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Space Between Us

Poe Dameron x Female Reader

18+ only nsfw, established relationship, mutual pining, 'two idiots in love' :)), stuck / stranded, oral sex (f receiving), mild language, explicit sexual content, canon typical themes, crait, bb8

request for @tlcwrites 💙 & @paper-n-ashes 💙 for the 500 followers celebration

Restless mornings on Ajan Kloss knew only of warmth and sun; light reflecting its natural glow upon almond shaped leaves, and a mess of tools scattered across a dull black pavement. 

While the trees glistened with dew, dripping with the sway of Summer's gentle breeze, there would always be a familiar hand waiting to meet it there; for any sign of fresh air to make its way towards him, in a momentary shade of cool, felt with a slow inhale of breath.  

Fingertips weathered by grease and work, tiredly wipe away smudges of dirt left behind upon warm skin; eventually picking up again at the side of his x wing, where he had left off with them before. 

He huffs a bit in exhaustion, tinkering with unnecessary things just to keep himself distracted, from his dreams the night before, and an unconscious bite of his lip in the space where you now occupy all of his wandering thoughts. 

But all of it proves to be of no use; not when the corner of his eye seemed to have much better things to do...

You often watched him from afar, eyeing the way his flight suit hit just so when tied halfway around his hips, or the way his eyes looked in the appearance of daylight. It was only a matter of time before you had begun to daydream of his hair, imagining your hands disappearing into each wave and dark curl, before eventually…

eventually ...

And before your mind can finish its train of such welcome thoughts, somehow it is he who always tends to find you there; Poe Dameron, catching up to where you've been staring, all while bearing all of his teeth in a smile, and waving towards your direction when he can't seem to think of anything else to do... 

A single breath catches in your chest at this very moment, just as it does for him; but neither of you seem to know, how could you? It's impossible to even begin to understand each other, especially when you had been 'two idiots in love'. 

Nevertheless, it is the kindness in your eyes which says it all, simple, subtle looks that breathe life into each new day, for you, for him; yet, the 'not knowing' always takes part, that no matter where you are together, it's as if you had simultaneously been nowhere at all…

Lost, as they often are, your eyes tend to favor the floor where your feet sense the need to quickly rush; from this space, your mind, your heart, settling instead for sitting, because that's probably the best thing you could possibly do…

focus. 

he's just being nice, right? 

right…?

…

Beeping excitedly around Poe from across the way, is a lively BB8; the adorable droid, who you had easily grown to love, was such a good friend to everyone. 

The little guy nudges him playfully nearest to his feet, as if saying something to get his attention.

"Yeah, yeah, I know buddy … she is very beautiful."

*more joyful beeps and sounds*

"No, I haven't told her…"

…

A visibly agitated Poe walks swiftly down the hall, moving faster into the new week just as quickly as the one before had passed.

Close enough to hear all of the happenings from the comfort of your office, you can't help but overhear what sounds like an argument, and a loud, alarming crash. 

Your heart races as you leave your desk a bit worried, but still, you can't help but want to see just what he's gotten himself into this time... 

"Commander Dameron, please, don't make a scene."

"No, let's!" 

With eyes wide, you watch as Poe pushes past someone in a hurried rush, clearly upset, and biting back a fit of anger that would have certainly warranted a motherly slap from the General.

At the turn of the corner your steps carry themselves forward, and before you had even realized what you were doing, soon you were bumping into a very handsome, wound up pilot…

"Hey, hey, slow down."

And where the palms of your hands have soon landed upon his shoulders, all of his frustrations had suddenly slipped away; relaxing with an exhale of breath, at the soothing feeling of your touch.

"Everything is fine, I'm here."

…

Not long after the meeting of your hands in the hallway, you had been tasked with a crucial mission to the salt flats of Crait; an impending battle laced within a wide expanse of red and white, that thankfully, you would be witnessing from the ground below.

Poe hadn't left your side for a second, leading the charge from the safety of an abandoned cave, that aside from a few scurrying vulptices, it had just been you and him taking refuge inside of it.

With datapads in hand, your eyes began to pour over maps and signals, making sure every pilot in your squadron had been accounted for.

But a wave of stolen glances somehow breaks all of your focus; catching one another's eye every so often, in the space where you had been reading. 

Watching you completely engrossed in your work, Poe admires you from just the slightest bit over your shoulder; before leaning over to whisper something softly in your ear.

"Always the perfectionist…"

you swear his voice had been as smooth as the way he flirts...

"I just want them to be safe out there, that's all."

"They will be."

Without realizing, your eyes have closed themselves to the work in front of you; sensing a sudden touch of affection beneath slow hands, feeling every motion made over the small of your back, all the way up to your shoulders, and then … he's turned you to face him there.

Poe had never been this near, the way you wanted him to be; his brown eyes, caressing silently along your skin with warmth where the two of you now stand. He closes the space between with the gentle grasp of his hands, and fingers now carefully intertwined with yours at the seams. 

Smiling as if for the very first time, his eyes remain forever intact with yours, pressing a tender kiss to where your thumbs have joined in their embrace of one another. All of this didn't seem real, and selfishly, you had been glad that it was.

"You smell nice, Dameron."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He leans in closer, humming something pleasing where your arms have now wrapped themselves around; taking a chance the only way he knows how, at the meeting of your lips, in a deep, impatient kiss.

The table behind you slides against where your heels have fallen off balance, with Poe, only taking this as an opportunity to pull you in closer; and you lean into him, as much as your chest will allow…

"Is this alright?"

"Yes…"

Between breathless gasps of air, his teeth take to the edge of your bottom lip, enveloping you with a heated circle of his tongue, and losing all sense of focus when he's sure he just hasn't had enough.

The drag of your fingers begin tugging first onto the open collar of his shirt, then his mess curls; delicious salt and pepper waves, tickling softly at the back of his neck where your hands have soon disappeared, absolutely devoted to their wandering.

Brushing up against your thigh, you can begin to feel how his hard cock pulls tightly at his jeans, a muffled groan making its way against your lips where the two of you now fall; a rumble from high above, quickly shifting the two of you apart...

A sudden ambush takes over the skies, smoke and mirrors taking flight where x wings chase, and tie fighters erupt; the strike of action taking over the ground beneath your feet, and with a crash of stone, a wall of boulders traps you both inside the shadows of your most intimate cave.

Shaken up by the sound, the palms of your hands latch onto Poe's chest where he shelters you from fear; holding you closer, and attempting to find a way out of there…

"Commander, can't you call General Finn? or Rey?"

"Commander, huh?" 

Poe raises a brow, a smug grin playfully tugging at his lips.

"Poe! We have to try to reach someone." 

"Maybe I don't want to just yet, sweetheart…"

"No?"

"No."

…

The storm of raging battle passes from what you can make of it from the outside; either one side has surrendered, or the ships have gone elsewhere… either way, it was eerily too silent to tell...

The only scene to exist now was the intensity shared there between you, spilling over in the ghost of your kiss from seconds before; and if this moment had been all you had left to be with him, now was the time to savor it.

...

In your fleeting separation, your eyes have met from across the way; Poe, shrugging off his jacket where brown leather now meets a pebbled ground, and his open shirt, soon to be tossed there along with it. 

It doesn't take very long for you to notice the long chain dangling from around his neck, a delicate ring, hitting lightly upon his chest as he walks; every subtle movement, enticing your thoughts into touch, as he moves one step closer.

Your hands begin to take over at his belt, almost envious of the air that he breathes while he waits; all because your lips had not been there. 

But as always, he notices you right away, unable to deny you of everything you had always wanted, what he had always wanted; speaking all of it into existence through pleading sighs of your name.

"When I kiss you again, there's no going back for me. This is it, you're it."

"This… you, and me, is all I ever wanted."

"Good." 

Suddenly, the only tension felt between you now, had been the helpless drag of your lips in their push and pull against his, finding yourself unable to catch your breath in your immediate need to feel him there. 

In a trail of gentle marks left behind upon his skin, you make time to ask him lovingly for his permission; to continue what you started, where his zipper now meets its end...

And he nods simply, eyes closed to a smile of 'yes', where you answer him with only but the circle of your tongue in a pattern of kisses along the strong outline of his neck. 

His cock is felt hard within the palm of your hand, grasping tightly there around in slow, deliberate strokes; unconsciously licking your lips in anticipation as you do. 

But, it seems that maybe he has other more desirable plans, at least for now…

And like always he's surprising you again, lifting you up onto the table and caging you in by way of his smooth, bare chest; the rough push of his knee, splaying your legs open, where he now stands. 

Poe brushes his thumb over the swollen tip of his cock, taking a bead of his arousal with him, before moving closer to the swell of your lips where your tongue has soon tasted him there.

He bites down hard onto his bottom lip, watching as you suck around his knuckle in ways he's only ever dreamed of when alone; imagining it to be something else as you do…

"Fuck, that's enough of that now, baby." 

Your whine at the loss of him from your mouth is just the slightest bit sinful, but he makes up for it; giving you his lips again, before letting out a pleasurable groan through the grit of his teeth.

The tip of his cock hits hard against him when he kneels down in front of you; dark brown eyes, relishing in the warmth radiating from your stare when he does...

Poe takes his time, taking you first by each ankle to slip off your boots, peeling away your clothes along with them; and soon it is two strong palms that have made their way beneath the flesh of your thighs, indents left behind upon your skin where a shiver travels down your spine.

Lips to flesh, his kisses are felt warm and deep; the scratch of a lazy bit of stubble, motioning slowly along the skin where your neck soon arches behind you to the air...

His touch sends you further than any day dream you could have imagined; fingertips running themselves through the slick of your folds, before ghosting over the peak of your clit, and teasing you with the idea of him being so close. 

But, he's waited so long for this, for you, the roll of your hips telling him that you had been too; and soon, his mouth has taken over for where his hands have been, and you swear there was nothing better.

The flat of his tongue takes all of you there with him, laving at your folds in salacious strokes, before circling back over your sensitive clit; almost cruel the way he flicks you there, sucking it completely into his mouth.

At this, your hands can't help themselves from tugging at his hair; fisting at all of his dark curls with a sweet cry of his name, that falls tiredly from your lips. 

Tasting your high had been a swift collapse into a dark wave of intensity, the sight of you alone leaving Poe in absolute awe; and where his eyes had fixed themselves upon your face, he couldn't help but watch as yours had quickly fallen shut…

"Please… I …"

Poe stands to meet you, out of breath and muffling all your pleasing sounds, before hovering over your lips, and kissing you there; slowly this time, and caught up in every inconceivable moment.

Where your legs unconsciously wrap around his waist, his hands have taken hold of you there; a tender motion left behind by his palms, before he manages to speak...

"When I make love to you, sweetheart, it's going to be in my bed. Not here. I promise you that."

"Poe…"

he hums at the patient and kind caress of his cheek …

"You deserve everything, and I'm going to give it to you…"

a loving kiss enveloping your lips, pulling away for no reason other than for having more to say …

"... once we get the hell out of this place, that's for damn sure."

and your laughter fills the space between you, 

in a clash of teeth, 

and hands, 

that can no longer remember a time,

when they had not been 

woven, 

there,

together...

… 💙

a/n -- thanks so much for reading ! 💫had so much fun writing this, combined two friends' similar requests ;) hope you enjoyed this story, & as always please let me know what you think !

✨ a comment or reblog is greatly appreciated ! 💙

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"Yours...just yours." 🥰

something even better

Poe Dameron x F!Reader

18+ only, love, romantic fluff, birthdays, friends to lovers, sweet gestures, bb8

Writer Weds (Aug 25th) organized by @autumnleaves1991-blog 💫 based on the photo prompt, with masterlists compiled by @clydesducktape 💫

Wafting it's delightful sweetness into the air, the smell of freshly made pancakes begin to make way for the focused smile lighting Poe's handsome face; a pat of butter hitting the sizzling heat of his pan there in the kitchen, just as another batch is being readied to be poured.

There are bits of flour everywhere; stray fingerprints left behind in the mess laid out upon the counter, where remnants of tossed eggshells, and batter, lie waiting to be cleaned, from the practice batch he had started only hours before.

But right now, he's finally got a good rhythm going; promising himself, and the excited sounds of his trusted friend BB8, that he'll be sure to wipe everything clean, later.

"You think she'll like them, buddy?"

With one last flip to his newly perfected breakfast, Poe looks away there for a second; only to be swiftly met with such happy beeps; those, having been one of BB's most fondest sounds. 

The restless little droid circles through tables and chairs, before making his way back around; nudging Poe softly nearest to his feet, as a reminder for him to pay attention, before looking back down. 

With a towel slung over his shoulder, he turns off the stove; stacking the miniature pancakes onto a big enough plate to fit them all, before dusting them with an eager helping of powdered sugar. 

He thinks of your reaction to seeing them, wondering whether you'll be absolutely surprised, or if the look in your eyes would be just the slightest bit more brightened; wanting nothing more for you than an endless well of possibilities, for your birthday to be special. 

Then all at once, BB makes another joyfully, tender sound.

"You're right! Almost forgot the candles! Good thinking little guy." 

When he finds them in the gentle space of the drawer from where he'd last left them, he takes kindly to each one between his fingertips; delicately pressing their endearing blue stripes into the pancakes' smooth fluffs, all while making a promise to his hands not to shake, when eventually he would have to light them.

…

By now the warmth of early morning's winding kitchen mess had all but gone away; the counters and tables, cleared of all the dusted sugar and crumbs, instead set with balloons and flowers in their humble place; chocolates and cookies found scattered all around, held together by ribbon, and only the nicest wrapping paper.

When he stops to remember all of this thoughtful party planning, there's only one person on his mind to lift him from his memory; the one who's amazing smile has often been known, to distract him the most from all of his distant worrying. 

But, of course, it was no secret that he might've had a little help with getting some of these things just right; feeling all of a sudden thankful, for you, and the good friends known to have a lighter, more force sensitive touch…

"How's everything look, BB?"

His best pal spins his praise into heartfelt beeps turning into playful echoes of happiness; turning away from him delightfully, before answering the knocking sound being made there at the door.

"Just a minute!"

Poe had never felt this affectionately nervous before; forever known as the confident fighter pilot, you were one of the only people in his life to ever spring such softness there upon him.

And soon, there you were, simply standing there; capable of rendering him speechless in a matter of seconds, just as you always had, somehow, all over again.

…

Before you could even say anything, the palms of his hands were ushering you quickly inside; his smooth fingertips weaving themselves at the seams with your own all the while, hurriedly doing a terrible job of covering your eyes, in failed attempts at surprising you there.

"What are you up to, handsome?" 

Picking up on the heavenly scent of syrup and jam, your shared laughter soon filters throughout the room, inviting you nearer into softened undertones of subtle candlelight, flickering in the morning shadows of your backdrop.

"Keep your eyes closed, just a little longer…"

He motions around your figure, taking to the edge of his bottom lip with a playful little bite when he does; if you'd have seen him there, you just might have lost all train of thought; in favor of just kissing him over and over again, completely content with forgetting that it might've been your birthday all along.

"Alright, now open them."

The splay of his hands fall into a loving press there at your sides, as he whispers into your ear from his tender place behind you; the covering of your palms, resting against his where you've met him, in a heartfelt brush of your thumbs. 

"Poe!"

You turn into him then, burying your smile wide, and deep into the curve of his shoulder; savoring the very scent of his skin peering out from the collar of his shirt, along with the beautiful stack of pancakes on the table; enjoying all of him there, immediately, just as much.

"Happy Birthday, baby." 

Looking up for a moment, you begin to lean into his touch further; completely unsure of where to look first, the simple pleasures lining the kitchen table, or the newfound light there held within his eyes; his strengthened arms embracing you tightly, in their grasp of comfort there around.

"You've never called me that before..."

He nods with an all knowing grin; so sure of himself while confidently standing there, as if all this time his feelings for you hadn't been so incredibly obvious before. 

The blissful tide of things had only brought you closer; words left drawn out into satisfying sighs and whispers there upon his chest, pulling the gentle collide of your hips in the intimate space between, just begging to be flush. 

"Well, sweetheart, I think it's about time I start."

He finds the slow drift of a caress being made to your cheek as a better way of explaining just exactly what he means; sliding into patterned circles being traced against your heart, by his endless sort of touch.

With tired eyes soothed into something featherlight and pleasing, he gratefully hums at all of this; even more so now where your figures have become entangled, where your wayward fingertips slip into his hair, selfishly latching onto all the darkened curls. 

"And what should I call you then, hm?"

"Yours...just yours."

His forehead dips softly just about your brow, breathing in your warmth, and caving into the waking dream of something even better; the sight of your lips parting into pleasurable waves of heat when having been glossed over; falling into the perfect rhythm of kissing him, finally, purely intent on never letting go. 

… 💙

a/n -- thanks so much for reading ! 💫 my birthday is next month, so this one was totally self indulgent, imagining having the perfect day & breakfast with a certain handsome commander & his best buddy bb8. 🥞 hope you enjoyed this story, & as always please let me know what you think ! xo 🌸

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[cannedsoupsucks]

This is so lovely 🧡 I want to walk hand-in-hand with Poe in the beautiful fall weather, have him kiss me under vibrant canopy of leaves, and say heartwarming words to me.

Hi lovely 🌷 If you're still writing soft fall pieces I'd love one with Poe. If you aren't, please feel free to ignore.

Here are some pretty pictures that I like.

michelle 💛 these photos are so beautiful, it was hard to choose ! hope you love this comforting fall walk with poe my friend ! enjoy. xo 🌼🍂

infinite 

poe dameron x f!reader

18+ only, love, implied intimacy

You remember the beauty of this place so well; the touch of his hand and how it felt with yours pressed deeply there inside it; how the fanning of the breeze flew past each other's smiles between whispers made, during one of the kindest days you've ever had.

It feels just the same now as it had then, if not better, in this tender dwelling of Autumn; the crisp air kissing your lips against the current of the wind, and his soothing trail of words spoken, enveloping you with so much love.

"Are you cold, sweetheart?"

He asks you this in that low sort of way that makes your knees weak every time, catching onto your breath where it seems that maybe you might have lost it; your fingertips, already taken up with his curls, lazily wrapping around them all without answering. 

too distracted.

"Not anymore…"

You've found yourselves amongst a wondrous path lined with trees, rustling their inviting sound into softly fallen hints of crimson colored warmth. It reminds you of his embrace, affectionately strong in all his winding intent to hold you close; and your cheek, nestled with a pleasurable graze along his, just basking in the feeling of it all.

"Take my jacket, baby, here."

Walking with your palms woven there together, he breathes you in nice and slow, all while pressing a kiss lovingly to your temple; the distant fading of the sunlight, peeking its gentle rays onto the nearest hill, through all the branches high above the clouds.

Even in the quiet like this, he's content to take you with him; leading the way confidently, just as always, so proud of you just walking there tightly held beside him. 

"Hm, suits you…"

It makes you feel safest there to wander, drifting tiredly across the path curling there with amber leaves; your head resting on his shoulder all the while,  passing the last remains of green in patient stride, and all of the season's first signs of softened gold.

"Let's stop here for a while, handsome."

He follows the easy going sway of your hips, where the edge of his pinky is left captured by yours in the space where you've ended up; listening to how the leaves unfurl beneath your careful steps, lightly kicking them up into a mess from all their fallen piles. 

"Come here."

With a smile turned up to meet him playfully over the curve of your shoulder, already he's swept you into his arms; leaning his back against the embrace of trees, a stray bite to the edge of his bottom lip where both of you have been looking up.

"Being here with you makes all the sense in the world."

You've met each other again in those simple moments, where intimately tired eyes soothe themselves to a heartfelt close; foreheads featherlight and touching, as the palms of his hands splay themselves out tenderly to roam.

"It does. All of it, you, me…"

Between sighs of breath, it's the time that passes filled with endless relief that takes you so infinitely higher; falling fast, just as all the hints of color do, in their special way all around there.

Folding into the kiss he's been giving you hard, the slottling of your lips meld together at every plush angle; smiling through every slanting caress of laughter, consumed by being caged in by him, with nowhere else you can think of left to go.

… 💛

[cannedsoupsucks]

"The thrumming call of breathtaking light wills you towards it's fanning of majestic color and stillness; veils of turquoise and violet leading your eyes beyond the steady waves of the horizon, as if fondly held inside your palms…"

"A keepsake memory committed to your mind forever; singing to your heart's content with the slow and wandering feel of his kiss just to remind you of it."

This is just so perfect 🥰

Now not only do I want to see the northern lights and stay in an ice hotel, I want to do it all with Poe.

For Soft December I was thinking of this picture with Poe or Boba or Din. I've always wanted to see the northern lights and stay in one of those ice hotels. As far as tropes go, two of my favorites are bed sharing and huddling for warmth because they can be sweet and/or spicy.

All that being said, this picture may not be what you have in mind when you think of December, so please don't feel like you have to write anything.

northern lights, fill our skies

poe dameron x reader 

18+ only, love, comfort, huddling for warmth, implied allusions to intimacy 

thanks so much for this beautiful request michelle ! hope this soft story with poe brings a smile to your face, enjoy my lovely friend. xo A ❄💙

"Look up, sweetheart."

All is found here in this place, where hand in hand you'd never felt more alive, tracing over your careful steps there in a softened white, touched by a loving frost and left kissed by the stars.

Your eyes can't help but to stare with wonder upon the night sky of your living dream; the graceful happening of the Northern Lights, filling your heart with quickening beats of breathlessness. 

The feeling makes you sense the air, and the lingering chill behind it; an affectionate Winter distraction trailing over your skin in wisps of cold, brightening your smile to a cobalt breeze where perhaps you might have fleetingly forgotten about it.

"Look up, sweetheart."

He whispers this beneath your ear, featherlight and hopeful where tiny flakes of snow disappear into his darkened curls; savoring the inviting feel of having you wrapped inside the strength of his arms, caught up in the simple act of looking.

Pressing a loving kiss to your temple, he breathes you in, so safe and sound surrounded only by his soothing warmth and intensity; tangled deep inside your closeness, where nothing else truly seems to matter.

"It's so beautiful, Poe, I'm at a loss for words…"

The thrumming call of breathtaking light wills you towards it's fanning of majestic color and stillness; veils of turquoise and violet leading your eyes beyond the steady waves of the horizon, as if fondly held inside your palms…

A keepsake of a memory committed to your mind forever; singing to your heart's content with the slow and wandering feel of his kiss just to remind you of it. 

"Come here baby, you're shivering."

Bringing you flush and hard against his chest, you're sure of everything in those moments, that this is where you both are meant to be; the tip of your nose nestling itself into a tired sort of pleasure against his face, caressing his pebbled cheek in circles with your satisfied humming.

"Stay close to me, just like this."

There's a gentle pull to welcome you there, a hint of something familiar and kind, known only in the intimate space shared so often between you; a smog of heartfelt air hovering over the corners of his mouth, almost selfishly wanting the slightest bit more where your parted lips have slotted there between them.

But he makes it known that he's happy just to give it to you, your ache for more, and his, for however long either one of you can stand it; captured by the beauty that is starlight in a blissful reflection of cold, completely lost in an indescribable aimlessness…

That is until later, when you aren't doing much of sleeping amidst all the sterling shades of blue; latching onto the panting breaths of one another by the fire, with only a fallen mess of blankets, and his all consuming touch unravelling around you.

… 💙