suddenly prickles at the back of your neck - He knows. He’d heard. Fuck. You’re mortified.

Someone needs to say something, anything, because the creeping silence is getting too much for you to handle. You nudge the man behind you, silently begging him to say something, but you can already feel his body shaking with silent laughter.

When composed enough, Poe speaks first. “Thanks, pal,” He calls back to him - That same serious, yet amused tone evident in his own voice. You say absolutely nothing. At least not until you’re sure the man is gone. Only then do you whip around to face Poe; eyes wide with embarrassment. “Hey, no… Don’t you look at me like that. I told you to be quiet.”

You open your mouth to speak, but Poe is already leaning in to kiss you; his lips curling into a smile against your own.

“Do you think the rest of them know?” There was a good reason for Poe’s rules and now you know why. It’s to avoid situations such as this. The first response you get is a small shrug as he pulls away and then leans over your body to roll you onto your back while he peers around the curtain of the bunk.

“I wouldn’t like to bet against it.” He says after a moment and then takes one last look over your face. “You’ll have to let me know when you see them. I’ll be up there, drinking tea with the General, so this one is on you, sweetheart.” Oh, he’s loving this. He’s fucking loving the fact that he doesn’t have to face the humiliation that’s waiting for you. Asshole. But then a small smirk settles onto your lips and he frowns, having not expected that reaction from you.

“I bet she already knows.” It’s Poe’s face that drops this time - That temporary fear of the woman who he held so much respect and admiration for, knowing what had been keeping him so long. She couldn’t know. There’s no way. But those few seconds in which he thought that she might, were worth it - If only to give him a taste of what you were going to face when meeting up with the rest of the squadron.

“You almost had me there.” He shakes his head and then leans down to kiss you slowly, knowing that this would be the last one until you were all back at base. It’s everything that you love about his kisses; it’s the way he holds your face gently, the way his tongue slides into your mouth and traces the blunt edges of your teeth. It’s a Poe kiss and one that you can never tire of.

And then it’s gone, along with his body as he climbs from the bunk and stretches himself out now that he has room to do so. You can’t help yourself. Your eyes linger on him, watching as he dresses and runs a hand through his hair repeatedly to try and tame the curls somewhat. It’s no use. After last night, there’s no controlling them now.

“Hey, Flyboy,” Poe pauses as you call him from the bunk, those dark eyes finding yours for a moment. “C’mere.” As requested, he steps closer to the edge of the bunk and rests his arm against it; flight suit now covering the warm skin that you already have the urge to touch again. “Be safe out there.”

There’s a gentle smile on his lips now as he watches you for a moment and then gives you a small nod. “Always.” And then you do something that you really shouldn’t. You lean enough to stick your head out of the bunk so that you can press your lips to his again. “And make sure you come back to me in one piece.” Poe murmurs into the kiss.

“Always.”

#I’m hoe for Poe and you can quote me on that #poexreader #fic rec

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cassandras-nest · 7 years ago

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weeks..and weeks ago(when this movie came out) i wrote something quick inspired by the many gifs, like this, that were posted...

and it’s all fluffy and cute ..sorry (and yes, it’s Poe inspired too)

…..

“What?”

You asked..smiling..

He was staring at you since he woke up, that still makes you slightly uncomfortable…

“You’re beautiful”

He stated, without thinking

“Am i? it’s early morning and you are already drunk ..maybe?”

You answered, smiling…raising an eyebrow in disbelief..

…

“I am not! Maybe I just realized that I’m the luckiest man in all the galaxy”

He mindless brushed few hairs away from your face and then caressing your cheek…

“you…what?”

You can’t stop smiling, oh you know he loves you but ..you can’t help the fact that his words always leaves you speechless..

“I am..”

He said briefly, before kissing you..to prove his words.

“Poe Dameron, the reckless pilot, now all soft and cute because of a woman”

You joked, lightly brushing his lower lip and chin with your fingers..

“my woman..”

He added.

#i really enjoy writing little things #poexreader #poe dameron #i was a bit inspired #cute and fluffy #yes i'm better at sweet and fluff things

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imagine-the-fanfics · 7 years ago

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Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could do Poe Dameron x Reader where the reader is Vice Admiral Holdo's assistant and thinks of her as like a mother. Your parents were diplomats, so you know how to diffuse situations most of the time. You're in a relationship with Poe & balance out his rashness with calmness. However, you get pissed when he destroys the Dreadnaught since he risked his life for almost nothing in return ("Sometimes I wonder how you're still alive"). You refuse to speak to him since he didn't consider your feelings, either. Later, when Holdo sacrifices herself, you're feeling so heartbroken and torn up. When on board the Millenium Falcon, Poe thinks you blame him for her death, & therefore can't get your forgiveness. Little does he know, all you need is his love and comfort. Angst and fluff. And apologies if this is too long of a request and that it's a personal message. I just thank you for taking the time to read it! Have a great rest of your day!

A/N: I watched The Last Jedi about 5 times to write this. Not that I needed an excuse. ;D Such a good movie. Sorry it’s a bit shorter than I anticipated. I feel like I didn’t transcribe the scenes from the movie correctly, so I’m sorry if it’s a bit difficult. I’m not satisfied with it, but I don’t think I can improve it at this point. My apologies! Also, one of the final scenes I’m not sure could be plausible due to schematics and placement of people and stuff, so just pretend, please!

“Reckless!” You snarled at your boyfriend. “Idiot! Do you have a deathwish? I think you have a deathwish!”

“Awww, don’t be like that, Y/n! We took down a dreadnaught! It’s a time to celebrate!” Poe grinned, attempting to wrap you in a hug, but you pushed him off causing him to frown.

“Do you understand how many lives lost to take out that single ship? Do you realize you could have been one of them? Do you realize how inconsolable I would be if something happened to you? Do you realize the First Order can make a new Dreadnaught with a snap of their fingers?” The look on his face indicated that he realized what you were saying and he moved to gently take you in his arms, and this time you let him. “I’m so thankful you are, but sometimes I wonder how you’re still alive.”

“Baby…” His voice trailed off as he pet your hair. “I’m not going anywhere. The Resistance-” That was it, you pushed him off you again.

“You don’t get it, do you? You don’t bloody think!” You huffed, “What about my feelings? Why don’t you ever take them into consideration?! You’re so full of yourself and you don’t think before you act and- Just– UGH! I would die if I lost you!” Your voice louder than normal, tears in your eyes. “I love you, you bloody idiot.” You muttered, turning on your heels. “I have to get back to work.” The heels of your uniform shoes announced each footstep that you took away from him. Each step hurt, but you were beyond furious with his childish need to be a hero. It wasn’t a secret Leia was grooming him to lead the Resistance, but the Resistance would die if he made irresponsible and hot-headed calls like that.

You didn’t hear it, but a soft “I love you, too,” followed you as you walked away.

“Something’s off with you.” Holdo sighed, looking over her shoulder towards you as you both walked down the hallway, you clutching the datapad in your hands to your chest. “Everything’s fine!” You assured, even forcing a smile. Holdo gave you a knowing, motherly look.

“I know you well enough to know that’s not the case.” She turned her head forward and gave a nod in greeting to a passing commanding officer. “Talk to me. Maybe I can help.”

“No…” You sighed, lowering the pad so that one edge was resting against your abdomen. “I mean, maybe. I doubt it.” You paused, briefly. “It’s Poe.”

“Ahhh…” Holdo sighed knowingly. “Lovers quarrel?”

“Sort of… He’s just… I don’t know… He’s a hot headed flyboy and it really bothers me that he doesn’t consider my feelings when doing things like blowing up the dreadnought… Even Leia told him not to go through with it, and he didn’t listen to her.” You huffed. “I’m giving him the silent treatment until I stop feeling sick from the thoughts of him potentially dying running through my head like a crazed fathier.”

“Are you going to ask the man you love to change who he is?” Holdo’s question wasn’t to be taken at face value. It wasn’t the kind of question that is expected to be answered in the moment. It didn’t matter anyways. The alarms began to sound and you and Admiral Holdo rushed to where you would be the most helpful.

This was hard to digest; almost too hard.

You clenched your teeth together to the point it hurt, but you couldn’t help it. Leia was out for the count for the time being, and the Resistance seemed shattered. Hope was fading fast and you knew that the members of the Resistance would struggle to remain together after Leia going into her comatose-like state.

“Leia was the sole survivor on the bridge.” Your attention had been fading in and out. “’Save your sorrow for after the fight.’ To that end, the chain of command is clear as to who should take her place.” Your gaze shot to your boyfriend who met your gaze. His eyes looked a bit red, as though he had been crying. “Vice Admiral Holdo…” You watched as Poe realized what had just happened. You watched him clench his fist and then turned your attention to Admiral Holdo.

You watched Admiral Holdo during her little speech, tearing up slightly at her comforting and inspiring words. “And may the Force be with us.” As everyone began to leave you approached Vice Admiral Holdo, preparing yourself for what was to come.

You stood by the Vice Admiral as Poe approached, giving you a remorseful look before turning his attention to Holdo. You couldn’t help but listen to the conversation, your gaze playing a game of tennis between them.

“Not commander, right? Wasn’t it Leia’s last official act to demote you? For your dreadnought plan? Where we lost our entire bombing fleet?” The look Poe gave you was one of shock and annoyance. You raised a hand palm up from you navel up to the middle of your chest, indicating for him to take a deep breath, which he did.

“Captain. Commander. You can call me whatever you like. I just want to know what’s going on.” He responded as rationally as you could expect.

“Of course you do. I understand. I’ve dealt with plenty of trigger-happy flyboys like you.” You could see Poe getting more frustrated and annoyed with every word. To him she was spewing insults, and his pride didn’t take kindly to it. “You’re impulsive, dangerous, and the last thing we need right now. So stick to your post and follow my orders.” You watched as Holdo walked off.

“Can you believe her?” Poe scoffed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. You glared and turned, following after Vice Admiral Holdo. “Of course.” You heard him mutter to himself, along with something you couldn’t make out.

“Admiral Holdo.” You muttered, getting her attention. “Maybe we should inform Commander- I mean, Captain Dameron of the plan. He’s impulsive and hot headed and I’m worried about what he’s going to do. He probably thinks you’re about to sell us out to the First Order.”

“You should know better than to think I would do such a thing.” She seemed both hurt and surprised.

“No, I’m not saying you are, I’m suggesting Poe might think that. I don’t.” You assured. “I think maybe he should be informed.”

“The plan is confidential for a reason.” Holdo reminded you. “Only a select few know what’s happening, and we’re going to keep it that way.” You glanced over your shoulder and watched as Poe left the bridge.

“Holdo!” Poe called, obviously angry about something. You turned your attention to him, as did Holdo.

“Flyboy.” She greeted with an annoyed tone.

“Cut it lady.” Poe was more than angry, and you could feel it seething off of him into the room. Tension was thick as the two immovable forces collided. “We had a fleet and now we’re down to one ship and you’ve told us nothing.” He seemed almost desperate. “Tell us that we have a plan. That there’s hope!” His arms moved to emphasis his words.

“When I served under Leia she would say, ‘Hope is like the sun. If you only believe in it when you see it-‘“

“’You’ll never make it through the night.’” This seemed to calm Poe slightly, and he looked at the floor briefly. You could feel that he was a bit ashamed, but unbroken.

“Yes.” Holdo’s voice was gentle and reassuring. You watched as Poe raised his gaze, swallowing as you saw his eyes find the screen where the transports were fueling.

“You’re fueling the transports?” Poe’s question was one asked out of shock, his voice was quiet but his tone showed just how taken aback he was by this discovery. He walked over to the screen to confirm what he was seeing. “You are. All of them?” He asked, turning around and raising his hand as if to show the screen as evidence to hold in Holdo’s face. You looked to the woman you considered a mentor and mother figure. Her face was a combination of disappointment, worry, and sympathy. You turned back to Poe “We’re abandoning ship?! Is that - That’s what you’ve got? That’s what you’ve brought us to?” His frustration peaked.

“COWARD!” He yelled, kicking over a chair and pushing another over. You jumped at the sudden noise. Some security officers attempted to approach him, but Holdo stuck her arm out to stop them. Poe raised a finger and pointed in a vague direction. He looked around at the people on the bridge as he informed them, “Those transports are unarmed, unshielded. We abandon this cruiser we’re done. We don’t stand a chance.” His attention snapped to Holdo, pointing to her accusingly. “No, you’re not just a coward you are a traitor.” He turned to you, moving his finger to you. “And you are, too.”

At that Holdo had reached the maximum she could tolerate. “Get this man off my bridge.” Her tone was dark, a gentle anger that you recognized as not only wrath but something much worse. You watched in shock and hurt as the man you loved, who probably now hated you due to a misunderstanding and lack of communication, was escorted off the bridge. When he was gone Holdo whirled around and faced you, resting a gentle hand on your upper arm.

“Are you alright?” She questioned, giving you a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry that this is happening.”

“No, but it will be. Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault, Admiral.” You assured, tears welling up in your eyes as it felt like your heart was shattering. “He hates me now, doesn’t he?” Holdo’s eyes held a look of empathetic pity. “I’ve just got to accept that whatever happens next, Poe-“

Holdo held a finger to her lips for a moment. “Don’t talk like that. Things will work out, Y/n. Have faith in him.”

“This is our best chance for excape. You have to give Finn and Rose all the time you can.” Poe explained, Holdo was furious.

“You have bet the survival of the Resistance on bad odds and put us allat risk?!” She turned to you and shook her head, calming down for a moment. “There’s no time now. We have to get clear of the cruiser. Load the transports!” She ordered, walking past Poe.

“Yeah, I was afraid you’d say that.” He turned around, the group with him raising their blasters at you, Vice Admiral Holdo, and everyone else with you. “Vice Admiral Holdo, I am relieving you of your command, for the survival of the ship, it’s crew, and the Resistance.” He looked at you, cold and unfeeling. You stared at him in shock.

“I hope you know what you’re doing.” You heard Vice Admiral Holdo say, understandably furious with the turn of events.

“Yeah. I’m going to the bridge.” He informed everyone. “If they move, stun them.” He bumped into you, but continued walking. You followed him with your gaze as far as you could before turning to your comrades that had turned hostile.

You exchanged a sidelong glance with Holdo, panic running through your veins. Her plan would work, but Poe’s actions were putting the plan in jeopardy. The chaotic situation around you was completely baffling and unexpected. This could all have been prevented if you had been able to explain the situation to him, but you also understood why that wasn’t possible.

It didn’t matter, as all you could do was stand there.

The next time you saw him, Poe was unconscious and was being loaded onto a transport. Your heart hurt more than you could have imagined it ever would, and you ran your fingers through his hair, tears in your eyes. You wished with everything you had that you could rewind today’s events and change what had happened.

“He’ll be alright, and so will you.” Holdo’s voice was soothing, and you turned your head to look at her. Holdo looked down to Poe, and caressed his face. You both watched as Poe was carried onto the ship. She shooed you after him with a wave of her hand. You glanced between Leia and Holdo and then hurried after him onto the transport.

“That one’s a trouble maker. I like him.” Holdo spoke, once you were gone.

“Me, too.” Leia agreed with a nod and a grin. “Now. Time to board your transport.”

“For the transports to escape, somebody has to stay and pilot the cruiser.” Holdo waited as Leia absorbed what she was being told.

“Too many losses.” Leia shook her head. “I can’t take anymore.”

“Sure you can. You taught me how.” Holdo assured, smiling softly. “I do have one thing to ask of you, though.”

“Anything.” Leia responded, curious what it would be.

“Watch over Y/n. She’s an excellent assistant. I highly recommend her if you’re considering one, and if not I suggest you take her on anyways.” Holdo responded with a light smile, though it was one of concern and worry more than happiness.

“You’ve always looked after her.” Leia acknowledged, sighing lightly.

“She needed someone to.” Holdo teased, looking up at the transport, watching you watching Poe. “She’s strong, stronger than they realize.” There was a pause, and Holdo turned her attention to Leia once more. “I never got to tell her, but she’s the closest thing I’ve had to a daughter .” Tears welled up in her eyes, but she refused to cry.

“You love her.” Leia said what was left unsaid by Holdo. “I understand. I’ll watch over her.”

“Thank you.” Holdo responded with a warm smile.

“May the Force-“ The two women started at the same time.

“You say it. I’ve said it enough.” Leia allowed.

“May the Force be with you. Always.” Holdo stood there and watched Leia board the transport before making her way back to the bridge.

“Come sit with me, Y/n.” Leia invited. “He’ll wake up soon, and we need to talk.”

“Yes, General.” You replied, gulping, assuming you were in trouble as you looked at her. You then turned to Poe’s sleeping body and leaned down, kissing him on the forehead and muttering that you love him into his ear. You stood up, making your way over to a bench across the way and sitting down next to Leia.

“Leia.” She corrected. “Call me Leia.”

“Yes, Gener- I mean, Leia.” You looked around. “Where’s Holdo?” You asked. “Is she on another transport or have I simply not seen her?”

“She stayed behind.” Leia informed you. It took a moment for it to sink in. You looked to the cruiser you were fleeing from and sniffled.

“She didn’t say goodbye. She must be planning on taking an escape pod.” You reasoned. “She’ll join us on Crait.” Leia didn’t say anything, but had an empathetic look. The two of you watched as the First Order continued the barrage. There was a long silence before either of you spoke again. “Leia… I think I need to talk to you about something. Normally I would go to Holdo, but she’s…” You didn’t need to finish that sentence.

“It’s about Poe, isn’t it.” Leia smiled lightly, thoughts of Han flashing briefly in her mind. You gave a nod and she sighed gently. “He loves you, you know.” Leia informed you, making a motion towards him. “He’s just too focused on being a hero. I think it’s to impress you.”

“It doesn’t impress me, though. I just end up worried sick about him.” Leia nodded at your words.

“I was the same way every time Han left.” She admitted, looking to the floor with a smile that hinted at pleasant memories. You looked over at Poe and stood up. You walked over and began to run your fingers through his hair and caress his face again. “Poe will learn. I think you’ll help guide him to where he needs to be.”

“Needs to be?” It wasn’t exactly a secret that Poe was being groomed to take over for Leia, but the statement caught you off-guard. Leia didn’t answer.

You jumped when Poe came to, and you took a step back. He glanced around frantically before rushing over to the glass window to see the cruiser repeating the word “no” before his head dropped. You watched with a hand on your chest.

“Poe.” Leia called, motioning her head for him to come look out the window she was sitting next to. As he came towards you, you walked towards him.

And you passed each other without a word.

The world around you grew hazy, and you put a hand on the window as the plan was explained to Poe. You needed Poe, as the realization Holdo wouldn’t be joining you set in. You could feel eyes on you.

A sudden explosion rumbled the transport and you lost your footing, slamming against the glass. You hissed a curse and rubbed your nose, blood showing on your hand. You watched as one by one the transports around you were blown up, and you began to tremble.

Then you noticed the subtle turning of the cruiser. You squinted, leaning closer and putting another hand on the glass. What are you planning..?You wondered. Not knowing was killing you because you always knew the plan.

“She’s running away.” You heard Lieutenant Connix accuse and your hand clenched into a fist.

“No, she’s not.” Poe defended. You hadn’t even realized he was right next to you. Now the cruiser was aimed at the Supremacy.

Everything clicked when the cruiser was aimed straight for the Supremacy.

“No…” You whispered breathlessly, watching as the cruiser began the jump to light speed. “No!” You were louder this time. The ship became invisible and the Supremacy began to crumble. Bits of both ships began to float around as space debris does. “NO!” You shrieked; tears running down your face, collapsing as your legs could no longer hold you up.

You couldn’t even feel Poe’s arms around you holding you up as the two of you watched in horror. As one by one the supremacy and some smaller ships surround it exploded. You sobbed, watching the debris as what was left of the transports continued down to the surface of Crait.

You did your best to pull yourself together. This was not the time to mourn.

You stood with everyone behind the blast door, blaster in your hand as a First Order craft crashed and skidded to a stop. Everyone began to fire and so did you.

“Hold your fire!” Poe ordered, his hand in the air.

“Finn?” You heard Leia ask.

“Finn!” Poe exclaimed and you lowered your weapon. “Rose! You’re not dead! Where’s my droid?!” You couldn’t help but smile as BB-8 rolled to Poe, chirping excitedly. “Buddy! I’m so glad to see you!” You watched as Poe scratched BB-8’s belly and put their foreheads together. You couldn’t help but daydream about how he would be with your children.

Poe had been gone for what felt like forever, so it was no surprise when you and your daughter ran out the door at the sound of his X-wing landing.

“Daddy!” Little Shara called out, you held her back until the X-wing was shut off and Poe was climbing out of the cockpit.

“Baby girl!” He called as he picked her up in his arms and spun around. “I missed you so much, Pumpkin.” He kissed her forehead. “Have you been good?”

“She’s been lovely.” You informed. The smile he gave you was one of love and longing. He set your daughter up and pulled into his arms, kissing you with a gentle passion as his arms wrapped around you. When the kiss broke he rested his forehead in the crook of your neck.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He muttered into your ear, giving it a kiss.

Reality snapped back into place as everyone scrambled to prepare for the upcoming battle. You participated in any way that you could, and that was focused mostly on setting up the command center. You didn’t really pay any attention to anything else except your duty.

Once that was done you discovered people scrambling around and preparing for battle. Poe was gone. You focused on assisting wherever you could as Poe and his ragtag team of pilots did what they could to take out the cannon.

“We’re taking heavy casualties.” One man informed. You were worried sick - begging for whatever force was out there to let Poe come back to you - and falling apart but you kept yourself together.

It’s what Amilyn would have expected from you.

Your begging had paid off, Poe entered the command center safe and sound. The two of you shared a look, but neither of you said anything to each other. You went back to work and he went to do his duty. That was the last you saw him until the evacuation.

“What are you looking at me for? Follow him.” Leia said, and you did just that, making eye contact with him again. You followed him to the blocked exit and grunted. The rocks parted and what was left of the Resistance exited from the cave. Thanks to a girl you didn’t know you were able to board the Millennium Falcon and escape to safety.

You sat down on a bench near a table and felt yourself begin to sob as everything came to you in one burst. Holdo was gone. Poe hated you. The Resistance was all but destroyed. There was nowhere left to go.

And you couldn’t do a single thing about it.

“Leia.” Her gaze looked up to the man who had just said her name.

“Poe.” Leia greeted with a smile and patting the seat next to her for him to sit down. Poe sat down next to Leia, sighing.

“Leia, I messed up a lot.” He admitted, cradling his head in his hands.

“Are we talking about one instance in particular?” She teased.

“In general.” He thought a bit. “And with Y/n.”

“Yes, you have; on both counts.” She nodded.

“Leia.” His tone was serious. “I’m scared I’ve completely lost any chance with her.”

“What makes you think that?” Leia asked, genuinely curious as to why he would think it.

“She must blame for what happened with Holdo… And I was so cold to her during everything.”

“I don’t think that matters right now. Look at her.” Leia raised her chin in your direction. “She hasn’t stopped crying since we left the atmosphere. She needs you.”

“Leia, I-“

“Poe Dameron.” Leia scolded. “Go and apologize if you feel so bad. Whatever you do, don’t just leave her there to fall apart on her own.” He looked to you, but you were curled up with your knees to your chest and your face in your knees so you didn’t see. “Go.” She nudged him gently. It took him a moment to stand up and go to you. He didn’t say anything, simply sat next to you.

“Y/n?” Poe asked softly. “Are we talking again, yet?” He gave a gentle smile, putting an arm around you. You couldn’t stop sobbing but the corners of your lips curled upwards and you leaned against him, letting him wipe your face dry. “I’m sorry for everything.” He was treating you like a fragile doll and, simultaneously, you both loved and hated it. He did nothing but hold you until you had finished falling apart.

“She’s dead, Poe.” You muttered. You felt Poe cringe.

“I’m sure you blame me and-“ but you cut him off.

“What? No! Why would I blame you?” You leaned back and made eye contact with him. His eyes were watery and slightly red. You looked much worse. “She was going to… Anyway. Someone had to stay and pilot the cruiser. I’m not sure anyone else would have thought as quick as she had, nor done what she did…” Your voice trailed off and you felt your throat clench. “Poe, she was the closest thing I’ve ever had to a mother… And now she’s gone.”

“I understand, Y/n. I lost my mom when I was young. I can’t remember much about her anymore, but I know what you’re feeling.” His hand ran up and down your back. “Just let it out, Y/n. You’ll feel better.” He paused. “It’ll always hurt, but it’ll get easier.” He kissed the top of your head.

“I thought I lost you today.” You confessed, tears flowing again. “I thought – with the mutiny – that any affection you had for me was gone.”

“Never.” He assured. “Y/n. Come hell or high water, I will alwayslove you.” Your eyes met and his expression was serious. “You will never lose me. I’m not going anywhere.”

#Poe #Poe dameron #poe imagine #poe dameron imagine #star wars #Star Wars fanfic #star wars imagine #star wars fan fiction #poexreader #poe x reader

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jadedlavendergemini · 8 years ago

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I just really need some good PoeXreader right now

Can anybody share some??

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beldroxramscal · 4 years ago

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Oh my god this is perfect I couldn’t stop grinning trough out the whole thing! Love their friendship, the banter, the obvious love between them… just. I need a minute

"I'm Scared"

(Oneshot)

Poe Dameron X Fem Reader

Word count: 3k (ish)

Warnings : None

Summary: Poe teases you after your first experience with a sandstorm.

(Just a little oneshot inspired by this video :https://www.instagram.com/p/B_w3cz0pdL8/?utm_medium=copy_link)

A/N - This was written in dedication and as a little birthday gift to my very best friend @fisforfulcrum . Who is the only person I know who will lay on an air mattress with me at 3am, drunk, crying with laughter and quoting this video. ILY and Happy freakin Birthday! (I realise I'm a day early).

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"I'm scared. I can't see anything. There's so much sand." The nasal, high-pitched voice he uses grates against your nerves, and you slam your drink down on the table, the liquid sloshing dangerously close to the sides.

"I don't sound anything like that!" You huff, but your words are almost drowned out by Poe dissolving into laughter at your annoyance, his entire face lighting up with it.

"You sounded exactly like that." He snickers as the rest of the table looks between you. From the moment you had touched back down on the base, he had started teasing you about your new found fear of sandstorms.

"Screw you, Dameron! It was terrifying! Not all of us want to look death in the face." That has him snorting with laughter again. Of course he of all people would think that's funny. You glare at him, but he just grins back at you. You stick your tongue out in response.

"You weren't going to die." He grins at you and shakes his head. "I appreciate it was scary though. But maybe not terrifying. No, terrifying is meeting you first thing in the morning, before you've had caf. Now, that is terrifying!"

"Oh, well, how about we talk about your irrational fear of bones?" You throw back at him, folding your arms. It's childish and pointless, but it's the best you have. Poe makes a shocked face and sits back in his chair.

"Um. No. That is not irrational. We've talked about this." He states firmly.

You open your mouth to reply as he stares you down, but Snap jumps in first.

"Will you two stop bickering already? It's like sitting with children."

“He started it,” you pout.

All Snap had done was ask how the mission had gone, and rather than telling his squadron about how he managed to crash your ship, Dameron had launched into the story about the sandstorm, which included wildly exaggerated impressions of you.

Snap gives you a soft nudge with his shoulder and a wink. "Don't let him get to you. He's only doing it because he likes you."

You splutter into your drink which only causes him to laugh, hard. You wipe your chin and stare at him with wide eyes. Surely he's not implying what you think he is.

"You know when boys pull your hair and run away because they like you? Guess Dameron never grew out of that." He shrugs, but he can't be serious. You've seen Poe woo girls with such an ease you were surprised it wasn't some Force talent. He's hardly one to hold back on saying outright what he wants, and as far as you know, you have never been on that list.

"Hmm, the last boy to pull my hair got a black eye in return. And I don't think that's the case here. Someone is just an ass." You raise your voice over the music loud enough that you know Poe can hear you.

You're expecting him to pipe up and defend himself, so you wait. And wait. But he's silent. Which is suspiciously not like Poe at all. You steal a glance over to him, but he simply sips his drink and refuses to meet your eyes. Your heart jumps for a second, but you push the feeling down. No. You know Poe, you’ve known him for months, and he was never going to see you in that way.

"You know what, I am not drunk enough for this. I'm getting another drink." You grumble, pushing yourself to your feet and making your way through the crowd to the bar. There is absolutely no way Snap is right. Dameron was just being an ass like he always is. He's a perfectly good guy, an excellent commander, incredibly good looking... and absolutely not interested in you.

You lean against the bar with a sigh and think back to the moment that started this entire discussion.

The wind picks up again as you work, causing fine needles of sand to pierce your skin. Not only is the heat suffocating, the sun burning down on you, but now the sand is also chafing against your exposed arms and legs.

"You know we wouldn't be in this position if you had listened to me! I told you that she couldn't go faster but you just had to try. Best pilot in the galaxy my ass." You shout above the howling winds, your feet sinking into the shifting sand, which makes your job all the more difficult.

"It's not my fault your ship can't take it! Why didn’t you get a better engine when I told you to? It has nothing to do with my flying!"

You pause to glare over at him, still trying to fix the blown fuses from your crash landing after he had tried to navigate an asteroid belt much quicker than the engine could take, causing you to come careening down on the planet. For a moment you're distracted by the way his hair is curling with sweat and the way his eyebrows pull together as he frowns at you. You blink yourself back out of that thought process. Admiring your commander, and more importantly your friend, was not a flight path to go down.

"Or you know. How about we just do what we were sent to and stop veering off course because you just can't possibly just follow orders, like a normal person?" You give him a sarcastic smile, and he rolls his eyes. The wind picks up again, roaring loudly around you. BB-8 beeps alongside you, bumping back and forth over the sand between you both.

"Yeah buddy, we know there's a lot of sand. I'm standing in it." Poe sighs. You've been here for hours now under the blazing sun trying to fix the ship. Both of you are tired, hot, and annoyed. Sighing, you lean your head against the side of the ship and feel the sweat trickle down the back of your neck. Of all places to crash land, it just had to be in the middle of the desert with nothing but sand in sight.

BB-8 lets out another series of beeps more panicked than the last. You glance over at them both.

"What…? " You start to ask, but the wind is too loud and swallows your words. You pause to watch them for a second, coughing as you get a mouthful of sand while trying to shout. You pull your scarf up over your mouth.

Though you can't hear them, you can see the change in Poe’s face when he looks down at the BB unit. At first he frowns, but then his eyes widen in panic, and he disappears around the other side of the ship, BB-8 rolling behind him.

Seconds later, you hear him give a muffled yell that's stolen by the wind again.

"I can't hear you." You shout back, the scarf muffling your words enough that you assume he can’t hear you either, blinking against the sand that's being kicked up into your eyes.

It's only then you notice it. You’d been too distracted by arguing before. Now, you notice the slow creeping darkness as the sun is blotted out, the haze building around you as the wind picks up more sand, scratching at the parts of your exposed skin. While it had been burning hot moments ago, a sudden coldness creeps over you, making you shiver with the sudden temperature change.

Stepping around the edge of the ship, you squint through the sand at Poe, who is yelling something you can't hear and gesturing over at the horizon. Confused, you shake your head at him then look up to the direction of his gestures. That's when you see it. A dark haze. Higher than any wave you've seen and moving quickly. At first look, it seems to be a dense fog shifting its way in clouds across the sand, but then you realise it itself is the sand, picked up by the wind. You’d heard of sand storms, but you’d never seen one for yourself, and the sheer scale of it freezes you in place. There's no way you can outrun it. You could try and get in the ship, but you’d disconnected the bay door in order to fix the damage, and there was no way to open it easily or quickly. You’re stuck.

Before the wall has even hit you, the haze becomes too much to be able to see. Poe and BB-8 disappear into the fog. The fear starts to creep up in your chest, squeezing the air from your lungs. You need to find them. You don't want to be alone, and stars, you don't know what you’d do if anything happened to either of them.

"Poe?" You yell in the direction you’d seen them last, blinded by the tiny shards of grit that hammer into your skin. You fumble around, keeping one hand on the ship and trying desperately to breathe through the panic squeezing your lungs. "I'm scared! I can't see anything!" A warm gloved hand closes over yours and tugs you forward hard. You stumble blindly, pulled along as the wind roars over you.

"I got you." Poe’s voice cuts through the noise as he pulls you down onto the ground on the opposite side of the ship. “Keep your head down and your eyes shut.” You feel his arms wrap around you as you whimper, the noise of the sand hitting the ship behind you almost deafening. The wind howls and the sand batters at you even with the protection of the metal at your backs. You can feel it gathering up around your feet and settling on your clothes and in your hair. Even through the scarf you have pulled up over your face, it feels as though the sand has invaded your lungs and settled there, scratching against your insides and making it hard to take a full breath. You're going to die here. You're going to be buried and suffocate under the sand.

"There's so much sand." You whimper, starting to shake. You don't want to die here. Not this way. It’s already too hard to breathe properly, and all you can think is what a terrible death this would be. Slow and painful.

"It'll be over soon." His voice is muffled but reassuring. "Don't worry. I got you, ok?"

You wrap your hands around his arm and hold on tightly to him, squeezing your eyes shut. Somewhere in your panicked brain you think about how close he is to you. How different the warmth from his body is to the warmth of the sun that had been beaten down just moments ago. The way he rests his head on yours and his arms hold you tightly while you struggle through.

"Just breathe. I got you." He reminds you gently.

You don't know how long it lasts. How long before the wind dies down and the heat of the sun comes back with an unnerving silence. It could have been minutes, but it feels like hours. You don't move, even after everything seems to die down and you can breathe steadily again. Part of you wants to think it's because of the storm, because you're scared, but another part of you knows it's because you're not ready to move yet, wanting to stay pressed against him for a second longer.

"I think you can let go of me now." Poe's amused voice brings you back to the heat of the desert and the quiet stillness. You immediately let go of his arm and scoot away from him, putting some distance between you before you pull the scarf down and blink against the sun, your eyes sore from the sand. Poe is already up on his feet and dusting himself down, shaking sand out of his dark curls while BB-8 beeps around his feet.

"Yeah, buddy, I know. I’m sorry I didn't listen.” He pats the BB unit gently and turns to you. “First sandstorm?”

You hate yourself for panicking. You hate yourself for panicking in front of him of all people. You hate the fact you're probably never going to hear the end of it. When you don’t answer, he strides over, taking both your hands and pulling you up to your feet before he starts to dust the sand off you. Once he seems to decide you're sufficiently clean of sand, he spins you around checking you over, before spinning you again.

"Stop, stop. I'm getting dizzy. What are you doing?" You laugh, finally coming back to your senses as he spins you again.

"I'm checking you’re ok. As your commander, I have to do a thorough job." You can hear the laughter in his voice, and it helps settle your frayed nerves. He turns you back to face him, keeping his hands on your upper arms as he looks you over with a suddenly serious expression.

"Are you ok?"

"Are you ok?" The noise of the bar rushes back to you, the loud vibration of the music, the chatter of voices, and the one voice you were sick of hearing today. He really just had to follow you over here, didn't he? Never a moment's peace with him around. You glance over, waiting for him to start up again with the teasing, but he's looking at you with genuine worry, one arm propped up on the bar, his brow furrowed as he studies you.

"Like I’d ever let you get to me." You quirk a grin at him. There's never any malice in his teasing, and while it annoys you, it also gives way to a soft easiness in your friendship that makes you adore him in a way you shouldn't.

"You're buying my drink though as payment for being an ass." You smile reassuringly.

Poe laughs and hands over the credits for both of your drinks. "Come on though. It was funny. I don't think I've ever heard you sound like that."

"Yeah, it was funny for you." You can feel the blush creeping up on your cheeks again. You know your reaction was probably over the top, but it still gave you a shiver of fear to think about what might have happened. Drowning in the sand.

"Aw, you don't need to be embarrassed. You did really well."

You give him a look that shows him just how much you believe him.

"I mean it! Sometimes I actually say nice things to you and mean them!" You scoff at that, trying to think of the last time he said something nice to you without a teasing edge to it.

"Sometimes. I didn't say often." He laughs, which has you breaking into a giggle and shaking your head.

You lapse into silence for a moment, listening to the swell in the music and staring down into your drink, watching the liquid swirl around the glass before you take a breath.

"Hey, what Snap said… it's not true, right? You know, just checking you're not acting like an immature child or anything. For the benefit of any other girls on base you might be mean to." You try to cover it up with a teasing tone, but you wince at your own words, immediately regretting them once they’ve left your mouth. You already know what the answer is going to be, and even worse, you’re sure he's going to know why you're asking. You consider ordering another few drinks to ensure you can forget this moment ever existed.

"Nah."

Even though you were expecting the answer, a wave of disappointment washes over you as Poe shakes his head. You nod at his answer and sip your drink. This is what you suspected, but it still stings. Probably for the best though.

"I just tease you because of how hot you look when you're pissed off."

For the second time that night, you splutter into your drink and turn to stare at him. Poe grins back at you with an easy confidence.

"I wasn't sure you felt the same until the storm, but the way you held onto me? That said all it needed to."

Oh, now your cheeks are absolutely burning with embarrassment. Quickly looking away from him, you take another gulp of your drink, hoping the alcohol will settle your hammering heart. You shouldn’t have said anything.

"Are you making fun of me, Dameron?" You meant it to sound light-hearted, playful, pissed off, anything but the sad way it ends up coming out. You can take his teasing, his flirting and even his outright anger, but you can’t take him making fun of you for this.

"Wh-no. No." He states firmly as you give him a dubious look. "I didn't mention it because I didn't want to make it awkward for us to work together if you said no. I like having you around, and if it meant I had to quietly admire you from a distance, then so be it." Poe shrugs as you finally draw your eyes back to him, trying to gauge how serious he is and how drunk he is.

He blinks back at you calmly, sipping his drink while he waits for you to process this. Sober and serious.

"I can kiss you if it'll make you believe me?" He offers with ease.

This is the Poe you know with girls. Easy. Straightforward. States what he wants. You swallow hard, your breath catching for a moment at the thought of his lips on yours. You finally look away from him back down to the drink grasped in your fingers, the heat in your face only increasing with each passing moment. He’s only doing it because he likes you.

"Has that line worked for you before, Dameron?” You tease him. Poe lets out a soft laugh.

“No. But is it working now?” He steps closer to you, close enough that his arm brushes against yours, and you can feel the warm heat from his body, so much different than a blistering sun. A soft, comforting warmth.

“I mean… I feel like you should at least be buying me dinner first?" You glance up in time to see Poe's face break into a wide grin.

"Yeah. Yeah, alright. A proper date then! I promise… we won't go anywhere with sand, and I'll only make fun of you for the first hour... maybe two."

You groan and put your head down on the bar. No, he was never going to let you live this down. But you find you don't mind as much now. That is, until he starts talking again.

"I'm scared." You lift your head to glare at him before you lean in, pressing your lips against his. And he's finally, thankfully, lost for words.

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Special thank you to @the-scandalorian for being my beta!

Taglist: @fett-ching ; @salome-c ; @mypedrom ; @pumpkin-stars @mbpokemonrulez ; @the-scandalorian ; @jitterbugs927

As always if you wish to be added/removed from the tag list please let me know.

(I promise eventually I'll post something not Poe related.... )

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ohmababypoe · 8 years ago

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Defector

Word Total: 1248…

Request: Anonymous asked: I know he isn't one of your usual, but could you write a Poe were the reader is Rey's little sister who is very very ill, deadly, but she somehow gets to the Rebel base with Finn and her sister and meets Poe and it's one of those cheesy love at first sight things. Maybe he helps her recover and keeps her light though she can feel her force going to the dark? And her force of the mind (like mind control and anything related to that is very strong) Thx

Pairing: Poe x Reader

“You were destined for another”

You could feel everything swirling around you, there was a deep echo on the deep of your soul calling your name, yet the pain didn’t subside. “Y/N! Y/N!” you could hear your sister, Rey; calling but the pain only intensified. You put your hands over your ears trying to mute the incessant voice in your head, but it was futile everything hurt. Even to the point that breathing was the least of your concerns. “You’re not for him”

The man with the dark attire and mask put his hand down and you hit the floor. “Leave her alone!”

The last thing you saw after you blackout was the man above you, looking down at you.

You opened your eyes as your body was lifted from the comfort of a makeshift bed. The Wookie was carrying you out of the Millennium Falcon. You hissed as the rays of your sun touched your skin. The talking around you was muffled by the pulsing sounds on your ears. Something cold touched your forehead. It was a woman’s hand, you weakly glanced at the woman that kindly smiled at you.

You were passed to the arms of a man, suddenly like magic; all the noise started to make sense. “Take her to the medical bay, Commander”

You glanced up at the Commander, he was looking down at you. There were several lacerations of his face. He smiled at you and the black spots appeared on your vision and then everything turned dark.

The beeping of the machines woke you up from your deep slumber. Your eyes fluttered opened and looked around the white lighted room. There were several old machines around you, the medical nurse droid beside you whirled around and glanced at you. “You’re awake”

“Shouldn’t I be?”

The pain had subsided, for the time being, there were only intervals were the pain was gone. But it came back stronger. “I apologize, but the sedative should have last an hour more” the electronic voice responded, you only nodded softly. Making sudden movements with your head made you dizzy. “I am going to get the doctor”

You only smiled and softly sat with your back against the metallic rest. “You are mine”

A nauseous sensation reached your stomach and you threw up. It was acidic burning your mouth and leaving a revolting sensation on your tongue. You had never had heard that voice in your life, by it was torturing you so much. It had started after that man with the mask had raised his hand.

“It’s strange, your nerve connections seemed fine. But the pain receptors said otherwise.” The medical droid said looking down the datapad.

“Well my head is not killing me anymore,” You said looking at the droid. “Maybe─”

“Oh! You’re awake”

You glanced at the door and saw the man that had carried you to the medical bay. “Commander Dameron,” the droid said turning its head and looking at Poe.

“Sorry, the General send me to check on her” the droid nodded and advanced to the entrance of the room.

“Everything looks fine on the scans other than that, I will say she is fine” the droid announced. “But we will keep here for observations for a few days more” the droid concluded

“Do you want something else?” You glance at Poe and shook your head cleaning the bread crumbs from your mouth. “You know I shouldn’t be eating this” you confessed guiltily looking down at the different arrange of fruit in front of you. “I don’t want to get you in trou─”

“It’s fine. I know how it is, to be on that side of the bed. Not comfortable at all. Besides, you need to get healthy I am showing you something” Poe said with a large smile on his face. You rolled your eyes shaking your head. “Come on, it’s not that bad”

You have been talking for the last few days with Poe. If it wasn’t for him, you’ll be bored out of your mind. Just nodding and listening to him about the Resistance was interesting, even though half of the time you have no idea who or what he was talking about. It was just something peaceful about the sound of your voice, it was soothing in a way.

“Base to Y/N”

You frowned as Poe shook his hand in front of you. “I am that boring?” Poe asked, shaking his head. You rolled your eyes and smiled at Poe. “Or I am that handsome you have to stare at me?” he winked at you and you blushed at the sudden action. “All you have to do is get on my X-Wing and I’ll go out with you” he added with a mischievous smile.

“I am not going to get near a ship ever, over my dead body”

You woke up panting, it was a strange dream. A man with curly black hair had appeared all of the sudden with tears in his eyes. You held your head as that hammering sensation invaded your head again. You stood up from the bed, everything was swirling around trying to get to the bathroom; that nauseous sensation had settled on your stomach.

“Y/N!”

Poe quickly puts a hand on your cheek as you winced as the pain intensified on your forehead. “Y/N, what’s going on? You’re so pale” his voice was full of concern. You bite your lip as something dark invaded your mind, it was strong. “Hey, look at me. Everything is fine, you’re safe here”

You nodded weakly as the pain started to fade. “Thank you” you lick your lips, your throat felt dry and raspy.

“What was that about?” Poe ask

“I don’t know”

You shake your head crossing your arms across your chest. “I am not going to get into that, besides it’s for a person only. I am not going to sit where there is no seat, Poe” You said looking at Poe. He just smiled and looked at you. “What? I am not going to sit on your knees, you pervert”

“I hate you so much,” You said crossing your arms across your chest as Poe passed his hands around your waist to touch the console in front of you.

“The love is mutual, Y/N”

The hairs of your back stood up as his breath fanned the back of your neck. “Shut up” there was a scarlet tint on your cheeks, you were not going to turn around and give Poe the satisfaction you were enjoying this. No way. “Just get this over with”

You felt his hand on yours. “Wha─ what a─ are you doing?” the first syllables came like stutter but you quickly got your composure back as you cleared your throat and tried to think of anything else but the fact that you sat on Poe’s lap and moving was not an option.

“I said I was going to show you how to fly, now the first thing─” you closed your eyes tightly. “You need to open your eyes” his breath was closer to you ear making you shuddered.

There was it again…

That strange sensation to go… away… “Y/N?”

You glanced up to look at Rey. “Hmmm?”

“Thinking about me?” Poe’s arm landed on your shoulder and you were shoved against his side. He looked down at you, you rolled your eyes.

“Can you not do it, in front of me?” Rey said

“Sorry, but your sister is irresistible”

“And you’re insufferable”

#Poe Dameron #Poe #Poe Dameron Imagine #Poe Dameron Imagines #Poe Imagine #Poe Imagines #Poe Dameron x Reader #Poe x Reader #TFA Imagine #TFA Imagines #Star Wars Imagine #Star Wars Imagines #PoexReader

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leiakenobi · 4 years ago

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WIP game (redux)

So @waatermelon-sugaar tagged me in the WIP game, and even though I’ve already done it, I also spent the past few days fleshing out and outlining or starting a few things that have been sitting on my ideas spreadsheet, so I figured I could play along again lmao

rules: post the names of all your files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that intrigues them and post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have fics

priest Blue

actor Santi

PoexReader reluctant goodbye

PoexReader The Way Way Back

PoexReader defensive spice runner

Damerey 90s college radio

Damerey Veronica Mars high school

#fanfic #my fic #evidently i'm going through a Poe Moment #i'm probably also going to write some more Michael and Nathan soon #but i haven't actually made docs yet and that's when they become more official #my fic concept to published fic pipeline is weird af i'm sorry

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trylenareborn · 5 years ago

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Coffee Break During Quarantine| Doctor!PoexReader

A/N: First time writing so don't have high hopes...

Warnings: SMUT, Bad writing...

The last few weeks had been crazy. Since the outbreak, you have been working non-stop and it didn't seem it would be over soon.

You and the rest of the residents, even the surgery residents have work on a system so everybody will take a nap or have a cup of coffee close.

It was your turn to give Poe, your friend, his coffee but you couldn't find him anywhere. Giving up you set the now cold coffee in the table and move to the shower, needing to feel clean and awake for a second. You were so sleep deprived you didn't see him at the door when you tried to go inside the bathroom and in consequence crashing against him.

His arms catch you before you fall and your eyes fall on his chest, his naked chest.

It is not the first time you see him this way but usually, you are not this tense and he is not dripping. You bite your lip as a moan tries to escape your mouth.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asks forgetting he was holding his towel with a hand that now was on your hip. The moment you step back it falls to the floor and your eyes follow the movement. You look at his dick, his above-average dick. You would try to make a joke about this but your brain was in blank as you stare at him. He quickly reaches down and takes the towel to cover himself.

“Sorry, I thought I was alone.” He was blushing and you were quiet.

You don't know what made you push him back to the bathroom closing the door behind you. “Are you okay with this?” You ask with your hand in the locking system of the door giving him the choice to leave and forget this.

For a moment he stares at you, thinking you were joking but the moment he realizes this isn't a joke he lets the towel fall back and pushes you against the door to kiss you and lock the door.

You want to put your hands on him but he is pushing your clothes off your body and kissing your neck and you barely remember how to breathe. It has been a long time since you have done this, with your job it is always difficult to have a life.

Once you are in your underwear you tried again to touch him but he is already kissing his way down your body.

“Fuck Y/N… You are so gorgeous...” He moans as he kneels on the floor looking at you as if you were everything. His hands finally leave you as naked as he is. Expertly he takes your leg on his shoulder and kisses the inside of your thigh letting your hand grab his wet curls. You wanted to say something to him but in that moment you feel his tongue have his first taste of you and all you can do is moan his name.

“Poe…” You grind your hips against his face loving how good this felt. One of his hands moves down on your stretch leg until is gone. When you look down you see him touching himself and he groans against you. “Fuck Poe… I am close…” Your sounds just make him move faster on you and himself.

You tug hard against his hair the moment your orgasm crashes over you and you feel his cum fall on your foot as he keeps drink of you. After a lot of panting, he gets up and kisses you again.

You were about to touch him but a loud sound comes from the door. “Poe? Y/N? Where the hell are you…” One of the attendings calls.

“I am here but I don't know where Y/N is… I will look for her once I am out…” Poe is quick to respond. You hear the other person leave and you look at Poe a bit in panic. Did you just destroy your friendship?

“God sugar… I wanted to ask you out first…” He giggles hiding his face on your neck.

“Really?” You smile cupping his face and making him watch your eyes.

He kisses you again. “Unfortunately we can't stay here. I will go but you take a shower, make sure it's cold. I don't think we will get another break.” He cleans himself with a smirk and puts his towel around his hips. “But once the shift is over I am taking you home..” You smile as he leaves wondering what will happen now.

Part 2

#Poe Dameron #Poe Dameron x Reader #Doctor!Poe #Doctor!Poe x Reader #Smut #Poe Dameron Smut

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anime-alyssa · 6 years ago

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Hey lovely!! Could you maybe do a PoexReader where they have to share a bed on a mission and it leads to some smutty goodness?

hello!!! thank you so much for this!!! i hope it is acceptable!! smut below the cut

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bunk mates.

You and Poe are on a mission on Tattooine, and due to limited resources if you want to get some sleep the two of you must share a bed on the ship.

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You were one of the smartest people in the whole of the Resistance. Poe was the best pilot and fighter of the Resistance. Between the two of you, you both were able to accomplish anything that General Organa threw at you. So when she had assigned you to go with Poe to Tatooine for a top-secret mission you didn’t hesitate to say yes. You and Poe got on good, you enjoyed his company and plus, he wasn’t exactly hard to look at. You were attracted to him though you wouldn’t admit it to anyone. So it was a no-brainer accepting the mission.

You got to Tatooine when the sun was just about going down. You had parked the jet not to far away from civilization, but not in the middle of nowhere as to avoid Jawas. After Poe ensured the ship was secure he came to find you in the bridge.

“Alright, we’re settled for the night. Locals are saying a sandstorm is coming so I’ve fully secured the ship for the night. Only issue is there’s one bunk, two of us. And it’s hot.” Poe said, throwing his jacket on the seat next to you. Your breath hitched in your throat, anxiety surfacing in you. Only one bunk? You wouldn’t particularly mind sharing a bunk with him if it wasn’t for the fact that you were so attracted to him. “I can sleep in one of the chairs in here, you can take the bunk. I don’t mind.” he said, leaning back in the chair he threw his jacket on.

“You should take it - you’re the one that needs rest more.” you urged him. His droid beeped next to him, stating that you both needed rest and you could both fit - tightly. “The droid isn’t wrong. We both need rest equally.” Poe nodded and sighed, knowing his droid was right and that they needed rest.

“I don’t mind sharing if you don’t.” He said to you.

“I don’t.” You said as you felt your heart start beating faster in your chest. Poe looked startled as you gave your answer, swallowing as he nodded. You took the first step and took off your jacket, leaving it on your chair that you were sitting on. “I promise I don’t kick. Or at least Kaydel didn’t tell me if I did.” you said, trying to joke around to ease your anxiety as you laid closest to the wall.

“You and Kaydel had to share a bunk once?” He asked, sliding in next to you. It was a tight squeeze, but luckily not to uncomfortable. Your anxiety still spiked and you were nervous, and he must have sensed it because he looked nervous too. Which was a first. His droid said it was going to attach itself to the charging station and power down for the night, turning the lights out for the ship in the process. Poe gave a nod as it did exactly that.

“Yeah, on our first covert mission on Naboo a while back. Ship was short a bunk, and considering that Kaydel and I were roommates in training we didn’t entirely mind having to get close.” you said to him, rambling. The ship started to rattle a bit, the sandstorm outside of it starting to go in full effect.

“Can’t say I’ve ever had to share a bunk. Finn was willing to sleep on the floor last time I was put in this predicament.” he said.

“I suppose we gotta do what we gotta do. Night, Poe.” you said to him, rolling onto your side and slightly curling up. He hummed in response and you tried to close your eyes and sleep. He was quiet beside you but you had a funny feeling that he was pretty much in the same boat as you - he couldn’t sleep. Why he couldn’t sleep was a mystery to you but you knew that you were too worked up over your feelings for him to even think about sleeping. You knew that you wouldn’t be able to sleep all night.

Minutes passed and you finally thought you heard his breathing even out, signaling that he was asleep. You let out a frustrated sigh, hearing a chuckle come from behind you.

“You can’t sleep either?” he asked. You groaned as you turned yourself back to face him, nodding. He looked about as wide awake as you did, and you had a feeling you both were going to be up a while longer.

“Have a few things on my mind.”

“Same. Can I confess something?” Poe asked. You nodded back to him, psychically able to feel your heart about to beat right out of your chest. “I like you, a lot. When Leia asked us to do this… I probably said yes a little too fast, honestly. I was going to tell you how I feel at a different time, a better time - but no time like the present, I guess.” he said to you, looking over at you adoringly. Were you dreaming? Did he just confess his feelings to you - the same ones that you felt? You never got this lucky.

“I feel the same way, Poe. I have for a while…” you stuttered out, seeing his eyes start to glow. Your anxiety only calmed a very little bit at the relief that he felt the same way that you did - but now sharing this tiny bunk with him only made things a little more awkward.

“Well, that’s a relief.” he breathed out, feeling better himself. Still, now there was a new tension between you two that couldn’t be ignored anymore. You had confessed how you felt about each other - in a very tight bunk. Someone had to do something, but who was going to make the first move? Evidently, Poe decided ‘screw it’ and leaned over to kiss you, smoothly sliding on top of you. You briefly gasped before you decided to just enjoy it. He pulled away from you quickly, looking semi-apologetic. “Sorry. I don’t want to get myself carried away.” he said.

“Well, we can’t sleep.” you said suggestively. He smirked quickly before he leaned down to kiss you again.

“That we can’t. Tell me when to stop, okay?” he asked. You nodded back and that was when he started to kiss you deeper, a hand going to the back of your head to bring you closer to him. You decided to bring him closer to you as well, assisting him in dipping his hips to meet yours and feeling his hard-on through his pants. If he was embarrassed he didn’t seem to show it as his tongue started to explore your mouth and his hand explored your body, running up every curve you had. You decided to start doing the same thing, trailing one of hands up his chest, holding onto his shirt tightly. Once his hand went under your shirt to cup a breast you knew that you wanted him - bad - and your body reacted like you did because you let out a soft moan. Poe stopped kissing you for a moment and looked down at you. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes.” you said quietly.

“If anything hurts or you don’t like it, tell me, okay?” Poe said to you. You nodded in response as he gently slid your shirt off your body- exposing your chest to him. The air hitting it gave you a small chill - but to big because it was so hot in the ship and Poe was extremely close to you. Sweat was starting to form on his forehead as he stripped of his shirt as well, leaving you both topless as he crashed his lips back down onto yours and took a hand, cupping a breast gently massaging it. Once more you let out a moan and Poe put his lips to your neck, lining soft kisses from your neck all the way down to the opposite breast where he took your nipple in his mouth and started gently sucking at it.

You breathed out another moan as his mouth did wonders to your body. You felt yourself wanting him more and more, the heat in your legs becoming nearly unbearable. You took a risk and moved your hands to his hips, trying to slide his pants off his body. He took the hint and helped you out, briefly taking his lips off your body to make sure he got his pants off quickly. You couldn’t see the size of him as the space was so tight, but you felt him now resting on your pants. Poe quickly tore your pants off your body and threw them to the side, now leaving the both of you naked. You felt his hardened member on the inside of your thigh rubbing against your skin.

“Turn over.” Poe whispered in your ear. You did as he said, him making enough room for you to turn over, laying on your stomach. Poe worked to raise your hips up gently and spread your legs open. “Tell me if it hurts, alright?” You nodded in response as Poe lined himself up with your entrance and pushed himself in gently, filling you up. You gasped at the feeling of him stretching you open, causing him to pause about halfway through.

“Keep going.” you said to him. Poe leaned over and pressed a kiss to your shoulder as he slowly filled you all the way, lingering still for a few moments. Poe steadied himself putting his hands over yours and started to gently thrust, his breath hitching. The friction between the two of you pleasured you more than you could ever imagine as he slid in and out of you with ease. You were tight around his cock but your juices helped glide him in and out of you easier. He started to pace himself, gently moving in and out of you. Poe was moaning deeply in your ear, the tightness of your pussy around his cock feeling incredible.

“So tight… Feels so - ugh - good.” Poe said to you as he broke his slow and gentle pace to thrust into you hard. You let out a moan as he kept going, your angle allowing him to fill you completely each time he thrust. You felt more heat building up in your belly as he thrusted more, the feeling of a release coming to you. The both of you were sweaty and sticky, skin slapping against skin loudly and the aroma of sweat and sex filling the bunk. He grunted and groaned, panting for breath the harder he thrust. “So good, so good…” he moaned into your ear, taking one of his hands off of yours and moving it in between your legs, fingers dancing over your clit.

“Fuck! Poe!” you moaned loudly as your knees buckled, Poe using his other arm to hold you up and keep his pace. He pulled your hips closer to his and railed into you with a force that you didn’t know he had in him and you started to scream his name. “Poe! Oh fuck - Poe!” you shouted as you felt your orgasm take over your body, collapsing on the bunk under you and Poe following as his cock twitched inside of you and you felt him release his thick ropes of cum inside of you.

The two of you laid together for a while, not saying anything, just panting with each other trying to catch your breath. Poe got the blanket up and covered the two of you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“I don’t think we’ll have any problem sleeping now.” he said to you, pressing a kiss on your forehead. You laughed as you slept soundly.

#poe x reader #poe dameron x reader #myshit

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blkgirl-writing · 5 years ago

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Hi! Could I request a PoexReader reuniting after the Battle on Exegol (and she was with Rey during that battle)?

Million times yes! 😭 I love my baby fly boy so much.

#x reader #poe dameron x reader smut #imagine #poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe x reader #star wars smut #star wars imagine #star wars fanfiction #star wars x reader #star wars

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beldroxramscal · 4 years ago

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Every time I read your writing I’m amazed how well written they are and this one just fucking destroyed me.

help I can't stop thinking about what makeouts with Poe would be like

anon, you're not the only one. i've been thinking about this non-stop since reading your message because let's face it - oscar isaac is a kisser. so by default, poe has some of the best kisses.

poe has many ways that he enjoys kissing you and these often vary in length and location.

there's the early morning kisses, shared in the peaceful lull of his bed before the reality of the day has had chance to sink in. those kisses are always the softest as well as the slowest; his lips gently grazing against yours between quiet murmurs of "good morning, sweetheart" and dancing across the skin of your jaw while asking, "how did you sleep?" they’re a greeting, welcoming you to another day shared with him; another morning waking up, wrapped in his embrace.

there’s the ‘goodbye’ kisses, shared amongst the heightened awareness that this time could always be the last; these kisses may be the last chance you get to feel those lips against your own. these are the moments of remembering every detail from the feel of poe’s stubble to the way his lips close over your lower lip and then your upper one, offering equal attention to both. it’s the slow build, the pleading requests of “come back to me,” and the affirmation of “always.” that naturally follows, flowing so easily as any call and response would. and afterwards, in those quiet seconds with his forehead pressed to yours, you’re reminded of just how much you hate these kisses because they always end with watching your pilot leave.

but poe’s favourite way of kissing you is right after your laughter, at that point of the steady come-down when your smile still lingers on your lips and the happiness is written all over your face. he loves the way it always draws him in and embraces him with a warmth he’ll always crave. it’s that moment when he reaches for you and settles a hand against the side of your neck, right beneath your ear. and no matter how many times this has happened during your time together, the excitement of what’s coming is like the first time all over again. his eyes make their routine checks, first meeting yours and then dropping to your lips - by now, poe has every part of those lips stored to memory, but that doesn’t stop him from taking a moment to study their beauty before kissing you.

poe is a natural born leader and even when kissing you, this is very clear. he's always the first to slip his tongue so slowly into your mouth while dipping his head a little. it's the familiarity of his warmth and his taste, mixed so wonderfully with the soft exhale of air down his nose when your fingers bury themselves into his hair. the build comes so naturally as you both seek the feeling of existing together -- no other cares or worries, just you and poe, getting lost in the deepness of the kiss. and even when you gently pull back for breath, poe's lips follow, stealing a kiss or two more before he gives you one of those satisfied smiles while brushing the side of his nose against yours. but you know, just as much as he does, it's a satisfaction that will only last a few seconds before you're drawn together again.

#poexreader #fic rec

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tintinwrites · 5 years ago

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Hi! I am looking for a fic and I don't know if it is yours but I can't find it and I am losing my mind. Can you help? It was a 2 part poexreader fic where they get captured, they toture reader in front of him, almost rape her and carve poe's initials into her hip. Then finn comes and rescues them but poe feels shitty and doesn't talk to reader for a while. I have been trying to find this since yesterday and it drives me crazy. Do you know how can I find it?

Yes sirree that is ‘what kind of fool am i’ and here is part one and part two!!

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poeticandors · 5 years ago

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hiiii i was wondering if you could help me find a poexreader fic poe and reader have what they think is a one night stand but the next morning reader has a job interview with poe to babysit his kid thaksss

Oh shit that is MINE 🥰 it’s called Cut to the Feeling, and it’s on my master list. (I still need to update it but there are two parts posted)

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beldroxramscal · 4 years ago

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Me: *is scared of flying, small spaces and space*

This fic: *exists*

Me:

If every flying lesson is like this and I never have to take off I’m getting my license.

Strike Three

(Oneshot)

Poe Dameron X Fem Reader

(Friends to lovers)

Word count : 6.5k (ish)

Warnings: 18+; Explicit; NSFW; PIV; Language; gagging, almost voyeurism?; mild dom vibes; (I promise the last three are not hardcore)

Summary: Poe, against his better judgement, finally agrees to teach you to fly. But after a confession things take an unexpected turn and you get a lot more than a flying lesson...

A/N : This is a loose prequel to A Sincere Apology.

Each story in the series can be read completely independently of the others.

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"Dameron… Poe." You sigh, softening your approach. "Be reasonable." You appeal for the 100th time while leaning against his X-Wing.

"No." He answers for the 100th time. "Go ask someone else and get off my ship."

"I did." You respond through gritted teeth, standing up properly. "I asked everyone. They said that you said no."

It's a similar conversation you've been having for weeks. You'd ask Poe to teach you to fly. He'd say no, citing a variety of reasons that were only getting more ridiculous. Time, the ships needed repairing, he was too busy, too tired, the "vibes" were off and once because he couldn't find one of his shoes - which somehow turned up in a bunk three doors down. It almost always ended in an argument and one of you storming off.

But now you’re quickly reaching the end of your patience and this time you’re not going to back down.

You've known Poe a long time and have always gotten along well. He has always been happy to spend time with you, telling you about his missions and flights, harmlessly flirting with an easy banter that has your heart jumping. Not that you would ever admit that to him. There’s no way you need him to know how you think about him late at night, alone in your bunk. He would never let you live it down. But something about teaching you to fly has him riled up in a way you haven’t seen before.

"Guess you're out of luck then." His voice brings you back to the noise of the hangar, the clattering of tools, the shouts, the roar of engines, the sharp smell of engine oil and smoke. You watch him while he carefully screws the loose panel back onto the X-Wing with easy dexterity.

"Why are you so grumpy lately? You used to be fun." You tease with a smile hoping to soften his edges a little before your next demand. His BB unit beeps in agreement with you.

"Why are you so annoying lately? And why are you taking her side?" He glares at the BB unit but you can see the corners of his mouth twitch even as he tries to give you a serious look.

"I’m a delight to be around, Poe Dameron, and you know it. So does BB-8." You flick one of the lighter metal bolts at him and it bounces harmlessly off his shoulder. Poe barely acknowledges it, raising an eyebrow at you as it clatters along the floor before going back to his work.

"Go pick that up. It's a hazard." You roll your eyes so hard it hurts but you do as he says anyway. BB-8 lets out another series of beeps, rolling around your feet.

"Yeah... I know, right? Grumpy!"

You lean back against the ship and he gives you a glare but this time, you don't move. "So. Tell me why."

"Why what?" His sigh lets you know this conversation is about to go the way it always does. You're pushing his buttons but you're not going to stop.

"Tell me honestly why you won't let me fly. Do that and I'll leave you alone. I won't bother you about it again." You watch his fingers pause in their work, stilling against the cold metal of the ship, but he doesn't look at you. "And I don't want bullshit excuses this time. I'll know if it is." You add, while he continues to frown at the X-Wing. You wait. You don't move so much as a single toe waiting him out while he decides what to do.

"Because I don't want you flying for the Resistance." He confesses, still refusing to look at you.

The confession hits you like a blaster to the chest and you blink, momentarily lost.

"What?" Is all you manage to get out.

"If I teach you to fly, you'll want to fly straight into battle for the Resistance. I know you." He throws the spanner into the toolbox with an audible clang and a sigh. "You fly and you get hurt, then that's on me. Now drop the topic."

"What? No... You don't know what I will or won't do.” You start in protest, but it’s easy to read the look on his face and your next words soften with a sigh. “And it wouldn't be on you. It would be on me." You watch him as he checks his work. His fingers softly trail across the metal and you swallow hard, momentarily distracted by what those same hands would feel like touching your skin in that way.

"I can make my own choices." You eventually manage to get out as he finally takes his hands from the ship.

"Fine. Then tell me honestly that it hasn’t crossed your mind." He folds his arms as he pins you in place with a firm stare. You could lie. It's on the tip of your tongue. But you've never lied to him before and you find you don't want to start. So you say nothing, fidgeting under his intense gaze. He nods with an affirmative noise in his throat, his suspicions confirmed. Then, without saying anything, he turns on his heel to walk away from you.

Usually, this would be the end of the conversation. But you're not letting this go. Oh no, not this time. This time, he's going to listen. You run in front of him, turning to hold out your hands to make him stop. He sighs and raises an eyebrow at you, looking as unimpressed as possible. You push down the heat that starts to flood you with that look.

"Poe, listen to me. Everyone makes their own choices and that's not your fault. Stop taking on other people's decisions as your own. You're not responsible for that." You know that's always been his problem, but now more than ever, he can’t seem to let it go.

"Anytime you want to fly, I'll take you up. Anytime. I like having you up there with me." He's appealing to you to drop it. He's played this tactic many times before and you've fallen for it every single time. He's flown you more times than you can count, rolling ships through space in self assured controlled maneuvers while you scream and giggle in the passenger seats. Some of your favorite memories have been those times. Flying alone with him. But the need to do this is overwhelming. You need this.

"It's not the same as being in control. You of all people know that, Poe. How many times have you told me you love to fly because out there, there's nothing holding you back?” You pause for a breath, taking a moment to read his expression before deciding to continue. “I want to experience that for myself... But you're the one holding me back" You admit quietly.

He looks at you for a long time, his eyes searching your face for something you're not quite sure of and for a moment, you aren't even sure he heard you over the clattering of tools and work going on around you.

Eventually he speaks, looking away across the hangar where the empty spaces from missing ships create a louder noise than anything else in the room.

"We've lost a lot of good, experienced pilots. We've lost a lot of people. I've lost a lot of people. I don't want to lose another one." The confession hangs heavy in the air between you.

"Poe… Am I any safer down here? Is anyone? What if I needed to get off the ground for some reason? Or get our people off the ground?" You reason, taking a step closer to him. "You're not going to lose me just from teaching me to fly."

"At least on the ground you're not flying head first into danger!"

"Like you." You reply flatly. Poe shakes his head and tries to step around you. You know him well enough to anticipate it and step in front of him again.

Poe sighs, taking your shoulders in a gentle grip before moving you out of his way. You stubbornly dig your heels into the ground, but he's a lot stronger and it's not hard to move you. "It's different. I've been flying since I was a kid. I know what I'm doing up there."

Undeterred, you follow him around the other side of the ship. "Poe... we've all lost people. We all have people who didn't make it home. I understand, I do. But this is bigger than just us and you know that." Your tone is soft. You understand. Of all people, you understand. Nothing terrifies you more than seeing him go with the very real risk of never returning. "I'm not just going to run off in a ship into a battle. I'm just asking you to teach me to fly and then… I don't know what will happen from there. I really don't know, but I want this. And I want you to teach me. Please?"

The silence stretches out between you, only filled by distant shouts and the soft rumblings of life on the base.

"Fuck." Poe slams his hand against the ship in a loud thunk which draws the attention of several people nearby and causes the BB unit to let out a series of worried beeps, before his shoulders slump. He runs his hand across the metal of the ship, mumbling an apology to the machine. Taking a deep breath, he glares at you. Maker, the heat that had been building sears across your skin in a way it really shouldn't, but your body isn't listening.

"One lesson. On the ground. Absolutely for emergency use only and after that, you stop pestering me about it and never ask again. Deal?" You consider it. It's not what you want but at this point, it's better than you've gotten before and you know pushing him is only going to make him dig his stubborn heels in more. You can negotiate terms after lesson one.

"Deal."

The junkyard is as deserted as you thought it would be. At the other end of the base, it’s a quieter spot that no-one really came to, unless they were here to salvage ship parts. You follow Poe, winding your way through half broken ships and supply crates.

"Did I finally break you? Are you bringing me here to murder me? Because you know I keep a vibroblade in my boot and friends or not, I will take you down if forced." You threaten lightly, attempting to lift the mood a little. The knife had been a gift on Life Day from Poe and you always carried it as you promised you would. A constant reminder of him and his personal mission to keep you safe.

"In case you get into trouble and I'm not there to save you." Poe had winked, handing it to you. You smile at the memory.

"That seems like a terrible place to keep it. I'll get you a thigh holster." Poe muses, more to himself than you. Frowning, you look over at him. He's been oddly distracted all morning. Somewhere in his own thoughts and not quite his usual playful self. It's something you can't quite put your finger on but you shrug it off as he comes to a stop at the side of an X-Wing that has clearly seen better days.

"Here we are! Jump in." You look over the ship. It's obvious it hasn't been used in a while, covered in a fine layer of grime and dust. Dents and scratches along the paintwork show its lifetime of war.

"She's an older ship, but still good! T-65 Tandem X-Wing. They don't build them anymore but it's not like I could teach you in mine. You'd end up sitting on my lap." Poe jumps up onto the ladder and starts climbing with a fluid ease you imagine you would never master.

"What a terrible thing that would be." You mutter to yourself quietly, watching him disappear over the side of the ship.

"What?" He shouts down from the cockpit but you shake your head.

"Nothing, just thinking out loud." You push away the thought of sitting on his lap. "Don't we need flight suits?"

"Not flying." His reply drifts down to you as he settles into the Co-pilot seat.

Rolling your eyes, you haul yourself up the ladder into the small cockpit. Easing yourself into the pilot's chair, the spark of excitement that's been growing all morning roars into a fire. You run your fingers over the controls lightly. It's filthy. The entire ship is filthy but you don't care. No matter how many times you've flown with people. No matter how many ships you've seen. Something just hits different about being a pilot, even if it's only on the ground.

"Does this thing even still fly?" You breathe excitedly.

"Of course she does. But I'm not taking you up when you don't know how to fly. You'd end up killing us both and then the Resistance would be down their best pilot. Nobody would miss you, though." Poe teases with a laugh.

"So you might take me up after?" You swivel around in the chair as best you can to look at him, surprised by how close he actually is in the small cockpit, his legs almost either side of yours. You allow yourself just a second to take in the brown eyes, the dark stubble peppering his chin, his full lips and the unimpressed frown he gives you.

"No. On the ground only was our deal." Letting out a dramatic sigh you turn back to the controls.

Worth a try

"The controls are different. I've not seen a set up like this before. I only read up on our X-Wings." You admit. You're more than read up on them. You’ve read every book. Every schematic. Everything you could dig out and everything Poe would tell you until he'd eventually told you to stop asking questions.

"It's not so different, don't worry. Once you get used to it, most ships are about the same." Poe reassures you. "I already disconnected the power so press away until your heart's content. Won't hurt anything."

"How am I supposed to learn if I can't actually see anything?" You complain, twisting around in your seat again. "Come on, Poe, this isn't a flying lesson. I know we aren't flying but really you didn't have to disconnect everything. Overkill." You pout.

"Yes, it is. This is how everyone learns for the first time. I don't need you accidently blowing up the rest of the Resistance because that would be extremely inconvenient. Now, stop your complaining and let me teach." He gives you a look of warning. One that tells you he absolutely is not putting up with your shit today. Obediently, you turn back around on your chair. You'd wear him down eventually. There will be more lessons in your future.

Poe goes through the basics with you. Describing safety checks and having you tap the right buttons, flip the right switches and repeat the steps back to him. You can hear the passion in his voice when he speaks. The way he knows without looking exactly where to locate everything. The way his excitement builds as he describes every step of his flying routine to you. You know it. You've watched the way his hands fly across the controls a hundred times but there's something about the way he talks that brings a soft smile to your lips and allows you to get lost in his voice.

"Did you find it?"

You stare at the console, tapping one of the buttons in front of yourself while having absolutely no idea what you’re looking for after you allow yourself a moment of distraction.

"This one, right?" You tap one of the buttons on the console.

"I don't know, I can't see from here... what's it looks like?"

"It's blue. I think. Might be grey. When was the last time anyone cleaned here?" You complain, scrunching up your nose and using your sleeve to wipe some of the dust off the console. "Yeah, it's blue."

You hear Poe's head bang against the seat behind you with a groan of your name. "How many blue buttons are there in front of you?"

"Um... one, two, three… hang on, I gotta wipe the others-"

"Okay, no. This isn't working. I can't see what you're doing. Scoot forward." You hear him clattering around behind you and turn to see him climbing out of his seat. "Forward. Scoot. I need to sit behind you so I can see what you're doing."

"Um… Okay." You shuffle forward as far as you can in the seat, just about creating enough room for Poe to slide in behind you, his legs on either side of yours, every inch of him pressed against your back. It's cramped and uncomfortable in more ways than one. Heat flares through you and you try to push it down once more. You've been this close before. So why does this suddenly feel so much more intimate?

"This button." Poe sighs, leaning over and pointing out a completely different blue button on the console. "Right. Think you can find the Accelerometer or shall I point that out, too?" You want to turn and glare at his tone but you can't.

"Hey, be nice! I'm trying! You've been so freaking grumpy the past few days! You need to get laid." Preferably by me, you think to yourself and then immediately try to shake the thought. You can not think like that.

Poe doesn't answer you for a long moment but you feel him take a breath. Maker, what is wrong with him today? You put your hand on the Accelerometer.

"Okay, don't hold it too tightly. You just want to cup it gently then your other hand on the flight stick." You position your hand as per his instructions. His breath is hot against your neck, his body pushed against yours in the small confines of the ship. You don't remember your mouth being suddenly so dry before.

The familiar warmth of Poe’s calloused hands cover yours, loosening your fingers slightly. "Light touches. You want to be able to move your hands. X-wings are made to be agile. You only need a soft touch to get them to obey." You swallow hard. Maker, what is wrong with both of you today? You need to get a handle on yourself.

"Now just push forward slowly, you don't wanna give her too much all at once, just ease a little at a time to get her going before you go full force." He murmurs in your ear. The heat that had been flooding through you turns up a few degrees and the already small confines of the cockpit suddenly seem much, much smaller. You lean forward into the controls slowly, Poe's hand guiding yours.

"You'd feel a bite if we had the engine on. You need to wait for it to pull back a little. It won't be much. It'll be gentle, but there. Just a little nip." He's doing this on purpose. He has to be doing this on purpose so you'll end the lesson early. Jokes on you, Dameron.

"Take your left hand and find the button for the commlink." You move to look over the console, but Poe stops you.

"No, look forward. You need to see where you're going at all times. Eyes forward. You need to learn to feel them with your hands without looking." You reach out blindly, fumbling across the buttons. "Take your time. Feel around each button. Get to know it. The shape. The texture. How hard you need to push." His hand takes yours, directing you to the right one, guiding your fingers around the edges, letting you feel the shape, then across the top before pressing down gently.

"Not everything needs full force. Sometimes just a little pressure is all you need, sometimes a little more. Some buttons will be harder than others." You're sure at this point he can probably feel your pulse fluttering as your heart attempts to escape your chest and the heat burns through your clothes. You press your thighs together at the building pressure between your legs, feeling the wetness gathering there.

No. No, you absolutely need to concentrate. Poe is a pilot first and foremost and you know if he thinks your concentration is wavering he will end the lesson. You’re not falling for his stupid plan.

Only, your body isn't listening and all you can focus on is how close he is to you. The heat from his body only adds to the temperature in the cockpit, his hands still resting lightly over yours. You're already so wet just from his voice in your ear and his body pressed against you that you have no idea how to survive the rest of the lesson.

You shuffle your hips, trying to find a more comfortable place for your legs and you freeze when Poe lets out a soft moan behind you, his fingers momentarily tightening against yours before he freezes.

"Poe?" Your tongue feels thick in your mouth as you swallow. You want to tell yourself you may have misheard him but this close together, pressed against each other, there's no hiding his arousal that's making itself known against your lower back.

He doesn't answer you, but neither does he remove his hands from over yours.

"A-Are you… Okay??" You stutter out after a long moment of silence.

"Your bunk mate told me yesterday that you say my name sometimes in your sleep." The heat that had been pooling in your lower parts suddenly rushes to your face and you're glad he's behind you so he can't see your burning cheeks. So this is why he's been acting so strangely around you. "I don't remember you ever talking in your sleep when we've shared a room."

Maker, you want the floor to swallow you. For Kylo Ren to land in front of you. For the base to blow up. Anything. Stars, anything at all to avoid this. You'd been sure your bunk mate had been fast asleep at the time Poe’s name had been a whimper on your lips, as you worked yourself through a trembling climax.

You don't answer him. Instead, you stare forward so hard that your eyes blur and you're surprised the heat flooding your face hasn't melted the transparisteel.

Poe's hands move from yours and you prepare yourself for him to leave, except, he doesn't move anything but his hands. They find a home instead on your legs, his thumbs gently stroking the inside of your thighs through the thin material of your trousers. His lips ghost your neck, barely touching your skin, just enough to leave a tingle where they pass by.

"I don't think you were asleep. Were you?" He places one solitary kiss to your neck and it burns with a heat that seeps through your veins and pools in your abdomen. His hands squeeze your thighs as his tongue swipes a line down your neck, making you shiver with desire and you have a fleeting fear about leaving a wet patch on the seat if he keeps this up.

"No. I wasn't." You breathe out, finally finding your voice. Damn your honesty. He lets out a groan against your neck, raising one hand to pull the collar of your shirt out of the way before peppering kisses along your collarbone and shoulder. Your hands tighten on the ship's controls as your eyes drift closed, enjoying the sensation of his lips and the scratch from his stubble on your skin.

"Poe..." you whisper, tilting your head.

"Do you want me to stop?" He breathes against your burning skin.

"No… Wait. Yes." You mumble, distracted by his hand softly trailing up your thigh dangerously close to touching you exactly where you want him to. Poe pulls his hands back like he's burnt and you shake your head, realising what you said and wishing you could turn around. "No, I mean I don't want you to stop! It's just...Maker, do you know how fucking uncomfortable it is sitting like this?"

You feel him shaking with laughter against you before the sound bubbles up and out of his mouth, filling the junkyard. His hands wrap around your waist, pulling you back against him as he laughs into your neck. You can't help but start to giggle.

"I'm serious, Poe! I can't feel my legs anymore!" You laugh.

"Oh, well, that won't do. You're going to want to feel this." And just like that, your laughter is replaced by a deep seated raw need that floods through you.

"Out." One word. His entire tone changes. It's low and commanding. And stars, that's all it takes to have you scrambling up out of the seat.

Poe climbs down first, you wait until he's at the bottom before making your descent. You don't have to see him to be able to feel his gaze burning into you, caressing each part of you without a touch. When you're close enough to reach, Poe rests his hands lightly on your hips, guiding you down and turning you gently to face him as you reach the floor. You lean back against the ladder when he steps up close to you.

His thumb brushes lightly against your cheek, as he rests his hand on the side of your neck, drawing you close to him as his lips find yours. He kisses you slowly, teasing your mouth open to slide his tongue between your teeth as he presses you back against the cold metal of the ladder. You moan into the kiss, tangling your hand in his soft curls. Poe pulls away first, taking your bottom lip in his teeth and tugging it gently. His eyes ask questions he doesn't need to speak.

"My bunkmate is on nights. She'll be asleep. My room is off limits." You breathe against his lips, his fingers trailing against your skin under the bottom of your shirt.

"Mine are too far. Not walking through the base like this." Poe groans, pressing his body against you before he gives you a sudden devilish grin. "Come on." He grabs your hand tightly, dragging you across the junkyard and between a stack of supply crates in the far corner. You stumble along behind him before he slides to a stop between the crates. It's dark and quiet, at the very back of the junkyard, hidden mostly from view.

"Poe what are you-" He presses you back against the crates, his lips finding home against yours once more cutting you off. You allow yourself to be taken over by his kisses, his fingers back under your shirt exploring your skin.

"I still want my flying lesson." You warn him as he kisses the corner of your mouth, working his way across your jaw to your neck.

"Mmm, well…New deal." He places a soft kiss against your neck. "Flying has a lot of distractions. You're going to have to learn to concentrate through them. Make it through without three strikes? I'll let you fly."

"Through what?" You groan softly, leaning your head to give his lips better access to your neck.

His fingers slide down across your abdomen, down to your thighs as he nibbles at your neck. "Now, I don't have Ties so you're just going to have to imagine it with me." There's a lot of things you're imaging with him right now, but enemy ships aren't one of them. "Think you can concentrate through it?" You can feel the smirk against your skin.

You lick your lips, determined.

"Deal. I can concentrate on anything if I need to."

His hand slides between your legs, his fingers pressing against your clit through the thin material of your trousers, making you gasp.

"Unfair, Dameron." You swallow hard as he presses his fingers firmer against you. "First Order wouldn't be doing that."

"Improvising." Is his only response before fingers leave you for a second and you squeeze your thighs together to momentarily try and relieve the pressure that has been building since the start of the lesson. Poe's hand skims along your waistband before sliding down into your panties. You hear him groan against your neck as he slides two fingers through your wet folds.

"You seem to be enjoying this lesson. You’re fucking soaking." He lifts his head to watch you, biting his lip.

You moan at the contact and wrap your fingers in the material of his shirt, keeping your eyes on his, willing yourself to concentrate and try to ignore everything he's doing although it's everything you've wanted.

"Enemy ships have arrived on your tail. What are you gonna do?" He whispers in your ear.

"I... I... activate... deflector... shields. Grey button... front...fuck… l...left...side console." Your hips buck against his fingers as he draws them slowly over your clit before sliding all the way back down, barely pressing into you before he draws them back up once more. Your eyes flutter shut for a second, lost in pleasure as his fingers swipe across your clit before you snap them back open. It's already too late and you see the grin spread across Poe's face.

"Strike one. Told you to keep your eyes on where you're going. You’re taking enemy fire and your lack of concentration means their shots clipped a wing and damaged your shield. Concentrate." You let out a moan as your hips thrust against his hand.

"Shhh. Someone will hear you." He grins at you and you know how much he's loving this. You both know you're already well on the way to losing. "How are you accommodating the damage to your thrusters?" His tongue swipes across your neck as he presses two fingers into you. You're fighting every nerve in your body not to fully give over to the pleasure. You try to answer but all that gets past your lips is a curse as his fingers leave you only to thrust back in and curl against your walls.

"Fuck!"

"Wrong answer. You're not doing very well at this game, baby" He whispers in your ear, his thumb swiping across your clit as his fingers set a steady pace thrusting into you. "And be quiet before someone hears you. Or I'll have to make you be quiet." You shiver with desire and almost moan again from the thought.

"That was strike two. You have no shields now." A fair strike, but the game's odds are wildly stacked against you and he knows it.

You're trembling from his actions but you manage to bite your lip to muffle the noises you're desperate to make, leaving only the sound of Poe's heavy breathing and the noise of his fingers working in and out of you.

"Poe." You whimper quietly, every nerve on edge and crying out for release. You grind your hips down against his hand.

"Concentrate." He warns you but you both know it's already too late. His thumb presses against your clit, his fingers curling to rub against that one spot, his lips and tongue swiping over your neck. It's too much to handle and your hands leave his shirt to grab onto his arm as your climax crashes over you, walls clamping down on his fingers, holding onto him desperately, trying to close your thighs against the wave of pleasure that is almost too much.

He covers your mouth with his free hand muffling the curses and moans you let out as his fingers work you through your climax.

"Strike three. Crash landing." His breathing is heavy and his words thick. You whimper when he removes his fingers, the feeling almost too much for your sensitive nerves.

"That’s - That’s not… Fair..." You pant as he removes the hand from your mouth, glaring at him while you try to stop trembling.

"Want to play again?" He smirks, pressing his hips hard against yours, the cold metal of the crates against your back. You can feel how hard he is for you and it makes another shiver of desire shoot through you. You bite down the yes that almost jumps from your throat.

"You don't play fair."

"No, I don't." He admits with a teasingly soft kiss to your lips, "But you knew that already." His tongue snakes out to playfully lick at your lips before he kisses you again, tangling his hand in your hair and holding you to him.

"You're going to have to learn to be quiet." He whispers against your lips, nudging your nose with his. Quiet was not your strongest trait at the best of times.

"I can't be with you." You shake your head honestly and Poe takes a breath, pulling his eyebrows together as he frowns for a moment. Then, his usual smirk returns. He reaches up and pulls off his scarf before holding it up between you, another wordless question hanging in the air. You bite your lip and give him a small nod.

"Turn around." He orders. Maker, if your legs were weak before they barely support you now and you stumble around to face the metal crate. "Open your mouth." You do as he asks and Poe lowers the scarf over your head, positioning it between your teeth before tying it behind your head.

He presses you against the crate, both of his hands grabbing yours and raising them up above your head, holding them to the cold metal.

"Okay?" He whispers softly in your ear, his fingers sliding down to hook into the waistband of your trousers. You give him a nod. Even without the gag, you're not entirely sure you could form coherent words at this point. Maker, you need him more than ever.

The cold air hitting you as he slides your trousers and panties down in one motion makes you moan against the soft material. Your fingers curl into the hard metal trying to find something to grip on to.

Although you're mostly hidden from view and the junkyard might be deserted, it's in no way private. The thought of anyone walking by being able to see him taking you like this makes your thighs clench in need. You hear the rustle of fabric behind you before you feel his hot skin pressed against you, his lips once more finding the sweet spot above your collarbone as he presses his hard length against you.

One arm slides around your waist, sliding under your shirt to press his hand against your burning skin, as he guides himself inside you, painfully slowly, a little at a time. Unbidden, the memory of him whispering in your ear in the ship comes flooding back to you.

"Just ease a little at a time to get her going before you go full force."

You press your hips back against him with a moan as he finally gives you everything, before slowly pulling almost all the way out, holding you in a state of need that has you moaning desperately.

"Can't even try and keep quiet." Poe's groans as he thrusts back hard and deep, fully inside you, stretching your walls to accommodate him. You're glad for the scarf muffling your noises as you're sure the moan you let out would have echoed across the yard.

You bite down on the material as his hips snap against yours in long, slow thrusts. For all the risk of getting caught, Poe isn’t rushing things. He slams one hand on the crate next to you, the other sliding up higher across your chest to pull you back against him.

"Do you know how fucking hot it is knowing you think about me when you touch yourself?" He growls softly in your ear. "Drove me crazy. All. Fucking. Night." You let out a muffled whimper of his name as each word is punctuated by a slam of his hips sending sparks across your vision.

"Should have told me this is what you wanted." He growls, holding you tightly against his chest. His teeth nip at your neck, his other hand coming down off the metal to press two fingers against your clit as his thrusts pick up speed. You can feel the wave of your climax rushing up to meet you as you whimper and moan, digging your fingers hard into the unyielding metal, your arms starting to ache from keeping them up. You push it down as much as you can, wanting to drag this out for as long as possible, but Poe does nothing to help.

"From now on… I want to be the only one to make you cum." He changes the angle of his hips, thrusting up against that one spot inside you, his fingers roughly rubbing over your sensitive clit. The commanding tone of his voice alone is more than enough to throw you completely over the edge. Letting out a muffled cry, you tremble through your orgasm, your walls clamping down on him, your body held up only by Poe's arm tightly wrapped around you, holding you against his chest as your fingers go slack against the crate. His hips stutter against yours, his teeth finding your shoulder as he muffles his own cry of pleasure while reaching his climax deep inside you.

"Fuck." He growls, leaning against you and panting with his head on your shoulder. After a moment, you feel him reach up and loosen the knots on the scarf, gently pulling it down around your neck.

"You okay?" He breaths.

"Mmhmm." Is all you can mumble back, taking one hand off the metal and sliding it over the one of his across your chest, holding onto him and allowing yourself a moment to come down. It's Poe who moves first, softly kissing your neck, then your cheek, before pulling your trousers back up. You use your body to roll sideways across the crate to watch him dress, not quite trusting your legs to support you on their own yet.

When you're both once more properly attired, Poe pulls you gently into his arms, wrapping you in a warm embrace.

"Are you going to admit to me how long you've been pining over me, baby?" You can hear the grin in his voice.

"No. And I swear if you make fun of me, you will absolutely never get your scarf back." You threaten, your cheeks burning. "And please, never call me baby again." You step back and watch his whole face light up with laughter.

"Okay baby, you can tell me when you're ready." He winks. "And keep the scarf. Might have to use it again." You try to glare at him but it doesn't quite work and you break into a smile.

"Guess we'll have to get you a flight suit to go with it." He sighs, looking you over.

"But I lost?" At this point, you're not entirely sure you mind losing. You can argue about flying another day. Poe shakes his head with a sigh.

"Fuck the deal. You have the right to make your own choice and I can't hold you back. So. We'll get you a flight suit. I'll teach you properly. Just promise me something." You wait patiently while he works through what he wants to say. "Promise if you fly for the Resistance, you'll listen to me. Everything I say. If I tell you to turn around and go back to base, you go. Promise me." You can see the flicker of fear behind his eyes.

"I promise." You take his hands and squeeze them gently, watching the tension leave his shoulders. "But only if you agree that I won the game because you didn't play fair."

"No." He laughs, pulling you back into his arms, his hand finding home on the side of your neck. "We can just play again." He grins and seals his statement with another kiss.

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