#poe dameron reader insert

[campingwiththecharmings]

Hush (3)

PART 2

AN: Two years later and I'm finally finishing this. Hopefully someone out there still cares lmao 😆 (if not, that's totally cool, no worries, y'all).

(Un-beta’d)

PWP in which you and Poe see who can be quiet the longest.

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 1,018 Pairing: Poe Dameron x F!Reader Warnings: PWP, p in v, kissing, a little consensual roughness, overstimulation (please let me know if i missed anything)

AO3

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His jaw is clenched, plump lip trapped between his teeth as he breathes heavily through his nose. He’s sweating, skin flushed and warm as he fights to keep quiet. Softly, you exhale, your body rising and falling over his, hips rolling slowly, hands braced on his broad shoulders for leverage. 

“First one to make noise loses,” he’d challenged, though, at the moment, you’re not exactly sure either of you is losing.

His fingers dig into your hips as you ride him, your mouth falling open in a silent gasp as his cock hits that perfect spot inside you. Your body shakes a little, eyes fluttering closed as the pleasure jolts through your body, the sensations bordering on too much. You’ve been at this for what feels like hours, your thighs burning, mouth dry, skin damp—it almost feels like you’re running a marathon.

The feel of Poe’s thumb circling your clit brings you back to the task at hand. He must be close to breaking if he’s trying to sabotage you like this, knows this is the quickest way to break you. You swallow the moan rises in your throat, willing it to stay buried, at least for now. Your vision is hazy when you open your eyes again, taking in the absolutely wrecked state of the man beneath you. He’s barely hanging on, every inch of him tense as he fights against his baser instincts. He’s doing pretty well, considering, and there’s a part of you that almost feels a little bad for putting him through this. 

Not bad enough to let him win, though. 

You clench around his cock, watching with delight as his eyes roll back slightly, his throat bobbing as he swallows whatever delicious sounds are undoubtedly trying to claw their way to the surface. You do it again, smirking as he exhales sharply through his nose. He meets your gaze, a flicker of a warning in them. 

Eyes locked, you slowly drag one of your hands down his chest, your smirk widening as your thumb brushes one of his nipples. His hips stutter at your touch, the unexpected movement causing you to sink somehow even further down onto him, catching you off guard. You whimper as the tip of him bumps against your cervix, electricity still zinging through your body as the realization somewhat belatedly hits you—

“I win,” Poe pants roughly, an almost maniacal gleam in his eyes. 

Your stomach flips as a smile stretches across his lips, his dark eyes full of even darker promises. Oh Maker, you are in for it now.

Without much warning, he moves, quickly maneuvering you so you’re laid beneath him with your back against the bed. His cock slips from your heat in his haste, and you hate how empty you feel, even if it’s only for a moment. He groans when he sinks back into you, muttering about how you feel like heaven as he pulls his hips back and quickly thrusts back in, knocking the breath from your lungs. 

His eyes meet yours again, silently asking if this is okay, if you’re okay. Panting, you nod, your fingers reaching up to push his damp curls from his eyes. He leans into your touch for a moment, then resumes his movement, pulling back slowly before snapping his hips and thrusting back inside you. He quickly falls into a steady pace, each push of his hips absolutely devastating. He watches you for a moment, his eyes dragging greedily down your body to where you’re joined. 

“So beautiful,” he slurs, moving his hand up to cup one of your breasts, his thumb teasing your pebbled nipple.

You arch and writhe beneath him, completely at his mercy as he maintains his punishing pace. You’re not sure how much more you can take, your body practically shaking now as Poe handles your body as deftly as he does his ship. He can tell you’re close, groaning as you clench and flutter around his length. He leans forward, caging you beneath him with his arms as he fucks you into the bed, his lips claiming yours in a hot, messy kiss. You feel like you're drowning, completely surrounded and unable to catch your breath. Poe breaks the kiss, moaning as you gasp for air, your fingers scrabbling for purchase on his back as he slightly adjusts the angle of his thrusts, grinding his hips against yours as he searches for that spot he knows will finally send you over the edge.

You both know the moment he finds it, that slight brush of his cock setting off a chain reaction of pleasure inside you. Unable to stop them, broken moans escape from between your lips as your body sings, the euphoria of your release rolling through you in waves. Poe follows you into the abyss a moment later, groaning loudly as he spills his warmth into you, his eyes rolling back in his pretty little head; if you weren’t so far gone, you’d probably appreciate the sight.

Your chest is still heaving when he pulls himself off and collapses beside you on the bed, already mourning the loss of him. His hand finds yours as you both lay sprawled atop the bed sheets.

“Okay?” he asks softly, lacing your fingers with his, his thumb rubbing soothingly over the back of your hand as he turns to look at you.

You meet his gaze, your eyes still a little unfocused, and smile, body still tingling from your orgasm. “Better than okay. You?”

He smiles, eyes drooping a little as exhaustion begins to settle over him. He brings your clasped hands to his lips and brushes a kiss against your knuckles.

“Victorious,” he says, a teasing glint in his eyes.

You snort, shaking your head in amusement. “You won the battle, Flyboy, not the war.”

He chuckles, arching an eyebrow as he slowly drags his dark eyes down the length of you. “Well then, I look forward to the next skirmish, sweetheart.”

You bite your lip, heat prickling beneath the surface of your skin. “As do I Commander, as do I.”

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Since we’re in Latino heritage month now I want to bring something up again that’s worth talking about when it comes to reader insert fic:

Can we as writers please be aware that latine people are present in fandom and not make the assumption that the reader does not speak Spanish?

Especially when writing for Latino characters, latine people look to them for representation and it feels very exclusionary to assume the reader doesn’t know Spanish. Latine representation is hugely important for us. Actors like Pedro Pascal, Oscar Isaac, Diego Luna, Gabriel Luna, and more are so important for that representation and they all understand that importance. With the lack of latine and poc characters, it’s always very meaningful when we are represented. And it’s very hurtful that people can assume that their audience is only white.

Some ways to work around and be inclusive: You could use italics to indicate Spanish, say “you didn’t hear” instead of “you didn’t understand” so that way it’s more open to interpretation, provide an immediate translation in or out of the context and let readers decide for themselves if they understood it or not. Very simple things make a huge difference in inclusivity and don’t change your story at all!

And another note too: please be respectful when writing Latino characters and actively work to avoid getting into fetishization territory. Be aware of harmful tropes and stereotypes that exist while writing Latino characters. I.e. the Latin lover trope, the whole papi thing, “spicy Latino” etc. The characters aren’t real but the impact it can have does affect real people and it can make latine people uncomfortable to see it in fic.

Remember that inclusivity is a kindness and people of all walks of life read fics to let’s work to make everyone feel welcome and loved and seen in our reader insert fic!

[lomlmarvel]

MASTERLIST POST – Starlight Princess

Starlight Princess | A Star Wars Fanfiction Masterlist

Poe Dameron x Solo! Reader

What if Leia Organa’s daughter survived the fall of the Jedi Temple? In Starlight Princess, you are the twin flame of the Force—daughter of Leia Organa and Han Solo, sister of Ben Solo, and Poe Dameron's unexpected partner in rebellion and heart. This reimagining of the sequel trilogy blends canon with new emotional arcs, political stakes, and romance—with a slow-burn Poe x Reader relationship and a deeper redemption arc for Ben Solo.

Series Info: Title: Starlight Princess POV: Second-person (You x Poe Dameron) Genre: Action, Romance, Drama, Force lore, Canon Divergence Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader Warnings: Canon-typical violence, emotional trauma, pregnancy, slow-burn, Force visions Update Schedule: Triweekly (or as inspiration strikes ✨)

Chapters by Act:

Act I: Burning Stars and Broken Light

(The Force Awakens)

Chp. 1 Chp. 2 Chp. 3 Chp. 4 Chp.5 Chp.6 Chp.7

Act II: Echoes of Rebellion

(The Last Jedi)

Chp. 1 Chp. 2 Chp. 3 Chp. 4 Chp. 5 Chp. 6 Chp. 7

Act III: Seeds of a New Dawn

Chp. 1 Chp.2 Chp. 3 Chp. 4 Chp. 5 Chp. 6 Chp. 7

Act IV: The Rise of the Starlight Princess

(The Rise of Skywalker)

Chp. 1 Chp. 2 Chp. 3 Chp. 4

💫 Thanks for reading Starlight Princess! ✨ Reblogs = reach. Comments = joy.

[rainydaydream-gal18]

(Poe Dameron x Reader): Caf Confessions

The lengths you'll go to in order to spend an extra few minutes with this man.

Word Count: 1,308

Warnings: Fluff

Truth be told, the instant caf that the Resistance supplied to its members left much to be desired. Each sip flooded your tastebuds with bitterness- the first time you gave it a try, you actually choked. Even catching a whiff of the dark liquid in passing made your stomach turn; which was unfortunate because the rest of the Resistance seemed to live on the stuff.  Everywhere you turned, someone was taking a (much-deserved) break with a steaming cup wafting that horrid scent into the air.

But this morning, like every other one, you hurried down the hallway as fast as you could without risking a collision with a fellow comrade. It was quite early, so the usual hustle and bustle of the day hadn’t quite kicked off yet.

Just one thing was on your mind. Believe it or not, it was caf. You couldn’t get your hands on a cup of that disgusting beverage fast enough.

The cafeteria was hardly occupied. A few filtered in and out, and the line for the caf machine was fortunately a short one. Even so, those who were in line happened to be tiredly moseying along, having not been properly awakened. On a normal day, you’d find entertainment in watching them come to life after their initial sip; eyes suddenly alert and lips parting to speak their first words of the day. But you were anxious to be on your way. You were running late this time.

Finally. Your turn at last.

You grabbed a cup and held your breath as you dispensed liquid death from the machine. Additives wouldn’t truly make any difference, but you still threw in a little extra something to try and dilute the flavor.

And then it was back to hurrying down the halls, this time trying to keep the cup from spilling too much. It was imperative that some remained when you reached your destination.

The last set of sliding doors hissed open, and a cool breeze blew the delightful scents of greenery and ground damp from a recent rainfall. The air was humid, temperature rising as the sun began its climb. You took a brief moment to simply enjoy the pale blue morning sky and bird calls in the very forest that concealed the Resistance. The halls inside the base were relatively quiet, but outside, things were already picking up. Vessels lifted off for patrol, and dozens of individuals marched with purpose in different directions.

Then, your gaze landed on a familiar head of curly dark hair in a standard issue bright orange flightsuit.

There he was, his masculine form leaning against an exterior wall casually, caf cup in hand as he gazed out at the jungle beyond. Dewey leaves glistened in the morning light. Your heart began to melt as you observed him from a distance just like you had so many times before.

Poe Dameron was the bravest person you knew. Selfless. Bold when the situation called for it. Kind. His laughter, though rare, was absolutely contagious. And when you were paired with him on a mission, his ingenuity was mind-blowing. So was that boyish smile that crossed his features when something went right.

It wouldn’t exactly be a lie to say that you’d fallen head over heels for the man. Not that you’d come out and tell him anytime soon.

You remained still for a few more moments before venturing forward, giving the appearance of nonchalance as you took residence on the opposite side of the dirt path leading out from the base doors. Your footsteps seemed to make just enough noise because Poe turned his head to look your way. His dark eyes were already alert, observant, but his demeanor was still laid-back and relaxed, hair still disheveled from sleep.

“Mornin,’” he said, lifting his cup as a gesture of greeting with one of those smiles that made your heart melt all over again.

“Good morning,” you replied. That queasy feeling was beginning to settle in after the first revolting waft hit your nose. It was quite the endeavor to position yourself so that the caf in your hand was as far away from you as possible without arousing suspicion.

“There’s nothing quite like a cup of caf,” Poe said, tilting his head back to take a gulp of his.

You nodded. “Can’t think of starting the day without it.”

Because then I wouldn’t have an inconspicuous excuse to come see you.

Poe shifted his stance, coming away from the wall to join you on your side of the dirt path. “This has got to be my favorite part of the day,” he confessed with a sigh. “I love the action, don’t get me wrong. But fifteen minutes of peace, with you…” His eyes traveled back to meet yours. “It’s what I need.”

You held his gaze for a moment before turning, forgetting yourself for a moment and idly taking a swig of the beverage in your hand. What started as a sputter turned into a violent coughing fit, and you were mortified to feel Poe’s hand patting your back.

“You okay?” he asked. “Went down the wrong pipe, eh?”

“Yeah.” No, this stuff is just disgusting. “Sorry.”

He chuckled. “You really can’t stand the stuff.”

You froze. “W-what?”

Poe hadn’t removed his hand from your back even as you straightened. “I see you with a cup of it every morning, but hardly ever drinking it. And when you do, you make a face.”

“I do not,” you countered, taking another sip. The flavor was despicable. You smacked your lips. “See?”

There was no mistaking that pointed smirk on his face. “You just did it again.” Before you could withdraw, Poe shook his head and amusingly brushed his finger under your chin to tilt it upward to meet the glint in his eye. “How about we meet here every morning, like we’ve been doing all along? But you ditch the caf.”

Your face heated up like it was beneath the blazing suns of Tatooine, but you nodded. “Alright.”

A comfortable silence fell between you two as you both turned to observe the view again. Your mind roved over the interaction, occasionally stealing a glance at him while he finished his cup. 

He wanted to keep spending time with you every morning?

What did that mean? Did it have to mean anything?

Poe Dameron cleared his throat and rolled his shoulders in a light stretch. He exhaled in a huff and turned to head back inside, giving you a playful nudge as he passed by you. “I’ll see you later.”

That next morning, you arrived at the spot a little extra early. Poe greeted you shortly after with a cup of caf in one hand, and a cup of another beverage entirely in his other. He offered it to you, and you accepted it with a grateful smile. A gasp escaped you when you looked inside.

It was your favorite comforting drink.

“I didn’t even know we had this!” You couldn’t hide the amazement in your voice.

“I might’ve put in a special request a few weeks ago for us to keep a stock of it,” Poe explained. “You work hard. You deserve it.”

Your eyes travelled back up to his. “Thank you, Poe.”

So began the tradition of him meeting you outside base (as long as the Resistance was set up in an environment that allowed you to do so) and bringing you a cup of your favorite cozy drink that didn’t taste like hot juice from a trash compactor. The two of you would stand there, talking, laughing, and enjoying that slice of peace and comradery each day.

Things took a turn when you two became an item, and then you got a taste of that caf each time he kissed you.

Only, it wasn't the least bit terrible then.

[aspenmissing]

ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴡᴀʀꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

☆ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ | ❋ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ | ✧ꜱᴘɪᴄʏ | ​ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ

ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ || ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇꜱ

𝙾𝚋𝚒-𝚆𝚊𝚗 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚒

𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚂𝚔𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛

𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝚂𝚔𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛

𝙷𝚊𝚗 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚘

𝙺𝚢𝚕𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚗

𝙿𝚘𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗/𝙳𝚒𝚗 𝙳𝚓𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗

𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗

[nowritingonthewall]

Do you need a hug, love?

…is the very first thing that Poe asks you when you come home after a particularly shitty day.

Before you’ve even had a chance to explain what’s wrong, he carefully pulls you into the warmest and most loving hug imaginable. As you bury your face into the crook of his neck and he senses your tears beginning to fall, he pulls you even closer and gently places a kiss on top of your head. Every sob of yours is answered with another kiss to your forehead, your hairline, your cheeks, the tip of your nose and wherever he can reach without breaking his embrace, each kiss silently telling you how much he loves you. With your sobs slowly subsiding to the rhythm of his hand tenderly caressing over your back, he whispers into your ear that you will always be safe in his arms and that nobody will ever be able to hurt you as long as he is holding you.

As soon as you feel the need to apologize, he shushes you with a particularly soft kiss to your temple, whispering gently that there is no need for that. When you can’t help but apologize for apologizing, you can feel him smiling against your skin, his fondness for you apparent in his touch without him having to say a single word.

As he gently rubs his cheek against yours, his stubble leaves a slightly burning sensation on your skin. With any other person you might have taken issue with that, but this is Poe and feeling his stubble grazing against your cheek simply makes you feel warm and safe. Like you’re finally home. Where you’re meant to be. You can feel how this thought alone lets you relax even further into his strong arms when one of his slightly tousled curls starts to tickle you enough to draw a giggle from you, which makes Poe giggle in return.

When you finally lift your head from his shoulder to look into those familiar and warm brown eyes of his, you audibly gasp at the amount of pure love that they hold for you. Before you can say anything, however, he gently brings up his hand to your face to gently caress your cheek. You close your eyes, leaning into his touch, when he starts to leave kisses all over your face kissing every single tear away. When there is nothing left but the lingering feeling of his impossibly soft and warm lips on your face, he gently rubs his nose against yours before leaving another kiss on the tip of your nose and carefully leaning his forehead against yours.

All the problems that have been stressing you out all day fade away slowly but steadily, as even the tiniest feeling of sadness is replaced by the gentle warmth and sweet love of the man holding you in his arms. Just as you think that you’re as close as humanly possible, he somehow finds a way to hug you even closer. As he carefully guides your head to come to rest against his shoulder once more and gently starts to rock the both of you while whispering sweet nonsense into your ear, you find yourself feeling completely relaxed and safe in the knowledge that nothing can really touch you as long as you allow yourself to be protected by Poe's unwavering and endless love for you.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

[Key]

-💔means it is an angst fic

-🥹means it is a family fic

-💘means it is an angst fic with a happy ending.

-🚫means it contains a Trigger Warning.

-🌻means its a HC / Imagine

-💞 means it is smut.

-➤

⭑

⭑Obi-Wan Kenobi⭑

Wearing nothing but his robes-💞

His favorite places to fuck you.-💞

Escort

⭑Anakin Skywalker⭑

Anakin smut-💞

Rescue

⭑Qimir⭑

Heatwave

Thunderstorms-💞

⭑Bode⭑

Fluff Bode

Wake up kiss

Best pillow

⭑Cal Kestis⭑

Team Kestis

Future / Sex / Love sound-💞

You are important.-💘

Is that my poncho?

Claim

Stay Still-💞

Don't leave me--💔

After

Force Bond

Meditation.

⭑Degen Gera⭑

Press

⭑Poe Dameron⭑

Do you think the moon is jealous?

⭑Din Djarin⭑

So soft

Din HC's

⭑Kylo Ren⭑

Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed

⭑The Bad Batch⭑

Wrecker

Tol has to bend down to kiss Smol.

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S T A R D U S T

Hello little flowers,

Here's a little story I'm writing because I am in love with Ben Solo. That is all.

Title: Stardust

Summary:

General Leia Organa is slowly losing hope that her son, Ben, will return home to the light side. She has been fighting for most of her life, and wants more than anything to be reunited with her family. When Odette, a woman from Batuu, decides to take a chance and attempts to join the Resistance on a strange request, Leia finds hope blossoming again. This story follows Odette's journey through the Resistance, her relationships with the established members of the base, and their fight to not only bring peace to the galaxy but also bring Ben Solo back to the light.

This is a very self indulgent OC x Ben Solo fic. OC is female, but feel free to use your imagination, with anything really in this :) Hope you enjoy, would love to hear your thoughts. Okay. Let's get into it!

Chapter I. - Ignite the Spark.

Chapter II. - Morning.

Chapter III. - Nightfall.

Chapter IV. Midnight.

Chapter V. Twilight.

Chapter VI. Dawn.

Chapter VII. Sunrise.

Chapter VIII. Daylight.

Chapter IX. Bright Suns.

Chapter X. Fruit・ion.

Chapter XI. Steeping.

Chapter XII. Tasseomancy.

Chapter XIII. Roots.

Chapter XIV. Streamlined.

Updates are on Sundays🖤

[campingwiththecharmings]

In Your Arms I Feel at Home

AN: Inspired by a prompt from this list. This got a little angstier than I'd intended but the muse wants what it wants. Happy last day of Poevember, besties 🥰

(Un-beta’d)

Poe's favorite part of the day is coming home to you.

Rated: T Words: 698 Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader Warnings: Mild angst, feelings of hopelessness, emotional hurt/comfort AO3

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It’s Poe’s favorite part of the day, coming home to you. He looks forward to it from the moment he wakes, your side of the bed long empty and cold thanks to your obscenely early call time. He thinks about it all day, walking in through the door, seeing you on the couch; the mental image alone brings a smile to his lips. He can already feel the warmth of your gaze, of your smile, the press of your lips against his. He longs for it, for you, wanting nothing more than to be in your presence, to be afforded even a moment of your attention. 

Today is especially rough, a combination of the latest recruits not being up to snuff, news of numerous failed missions, and the capture and destruction of, not one, but three Resistance bases in the outer rim territories. Needless to say, morale is low. He tries to stay positive, tries to keep the faith, knows that people are looking to him, but sometimes it’s just so hard, you know? 

He’s slow as he trudges down the corridor toward your shared room, the events of the day weighing him down as he tries to keep his head held high. How much longer can he keep this up? How much longer  can any of them keep this up? This isn’t sustainable, not at the rate they’re losing allies. 

But what else is there to do but keep fighting?

His thoughts weigh heavy on him as he keys in the door code, the familiar snick of the door opening satisfying as he knows what lays behind it—

“Hey, you,” you say, smiling softly at him as you glance up at him from your data pad.

The sight of you is like a balm to his soul.

Without a word, he drops his things to the floor, making a beeline to where you sit comfortably on the couch. You know immediately something’s wrong, your brow furrowing in concern. It makes his heart ache to worry you.

“Bad day?” you ask, taking his hands in yours as he pauses before you.

Your hands are steady and sure, your touch warm and comforting. He wants to tell you everything—and he will—but he can’t, not yet. Instead, he just nods, finally allowing the hopelessness he’s kept at bay all day swallow him whole.

Without another word, you pull him down onto the couch with you, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. He buries his face in your neck with a shaky sigh, his body going limp and heavy against yours. You shush him softly, running your hands soothingly over his back, shoulders, and neck. He melts into you, his arms encircling your waist as you press gentle kisses against the side of his head. You always catch him when he falls. He’s so grateful for that, for you, that he can be like this with you, that he can let his guard down, that he can be vulnerable.

You hold him like that for Maker knows how long, giving him as much time as he needs to collect his thoughts, to work through everything. When he presses a kiss against the side of your neck and shifts so his head is in your lap, you know he’s ready. You gaze down at him with an encouraging smile, your fingers sinking into his soft curls. He sighs contentedly, eyelashes fluttering closed at your touch. He’s quiet so long, you think he’s fallen asleep, but then he speaks, his voice low and soft as he gives you an account of his day. You listen attentively, twirling your fingers around his silken strands. 

He feels lighter by the end of it, a gentle smile on his lips, a small flicker of hope reigniting in his chest. He gazes up at you, capturing one of your hands in his and bringing it to his mouth for a kiss.

“And how was your day?” he asks, lacing your fingers together.

You smile down at him, still playing with his hair, a lightness in your chest that hadn’t been there before he’d walked into the room.

“Better now that you’re here.”

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[flightlessangelwings]

While we’re on the subject on inclusivity:

Inclusivity in your mood boards is just as important as inclusivity in the fic itself. Please try to include poc and curvy images in your mood boards as well! Please!

Your moodboard is the introduction to your story and sets the mood and the vibe. When you only have skinny white girls in your moodboards, you’re communicating a message that’s all who you thought of while writing and that’s the only type who is attractive and desirable to the characters. Poc deserve to feel seen too and feel like they were thought of while writing. Especially so when you’re writing for characters of color!

You don’t even have to use *only* poc or curvy pictures for your mood boards. Including different skin tones to show that you made the effort is much appreciated. You could also use shadow images or fully blacked out silhouettes to hide the skin tone altogether. There are plenty of resources and images out there that you should be able to find more than just skinny white girls. I know is it takes a little extra digging but it’s very much worth it to show inclusivity!

I know Pinterest is the bane of image finding, but it can be a good resource to find poc images. Just search (whatever aesthetic you’re looking for) + dark skin or person of color or something similar and you’ll find plenty of images. And the more you save the more images will show up in your feed. I constantly collect images to have references later when I need them.

Unsplash is another good resource to find poc models and images. And there’s also models of color pages right here on tumblr! There are resources out there it just takes a little effort to find the right images!

And as an ending note: using only skinny white girls in your mood board and then putting a disclaimer like “images do not represent reader they’re just fitting the aesthetic” isn’t the work around you think it is. I understand it’s not done in purpose and you most likely don’t realize it, but saying that says poc don’t fit your aesthetic and it’s still alienating and hurtful. Just something to keep in mind.

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Starlight Princess Act IV, Chapter 1

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Chapter 1: Echoes Return

Series Title: Starlight Princess Act IV – The Rise of the Starlight Princess (The Rise of Skywalker) Word Count: ~1.4k POV: Second person (You/Reader) Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader (Leia and Han’s daughter)

Summary: After a reckless mission to retrieve intelligence from a First Order spy, the Falcon returns to Ajan Kloss in flames. Tensions flare between Poe and Rey, while you try to keep the crew grounded amid the growing uncertainty. But in a quiet moment at the jungle’s edge, a deeper truth pulses beneath your ribs, one you're not ready to speak aloud. Not yet.

The Millennium Falcon rattled with the kind of chaos that only came after cheating death one too many times, and doing it alongside friends who knew exactly how to push each other’s buttons, and too many smart mouths in one cockpit.

“Chewie, you better not be cheating again,” Poe muttered, eyes narrowing at the glowing game pieces scattered across the dejarik board.

The Wookiee growled in loud protest, jabbing a clawed finger at the console.

“You always say that,” Finn said, arms crossed, though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed him. “But he’s definitely cheating.”

“He’s two hundred and fifty years old,” you said, draped casually beside Finn, hands folded over your lap, though your voice was sharp enough to slice the air. “Pretty sure we’re just bad at this.”

Poe groaned. “No, he’s better at this because he’s a walking historical archive of how to kick our asses.”

Chewie chuffed in satisfaction. R2-D2 gave a triumphant whistle from the corner, while Klaud lifted one blobby tendril in what might’ve been either encouragement or a warning about yet another power surge.

You were just about to make your move when R2 let out a piercing trill that cut through the banter like a blaster shot.

Finn sat upright. “What is it?”

R2’s dome swiveled and projected a jittery blue holo. Boolio’s image flickered to life, his voice strained.

“From a new ally, a spy in the First Order!”

“A spy?” Finn blinked. “Who?”

“I don’t know! Just transfer the message. Get it to Leia! Hurry!”

The holo blinked out. The room went still.

R2 chirped confirmation, and you felt it. The static charge in the air before a storm. Something bigger than all of you was turning its gaze this way.

And then the Falcon shuddered violently.

“Target lock!” Poe barked, already lunging toward the controls.

“Finn, we’re about to be space toast!”

“I’m working on it!”

Outside, streaks of laser fire lit up the darkness, and TIE Fighters closed in. You didn’t hesitate, diving into the co-pilot’s seat, your hands flying over the navicomputer.

“Redirecting auxiliary power,” you said, voice steady. “We’ve got too many on us.”

Finn leaned over your shoulder, wide-eyed. “This would be a great time for less arguing and more flying!”

“Oh, we’re arguing?” Poe snapped, jerking the yoke hard left.

“I always argue better under fire!” you shouted back, scanning enemy vectors. “Try not to kill us, Commander!”

“Lightspeed skipping,” Poe announced through gritted teeth.

Finn paled. “You’re doing what now?!”

Chewbacca’s roar filled the cockpit. The stars stretched into ribbons, then snapped back again.

And again.

You clung to your seat, stomach lurching through every impossible jump. The laws of physics bent and screamed, but you didn’t look away. Poe was flying and somehow, through all the madness, you trusted him more than you trusted gravity.

“One more jump!” he called. “Hold on!”

Ajan Kloss – Resistance Base Later

The Falcon screeched onto the landing pad, hull groaning like it had been dragged through a starstorm, and maybe it had. Flames and smoke curled into the thick, humid air of the jungle moon. You didn’t need to hear the alarm blaring from inside the Resistance base to know you were bringing chaos home.

“Fire crew!” someone yelled from the chaos of the hangar.

The ramp crashed down, and Poe stormed out, arms flailing. “It’s on fire! Whole thing’s on fire! All of it!”

You jogged down after him, brushing soot from your cheek, breath catching in your lungs. “You really know how to make an entrance.”

Finn appeared behind you, coughing through smoke. Chewie barked something unintelligible as R2D2 sputtered, sparks flying off his damaged chassis.

“Hey!” Rey’s voice cut through the din. She stood near the tree line, braid mussed and brow glistening from training. “There’s a spy?”

Poe didn’t slow, striding past her. “We could’ve used your help out there!”

Rey stiffened. “How’d it go?”

“Oh, just really bad,” Poe snapped.

The crew spilled out behind you. Finn gave Rey a tight smile. “We made it back. Barely.”

She gestured at the scorched hull. “Han’s ship—”

Poe cut her off, eyes wide. “What’d you do to the droid?!”

Rey scowled. “What’d you do to the Falcon?!”

You let out a groan. They were doing it again. Loud, biting, like siblings too alike to back down. You watched them, somewhere between amused and exasperated.

“Not again,” you whispered to Finn.

“Every time,” he said, shaking his head.

“The Falcon’s in way better shape than he is,” Poe grumbled.

Rey motioned toward BB-8. “BB-8’s not on fire.”

“What’s left of him isn’t on fire,” Poe countered.

“Can someone please explain—”

“You tell me first.”

“You know what you are?” she snapped.

Poe blinked. “What?”

Rey took a breath. “You’re difficult.”

He frowned. “Really, difficult?”

She nodded. “A difficult man.”

You and Finn exchanged a silent glance. Again.

Rey turned her attention toward you and Finn. “So, bad mood?”

“Me?” Finn asked, eyebrows raised.

“Him.” She gestured towards Poe.

Finn shrugged. “Always.” You exchanged a smile with Rey.

She crossed her arms again. “So, do we have a spy?”

You hesitated, then said, “Well…”

Chewie groaned and gestured wildly.

“You lightspeed skipped?!” Rey shouted.

Poe bristled. “Yeah, well, it got us back here, didn’t it?”

“You blew the compressor!”

“I know! I was there!”

Finn threw up his hands. “Every time!”

“You can’t lightspeed skip the Falcon!” Rey said, stepping toward Poe.

“Actually, it turns out you can!” Poe shouted.

“Okay, enough!” you cut in, stepping between them, hands up. “You two are not doing this in front of the entire hangar again.”

Silence. Heavy. Heated. They stared at you, chest heaving, neither quite ready to let it go.

Poe finally turned away, muttering, “Junior, get Artoo into reconditioning.”

You watched him go, jaw clenched. He didn’t look back.

Rey turned away too, eyes drifting toward BB-8, her expression suddenly quiet. Sad, maybe. You knew what she was thinking.

She didn’t say it aloud, but it was written on her face: she wanted to be out there. And maybe part of her hated that she wasn’t.

You stepped close and gently touched her shoulder. “We’ll talk later.”

Then you followed Poe.

Jungle Perimeter – Nightfall

You found him near the edge of the jungle, where the vines thinned and the skylight painted pale streaks across the dirt. He was slouched against a rusted crate, head bowed, hands braced on his thighs like they were the only things keeping him from collapsing. The dusky night hummed with the sounds of insects and quiet sorrow.

“I didn’t mean to snap at her,” he said before you could speak. “Not like that.”

You sat beside him without a word. The silence wasn’t empty; it breathed, alive with grief, with guilt, with everything unsaid between battles.

“She’s not wrong,” Poe muttered. “We need her. But she’s training. Trying to become something no one asked her to be.”

“And you’re trying to hold together a war with hope and duct tape.”

A faint laugh broke from his lips, low and bitter. “Feels like it.”

The jungle sang around you, bugs, wind, leaves shifting under moonlight.

“I don’t know how much more we can take,” he whispered. “I keep hoping Leia has one more plan. One more miracle. But what happens when… when she doesn’t?”

You reached for his hand. His fingers closed around yours, warm and shaking.

“I think we all want to believe someone still has the answers,” you said. “That this isn’t just… the long goodbye.”

He didn’t answer. Just stared at the ground like it might give him permission to stop pretending.

“I’m not ready for what comes next,” Poe admitted.

You could feel it in his grip, that quiet panic. That desperate weight.

You thought about the life growing inside you. The secret pressed beneath your ribs. A heartbeat too new for the war to notice, too soft for anyone to hear.

You wanted to tell him.

About the real reason you’ve been feeling the war in your bones a little differently these days.

But he already looked like he was holding the galaxy together with his bare hands.

So instead, you said, “I’m here.”

He turned to you, eyes searching for something steady. When he found it, he didn’t let go.

“Promise me,” he said, voice thin. “If everything falls apart again… you’ll still be here.”

You nodded, even as your heart trembled. “I’m not going anywhere, Poe.”

But the truth sat quietly in your chest, thudding in time with your own pulse.

And maybe you weren’t ready for his eyes to change when he looked at you.

Not yet.

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to all you gorgeous writers,

thank you and i love you. your stories bring me so much comfort, and sometimes even give me hope that maybe life is as beautiful as you write it to be. in lieu of pressing my burdens on you all, i’ll just say that i’ve been struggling, badly. and i always turn to your beautiful words and stories that are just, interwoven with devotion for your craft. i know this space isn’t always the kindest and it’s so easy to become discouraged, but just know your talent and hard work is being recognized. you’re a gift. maybe i sound pathetic, raving about how your work has held me close when no one could, but it’s the truth! thank you so so much.

[nowritingonthewall]

Hi! Can I ask for some random and domestic Poe HC? 🤧

Hello Nonnie, thank you so much for your request! I am sorry that my hcs always appear to escalate into mini-essays, I hope that you enjoy them anyway 🥰

!Content warning for allusions to past trauma (because it’s Poe) but it’s mostly fluffy!

Domestic headcanons with Poe (x gn!reader)

- If you were honest, you would never have expected Poe to actually settle down after the Battle of Exegol and the fall of the First Order. After all, he had been on the run since he had been 16 years old, his family a bunch of rebels, his home scattered across the stars. You had fully expected him to make his new job as a flying instructor his whole new life, filling every second with something exciting to do, always chasing the next thrill, never slowing down and let himself think for even a minute.

Instead, after helping the New Republic to get back on its feet, he had put most of his energy and devotion into making a home with you.

Even though he loves his job teaching students (and spending a lot of time in his x-wing while doing so), he always makes sure to finish on time so that he can spend as much of the remainder of the day with you as possible. It has become one of your daily little rituals for you to wait for him, sitting on your porch, two mugs of freshly brewed caf in your hands. It never stops warming your heart to see that gorgeous crinkly-eyed smile lighting up his face as soon as he sees you waiting for him. Giving you an adorable little wave, he always quickens his pace before pulling you into a long and heartfelt hug.

Watching the suns painting the sky with the most beautiful colours imaginable, you’ll sit snuggled up against each other, listening to each other's daily adventures.

It usually doesn’t take long before Poe’s head grows heavy against your shoulders. The first few times he tried to fight it and wouldn’t stop apologizing, no matter how often you tried to assure him that you didn’t mind at all. But soon these late afternoon or early evening naps become just another part of your daily routine.

Poe spent more than half his life making sure that everyone around him felt safe. Now, with the war becoming a more and more distant memory each day, it’s like his mind finally allows his body to catch up on all the rest that he has been denied during all those years – finally feeling safe in your arms.

And there really aren’t a lot of things that you enjoy more than holding your sleepy boy with his head resting in your lap, one hand intertwined with his, as the other one plays with his hair. You smile at every patch of grey that you find among his inky curls, more than grateful to be given the precious gift of being allowed to watch him grow old with you. It makes the warmest and fuzziest feelings bloom inside your heart to see his worry lines relax under the soft touch of your hand as you listen to his content mumbling and cutest little sighs.

- He still can’t sleep without you around, though. Whenever he is in dire need of a nap, and the weather has gone too cold to sit outside, even under a heap of cuddly blankets, he’ll sit down on the couch, look at you with the most irresistible baby ewok eyes and his softest smile and tap on his chest to ask for his favourite human blanket.

Sometimes he falls asleep within seconds as soon as you snuggle up to him. Sometimes he finds that it wasn’t sleep that he craved after all but simply the comforting presence of you right next to him, listening to the soothing rhythm of your breathing as you drift into peaceful slumber until his breath synchronizes with yours in perfect harmony. And sometimes your planned naps turn into Poe and you talking nonsense for hours, exchanging forehead kisses and nose rubs between giggles.

Poe used to think that the only way to escape the constantly reoccurring ringing in his ears was to drown it out with something even louder. Now he realizes that all he needs to find relief is the soft warmth of you lying on top of him, the shape of your bodies fitting together as perfectly as if they had been custom made for each other.

- And he allows himself to take his time with everything that he does. No more bone crushing hugs that aren’t allowed to last longer than a second and that he’d hoped would convey everything that he hadn’t time for to tell you in case he wouldn’t make it back from a mission. No more quick and chaste kisses to whatever body part they would land on before hurrying off into the next briefing or meeting.

Now he makes sure to pour all of his undying love for you into every single hug until you feel nothing but warm and safe and cared for. Every kiss of him shows you that you are the centre of his universe, from the very first kiss in the morning to the last kiss goodnight. They have become so much more tender and gentler, yet they never leave a single trace of doubt about his feelings for you.

Quick shared showers that used to be a practical necessity turn into long shared baths that last until the water turns cold. Sometimes when you aren’t ready to step out of your cocoon of warmth just yet, you wrap each other in fluffy towels and make yourself comfortable on the heating unit waiting until you’re dried off.

As you cuddle up to each other, enjoying the closeness, you find a new softness and gentleness to your relationship that you had never thought possible. You are no longer clinging to each other for dear life, always scared that you might lose each other the next minute, constantly feeling like loving on borrowed time.

And Poe takes his time rediscovering and getting to know you all over again. Gently scrubbing your back in the bath or giving you a long tension-relieving massage. Learning everything there is to know about how you take care of your hair, while committing every single detail about you to memory. Not because he fears that every time might be the very last chance to do so but because he decided to commit every single fibre of his heart and soul to loving you. Because he chooses you. Over and over again.

It takes a while for him to get comfortable letting you take care of him the same way that he takes care of you. Yet every time it is your turn to hold him in the bathtub, he finds it a little easier to relax against your chest, melting into your embrace a little deeper. With every soft kiss pressed to his temple, he manages to let go a little further. As he rests his cheek against yours, while your hands are slowly caressing over his arms, he has never felt more vulnerable and at the same time more safe and protected than during those moments.

That’s when the tears tend to flow.

Those are the days when you make sure to take extra good care of him. Letting him rest his head against your shoulder as you carefully pat his back with a towel, gently kissing his tears away before placing a soft kiss on every single one of his scars, putting pain relieving lotion on his arm and massaging his tense shoulder. Only a few months ago this kind of special treatment would have made him feel more than uncomfortable. Seeing his own needs through your loving eyes, he slowly begins to accept that it is okay to take them seriously. And as he curls up against your chest, he doesn’t only allow it but he knows that he can completely trust you to take care of him.

- Poe has always loved to dance. Nearly as much as he loves to cuddle with you. Sadly, the days of the Resistance hadn’t exactly given you a lot of opportunity to do so and reasons to break into celebratory dances had been all too rare. So now he takes any chance he gets to hug you from behind, snuggle up as close to you as possible, rest his head on your shoulder and his cheek against yours while swaying the both of you to some music coming from your holopad or to a secret rhythm that only the two of you seem to be able to feel.

You dance in the morning while waiting for the first few cups of caf to brew, while waiting for something yummy baking in the oven, when you’re trying to dust the shelves, or while doing the dishes.

Doing the dishes never becomes a boring task with Poe. If he doesn’t turn it into a dance, there are bound to be lather battles that more often than not turn into tickle fights. And they always end with him using the dish cloth to draw you in for a long and wobbly-knees-inducing kiss.

This is also where most of your more serious conversations take place. It’s always been easier for Poe to talk about difficult topics while his hands have something to do. So whenever you feel like there’s something on his mind that he has trouble talking about, you’ll ask him “dish discussion?”, to which he answers with a relieved smile.

And, of course, should the topic require some serious hugging action, you can always continue your discussion on the kitchen floor, which proves over and over again to be the best place to solve any problem imaginable. And in case one of you should be in need of an even more comforting atmosphere, your kitchen cabinet features an extra compartment containing all the components required to build a blanket fort. It’s a habit that goes back to the early days of you joining the Resistance. And afterwards your blanket fort of safety can easily be converted into a blanket fort of romantic dinners and cuddle sessions.

- The two of you share a little garden with Rey, who doesn’t live too far away from you (I am sorry, LEGO, I refuse to believe that the trio would ever split up!). At least it was a little garden in the beginning. It all started when Poe noticed how Rey’s eyes would start to sparkle whenever she came across anything lush and green. So he began to present her with a special plant from every place that he visited. Pretty soon even her house was too small to accommodate her (not so) little personal jungle, so you helped her turning her backyard into a little garden. Which just kept on expanding. Because it never stopped warming Poe’s heart to see the way Rey’s face shining brighter than the suns whenever he found a new exotic plant for her.

He helped her create her special place of happiness both in her mind and in the physical world and you two are the only ones apart from Finn she trusts to take care of it. Even if your and Poe’s gardening sessions sometimes turn into several rounds of mud wrestling or splashy water fights.

Poe’s first very own gardening project featured the planting of a row of koyo trees. They weren’t even supposed to be able to grow in this climate but Poe Dameron has never been one to let logic or reason stand in the way of matters close to his heart. After all, he had managed to nurse a force tree back to health without any jedi tricks. And maybe Rey’s and Finn’s way with the force helped a little, too. Though he will always tell everyone willing (or maybe not too willing) to listen that it was your loving care that made the trees grow and flourish and bloom in the end.

His proud little face when he was able to harvest the very first fruit is another one of your many precious and treasured memories. Of course he let you have the first bite, almost a little nervous about your reaction.

The original plan was to turn the fruits into juice and jelly and lots of cakes. Which was a good plan. And it probably would have worked if the koyo fruits hadn’t been so damn tasty that you ate most of them before they ever had a chance to land in a basket. And what better way to spend the last days of summer than sitting lazily in the cool shadow of a koyo tree, taking turns to lie in each others lap while feeding each other freshly picked koyo fruits?

- During the nights when neither of you is able to sleep, you’ll climb onto the roof of your house, which offers a snug little platform that provides the perfect secluded retreat to lie on your back and gaze at all the stars in the galaxy. A galaxy that’s finally at peace.

Poe’s gaze keeps wandering back to you, though, and every time it does, he can’t stop smiling. As soon as you notice, you’ll snuggle a little closer to cradle his head and place the softest little kiss on his forehead, making him smile even wider. Softly stroking your cheek, he returns the kiss. On your nose, on your temple, across your jaw line, all over both of your cheeks, and everywhere he can reach.

You finally dare to make plans for the future again. Talking about all the stars and systems and planets you would like to explore together. Without rush, without being constantly on your guard, actually being able to look forward to visiting them.

The important thing is that Poe is no longer driven by the uncontrollable need to chase every single one of them. Because he has his own little galaxy lying right here by his side.

[superfanficnatural]

The Son: Chapter 24

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Male!Reader (The Son)

Summary: You’ve finally broken free of the forces controlling you at a great cost, though the cost of doing so was even greater than you thought. Now, you fight for the antithesis of what you had been representing, and have to grapple with finding your own place in the galaxy while grappling with the person trying to find their way into your heart. Will The Son choose the light? Or the dark? Whatever the answer may be, may the force be with us.

A/N: I screamed while writing this, then again while getting ready to write this author note because… THE SMUT IS FINALLY HERE!!! I am so sorry this took ages, school has been kicking my ass and this smut was testing me, but I hope that it’s good enough to make up for lost time! While I knew this was gonna be a slowburn series, I did not expect it to take this long even though yeah they've been together for a few chapters by now... but oh well?? Also, this chapter was beta’d by the lovely @h1gh-funct1on1ng-soc1opath !! So huge shoutout and thank you to them! Check out their amazing works as well for more male reader and beyond! As always, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff, SMUT, NSFW (18+), Kissing, Rimming, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Breeding, Dirty Talk, End of the world sex? lol, Choking, Biting, Overstimulation, Masturbation/Mutual, Rough Sex AND Soft Sex?, Praise???, Slight Possessiveness?

Word Count: 6,782

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“What?” you could see Poe’s heart drop.

Your connection to the force was finally rectified and you felt it clear as day; Leia was gone, “I don’t understand...”

You wondered if the Resistance had been attacked or something along those lines until the connection became clearer to you. It wasn’t as if you could see or hear anything, necessarily, but the information was given to you intuitively. She had given her life in hopes to save her son. 

“Where’s Rey?” 

Poe didn’t respond for a few moments, still swallowing what he thought he heard you say before coughing it up, “She... she went after the wayfinder but Kylo came. They fought but we couldn’t see clearly. We don’t know what happened to Kylo but we saw Rey take off in his ship.”

Maybe Leia transferred her life energy to Kylo after Rey struck him down? Impossible, force healing requires direct touch, let alone the incredible distance she was away. She must have projected herself outwards to try to connect with him, knowing that he most likely... didn’t have much time before he truly fell to the dark side. And where did Rey go? She wouldn’t just abandon us… I have to trust she knows what she’s doing, we have enough to worry about right now.

“Poe, I’m sorry.” You walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, “General Leia is gone. She gave the last of her strength to reach Kylo one last time.”

He kept his eyes locked on yours while you spoke, trying to see if there was any hint of uncertainty in your gaze while he fell into his shock. He finally broke your gaze and looked to the floor while his hand came up to rest on yours, releasing a huff of breath which he was most likely holding while you spoke. 

“How are we supposed to do this without her?” he whispered. “And now we’ve probably lost the wayfinder, Rey is AWOL...”

“Hey, we’ll do whatever we can, ok?” Your other hand came up to his cheek to bring his eyes back to you, “We’ll go back to base, regroup, come up with something. We have to.”

His eyes were filled with vulnerability as they met yours, “Y/N, I...”

You knew his feelings exactly, the fear that you would lose this war and ultimately, each other, “I know. Let’s not go there just yet. Catch me up on everything else.”

He nodded while he blinked a few times, sniffling, “We fixed the ship enough to take back off and we’re heading back to the Resistance.”

“What about Jannah and the rest of them?” you questioned.

“Turns out, all former Finns, they defected as well. Left them behind but with our number, I think we can count on their help,” Poe explained.

You hummed while nodding before you talked for a short while longer, knowing that you had to go break the news to Chewie as well. It was painful, Leia was one of Chewie’s oldest friends, and one of the only remaining ones after Han and Luke had died. The cries he let out were the most gut wrenching you had heard in any species, and you were there for him with Poe along with Finn after telling him as well.

It was a difficult ride back through hyperspace for all of you, memories of your time with Leia coming back to you nostalgically. Though, not long after everyone became aware, the ship had exited hyperspace and was back on Ajan Kloss.

After landing the ship, your group all came out defeatedly. Your endeavor only resulted in nothing, and the Resistance that you were coming back to didn’t have your incredible General to welcome you either. Lieutenant Connix was there to greet your team with a solemn expression on her face as well. She was leadership in the Resistance almost as long as Leia was involved, making her one of Leia’s closest confidants in the Resistance. They must have been very close.  

“There’s terrible news,” she informed.

“We know,” Poe sighed. “The Resistance has lost its best leader.”

She pursed her lips slightly and sighed, “It’s not just Leia. Come with me.”

You and Poe shared a concerned look before taking off after her, Chewie going off somewhere else as he was still processing his grief and Finn heading elsewhere. Following Connix, you eventually reached central command, a bunch of stations set up outside near the cave entrance in the jungle. Waiting for you there were Rose and Beaumont, another high ranking Resistance member in intelligence. 

He was the one who spoke as you arrived, “Kijimi has been destroyed.”

You gasped and Poe took a step forward hurriedly, “Kijimi? How?”

“A blast from a star destroyer,” Connix explained. “A ship from the new Sith fleet. Out of the unknowns.”

Poe turned and sighed, his eyes closing defeatedly while Beaumont circled, “The Emperor sent a ship from Exegol. Does that mean every ship in the fleet...”

“Has planet killing weapons,” Poe finished his line of thought. “Of course they do. All of them, this is how he finishes it.”

Even now that you’ve re-established your connection with your dark nature, you felt more confident though. Even if you were to unleash your full power at what you knew was the incoming nexus event, would even that be enough to win the war?

“To believe he was capable of something of this scope,” you thought out loud, thinking back to how you feared the worst out of him after his actions years ago.

One of the monitors began to chime and Rose leaned over to check on it, “Listen.”

Everyone quieted down and walked closer to the monitor as it was playing an audio message. 

“It’s on every frequency,” Rose mentioned as she flipped through the channels.

While everyone listened intently, Beaumont began to translate, “The Resistance is dead. The Sith flame will burn. All worlds surrender or die. The Final Order begins.”

“Leia made you acting General,” Rose aimed her words at Poe.

You looked at him, seeing the visible strain on his face from such losses and what was to come. Things were becoming dire, and you didn’t know what you could do to stop it.

“What now?” Rose asked.

The makeshift meeting had adjourned with Poe not being able to answer the question. He stood there for a few moments trying to think of something before he let out a grunt and said to keep working. As he walked away, he made sure to turn his face towards you and make eye contact, signaling that he wanted you to follow.

You looked around the room to Beaumont, Connix, and Rose before giving them a sympathetic look and leaving to follow Poe. His pace wasn’t exactly slow as he seemingly wanted to get out of there quickly, leaving you to already try and catch up to him after leaving.

Before long, though, you had come up to him and walked beside him, turning your head to look at him. He turned his head to meet your eyes and you were shocked to see them filled with vulnerability. Without being able to get a really good look at it, he turned his head back to focus on walking. It seemed like he was about to cry to you and your heart sank in your chest. 

You hadn’t noticed it but he was walking in the direction to his room and before long, he opened the door and went inside without a word, leaving you to follow and close the door behind him, “Baby, please talk to me.”

He turned back to face you once you had closed the door and you were met with the same glazed eyes, “I don’t know what to do.” He sighed and raised his hands up to his face, covering them with his fingers and muffling his speech, “I can’t lead all of us. This is probably suicide no matter what, anyways.”

You came forward to take a hold of his hands and remove them softly from his face, forcing him to look at you, “Hey, take a breath.” A tear escaped from his eye and your heart cracked in your chest, “Oh, Poe. Leia wouldn’t have entrusted you to lead if she didn’t believe that you could do it.”

He sniffled, breaking his gaze before returning it to yours with a different look, “I don’t want to lose you. We don’t have enough people or manpower to win this war, I don’t want to lose you.” 

He whispered his final words as his voice threatened to break, his eyes shutting closed, fresh tears escaping from his lashes. 

Your eyes wet with your own tears, your heart reflecting his thoughts in the feelings it gave you, “I know, I know.” You placed your forehead on his, “We’ll make it through this. Together.”

The two of you held pressure against one another, the closeness chipping away at the sadness eating at you both. The room was silent and you couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of Poe’s hands in your own, your breaths mingling against one another, the emotional hurricane that the two of you were in the eye of .

Your eyes opened shortly after his and while you separated a few millimeters, the two of you maintained your closeness. No words were exchanged between you, only the train ride of intensity your eyes were burning into each other with.

A glance down at your lips had a nerve spike up your back and prompted you to do the same, looking down at Poe’s soft lips. You weren’t sure if you had inched closer or if he did but your lips connected like magnets, fitting together as if you had been kissing already. 

The rush of emotions, along with the tears, had made your body more sensitive, and his lips felt divine in that moment. Every brush of them, the suction of them, the slight feel of his stubble at the edges of your lips, it was a delight that had you desperate for more.

Your lips parted for the first time and you let out a gasp, the breath you were holding nearly bursting from your lungs. Poe had done much of the same, his warm breath cascading over your neck and sending goosebumps down your chest. He took the opportunity to snake his hands out of yours and pull them around your body, holding you close. In this exchange, your hands came up to cup his face, your thumb wiping a tear that had fallen.

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N,” he whispered.

“I love you too, Poe Dameron,” you returned with just as much love.

Both of you leaned back for more as the next kiss seemed more hungry than the last; Poe’s once soft and loving kiss turning into a deep and passionate one. It made your cock jump in your jeans and heat to rush through you. Moaning into the kiss, he took the opportunity to snake his tongue in and get a taste of you. While you had been completely inexperienced before, you had kissed Poe many times by now and had gotten pretty used to it. Sex, however... the two of you had not tried yet. His hands tightened around you and you felt a moan rise from deep in his chest.

“I need you,” Poe just barely made out the words before diving right back in for another kiss.

The overwhelming passion that burned through the two of you was something neither of you had felt before. Never had the two of you needed another person so badly, had craved everything that they had to offer so much, needed them more than the air that you had breathed.

He turned the two of you around and the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed, Poe easing you down onto the bed while you crawled up to get comfortable. Poe followed you the entire way before reaching down and grabbing the hem of his shirt and raising it over his head, tossing it to the side. His gorgeous bronze body stood over you now, your eyes appreciating the hair traveling down his happy trail. 

“Eyes up here,” Poe managed a smirk, reaching his hands down to pull your shirt up under you as well.

You blushed slightly and allowed him to help you out of your shirt, plopping back down on the bed with Poe’s arms now resting on the sides of your head. His face was just above yours and he smiled lovingly down at you, one of his hands coming to comb through your hair and push it back before plunging down and kissing you again. Your hands came up to his sides and began to stroke at the skin, affectionately trying to hold him close.

Knowing that this might be the first and... last time that the two of you could be like this, it made the moment all the more special. The two of you knew exactly what you were at risk of losing and it made all of your inhibitions fade away. 

“I know we haven’t-” Poe began.

“I want to do it,” you stopped him, knowing what he was talking about.

He smiled back at you, “Are you sure?”

“I am. I want... I want you inside me,” you blushed, never speaking so lewdly before.

Poe’s eyes widened at your bold words, never knowing you were capable of it. His cock raged hard in his pants and he was shocked by how effective it was to him, “Anything for you.”

Poe had wanted this for months, and so had you, but Poe knew you weren’t quite ready. It  wasn’t exactly easy having a moment to yourselves ever, constantly either on mission or doing something separately. 

Poe couldn’t help but kiss you again, moaning into it as the promise of what was to come excited him. While you did feel a bit nervous about your first time, you were actually thankful that your recent mission had you not eating for a while. Though the main reason was because you were with Poe, because you could trust him with everything that you had.

Your slightly shaky hands reached down to start unbuckling his belt and you managed it thankfully easily, before unbuttoning his pants and unzipping. By then, Poe had broken the kiss and moved his hands down after getting off of you to pull his pants down, getting them to the bottom before realizing he had to unlace his boots. You noticed yours were still on as well and you moved to unlace and toss them to the side along with your socks and pants around the same time Poe had removed his. Now, Poe was back on top of you with only his tight underwear on, his ridiculous bulge clearly seen to the eye. 

Your eyes widened slightly and Poe noticed it, “It’s ok. I’m not gonna hurt you.” He leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips before moving to pepper kisses along your neck, “I’ll make sure you’re ready for me.”

You leaned your head to the side as your eyes drooped closed, a satisfied breath escaping your throat at his actions, your cock bobbing in your own underwear. 

As his head was aimed downwards to kiss your neck, he noticed your cock jerk in your underwear, “Looks like I’m the one who should be nervous for next time.”

You blushed and let out a small laugh, “I like the sound of next time.”

He returned his gaze to you at that, the love in his eyes shining heavier than before. Bending back down to kiss you, he pressed his hips down and rubbed the two of your cocks together through the fabrics. The friction felt delicious and you moaned into the kiss, Poe’s tongue exploring your mouth. Pre-cum leaked from your cock, throbbing and hard since basically the first kiss, leaving a wet pool on your underwear. 

Poe broke from the kiss and reached over to the table next to the bed, popping open a shelf and grabbing something from inside. He placed it down next to you and you looked over to see that it was lube. While you were looking over, Poe had grabbed at your underwear and pulled it down in one smooth motion before you had time to even react. You turned back and he had a smirk on his face before he grabbed your thighs and pushed forward. It forced your back to curl up and your upper half to press a bit into the bed, somewhat holding you in place. 

You gasped and Poe had a full grin on his face now, the slightest twinge of hunger behind his teeth, “This is a cockpit I plan on commandeering.”

You blushed at the ridiculousness of his words but couldn’t even open your mouth to get your response out before he plunged his tongue into you. Your back arched and your eyes squeezed shut, it was an incredible feeling. The prodding of his tongue into your hole, the gripping of his hands on your thighs to keep you in place while he dug into you. It was all new to you and while it was slightly off-putting for a brief moment, it immediately turned into pleasure. 

“Poe,” you weakly moaned, your abdomen seizing randomly as the pleasure coursed through you.

His eyes were initially focused on the same thing his tongue was, devouring your ass, until he heard your sweet moan grace his ears. He had made you moan in many different ways before but this was different; you sounded truly vulnerable and his cock involuntarily jumped. The moment he looked up to meet your eyes, he struggled to keep a moan from escaping his chest at seeing your flushed and weak state. His tongue swirled and licked stripes across the inside of your cheeks, slipping as deep into your hole as he could get, pulling more strained whines to flow through your throat.

He would alternate every once in a while and blow on your hole, making you hiss with the cool sensation before he dove right back in. If you hadn’t known any better, you would have thought he grew out his stubble for this purpose exactly. As he tongued you, his chin and cheeks brushed against the back of your balls and the inside of your thighs.

He even went as far as driving a stripe up your hole with his chin, the short hairs sending your sensitive hole into a frenzy before returning with his tongue and soothing the sharp sensation. Your hands were clutching the sheets around you with a death grip, trying your hardest to try and relax your muscles down there for him.

“You look perfect, so absolutely perfect,” he managed a mutter before plunging back in for another taste.

You moaned loudly at his newfound passionate intrusion and one of your hands flung up to grip in between your legs at his hair, holding on for dear life. Poe moaned into you as the slight sting on his scalp made his cock jolt in his underwear, basically soaked completely through with the amount of pre-cum he was leaking.

The both of you were pleasantly astonished, you because you had never felt pleasure like this before, and Poe because, even with women, he had never been so lost in his senses like he was right now with you. If it weren’t for the perfect specimen in front of him, Poe would have been lost in thought of how he never tried it with men before. But he knew the answer to that without even having to think about it, it was because it was you. 

“Poe, please,” you wished you could manage more than the repetition of ‘please’ along with his name but you were completely lost to his advances on you.

He growled against you, his own impatience further driven by your own. One of his hands that he was using to hold your thighs rushed down to his underwear, which he haphazardly shoved down his legs in one push. Because your leg was no longer supported, it dropped down. As Poe straightened his back to press up against you, it came to naturally wrap around his hip while the other remained in his grip.

Poe looked down at you, legs spread for him, hole puckering and wet, face flushed with pleasure and body heaving with your breaths and wished he could burn the image into his memory. But his boy was waiting for him, and he wouldn’t make him wait any longer than necessary, as he was just as impatient. 

“Grab that bottle, sweetheart,” Poe’s raspy voice asked of you.

His voice was deeper than usual and you could feel the rasp in his chest against your leg, sending a shiver throughout your body. His eyes, while soft and caring, had a deep, unsatiated need behind them. You felt as if he was barely able to hold himself back and it made your body thrum with excitement.

Reaching over to the bottle that was near your head, you timidly offered it to him while looking down at your chest, feeling a slight wave of embarrassment. Poe had caught on and smiled slightly. Idiot, he thought to himself before he softly dropped the other leg he was holding to the side and guided it around his hips to lock with your other leg. 

He grabbed the bottle with one hand and dipped forward with his body, using his other hand to grab at your chin. He peppered a few kisses along your jawline before his lips came just before yours and he looked into your eyes, “Look at me.” You pulled your gaze up at him and blushed once more, his eyes so close it took up most of your vision before his lips faintly pulled into another smile, “I love you.”

“I love you to-” you immediately went to respond, but were silenced by Poe’s lips surging forward to claim yours. 

Moaning into the kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck, your ankles locking around his back to press him as close to you as you could. Your tongues brushed and swept against each other as the suction in your lips pulled more and more noises to come from you and Poe. Because he had reached forward, his now bare cock was pressing up against your hole as he grinded against you.

Poe tightly gripped the bottle that he held, pressed against the bed to help hold his weight while his aching cock begged to push into the tightness in front of it. The other hand, once on your chin, now slightly applied pressure against your neck.

Poe broke the kiss by applying a bit more pressure with his fingers, forcing your neck to slightly crane up and give him access. He dug his face in, his stubble brushing against your sensitive skin while his lips and tongue left marks as deep as he could.

“I’m yours, completely,” he muttered before biting down on your carotid.

You yelped slightly into a moan from the sudden action, unable to even form a reply as Poe held you so tightly, so possessive yet gentle, while his ministrations on your neck had you nearly passing out.

“And you’re mine, right? I wanna hear you say it, Y/N,” his words seemed as if they were intended to come across dominating but, instead, came out more desperate than anything.

You finally managed the strength to respond, “I’m yours, Poe. All yours.”

He let out a deep moan, a satiated one, before you felt his cock physically pulse against you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Without stopping his onslaught on your throat, Poe snaked his arm out from your throat and moved his other arm over, expertly popping open the lube bottle with one hand while squeezing it into the other. You hadn’t even noticed all of this with your eyes shut in pleasure, Poe’s lips unrelenting and traveling across every plane and crook of your neck.

After he felt enough lube pressed onto his finger, Poe reached his arm down towards your hole, backing his hips up just slightly and leaving your lower section colder than you liked. However, that cold was suddenly replaced by a new coldness against your aching heat, making you yelp out. Poe smirked against your neck.

The cold quickly transitioned to warmth as he began massaging the lube around the area of your hole, using a finger to rub circles directly on it, sending an animalistic feeling crawling up your stomach. Before long, his finger inched past the ring of your muscles, softly massaging the flesh inside. Once again, the intrusion felt extremely foreign but pleasurable all the same, your back arching into Poe in response.

He smirked against your throat once more, nipping at the skin before taking your lips in another kiss. As he did, he inserted a second finger, silencing your yelp with his own mouth. His warmth was welcomed as you let the kiss distract you from the probing of his fingers. 

“You’re doing so good,” Poe muttered into your lips. His fingers curled upwards a few inches inside of you, “It won’t be long now.”

You moaned loudly, your muscles clenching reflexively as Poe took your lower lip into his teeth, biting down just slightly before he licked a warm flat stripe across the side of your lips and cheek. His two fingers were initially testing the waters with you, but they began to explore on their own accord, scissoring you and stretching you out as they wished. 

“Enough, please just f-fuck me,” you whimpered out, any sense of shame from your words or actions in this bedroom no longer a concern.

Poe flexed his fingers once more inside you, as if testing something, before he responded, “Ok baby, I won’t keep you waiting any longer.”

Your hands broke from his neck as he straightened back up, grabbing his cock with one hand while the other hand brought the lube bottle closer. His weight and warmth no longer covering you sent a shiver down your body and you eagerly waited for him, your legs still wrapped loosely around him. He squeezed more liquid out of the bottle directly onto the shaft of his cock and began to use his other hand to stroke slowly, spreading the lube across his length.

While doing so, your eyes became mesmerized by the sounds and sight in front of you, his large and calloused hands slowly stroking his huge cock plainly for you to see. Poe noticed the impatient and hungry look on your face and couldn’t help the smirk that graced his face while he looked down at you. His cock in his hands while he looked down at the person he loved the most, spread out and waiting for him; it made him harder than he had ever felt before. 

“I’m coming, sweetheart,” he cooed as he began to shift his weight forward again.

The bottle was tossed to the side of the bed, one of his arms coming up near your head to hold his weight in a fist while the other held his cock, aiming it in the direction it needed to be. At first, Poe couldn’t help but brush his cock up and down at your entrance, teasing and prodding the hole. Feeling his hard rod against you, teasing you, drove you insane, as all you wanted was it inside of you. 

“Sorry,” he bent down to place a firm kiss on your forehead with a slight chuckle. “I just want to savor every moment of this.”

A lazy smile graced your face before you intended to respond, opening your mouth but nothing coming out, instead a rush of breath. He had pushed past the ring of your entrance and held his head inside. It was much... much wider than his fingers, and they were wide already. 

Immediately, your body tensed up, and your hole tightened on him like a vice grip, your arms flinging right back round his neck and gripping. He growled and fought the urge to push forward in that moment. Instead, now that he was seated in you enough, he chose  to bring his other hand up to the other side of your head, allowing him to lean further down and reach you. You were a whimpering mess, unable to form words as the full feeling inside of you made your thoughts blank out.

“Shhhhh,” he placed a soft kiss on your nose. “It’s just us,” he comforted.

He didn’t move a centimeter, as much as his hips were screaming at him to do so as he let you acclimate to him. Your eyes were squeezed shut, fingers digging into Poe’s neck and shoulders as you tried to calm your body down. He laid butterfly kisses along your face the entire time, the little sensations gradually helping you relax around him. 

Eventually, your hole relaxed around him enough for movement and he pecked you on the lips, “Are you ready for me to move, sweetheart?”

Panting, you nodded, a strand of hair falling onto your forehead and sticking to the sweat, “Please, Poe.”

He kept his face against yours, not breaking his eye contact with you as his hips began to apply more forward pressure. The two of you panted heavily, Poe with the strain of holding back in your perfect warmth and you from the incredible fullness you were feeling. Gradually, he pushed deeper and deeper inside of you, and it wasn’t long before you felt like you couldn’t take any more.

“Poe,” you gasped as you felt him dangerously deep. “It’s too much.”

He shook his head and looked deep into your eyes, “My N/N can handle anything. We’re almost there, baby, you can take it.”

His words seduced your mind into believing him, or perhaps your mind already did in the first place, and simply needed some convincing. Feeling like he was nearly inside of your stomach, you had finally felt the familiar brush of his pubic hair against your thighs. You would have let out a sigh of relief if it hadn’t been for the spot he seemed to unlock deep inside of you with his last portion. The moan that came from your chest was as loud and deep as it was sudden, ripping from your throat with such force it shocked even you.

Poe grunted out a deep and long breath as he finally felt seated inside of you fully, completely connected with you in the deepest way possible. Shivers rampaged through your body and nearly made you begin to convulse, emanating outward from deep in your stomach and anus into the rest of your body. 

“P-P-Po-e,” your words stuttered like you were in the shivering cold, your entire body on fire with sensitivity.

“Does my cock reach that special spot, baby?” he muttered into your ear, voice low and almost threatening.

Knowing you were incapable of words, you nodded your head with fervor.

He chuckled darkly, “I’m taking advantage of that, just so you know.”

His hips retracted and slammed forward, his cock nearly escaping your hole before plunging back in. 

You screamed out and Poe brought one of his hands that was holding up his weight to come around your throat much like before, “Let me hear you, baby.”

He didn’t stop there, but instead began to keep a pace, fucking into you roughly like you had been going for hours already. If Poe’s plan was to take advantage of your overstimulation, he had succeeded. Let alone you were still reeling from the sensation you felt when he bottomed out in you as you never felt it before, you were forced to confront that sensation every half second as it was aggressively abused by Poe.

Your eyes began to lose focus and roll to the back of your head, your throat constricted with your muscles tightening and barely able to pull any breath. His hand wasn’t keeping your airflow out at all, pressing in expert spots that applied pressure stimulation without clogging up your throat. 

“No no, you’re not going anywhere,” Poe’s hand left your throat and moved to the back of your head, holding it firmly and tilting it back to face him. “I wanna see my work.”

Your cock, which you weren’t even able to fathom to think about, was bobbing fiercely, pre-cum leaking from your slit onto your stomach in waves. Whatever he was hitting was a button that ejected more pre-cum from you, every slam of his cock, balls deep, sending another slight rush of pre-cum forward.

Stars were dancing slightly in your vision but you managed to pull your gaze into Poe’s, his hand keeping your head steady helping for the most part. His eyes were the darkest you had ever seen them, pupils blown wide as he drank you in like water in a desert. He kept up his bruising pace all the same though, the sound of his hips slapping against you filthily filling the room.

You tried to get words out, but every time, they only came out as broken gasps, your jaw basically stuck in an O position. Poe was loving every second of it; the fact that he could break you apart like this so easily, and the look on your face... he nearly came on the spot. Though, he gave himself a break, and you as well, finally slowing his pace and only pulling out halfway before slowly edging his way back in.

You gasped, your lungs finally working like he had flicked the on switch. Poe gave you a chance to regain your breaths mingled with the moans from his slow and methodical movements, once again licking and sucking on your neck, one of his favorite spots he had come to find out. 

“I hope that wasn’t too much,” he softly kissed your skin, apologizing with his tenderness.

You shook your head without even thinking about it, “N... no it... it was so good.”

Poe had glanced down and you could feel the rumble of his chest, your eyebrow furrowing in confusion, “Whats-”

You looked down to see what he was looking at as he had looked back up at you, a goofy smile on his face. Looking at your stomach, there was a clear white liquid all over you, and not the transparent kind from pre-cum. You had orgasmed solely from his fucking just then, and you couldn’t even tell from how lost in your pleasure you were. 

“At least I’m doing my job right,” Poe quirked, tilting his chin up to kiss you.

You sighed contently into the kiss before it turned into a slight moan, his cock brushing up on your walls delicately. You only had a single orgasm yet your entire body was buzzing, your legs twitching ever so slightly. Let alone you were already emotional from what was going on, your stimulation had tears building up in your eyes, just barely holding back from falling onto your cheeks. 

“I love you so much, I can’t even explain it,” Poe admitted against your lips, accentuating the curve of his hips while he pumped into you.

“I love you, Poe. I love you so much,” you responded in tandem.

Your bodies had a cover of sweat, some of it falling from Poe’s hair onto your chest and neck. The room was hot, ignited by the passion between you, reflecting the fire you felt in your stomach. His hips began to pick up speed slowly, every thrust becoming harder, hungrier as your walls enclosed him in. The spot deep inside that he abused moments ago now felt more sensitive than before, hisses passing through your teeth from the stimulation.

Poe reached his left arm down to your cock, his right hand strained in the pillow next to you before he took it into his hands and began to stroke. Your hand reflexively tried to leave his neck and move his hand away as the feeling was simply too much, but Poe expected it. 

His hand left your cock only momentarily to grip your wrist and bring it back around his neck before returning his hand to your cock, “Keep your hands there.”

You whined, digging your fingers into his shoulder bruisingly, “Poe, it’s too much.”

He dipped again and claimed your lips, silencing you as his hand picked up speed, now nearly matching the speed of his thrusts. He curved his fingers expertly around your head each time his hand rose, and it was so sensitive it nearly hurt. You had already leaked an abysmal amount of pre-cum on top of cumming already, and you felt you had nothing left to give; but Poe was adamant in his efforts to prove that wrong. 

“I want to feel your cock pulse when you cum because of me,” Poe gritted against your lips, his words only sending you further down the depths of pleasure. 

You could feel Poe’s cock pulse within you, the veins of his cock pulsing and brushing against the ridges of your hole, his moans and growls growing louder as he approached his own climax. 

“I’m gonna cum, baby, can I?” he wanted nothing more than to breed your hole, to completely make you his, but he needed to make sure you wanted it too.

You nodded your head desperately, “Please, Poe. I want it inside me.”

Your own need for him to load you was the thing that sent Poe completely over the edge. With a loud moan, he rutted his hips as hard and deep as he possibly could and began to pump his seed. The sheer look of pleasure on Poe’s face along with feeling his warm cum filling you up sent you over the edge as well, your cock straining at full mass as it unloaded.

Your vision nearly went black from the force of your orgasm, let alone Poe’s cock slammed against your prostate, his cum pumping into you coated it completely, leaving a fuzzy feeling to emanate throughout your body. Your cock sputtered a good amount, the first sputter rising as far as your upper chest before the rest needily pumped over Poe’s fingers and onto your stomach.

Poe’s orgasm lasted far longer than yours, you could feel his cock jerking and pulsing in you for so long, more and more warm cum being released from his balls. Your eyes were stuck watching Poe’s frozen expression, his pleasure so heavy and consuming that his brain had trouble keeping up. His eyes were unfocused as all he could sense in that moment was his incredible orgasm, along with the feeling of your warm tightness around him.

After what felt like a minute or two, his cock finally stopped jumping and Poe gasped sharply, intaking heavy breaths as the muscles in his upper back and arms nearly gave out. You encouraged him, allowing his body to fall on top of yours, your cum now mingling between your warm and spent bodies. His face was pressed into the crook of your neck as his hips stayed pressed up against yours. Your legs remained wrapped around his hips loosely, his cum locked deep inside of you. His weight on top of you felt heavenly in that moment, and you reveled in the feeling of his strong and muscular frame encompassing you.

“I don’t think... anything in life will ever get close to that,” Poe managed out while trying to catch his breath. 

You smiled widely and warmly, your entire body relaxed and completely blissed out, “Only thing I can think of is doing it again.”

Poe’s cock twitched inside of you, the cock that was beginning to soften proving its resilience. 

You moaned deeply, completely overstimulated before Poe chuckled slightly, “Sorry, but that was your fault. Got me thinking.”

You chuckled weakly before heaving a satisfied sigh, closing your eyes and relaxing into the bed. One of your hands came up to start brushing at his hair and playing with the locks absentmindedly, Poe humming in contention. The moment the two of you shared was the most intimate and precious so far, and the both of you wanted to sit in it forever. However, you and Poe knew that there were pressing concerns, and they weren’t going to wait for you. 

“So, ready to save the galaxy or die trying?”

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