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1894-1901 Portrait of four young women (photo by C.M. Bell, Washington, D.C.)

(Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division)

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Badlands

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Cassian Andor x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 1200 words

Outline: Your boyfriend and fellow rebel convince you to spend a couple days in the desert to help him with his mission.

Warnings: swearing, drug & alcohol use, oral (f+m receiving) m x m (both men are presented as bi), dirty talk, penetration, rimming, fingersucking, breast worship, a little bit of everything just cause. If I missed anything major let me know.

Author’s Note: who cares about timelines when some people are hot. happy fourth and whatnot!

PS: dividers & banners by @saradika

Main Masterlist ・❥・Cassian Andor Masterlist ・❥・Poe Dameron Masterlist

You can't remember how it all started all you knew was that your head was on Cassian's thigh and his head on Poe's thigh, mouth open sucking on Cassian's cock while Poe was licking your pussy.

It was slow and sensual, a change of pace from fifteen minutes ago when they were both switching positions and taking their turns penetrating you.

In the middle of the desert after a long journey when Cassian told you that an old friend would be joining you in the bewilderment, you could have never predicted this. Not even when you saw them kiss clearly putting on a show for you.

Poe had brought along with him very strong beverages and some herbs that were supposed to be stimulants,' they were supposed to help with your mission. ' The mission that had no details or end goal.

That mission.

Well now as you are kitty licking Cassian's cock while moaning from the pleasure on your pussy coming from Poe's devilish tongue, you knew all that was bullshit.

Once Cassian had found out you were chill with pretty much every single little thing in the bedroom, and after your first successful threesome with a lady he picked up from a casino, he was dying at a chance to bring along his old friend.

Poe was shamelessly flirting with you, licking his tongue all over his lips looking at you, calling you pretty and gorgeous, and petting your hair while looking deep into your eyes. He missed no opportunity to adjust himself in front of you, squeezing his cock when he caught you looking.

Oh, you were drooling.

You knew from the moment Cassian told you to stay inside the tents this morning that he was planning something.

And when Cassian poured half of a bottle of wine down your breasts just to watch your nipples get hard and Poe to chant a prayer, you knew you'd wish to stay in that dessert forever.

Now, Cassian is skillfully sucking on Poe's cock and you try to look saving information in your head for later to suck him exactly as he does to see if he'll notice.

You all looked beautiful like that, in a circle, naked and spent, the soft night light illuminating the tent. It was finally cold enough for you to be able to stay naked without sweating too much, the heat at the dessert was relentless and Poe's teasing all afternoon had driven you insane.

When earlier Poe slipped a thumb inside your mouth and Cassian only chuckled you knew it was about to start. Poe almost ripped apart your clothes trying to get fast access to your breasts. The dripping wine had him feral already and he couldn't wait for any more questions m

For the next half an hour, you were sitting on the couch with two men sucking and pulling on your nipples like their lives depended on your nectar.

The stimulation was insane and your hands gripped at their hair as this image would haunt your days forevermore.

Once satisfied, they both licked and sucked on your clit, their tongues dancing together looking at you, four pair of brown eyes, as if you were their treasure.

And you cummed. Two times one for each guy as they both stayed loyal and focused on their goals. His hands caressing your thighs and your breasts. Some fingers slip inside your mouth from time to time.

And then it was time for their fingers.

Cassian went first looking up at you with a smirk. "She's pretty when you stretch her out. She gets all impatient and whines that she can take it all dry." You rolled your eyes and almost blushed not wanting Poe to think anything differently of you.

"You just take forever. "

"Oh, don't push me, mi amor."

Poe looks at your inviting cunt begging for some extra touch. "I can't blame him though, I've never seen such a prettier girl. Makes me wanna ruin you again and again until you can do nothing but plead."

"Won't take her long. She always thinks she can take some much but. " Cassian continues, his mocking of you building a different kind of fire in your chest. "She always proves me wrong in the end."

You whimper and try to hide your eagerness but when Poe slips his finger inside you, your body naturally grinds on him and that bastard boyfriend of yours laughs out loud.

"She's desperate and yet she's the one always calling me a slut. If I didn't fuck her every hour of every day I think she'd be grinding my jacket whining."

You open your mouth to complain but just like that Cassian pushes his finger inside your cunt, next to Poe's, and the difference in textures has you moaning.

"Oh, she's about to start begging so bad. She won't stop until you shove your cock so deep inside her she's lolling her head."

A minute later and Poe was bottoming out with Cassian shoving his cock inside your mouth almost straddling you not letting Poe win first. Your mouth takes him in with love, your back hitting the low pillows now.

But the way he moaned when Poe started teasing Cassian's anus had you trying to clench on Poe's cock.

Keeping your focus on your boyfriend's cock was hard as Poe was setting a fast and brutal pace.

"Ruin her. If she doesn't choke you're not going fast enough. "

"Her pussy is so wet and tight." His hands are on your hips squeezing the skin between his thick fingers.

"Can barely stay in. Keeps slipping out." Poe complains as he is pushing inside again and then Cassian grabs your head and starts fucking your face allowing Poe to play catch up.

"Breathe through your nostrils. I promise you won't die before taking both of our cocks in your tight little hole."

His cum shooting inside your throat was the only way for him to stop. Rapidly he switched around and started kissing you passionately, tasting his cum in your mouth.

"I'm gonna fill her up, Cass. "

"Oh, I wanna see her leak."

You groaned at his word and Poe completely lost control of his hips as he started using your body as his pleasure.

"I need..." you whine shouted arching your back. "To cum." You rolled your eyes as Poe's thumb came in contact with your cunt. He rubbed it for less than a second and there you were screaming his name.

"Fuck baby, you're so pretty when you orgasm. So dumb fucked. "

And he shoots his load inside you, slowing down his movements shouting your name with a groan before he collapses on your chest.

"Fuck baby, fuck."

And he slipped out of you as he landed by your side wrapping his arms around your chest. Cassian made an enthusiastic sound as he watches Poe's cum dripping out of you and into your thigh.

"You're getting us both tomorrow, mi amor. Gonna have to spend all night stretching you out."

"I'm calling dips on that ass. "

"Not if I get there first."

"If you want some as well all you can do is ask pretty boy."

And that's how the rest of the mission went with those pretty boys taking turns on your holes until you were practically too weak.

Not a bad way to relax though.

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Oscar Isaac

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Dating Steven Grant would include:

Gender of his partner not specified

No warnings, just fluff and shenanigans under the cut

SFW headcanons 

Hanging out in his chaotic flat and letting him teach you all about his interests, helping him find some old and rare editions he has on ancient astronomy, and making him so happy for appreciating who he is and what he likes. Having tea and sweets while talking and talking... lots of eye contact and occasional touches- at first he would apologize, but after you held his face and called him silly and kissed him, everything changed. He would, then,  be very physical in his affection, if you like it too. Cheek kisses, hugs, holding hands...

Bonus points if you find something you love among his books: he would just contemplate you with doe eyes while you tell him all about it and why you love it. Expect cool special editions of your personal favorites coming your way in lovely wrappings with big bows and all.

He would whisper poetry in your ear when you went stargazing because you were so pretty that night and it reminded him of that specific poem he loves.

Cuddles, lots of cuddles on the couch, on the bed; holding hands in the park while taking a walk and going for a picnic on a day off. If you made the picnic basket full of vegan treats, he would ask: "All f"me? W-why?" With tears in his eyes, he would probably kiss you then. 

You would go see plays and movies and get all dressed up for fine dining nights, now and then.

Steven would never forget one special date or anniversary and would send flowers with dorky notes to your workplace, barely waiting until you met later on and he could look at you and see your smile... he would relax then, knowing he did alright.

He would not feel comfortable sleeping in your place, so, after an open talk about his sleeping disorder, you agreed to stay at his flat.

Now some NSFW headcanons (not explicit but-):

Making out with him. Okay. 

He would get all flustered the first time you undressed a bit, making out on the couch and letting your hands wander on his body, finding him a lot stronger all over than his ways would tell. You would take off your shirt to maybe get him comfortable with taking off his own... And the vision of his pecs and abs and arms would make you surprised (and worked up). He would quickly notice that and resume the kissing, smiling on your lips when you explored his body, so happy...

The first time you had sex was so special. He was giddy and shy and a bit awkward but he wanted to be with you like that so hard. Maybe Marc gave him tips one day (depending on when this happened), about how to pleasure you. When the moment came, he took some minutes to relax and that was it, Steven was totally there with you, enjoying the moment, working to make you feel as good as he was feeling. 

He would praise every bit of you, broken whispers and moans filling the air. 

As a fast learner himself, he would know how to make you come with certain ease, and not stop until you came. Expect also all-nighters (he has great stamina, I am sure of it). 

Seriously, he would be such a great boyfriend. 

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mrs tillich's hot grandson

Your elderly neighbour, Mrs Tillich, is so lovely...as is her grandson.

Warnings: Mentions of dementia in a relative. Elderly relative needing a live-in nurse. Mentions of past military career. Sort of proofread, prone to mistakes. Word count: 1,714 GN!Reader, no use of Y/N.

What's this!? A one shot!? I'm sorry I've been gone for four weeks, I've been hyper fixating on Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit (it's taken 20+ years but I've finally watched them).

Your neighbour, Mrs Tillich, is a ray of sunshine.

She’s pushing on 100, she has a live-in nurse with her, and loves to be in her garden, which was when she usually caught you to have a chat, over the fence you share, usually when you were leaving for work or coming back. Honestly, you had no problem with speaking to her; as you said, she was everything that was good in this world, and she brightened your day.

You suspected she had some sort of dementia; she’s introduced herself to you multiple times, and repeatedly tells you about her ‘very good looking and single’ grandson.

“He’s a strapping young man,” she’d told you one day, giving you a wink. “He’s in the military, you know?”

You always smiled politely and told her that he sounded very interesting and maybe one day you’ll be introduced, but so far, you hadn’t met the guy.

You hope it’s the gentleman who visits her once a month, who gives you a polite nod if he ever catches your eye if you’re in your driveway. He’s a real silver fox and is always dressed so smartly. He makes your stomach do somersaults whenever his dark eyes meet yours. And God, that jawline.

Today’s forecast was sunshine all around, and you decided that it was the perfect opportunity to give your garden some TLC, and maybe even wash your car. You dress in light clothes, accommodating the hot weather outside and you step out. Your long-abandoned gardening tools were in your garage, and you had some old plant seeds from last year, gifted to you from Mrs Tillich. Hopefully, they would still be okay.

After gathering your things, you settle on your lawn and get work picking out the weeds and giving your garden a general tidy up. You bask in the sunlight, listening to the sounds of birds, and cars passing, and the sounds of the Johnson kids a few doors down, having a water fight from the sounds of it.

You’re so lost in your own world that you don’t realise someone has joined you.

“Hi.”

You jump and look up at the source of the voice.

It was him. The silver fox. He was stood on Mrs Tillich’s side of your adjoining fence, his arms crossed, and Christ, is it normal for a shirt to stretch like that over someone’s arms?

“H…hi,” you stammer before you clear your throat. Pathetic. “Hi.”

His gives you a small grin before he holds his hand out. “I’m William. But I usually go by Bill, you can call me Bill if you want.”

You stand quickly and make your way over. You shake his hand as you introduce yourself. You ignore the way your skin tingles as he shakes your hand.

“Nice to finally meet you,” he said, before crossing his arms again. Defensive guy. “We saw you – me and my grandmother – in your garden, and she told me I should introduce myself. She said you were friendly, and ‘single’. I apologise if she’s been a bit persistent.”

So he is the grandson!

You shake your head at his words, giving him a soft smile. “No, not, she’s…not at all. I enjoy chatting to her, she’s really nice.”

“She can be...” he says before going quiet, giving you a look as if he felt sorry for you, but also trying to placate you. “She’s a bit...you know.” he motions to his head.

“Really, you don’t have to explain yourself,” you say, giving a kind smile. “I don’t mind chatting to her, really.”

William nods at you and you both fall into an awkward silence. You bite the inside of your lip as you study him for a second. What do you talk about? You feel like you know this guy pretty well, thanks to your neighbour, but now he’s in front of you, you can’t think of anything to say.

So you blurt out the first thing that come to your mind that you remember about him. “So you’re in the military?”

He tenses, his jaw setting as he stares at you with a hard look on his face.

“Mrs Tillich mentioned you were...” you say, going quiet at the look on his face. “Never mind, I might have misunderstood - “

“I’m not in the military anymore,” William said quickly. “She gets confused, because...you know...” he motions to his head again.

You stand and chat some more before he says he has to get moving. He was nice; a little quiet and reserved, maybe, but polite. And a little awkward. He stared so intently as you talked, and it gave you butterflies. He tells you it was nice to meet you and he heads back inside the house. He sends you a wave goodbye when he leaves a few hours later.

He visits again sooner than you expect, just a few weeks later. He gives you a small wave with the usual nod this time as he pulls into her driveway. You give him a wave back, but you don’t stop to chat. You don’t know when he leaves.

He comes back again a few weeks after that, but you’re not home. You only know because Mrs Tillich tells you about it the next day. She mentions Bill asked about you, causing your cheeks to warm as you tell her, “That’s nice, I hope he’s doing well.”

She actually giggles at you.

He doesn’t visit again for another few months, which was odd. You couldn’t help but ask Mrs Tillich about it, and she giggles at you again. She explains he’d been busy.

“He travels a lot,” she said, but you’d gathered that yourself. “He still calls me every few days.”

When he does come back, you’re shovelling snow in your driveway. He drives carefully up his grandmother’s driveway before climbing out the car, wearing the warmest – and most expensive – looking grey coat. He gives you the nod and a wave in greeting as he walks towards Mrs Tillich’s house, and you give him a smile and a wave back.

Like the last time you saw him, he doesn’t stop to chat.

You can’t help but feel disappointed, and somewhat put off. Had you made a bad impression last time? You had made that comment about the military, and he didn’t seem too happy about it, maybe it was that? But you were only going off the information given to you.

Whatever, you didn’t know they guy, you shouldn’t feel so sad about it.

You continue to shovel the snow from your driveway, trying not to think about William Tell, but after a while, you’re shocked out of your reverie again.

“Hi.”

Just like in the summer, you jump, and you look at him, where he’s stood behind the fence with a small smirk on his face as he watches you, his hands in his pockets.

“Hi,” you say, stopping to face him.

“Been a while.”

“It has,” you say, giving him a nod.

He swallows, and it was so subtle you would have missed it if you weren’t watching him as intently as you were. Surely, he wasn’t nervous?

“I’d like to apologise,” he said after another moment of silence. “For last time. I’ve been told I can be a little intimidating and it comes off as rude. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

You shake your head at him. “I didn’t think you were rude at all.”

He gives an amused huff through his nose. “You don’t have to spare my feelings - “

“No, really, I thought...it was nice talking to you.”

You go quiet, and you stare at each other again in silence.

You can’t get a read on this guy. You can’t tell if he likes you or not. You’re not even sure if you want him to like you. He’s only your neighbour’s grandson, and sure, he’s good looking and has a nice-looking body from what you could see, but really, he doesn’t seem all that interested in you –

“I may be way off base here, and I apologise now if I’m wrong, but would you like to go out for dinner sometime?”

Oh. Maybe he is interested.

“Yes,” you say instantly, without even thinking.

“What?” he asks, his eyes widening a little, as though he wasn’t expecting you to accept his offer.

“What?” you asked back, eyes just as wide, because had you answered too quickly? Were you being too eager?

“You want to go out for dinner with me?” he asks again.

“Yes,” you say, immediately again.

“Okay,” Bill nods, before giving a small smile. “Okay. Okay, great.”

Your cheeks warm as you smile shyly. “Great,” you breathe.

You stare at each other for a while, and your insides feel all gooey. Then he’s looking at you expectantly, but you’re sure you’re just giving heart eyes to him. “So…can I have your number?”

“What?” you ask, blinking at him before your eyes widen in realisation. “Oh, yeah, yes!”

He hands you his unlocked phone and you place your number into it (you’ll deny your hands were shaking until your dying days). You send yourself a quick text and feel your phone vibrate in your pocket as you hand his phone back to him.

“I’m pretty much free most evenings and weekends,” you say, trying not to sound like too much of a loser.

Bill nodded at you with a smile. “I leave in a few hours, but I’ll be back to visit next week, so…I’ll call you later, we can arrange something?”

You nod. “Yeah, that’ll be great.”

He gives you a nod. “I’ll see you later.”

“See you later,” you say as he turns and walks back into his grandmother’s house, but not before he turns back to look at you and gives you a wave.

You wave back.

You can’t stop smiling. And now your thoughts are filled with the forthcoming phone call about your date next week. What were you going to wear? Where would you go? He isn’t from round here, so maybe you could suggest a really good place. You’ll be cool, you’ll be collected, you’ll not throw yourself at him…you say as you shamelessly think about how much of a filthy kisser he might be…

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April 15th, 1912 - RMS Titanic sinks in the North Atlantic at 2:20 a.m., two hours and forty minutes after hitting an iceberg. In total, 1,496 people are believed to have perished in the sinking while 712 survived, rescued by the RMS Carpathia of the Cunard Line.

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Sleeping beauty

Dark!yanderePoe Dameron x fem!reader

Requested by @basicalyrandom

Note: this is based on the dirty part in my twisted letter for Yandere FO!General Poe Dameron ->here<-

Dead dove do not eat - you'll get exactly what's in the tags!

Tags: Smut, NSFW, threats, p in v, oral fem! receiving, dirty talk, possessive Poe, yandere themes?, somnophilia, noncon/dubcon.

You weren't aware of Poe's secret crush on you, although he was always a bit flirty you didn't seem to catch it. You were always deep asleep when Poe unknowingly to you masturbated almost every night after thinking about you.

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But simply thinking about you while stroking himself wasn't enough and he soon decided to just sneak into your quarters and fuck his fist while watching you sleep peacefully - If only you knew what you are doing to Poe...

It became almost routine for Poe - sneaking into your quarters and releasing his pent up desires for the day on either your covers or any exposed body part he could find. He wanted so bad to just shoot his load onto your beautiful face... But it was too risky...

But one night Poe didn't give a single shit about anything, it was already in the middle of the night, almost the whole base was asleep when Poe came back exhausted and hard from a tough escort mission.

Poe snuck into your quarters once again, palming himself through his pants.

"You're mine now for the night, sweetheart."

He slowly pulled back your covers, your sleeping form in sleeping clothes now completely exposed to his hungry gaze. Unzipping his pants, he reached inside and pulled out his cock, the tip already leaking pre cum.

"Fuck, look at that... Mmm, so beautiful..."

He began stroking himself slowly, spreading the pre cum around his shaft. His other hand reached out and gently ran his fingertips over your arm, your cheek and thighs.

As bad as Poe wanted to just let lose and pump his fist faster, he edged himself instead, wanting to save his load for your cunt instead.

Suddenly you started to move in your sleep, making Poe stop all movement at once. But he sighed in relief when you only shifted your sleeping position to lay on your stomach.

He continued to stroke himself, his eyes wandering over your body until they set onto your ass in your pajama pants. Reaching out he hooked his fingers and slowly pulled them down along with your panties.

"Such a beautiful ass." Poe chuckled lowly as more pre cum leaked from his cockhead.

You suddenly began moving again, feeling how your lower region gets fully exposed. "What the--" you were about to look at the intruder but Poe reacted quickly and clamped his hand over your mouth and climbed onto your bed, straddling you from behind.

He leaned down close to your ear, his breath sending ice cold shivers running down your spine, "Shhh, don't scream. It's just me, honey." Poe whispered lowly into your ear.

When you finally nodded, he slowly released you "Tonight I will finally get to fuck you. I grew tired of just fucking my fist every night while thinking about you." Poe stood up, seeing you look back at him with confusion.

"Why are you doing this, Poe?" You asked, your voice trembling with fear.

"I have a crush on you. Since the first day you arrived here at the base. Now turn around on your back and spread your legs." Poe replied, walking to your door and locking it.

You obeyed, laying on your back and spreading your legs. Looking back to Poe, he stalked towards you slowly, licking his lips hungrily as his eyes landed on your fully exposed pussy.

"I will enjoy playing with you. And if you will be a good little girl for me and do what I say I will make sure you will love it."

With that Statement, Poe grabbed your ankles and pulled you closer, your feet dangling off the bed as he kneeled down, kissing his way from your inner thigh towards where he wanted to taste you most.

He roughly pushed your thighs apart and dove in, his tongue swirling around your clit as he looked up at you from below. His brown eyes were filled with pure desire. Your breath hitched, your eyes rolling back as you could see the faint evident of a smirk on his lips as he now dipped down to swirl his tongue around your hole. You let out needy whimpers, those were enough to make Poe moan around your pussy and push his tongue gently inside you, his mouth watering as he tasted your sweet wetness. Thrusting his tongue in and out, your whimpers turning into needy moans.

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Just as you were about to orgasm, Poe pulled away, his curly hair dishelfed, looking more like a feral beast rather than a handsome Commander.

"You're leaking like a waterfall down there, honey..."

You couldn't form words, your mind clouded with pleasure as Poe spared no time to position himself between your legs.

"Too stupid to speak, hmm? I will fuck the living shit out of you, my little dripping fountain."

Poe pressed his cockhead against your cunt, pushing inside, his cock literally slipped inside given how slippy his tongue has made you. Biting his lower lip, Poe started thrusting slowly, your moans of pleasure making a devilish grin appear on his face. Poe's thrusts graduately became faster.

"Look how good your cunt is stretching around my cock... like it was made only for me, made to take me, made to make only my cock cum inside you..."

Each word was accompanied with a slow drag of his thick shaft against your soft walls.

It all became too much for you, your pussy clenching around his girth as your eyes fluttered backwards once again.

Feeling your orgasm, Poe slowed down shortly, but quickly increased his speed again making you wince at the overstimulation.

"I'm not done with you yet. You're gonna give me another one." Poe stated hoarsly, his thrusts becoming harder and faster.

-

Your second orgasm approached quickly, his cock hitting all the sweetspots inside of you. Poe felt himself getting close too, his thrusts becoming frenzied. Just as you thought you couldn't take it anymore, your second orgasm ripped through your body, squeezing Poe's cock for all its worth.

"Oh fuck!" Poe groaned, his cock filling you up with hot cum as he collapsed ontop of you.

"You better get used to this." Poe pulled back and stood up again, putting his cock back inside his boxers and zipping his pants up.

He enjoyed seeing you like this - all fucked out, a sexy mess he made of you.

Poe's tone went serious again, "If you tell anyone about this I will make sure you will have alot to pay and make up for. And trust me, you don't want to see that side of me."

With his final threat lingering in the air, Poe unlocked your door and left your quarters.

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Your only chance

(dark!)Yandere FO!General Poe Dameron x gn!reader

Category: Twisted Letter - I recommend you read the informations for twisted letters first ->here<- if you haven't already.

Dead dove do not eat - you'll get exactly what's in the warnings!

Warnings: NSFW, Poe is a perv, mention of male masturbation, possessive Poe, yandere themes(?), dirty thoughts.

Hello Precious,

do you miss me? Did you think about me? Because you can bet I sure did miss you. I bet the Resistance has some real trouble without me by their side. I'm gonna be honest with you here, let me spill the beans: remember my last mission a few months ago when the Resistance - you, saw me for the last time?

I switched sides. I joined the First Order, I was sick of constantly losing my friends, always running, always fighting, over and over again. I just couldn't stand it anymore. Call me crazy if you want but I made a decision. As the First Order became stronger, I began to realize that fighting against them would make everything worse for the Galaxy.

It's true the First Order suffers under being called the big bad evil, just like the Galactic Empire, but it really just depends on the leaders. After I joined them they of course interrogated me, I spilled everything about the Resistance I had, every top secret operation, revealed the bases, and I even snitched about some Resistance spies within the First Order.

And you know what they did? What they gave me in return? They promoted me to a General, they gave me my own fleet to command, my own loyal Stormtroopers, my own Resurgent Star Destroyer.

The First Order welcomed me, they gave me power. And all that just because I did the right thing - to fight for the right side.

But enough about me, let's talk about you.

Did you know I had - still have - a crush on you? From the very first day you joined the Resistance. I can still remember how Leia introduced you to me. She gave me the order to make sure you were prepared for your tasks. I did just that, watched you doing your tasks, and I liked what I saw.

In the following weeks you became a good member, following your orders obediently, you were proud of being in the Resistance. And I'm pretty sure you knew how much I liked you - how much I wanted you...

I mean, didn't you notice how I was looking at you every time during briefings? Perhaps not because I was almost always sitting at the darker corner of the room.

Whenever I praised you, putting a hand on your shoulder, it always stayed there for a moment longer than necessary. I just liked touching you...

I gotta admit, everytime when I saw someone else touching you I just wanted to rip them apart...

But don't worry, I wasn't mad at you for flirting or touching someone else - after all you didn't knew about my secret crush on you, so I forgive you.

And speaking of touching...

I bet you knew how flirty I could get sometimes, but you didn't know how dirty I can get, right?

How you thought I wouldn't pump my fist up and down my rock hard cock after thinking about you every single night? Sometimes, late at night I even paid you visits, stroking my cock over, and over again until I shot my cum on your thigh. Almost every night, again and again... I wished you could have been awake to see how hard you made me, how you made me feel, how feral you've made me...

The things I wanted to do with you. You don't know how hard I fought the urge to just wake you up and fuck you stupid, ravage your body until morning...

And now that I'm at the First Order? Now I want you back. I want to show you how good it is to be on my side.

I'm going to make sure you will belong to me, just like back in the Resistance...

You may not know it but you've always belonged to me, from day one.

I wrote you this message so you know how I feel about you, what happened to me.

I hope you read the message as soon as possible because I know exactly where you are, which base - and I'm coming.

And don't be afraid when you see my fleet arrive, you will be captured and brought to me.

But don't bother warning the Resistance, it won't change anything - even if you get evacuated from the base - I will find you eventually...

Your only chance to be part of the future of the Galaxy is with being by my side.

And lastly, don't fight against my troops or you will be stunned.

I will see you soon, Precious.

-- P. D.

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Cake me up before you dough dough

Pairing: Poe Dameron x female reader

(Special appearances by Snap and BB-8)

Words: 3500

Summary: You try to bake a cake. Poe tries to be… helpful.

Warnings: Poe being an adorable menace, suggestive language, terrible (and I mean terrible!) puns, double entendres and innuendos (including some for pregnancy and having children), food mention, may contain traces of nuts, not beta alpha or omega read

This is fiction and definitely not meant to be taken too seriously but please remember to never tease anyone about having or not having kids unless you are 200 per cent sure that they are absolutely fine with it.

Also, I would like to point out that the reader’s light headache is definitely not a migraine because if it was, Poe would have behaved completely differently.

And, of course, the gifs aren’t supposed to represent the reader’s physical appearance, they are purely for inspirational purposes.

As always, please be aware that I am not a native speaker, so I sincerely apologize in advance for any crimes committed against the beautiful English language! (Except for the innuendos. Those are entirely Poe’s fault.)

If you made it to the end of the warnings, you are amazing and deserve all the cake in the galaxy 🥰

“Nuh-uh, Poe, those have been measured!”

You tried to gently shove your boyfriend’s hand away as he indulged himself in at least a hand full of chocolate chips from the bowl on the kitchen counter.

His answer lay approximately somewhere in the middle between “Gfewfmpphlasfefuh” and “Hmeheetsluludfere”.

“Oh really, why didn’t you say so before?” you asked trying to keep your attention on the mixing bowl in front of you.

The crinkly-eyed smile he gave you would have melted the complete bowl of chocolate chips in no time. “I said: Since when are you using instant mix?” he laughed.

“Since someone keeps nibbling on all my ingredients whenever I try to prepare them!”

“Can’t help it, bups, I’m hungry.”

You sighed, “There are some leftover sausages in the cooling chamber.”

His eyes began to shine with a mischievous glint. “Maybe I’m hungry for something else,” he said approaching you gently from behind.

Placing his warm hands on your hips and a chocolaty kiss on your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulder, he continued, “And since you are strictly off nibbles whenever you are in the kitchen…”

“I’m pretty sure Leia’s words were ‘The kitchen is strictly off limits to you’!” you snorted. “You know, since the latest incident with the caf maker? And that you’re not allowed to enter any kitchen without a fully prepped extinguisher droid by your side. So… “

“Sooooo… what are we baking?” he changed the subject semi-elegantly.

“I am baking a cake,” you chuckled, giving him a playful boop on his nose, which made him scrunch it up so adorably, you couldn’t resist adding a sweet little kiss on top of it.

He hummed in approval. “What kinda cake?”

“Just… you know… cake…” you more mumbled than answered, suddenly very focused on the mixing bowl in front of you.

You could practically hear him raise his eyebrow without having to see it.

“Is it a secret?” he asked.

“Not really…”

“Does it contain nuts?”

“Not yet, but you can add some if you like?”

“You know my nuts are always up for grabs for you, babe!”

Too late did you notice how his hands had been wandering towards the front pocket of your apron, from which he pulled the package of the instant mix with a triumphant laugh, keeping it out of your reach amidst your protest with ease.

“Haydaria Prebun’s Super Moist and Juicy Cake Mix?” he read out loud, with particular emphasis on the moist and juicy parts.

As one brow was lowered, the other one shot up even higher.

At that moment you knew that you were in trouble.

But, of course, you weren’t ready to accept your fate that easily.

 “What are the chances of you forgetting what you just read?” you asked, not quite able to keep the pleading undertone out of your voice. “If I told you that it was the last one at the store?”

“That depends…” he said, stroking his chin as if pondering over a particularly complicated flight maneuver.

“On what?”

“On whether your cake will come out of the oven with a soggy bottom,” he deadpanned without so much as a twitch of his facial muscles.

“And what if it does?”

“Don’t worry, babe.” Putting one hand on your shoulder, he gave you a solemn look.

“As long as you penetrate deep enough when you check for leftover moisture, you should be fine.”  

“You’re really gonna make me regret this for the rest of the week, aren’t you?”

“Come on, bups, that name’s nearly as bad as the one Snap chose when he tried to open his night club.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be a night club!” you automatically said in almost perfect involuntary unison with Snap, who entered the kitchen exactly at that moment with BB-8 following right behind him.

Not too eager on being pulled into that discussion again, you knelt down to pet the little droid, making him beep in excitement.

“Hey, Beebs, what’s up, are you hungry, too?”

“No, Bee Bee ate!” Poe declared brightly, not quite succeeding at suppressing his grin this time.

Kriffing maker, why did he have to be so cute? Fighting somewhat to keep your composure and not give him the satisfaction of bursting into giggles, you said, “Poe, you don’t even qualify for the position of purveyor of dad jokes.”

“Told you so, buddy!” Snap grinned.

“Wait, told him what, exactly?” you asked.

“Well, me and the squad have discussed the matter and it’s obviously time for Poe to…”

“Please don’t say it!” you groaned.

“…put a bun in your oven?”

“I am so proud of you, buddy!” Poe grinned with glee while you just huffed.

Looking from Poe’s excited to your slightly irritated expression, Snap obviously thought it would be best to try and tread a little more carefully, so he said, “Aaaaaall right, I have no idea what’s going on here, I just came to ask whether you have some of that amazing koyo juice oft yours left?”

“Sorry, Snap, we’re all out of koyo juice.” Poe shook his head.  

“Because somebody drank it all,” you added.

“Only because somebody loved it so much,” he left a quick and sweet kiss on your temple, “and somebody also happens to knows that his baby prefers grown up juices anyway.”

You just gave him a look and turned back to Snap.

“I could offer you some milk?” you suggested.

“From the cooling chamber!” you immediately added a little more high pitched than intended before Poe could open his mouth.

“Excited already, are we, bups?” Poe grinned. “And I haven’t even started to lick any of your tools yet.”

The ease, with which he caught the dish cloth you threw at him, was more than infuriating.

“There’ll be no licking tonight, Commander, unless you start to behave!”

“Hmmmm…” Poe took a step towards you and placed both his hands on your shoulders to pull you a little closer. “Are you telling me that you would like your commander to be a little less cocky?”

Putting one hand on your hip before popping it to the side with enough force to throw him off balance, you took a deep breath before explaining, “First of all, there’ll be no beaters to lick because the ingredients are mixed together by…”

“Yeeeeees?” Both Poe and Snap seemed to compete for whose grin would be able to eat more shit.

“Ne-ver-mind!” you grumbled when BB-8 chirped a helpful, “Mixed together by hand?”

“Thanks, Beebs!” you sighed.

“Sooo…” Poe deducted with ineffably deliciously furrowed brows, “it’ll be a hand job, then?”

“Not in front of my cake, Poe!”

“Of course not!” he nodded sympathetically. Doing a cute little half-pirouette, he approached you from the other side. “From behind, then?”

“Please, sweetie,” you groaned, “I already have a headache!”

“Hold on!” Snap piped up while pouring himself some milk into a mug. “Isn’t he supposed to ask whether he could get in before you pretend to have a headache?”

“What exactly do you think I am doing here, pal?” Poe asked.

“I am not pre… all right, that’s it!” you exclaimed, pointing your thumb towards the door.  

“You two – out!”

Beebs gave a confused “Blee blup bloo?”

“Not you, Beebs!”

To put some emphasis on your demand, you grabbed your whisk and held it up in front of Poe’s face in what you hoped would come across as an at least slightly intimidating stance.  

“I won’t be afraid to use this!” you warned him.

“What are you planning to do with that, bups, beat us until we’re stiff?” Poe said, only partially successful at trying to suppress a smirk, which turned into a half-giggly hiccup.

“I could always upgrade this to a broom, you know?”

“To sweep me off my feet? Nah, you don’t need any toys for that, babe.”

“Hon, if you want to threaten him, you really need to stop turning him on,” Snap threw in some well-meaning advice.

“I am trying!!!” you cried in exasperation.

“All right then, let’s settle this like gentlemen… and ladies and… those who have yet to make up their minds!” Poe announced.

Hopping theatrically towards the counter, he picked up one of your spatulas and turned around to cross it with your whisk in an only slightly overdramatic gesture.

 “I’m game!” he declared wiggling his eyebrows.

“As in you’re a wild animal?” you asked trying to sound as unimpressed as you could manage.

“Only if you want me to be,” Poe said without missing a beat.

“I can’t believe you fell for that,” Snap giggled.

“Okay, then, how about you try to be a gold fish for a minute?” you suggested.

“You mean moist and slippery and with an ever present kissable pout on my lips?”

Trying to ignore his very pouty lips that were indeed more than kissable, you said, “I mean mostly quiet!!!”

“Moistly quiet?” he asked as his eyebrows started another round of advanced cardio exercises. “That’s not how I remember moist parts of last night.”

“Would you like me to put a sausage into his hole?” Snap offered his help again.

But you had already grabbed the next best thing to throw at Poe, which you realized too late turned out to be an open bag of flour. Even though he ducked immediately, his upper body ended up covered in a layer of fine white powder. Which made him shut up for exactly two and a half seconds.

The dust settled just in time for BB-8 to realize that Poe hadn’t actually set fire to his booty this time and that his extinguishing services wouldn’t be required today. Shaking his little dome he started to sweep up the mess.

Meanwhile, Snap was squirting milk everywhere between hiccups of laughter, when Poe remarked dryly, “You leaked a little there, pal.”

Snap had to give himself a little shake. “I had no idea it was that easy to make you see white, buddy,” he giggled.

While you were still contemplating whether you should apologize or whether he maybe actually deserved it at least a little, Poe was already laughing again.

“That’s all right, I’ve always wanted to wear a flour crown. Like a proper flower girl!” he beamed.

“You look more like an inverted version of a chimney sweep, buddy,” Snap remarked.

“Well, I’d be more than happy to sweep my baby’s chimney.”

“How about you sweep yourself out of the door, instead?” you suggested. “This kitchen obviously ain’t big enough for your cake and mine!”

“Ahhhh, but you see, babe, the great thing about my cake is that you can eat it and still have it.”

His proud little grin was maddeningly adorable and the lovely crinkles around his eyes, which were even more prominent now that they had been decorated by a crust of flour, didn’t exactly help to lessen his effect on you.

So you thought that simply biting your lip might be your best option right now.

“Aren’t you even gonna help cleaning me up after making a mess of me?” His smile turned into a pout.

You just rolled your eyes.

“And after that I can provide you with a way better reason to roll your eyes,” he said becoming more enthusiastic by the second.

“Tell you what, bups!” He began to jump up and down in excitement. “You help me clean myself up and I’ll lube up your dish for you.”

“You can oil it up for me.”

“Whatever you fancy, bu-hu-hups!”

The last words evolved into a hearty sneeze, sending a cloud of flour from his curls to the ground.

This drew a series of seriously indignant and frustrated beeps from BB-8 before he started to sweep all over again.

“Sorry, Beebs, you really don’t have to do that,” Poe tried to appease his little droid.

“Blooeeeyyy beep boop buhp blippy?”

“Wh… did he just say…?” you asked in disbelief.

“ ‘Shooting out of two holes, are we?’ ” Poe confirmed with a proud smile.

“Sweetie, what have you done to your droid?” you said as you began looking around the kitchen to try and find some tissues for him.

“Like father, like son,” Poe beamed, giving his droid son a fond little pat on his dome. “Talking about shooting out of holes, babe…”

You turned around with so much force that all three of them took a synchronized cautionary step backwards when you said, “You even think about making a joke about covering my cake in juicy and thick cream, sweetie, and you’ll be creaming nothing but your own cake for the next month.”

“Well, that wouldn’t be any fun at all, would it?” Poe pouted a little deflated before his face lit up again. “Unless you’d like to watch?”

“Not particularly, no,” you said convincing, basically, no one.

“Come on, bups, I’ll even whip up all the cream for you you could possible ask for and I’m gonna take extra care not to whip it out…” he paused dramatically, “...of the bowl.”

“I’ve never loafed so hard in my life.”

Poe eyes widened as he gasped, “Babe, was that… was that a pun?”

“No, it wasn’t. And just so you know, for every bad innuendo or pun of yours, my cake will be off limits to you for another day.”

“Just to be clear, what kind of cake are we talking about now? Because if it isn’t the one you are currently baking, that would mean you just made an innuendo yourself and this would kind of cancel out whatever I hmpnfssefefed…”

Placing a hand over Poe’s mouth, you mentally prepared yourself for the licking attack that was inevitably going to follow. Instead, you let out a surprised little gasp when his eyes softened and he gave you the gentlest of kisses to your palm, because he just had to be adorable like that when you tried to be angry with him.

Forget about melting chocolate, the way he looked at you with his soft baby ewok eyes would have melted parts of you in a way that would have been considered unhygienic even if you hadn’t currently been lingering in a kitchen setting.

You couldn’t help but smile at him, even if it came with another fond rolling of your eyes.

“If you two don’t take the cake,” Snap said shaking his head. “Come one, Beebs, I think it’s time to leave mommy and daddy alone.”

“Thank you for cleaning up Poe’s mess, Beebs!” you shouted after them over Poe’s shoulder as they left the kitchen.

“Oh really? Don’t you mean your mess?” Poe’s voice took on a growling undertone as he took another step towards you.

“I wasn’t the one who made me throw the flour,” you shrugged.

He had to open and shut his mouth a few times before settling for a particularly expressive raised eyebrow instead. Which send another little cloud of flour towards the ground.

“Your face looks a little cakey, there, Commander.”

“Really? Hmmm, I wonder how that happened.”

“It’s a complete mystery,” you professed. “Need some help clearing that up?”

“The mystery?”

“That.” You nodded. “Or I could start with your face?”

Lowering his head so that he was looking up at you from beneath his impossibly lush long lashes and dropping his voice by an octave, he growled, “Dough it!”

You tried to suppress a snort as you drenched a washcloth in warm water and hopped onto the kitchen counter.

Less than a nanosecond later, Poe was standing between your legs, leaving precisely zero point zero room for you to get to work.

“Sweetie!”

He just gave you an innocent smile.

As you let the wet washcloth dangle over his head, dangerously close to his curls, he sighed and took half a step backwards.

That sigh was only the beginning, as he began to hum with pure contentment when you started to gently wipe down his face. You couldn’t help but smile at the way his eyes fluttered closed as if he was receiving the most luxurious spa treatment.

Judging by his disappointed look, you were finished way too soon for his liking. “I think you missed a few spots there, bups,” he said.

“You think so?”

“Definitely.”

“Let me take a closer look, then.”

Cupping his cheeks with your hands, you gently turned his head from side to side.

“I think the use of professional equipment may be required here, Commander.”

“Go ahead, Lieutenant,” he choked up. “I’ll be brave.”

So you left a soft kiss on the middle of his forehead. And one on the tip of his nose. And one on each temple. And one on his cheek. And one on his brow. And one on his chin. And one on his infuriatingly perfectly chiselled jaw line. And you didn’t stop until all of his face had been covered in kisses and the last of the flour had definitely been eliminated.

You would have topped it off with a kiss to the crown of his head if his curls hadn’t been so thoroughly bathed in flour.   

Since you still felt a little bad for what happened, you tried to de-flour his hair by giving him an intense but gentle scalp massage. His head lolled towards you within seconds and as his face found its place in the crook of your neck, he began to make the most satisfied of purring noises. As you let your nails scratch carefully over his scalp, his purring turned into soft moans. Until you accidentally brushed over that one spot at the nape of his neck making him squeak and do a little hop.

“I am sorry, sweetie!” you chuckled. “Sometimes I forget how ticklish you are.”

“What are you talking about, I am not ticklish,” he mumbled while nuzzling his face into your shoulder again.

“I am sorry what now?”

“I. Am. Not. Ticklish.”

Raising both eyebrows at him, you said, “Wanna prove that to me?”

“I don’t have to prove any… no no no…”

As you let your fingers ghost over the same spot ever so lightly again, he jumped backwards, trying to shield his neck from your hands. This of course left his arm pits completely unguarded, inviting you to launch a full blown tickle attack on him. Vacillating between squealing and laughing and begging for mercy, he kept trying to fight you off as you worked your path along all of his most ticklish spots.

His shirt became more untucked with every attempt at defending himself against your skilful wiggly fingers until his tummy basically begged for your undivided attention. As you redirected all your forces towards this beautifully naked patch of skin, Poe didn’t last another moment before you both tumbled to the floor with him landing on his back and you coming to sit on top of him.

“So…” you said as you were both fighting to catch your breath. “You are not ticklish?”

“Definitely not,” he panted as a smile spread across his face.

“Right…”

Wiggling your fingers, you went in for another round of tickles. But this time he caught your hands easily and held them tight as he slowly pulled you down towards him until your face was level with his.

With his smile growing even wider, he rubbed his nose gently against yours a few times before cooing, “I am sorry, bups!”

Furrowing your brow with suspicion you asked, “For what?”

“First of all, I didn’t know you had a headache.”

“Hmmm.”

“Anything I can do to make it better?” he asked softly.

“You mean like kneading me through?”

Poe gasped, “Was that another pun?”

“No.”

“Actually, I was more thinking along the lines of easing your pain with rhythmic movements of my fingers…”

“Pohoeeee…” Your groans of leftover irritation turned into groans of heavenly relief as Poe began to massage the sore muscles in your neck.

As he worked his way down your back while leaving soft kisses on your temple, you could feel yourself melting into him and his warmth and his softness until you began to wonder whether you had actually turned into a pancake.

Mumbling into the fabric of his shirt, you asked, “What’s second?”

“Second? Oh, second, you’ve got some chocolate on your face.”

Raising your head, you chuckled, ”You mean the one you left there earlier?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Of course you don’t.”

“What I do know,” he continued, “is that you have to let me kiss it away or there’ll be rain and nothing but grey skies for the next two weeks. I am sorry, bups, I don’t make the rules.”

As he began to kiss away the chocolate on the corner of your mouth, you could feel him smiling against your skin. His smile grew even wider as he continued his kisses on your cheek and along your jaw line and down your neck and your shoulder and…

“I’m sure there wasn’t any chocolate down there.”

His breathy laugh tickled pleasantly on your skin. “Sorry, bups, it’s just a little hard to tell where the chocolate ends and your sweetness begins. Hold on, let me try again.”

Retracing his earlier kissing path, he worked his way back to your mouth, with every single brush of his lips against your skin sending another shiver down your spine.

You sighed, “Did you find the spot this time?”

“I think I may need another sample for a proper statistical analysis. You know…”

“…for science?” you chuckled.

“Exactly.”

“Are you ever gonna stop prokrastibaking and let me finish making that cake?” you asked not in the least motivated to get up again.

“You are aware that you are the one pinning me to the ground right now, right, bups?”

“If you put it like that…”

“Also… shouldn’t you give it some rest so that it can rise before going in?”

You turned your head back down to look at him properly. At the way he bit his lips, trying to suppress a smile until the effort made him scrunch up his nose in the cutest way, as if the sparkle in his gorgeous crinkle-framed eyes didn’t say it all. Maker, you loved this dork.

“It’s supposed to become a cake, sweetie, not a bun,” you finally tried to explain.

“Right,” he nodded, “because we still have to work on that one.”

“Nooooo, because it only rises in heat. Which, in your case, would basically be all the time. “

“I can certainly confirm that something else is rising, Lieutenant.”  

As the cheekiness and soft adoration in his eyes were joined by longing and something way, way darker, you decided that the cake batter might as well wait a little longer. After all, you had all the cake you needed right here underneath you.

“In that case…” you smiled. “I really think it’s time we got started on that bun.”

Thank you for reading 💜

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The old courthouse, Cheltenham

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Art request: Anything Peggy Carter / Captain Carter!

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LIFE DAY

Pairing: Poe Dameron x gn! reader

Warnings: none, Life Day fluff 🎄

A/N: English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there’s any mistakes.

Word Count: 1k~

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In a cozy corner of the Resistance base, Poe Dameron, BB-8, and yourself, prepared to infuse your quarters with the spirit of Life Day. Poe, at this time of the cycle, had a surprising knack for holiday cheer.

With BB-8's cheerful chirps echoing in the room, the three of you sifted through boxes of decorations sourced from various planets. Glittering ornaments, shimmering crystals, glowing flora, and exotic ornaments and twinkling lights filled the space, waiting to be brought to life.

Poe's eyes sparkled with excitement as he hatched a plan to transform your modest quarters into a festive haven. As he stood on a chair, maneuvering to hang garlands, he laughed at BB-8's attempts to help, the droid rolling around, lending a mechanical hand wherever possible.

As Poe, you, and BB-8 busily adorned your quarters, the enthusiastic droid's attempts to assist in the decorating frenzy took an unexpected turn. As BB-8 zipped around the room, eager to contribute, its rounded form rolled precariously close to a box of shimmering garments.

With an innocent chirp, BB-8's curiosity led it closer to inspect the dazzling fabrics. In a moment of carefree exploration, one of BB-8's round plates became entangled in a particularly elaborate garnment, causing him to start spinning around trying to get rid of it just to get caught in a makeshift cocoon.

Poe and you glanced over, stifling laughter as BB-8 spun in a comical attempt to break free. Its playful beeps turned into a series of frantic whistles, indicating its plea for help.

Quickly rushing over, Poe gently untangled BB-8, suppressing chuckles while apologizing to the droid. With a relieved series of beeps, BB-8 rolled away from the treacherous garment, you swore the moment BB turned around he looked slightly flustered even though it impossible for droids to do it.

Despite the brief mishap, BB-8 remained was ever eager to resume its helpful role in the decorating process , rolling back into action, though he resumed his labours more cautiously this time, to ensure its helpfulness didn't lead to any more unexpected entanglements. The incident only added to the laughter and joy that filled the room, creating a cherished memory amidst the joyful chaos of Life Day preparations.

With your guidance in the process and Poe's determination, the room soon became an eclectic mix of holiday joy. Trinkets from different worlds adorned every corner, and BB-8 spun happily, his chirps and beeps became a beacon of cheer throughout the room.

All along the decorating progress you and Poe stole glances and shared knowing smiles, reveling in the shared moment and the simple joy of being together during this special time.

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As the decorations adorned every available space in your cozy quarters, Poe with a mischievous glint in his eyes, seemed to have a hidden plan. He stealthily retrieved a small but vibrant sprig of mistletoe from one of the boxes.

With a sly grin, Poe casually dangled the mistletoe above your head, his expression playful and teasing. As you glanced up, noticing the festive greenery, Poe leaned in closer, his voice laced with a charming flirtation.

"Well, well... seems we've stumbled upon some tradition here. Care to partake?" Poe's tone was light, his eyes dancing with a hint of mischief as he gestured to the sprig of mistletoe, a knowing smile playing at his lips.

Caught off guard yet delighted by his playful gesture, you couldn't help but laugh at Poe's cheeky approach. Feeling the warmth of the moment and Poe's charismatic charm, you met his gaze with a playful grin of your own.

With both of your eyes reflecting the twinkling lights and with a laugh and a shared glance, you playfully obliged, indulging in a brief but sweet kiss beneath the mistletoe.

BB-8 chirpped for your attention as he saw the both of you as if he was asking to take part in the tradition, you knelt down to place a kiss on the top plate of his head and he let out a small coo as his circuits warmed up.

BB then rolled playfully towards Poe to get him to do the same.

They shared some bickering on how he was ‘definitely not’ going to kiss him but at the end he reluctantly knelt down to kiss and hug his best buddy, creating a perfect opportunity for you to snatch a picture of the both of them, a playful thought in your head to maybe use it to tease them later and share it around base as Life Day card.

Poe's playful banter and BB-8's helpful beeps filled the air, creating a heartwarming atmosphere.

When the last light was strung, Poe proudly stood back, surveying the room's transformation. BB-8 beeped happily, seemingly approving of the vibrant display.

“Just one more thing missing!” Poe said as he stepped out of the room, to then step in to surprise you by fashioning a makeshift "star" for the top of your tree, crafted from spare ship parts, which brought a smile to your face and a string of excited beeps from BB-8.

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As Life Day arrived, your decorated quarters became a haven of warmth and joy within the base. Friends and colleagues from base popped in, marveling at the cozy, festive atmosphere Poe, BB-8, and you had created together.

In that little corner of the galaxy, amidst the ongoing battles, as the galaxy celebrated in its unique ways, you, Poe, and BB-8 cherished this moment, grateful for each other's company and the chance to have your own little bubble of joy to enjoy for a couple of moments. Your small yet spirited celebration served as a reminder of the simple pleasures and the importance of togetherness during the holidays. And in your decorated quarters, the warmth of friendship and love made Life Day truly special.

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