#poe dameron drabble

[proxima-writes]

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED

pairing: poe dameron x female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

word count: 1077

summary:

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

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

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

It was supposed to be a simple mission.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck me, Poe,” you finally say.

And fuck you he does.

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

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

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

“You, Poe,” you reply.

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

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

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

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

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

Ready for extraction.

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

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

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

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

“How did—“

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

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

“It’s Captain, actually.”

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[venuslore]

oh em gee okay what about "this is a good look for you." + poe dameron, maybe he gives you his jacket (prized possession) cos it's cold or something and then can't stop salivating over you in it 😵‍💫

requested by @bruisedboys ᰔ

𖥔 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐄'𝐒 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 𖥔

it was rare for you, or anyone, to see poe without his jacket during the day. it was the one thing he always made sure to have with him. well, that and bb8. no matter the weather, or the mission, the deep brown leather was always cradling his shoulders.

and yet, as you stood in poe's room, you couldn't help but eye the materialistic item as it sat before you. draped over the back of a chair, where he had taken it off only moments ago, before disappearing out the door.

it was certainly an upgrade from his last jacket, and there was no denying how good he looked in it. was it heavy? was it warm? did it... smell like poe? these were all things you had wondered before.

looking back at the door there was still no sign of poe, and you weren't sure how long he would take, but there was a tingling feeling in the pit of your tummy that was dying to try it on. surely he wouldn't mind, though, he also didn't need to know.

you decide to bite the temptation and pick it up from it's spot. so long as you put it back exactly where it was, what was the harm in trying it on?

the outside was cool to the touch and it was pretty hefty for a jacket, but poe was strong, so there was no doubt it weighed almost nothing to him. though as you slipped your arms inside and pulled it around yourself, the weight dispersed and it just felt...

...cozy.

the inside was softer than you thought it would be. smooth as it glides across your skin, and the longer you wore it, you realised that it did smell like poe. the faint musk of him invading your senses as you hugged it tighter to yourself.

"and what do we have here?" poe's voice cuts your thoughts and you quickly twirl to see him standing in the doorway. he takes a moment to look you up and down before returning his gaze to yours. "y'know, if you wanted to try it on, all you had to do was ask."

there's a playfulness to his tone and the longer he stares at you, a smirk slowly begins to tug at the corner of his lips. you watch as he kicks the door shut behind him and takes a few steps towards you.

"you aren't mad?" your voice is quiet, not scared, just quiet.

he shakes his head, taking the opportunity to take you in once more as he takes the sides of the jacket in his hands and pulls you closer to him. "no. this is a good look for you. in fact, i might have to get you to start wearing it more often."

"think that can be arranged," you match his grin now and press a slow kiss to his lips.

"oh, i bet."

[castiwls]

out of the woods - p.d

Pairing; poe dameron x fem!reader

Synopsis; based on the song 'out of the woods' by taylor swift

Prompt; 'remember when we couldn't take the heat, i walked out said im setting you free.'

Notes; I've never written for poe so i apologise if this is ooc

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“So you're breaking up with me?” Poe frowned from his place behind you. He crossed his arms over his chest letting out a sigh of disbelief.

“No. I’m not breaking up with you. I’m trying to keep you safe!” You snapped turning to face him. “I can’t lose you, and I refuse to be the reason you die, Poe!” You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment, pushing back the tears which threatened to spill. 

Poe shook his head taking a step towards you. He reached out to gently grasp your arm before running a hand up it. “What happened with Ren wasn’t your fault.”

“Really?” You let out a breath. “Cause it certainly feels like it!” Part of you knew that Poe was right. That Ren would have tortured him anyway to get the map but another part of you knew that he only upped that torture when he found Poe’s connection to you.

At one point Ben Solo was someone who you’d class as a friend, you’d trained together for years before fallen to the dark. From what you knew, you were the sole survivor of the temple and that placed a large bounty on your head, and in turn Poe’s head.

“It’s safer this way,” You dropped your voice to a whisper moving to place a hand on his cheek. You felt him lean into your touch, his eyes closing slightly. “Doesn’t mean I like it.” He said taking a breath.

You nodded gently tracing your thumb over his cheek. “Promise me, when this is all over,” He gestured around him pulling back from your hand. “When we’ve won. You’ll come back to me.” He held your hands in his pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“I promise.”

༉‧₊˚✧

Taking a breath you slowly began to walk down the ramp of the ship. Celebrations rang out all around you as more and more ships landed at the base. You’d done it. You’d actually won this war. The First order was gone for good and it seemed that peace may actually stay this time.

As you reached the bottom of the ramp you could feel people clapping you over the shoulder with congratulations as you passed. You continued to walk until you reached a clearing at the end of the base. 

You stood silently for a moment, watching the sun slowly begin to set over the planet. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were hiding from me.” A voice called out behind you causing a smile to slowly form on your lips. “Not hiding…just waiting.” You turned to face him your smile growing.

Poe grinned brightly back at you. Besides a few cuts, he seemed relatively unscathed, much to your relief. “We won.” You slowly stepped closer to him, watching as he shrugged his shoulders. “You won. We just helped.” He pointed a finger to your chest. “You're the one who went face to face with a Sith and won.”

Letting out a quiet laugh you shook your head. “Yes, well. You were the one who took down the First Order,” You shrugged tilting your head. “I think we are both equal.”

Nodding he smiled. You both grew quiet for a moment before you felt him place a hand on your cheek. Rubbing your cheek with his thumb he stared at you for a moment. “If I recall, we had an agreement,” Poe whispered leaning down slightly. You tilted your head slightly, looking up at him. “I believe we did.” 

A pit of butterflies began to swarm in your stomach as you felt him pull you closer with his other hand. Poe stared down at you a moment longer before leaning forward to connect your lips.

Letting out a small gasp you melted into his hold. Every worry you’d had over the last few years seemed to melt away as you stood in his arms. You knew you still had a long road ahead of you in terms of fixing everything the First Order had broken, but in that moment none of that mattered.

All that mattered was that you’d won.

[eyelessfaces]

being able to lay on them comfortably no matter the position.

"you look gorgeous. stunning. jaw-dropping. breathtaking. do you see what i'm trying to get at?"

when others can tell you're in love (or really care abt one another) just from the way you stare at each other

massages whenever they seem stressed

are all so poe🥺🥺😭

I did "you look gorgeous. stunning. jaw-dropping. breathtaking. do you see what i'm trying to get at?" + massages whenever they seem stressed :)

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Your palms are sweaty, your heart is racing and thumping inside your ribcage, and right now, Poe looks ten times more excited for what’s about to come than you are.

“I’m gonna shit myself” you repeat once again, making Poe scoff as he wraps his arms around your waist from behind you and leaves a kiss at your shoulder.

“Public speaking isn’t fun, especially for the first time but once you’re rolling it gets easier,” he mumbles, his cheek mushed against your shoulder. “I promise” he adds in a whisper, kissing your temple. 

You close your eyes and take a shaky breath, exhaling loudly.

“You’re doing this because you did a great job on a mission, you risked more out there than you will by talking about it in front of people” 

“I know” you sigh, fiddling with your own hands nervously.

“And,” he starts, standing straight again, his hands on either of your shoulders. "You look gorgeous. Stunning. Jaw-dropping. Breathtaking. Do you see what I'm trying to get at?" he asks rhetorically, massaging at the juncture between your neck and shoulders.

"Mh no, didn't really get your point across” you joke, turning to him with a small smile. 

"You look great. You're gonna do great. You got this" he smiles, biting down onto his bottom lip as his hand runs along the side of your arm. “And then again, even if you mess up, no one will care because you look breathtaking.”

You shake your head and laugh, and somehow, his distraction works. You’re a bit less nervous, and a bit closer to him.

“Thank you, Poe” you grin, reaching up to run your hand through his dark curls. 

He smiles proudly, and squeezes your hip as he leaves a quick kiss over your lips. “Just remember, deep breaths, don’t think too much about what you have to say and go with the flow, and most importantly imagine everyone in their underwear if it helps."

You snort and playfully hit his arm, and he laughs and pulls you by the back of your head so he can press his lips against your forehead.

“I’d even allow you to imagine me butt naked, but I think you would get too distracted”

You burst into laughter at Poe's playful comment, feeling the tension continuing to dissipate. He’s good at this, he’s really good.

“I might end up blushing so much I forget my own name," you quip, looking up at him with a teasing smile.

“Alright, maybe don’t do that. Stick with the deep breaths and the 'you got this' mantra.” he scoffs, his thumb gently brushing your cheek. You lean into his touch so easily, and the beating of your heart starts to regulate again.

“I’d like to, but I know the moment I’ll look into your eyes, the idea of your bare ass will be the only thing I can think about” you sigh and whine, nuzzling right under his jawline.

Poe chuckles, giving you a reassuring squeeze as he pulls you closer. "Alright yeah, you’re fucked. Sorry” you take one last deep breath, the physical and moral warmth of Poe grounding you. “I think you’re supposed to go soon”

You look up at him, an encouraging smile plastered over his face.

You know you got this.

[freelancearsonist]

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

absolutely! i hope you enjoy 💕

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Miss you too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dailyreverie]

"Let me know if there's anything I can do."

A/N: This is not set around the events of TFA, the gif is mainly for vibes only. Another request by @treasureswordsgirl55, thank you!!

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

CW: Mentions of injury.

The worst thing that can happen after a mission is silence, which is exactly what greets you when you enter your quarters as soon as you open the door. Silence, when it comes to Poe, means something's wrong, it means something pushed him to the very limit enough for him to ignore the rest of the world.

Poe rests with his back against the headboard, his head thrown back and his eyes closed, but the creases on his eyebrows show he's not relaxed at all. There's a bandage forcing his armto be pressed against his chest, burn marks and cuts all over his skin; he got hurt, and worst of all, he lost people, and that's a wound that bacta liquid can't disappear.

In times like this, when he's quiet and doesn't even turn to look at you, you know it's better not to press him, not to force him to do anything, but there are wounds that could get infected and dried blood staining his face, so with the few supplies you could get from the medbay you walk over to him and slide next to him on the bed. "Hi," is all you say, earning a small, short smile from Poe.

Your hands push his curls back, making him sigh from your touch as you massage his scalp. "I'm sorry. For everything." You speak with a whisper after a few seconds of silence, and you are, for so many things but overall for not finging him sooner and leaving him on the dark corner of your bed by himself dealing with his pain alone.

"I know." Poe confirms, his voice coarse and rough. Your fingers play and comb through his messy curls to reveal the source of the blood that had dried on his skin. There's no need to say more as you begin to clean every injury you can find. At some point he opens his eyes, filled with grief and pain, of a thousand different emotions that you have no idea how to start healing.

"I know there's nothing I can say to make this better, but I'm right here, okay?" you are finishing cleaning his face when you speak, kissing his stubble when you do. Poe's eyes finally meet yours, his healthy hand reaching for yours, a tired smile painted on his handsome face. "Let me know if there's anything I can do." Your gentle promise tugs the corners of his lips, your fingers tangle in his hair one more time, this time reaching all the way back until you can rest your hand on his nape.

He nods, with a "love you" whispered so low you would've missed it if you hadn't been looking at his swollen lip. He pulls you to his side, cuddling your body against his, helping your head find its usual spot on the crook of his neck. "Just this. This is enough." Poe says against your hair, and with that he lets his body fall asleep.

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[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

can I get a poe dameron fic please!! I have an idea where the reader works in intelligence on the resistance base and works on comms. poe gets trapped somewhere, and she talks to him to find his way out and saves him. THEN there’s a victory celebration at the resistance base, and poe asks to dance with her, the girl he’s had a crush on from a distance, and then he recognizes her voice and realizes she’s the one who saved his life

A/N: hope you like this. I missed writing for our hot shot pilot.

Lifeline

Pairing: Poe Dameron x fem!reader Warning: angst, fluff

Slow days were a mystery in the resistance. No one had experienced such a day in forever. But today was everyone’s lucky day, or so they thought.

The alarm went off and everyone sprang into action. The pilots made their last repairs before shoving their tool in their toolboxes and kicking them away. The helm and communication center opened the coded channels for every squadron to communicate and receive orders.

Everyone in communication got a team assigned to them. Yours was the black squadron with their infamous leader, Poe Dameron. Or like your friends liked to call him, your walking daydream. But there was no time for daydreaming. You had to focus all of your attention so Dameron and his crew came home safely.

There was a slight crackle at the and of your com till the deep, soothing voice of no other than the Black Leader himself. “Com station this is Black Leader we are ready to jump.” You smiled as you heard his excitement through his voice. “This is com station. Black squadron is clear to make the jump.” Poe thanked you before pushing the last buttons.

It was more or less radio silent between you and the pilots. Till Poe requested a private channel. You opened it with furrowed brows, “Everything okay, Black Leader?” Poe huffed, “No, there are too many fighters. We are ready to retreat. More like my squadron is. I have a target on my back.” Instantly you began to type in his location and searched for possible routes to escape. “Tell your team to retreat and come back to base. I send you coordinates to your next jump. Follow my plan and your ship will be the only thing with scratches on it.” Poe huffed out a laugh. “You are the best. I hope I can thank you later in person.” Heat rushed to your face and you smiled shyly, “Get home safely. Then you can thank me.” Poe followed every step of the plan and as you said, he came home without a scratch. Not even his ship had any tents. His team ran over as he stepped down the latter. He was embraced in a tight hug.

There was a celebration afterwards. Everyone drank and danced. Laughter was heard through the whole base. With a drink in his hand and his droid by his side he searched for the voice of hope during his hopeless mission. Finn ran after him and stopped him as he waded through the mass of dancing people, “Hey, why that determined face.” BB-8 ratted out his friend. Finn smirked and shook his head in understanding. Poe only rolled his eyes at both his friends. “So you are searching for your lifeline?” Poe’s cheeks turned a hue of pink. “But you don’t know how they look. Just how they sound.” Poe shrugged, “I know. It was a bad idea.”

The pilot turned and looked at the people around the makeshift dancefloor. He found you in your group of friends laughing and drinking. Out of no where Rey stood next to him and Finn, “Talk to her. She is really nice.” Poe tsked and wanted to walk away. “Just go to her and ask her to dance with you. Finn and I can’t stand you looking at her and imagining the rest of your life with her. And don’t get me started on the bet between your squadron.” Poe huffed and rolled his eyes before he stomped away from his friends. Rey held up her hand and Finn high fived her.

You laughed hard as on of your friends told you about her day down at the med bay. Your stomach hurt from how hard you were laughing. You felt a tap on your shoulder. You whirled around and came face to face with your crush. You heard your friends whistle lowly before they slowly walked away from the two of you. Poe scratched his neck. His posture told you he was extremely nervous. He cleared his throat, “Hey, I wanted to ask. Do you like- no. Do you wanna dance with me?” He held out his shaking hand. You nodded and took it. Poe let out a breath.

He led you to the middle of the dance floor. During the time where he asked you to dance the pace of the music changed. It became slow and romantic. Poe pulled your body to his. “I hope that’s o-okay?” You smiled before nodding. You hummed softly to the music. Poe heart speed up as he heard the soft tunes escaping your perfect lips. “Do you have any plans tomorrow? After your shift. Wherever you may be working.” You grinned as he nervously rambled. “No, nothing. I work in the communication center. Directing squadrons. Today-“ “You!” You were interrupted by him. “You were the one who saved me today! I was looking for you. Thank the maker I found you.”

Before you could say anything back you felt soft lips on yours. Your eyes went wide and your brain stopped working. Poe felt your lack of movement and stopped. “I-I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncom-“ This time it was your turn to shut him up.

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Error, Flight Not Possible

Poe Dameron x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2022!

Fandom: Star Wars

Prompt: “Check that again, are you sure?”

Summary: A short little fic about Poe and Y/N, established couple, spending time fixing an X-Wing together. Just a little fic of adorable domestic fluff and teasing.

Word Count: 1,006

Category: Fluff, Humor

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"Alright, just one more little tweak..."

I chuckled to myself as my boyfriend shifted around under his X-Wing, tinkering with the engine to try to get it back up and running. I popped another piece of popcorn in my mouth and glanced down at the datapad by my side, waiting for any sign of a change.

I heard a pop, and Poe grunted as he twisted the wrench in his hands for all he was worth. His X-Wing had been pretty beaten up in his latest dogfight, so badly that it needed some serious work to get up and flying again. Poe had been working on it all afternoon, trying to fix the problems. I'd been providing moral support.

"Okay! Let's give this another try."

Poe put together a few wires underneath the ship and started her up, and the engines flared and spluttered to life. He rolled out from under the ship and looked at me hopefully as I turned to examine the datapad.

"Mmm it's still saying Error, Flight Not Possible."

"What? No!" he cried, throwing his hands up in frustration. "Check that again, are you sure?"

"Yeah, sorry babe," I said, my eyes scanning the datapad one last time before turning back to my boyfriend. I gave him a sympathetic smile. "It's still not working."

"Dammit all to MUSTAFAR."

Poe ducked back under the X-Wing, but I couldn't hold back a laugh at my boyfriend's frustration. He quickly reappeared and fixed me with an incredulous look and a raised eyebrow.

"Seriously? Aren't you supposed to be supporting me right now?"

I gave him a guilty smile. "Sorry babe. It's just... it feels like you should, I don't know. Call a mechanic? Like, a real one? Who works on ships as their primary job, not just as a hobby?"

"Oh, so you have no faith in me. That's what this is about." Poe whined, playing up the drama as he rolled back under the ship. "I see how it is. I never expected you to be the one doubting me, but the more doubters there are, the more people I have to show up!"

I giggled again and stood from my chair, picking up the datapad and heading over to Poe. I crouched down on the shop floor next to him, then pulled over another rolling thing like the one Poe was laying on to work on the ship. I got as comfortable as I could, then rolled under the ship to lay right next to him, close enough that our arms were brushing.

"This is crowded and horrible, and I'm gonna get a bunch of oil on my clothes and in my hair," I announced. Poe turned his head to grin at me, his hair a mess and his face covered in sweat, and I felt my heart speed up a bit.

"That's hot," he said. I laughed and punched him in the arm, and he chuckled as he rolled a few inches away from me from the force. He wasted no time scooting back towards me, pulling my wheely-thing even closer to his with the hand that wasn't holding the wrench.

He leaned towards me, shifting onto his side in the already-cramped space. He had just enough room to turn over, his shoulder brushing the underside of the ship as he did, until he was completely facing me.

"Thank you for joining me down here, my gorgeous moral support," he said with a grin. I huffed and faked annoyance, but couldn't keep a smile off my own face for long.

"Anytime, flyboy. Although I still say you should call a mechanic."

Poe hummed and leaned towards me, steadily eliminating the remaining distance between us. I pulled back slightly, wrinkling my nose at how dirty and sweaty he was. He came to a stop, his mouth dropping open in exaggerated offense, so I sighed.

"Alright, fine. Don't be so dramatic."

He grinned as I reached up and threaded my hand through his hair, pulling him the rest of the way towards me. Our lips met, and just like I thought, Poe tasted like sweat and oil. Still, he was warm and sweet, and as he dropped the wrench and shifted his now-free hand to my waist, I absolutely melted in the comfortable embrace of my boyfriend. I loved him more than anyone or anything in the world, and especially with all the danger and uncertainty that came along with the Resistance, I'd take every second of time I could get with him.

Even if that meant making out under an X-Wing in a tight, hot, dirty space.

"Poe," I muttered, pulling back just slightly as Poe moved to deepen the kiss.

"Yeah, Y/N?" he breathed, nuzzling into the crook between my shoulder and neck and leaving a trail of kisses there.

"I love you so, so much-"

"I love you too."

"But I think we should go back to fixing the ship so we can get the hell out of here as soon as possible."

Poe sighed heavily, then pulled away from me.

"Fine. All the more incentive for me to finish this quickly, I guess. So we can get back to what we were doing a minute ago."

"After you take a shower."

"You know, you could always take a shower wi-"

"Poe!"

"Fine! Fixing the ship."

Poe picked his wrench back up and resumed his tinkering, and I took the opportunity to stare at him with absolutely no shame. A smile slowly rose to my face as I watched him work, and my heart swelled with love. I'd lay under a hundred X-Wings in a million terrible different locations and environments if it meant getting to spend more time with him.

He was the love of my life, after all. And every time it felt a little too hard to keep fighting and a little too easy to quit, he kept me going. No matter how much we teased each other, we were a dream team, through and through.

[poeticandors]

(Poe anon here) I THOUGHT YOU WERE CHOOSING FOR US AGSJDHD My fault!! Anyway could we get [FIGHT] and the "They're trying to help you" quote from the reunited prompts? Love me a little angst in my fluff 😌

Lololol my fault! I should've been more specific. But thank you for answering!!!

[ FIGHT ] for receiving muse to not recognize sender or medical staff trying to help them, due to being drugged or otherwise disoriented – so they fight.

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A low beeping combined with a mechanical whirring is the first thing  you manage to hear while slowly stirring awake. The second you hear are voices– voices you can’t seem to recognize. The last thing you remember before passing out was a blur. All you seem to recall was the blaster bolts flying past you, the burn of a few hitting their mark on you, and the sound of Poe’s voice.

Poe.

Your vision slowly comes to you as you begin opening your eyes, in search of Poe as you glance around the room. You don’t recognize any of these doctors or medical droids around you. Your mind is in such a haze that you can’t even focus on what they are saying to you as they finally notice that you are alert. When the first doctor comes over to start checking your vitals, your heart begins to race out of fear. 

“No… no, no– stay away from me,” you mutter, trying to pull back from the doctor. 

“We’re just going to check–”

“I said stay away!” You scream, getting out of your cot as you reach for the nearest weapon– a scalpel that was left on the trey next to your cot, and hold it out shakily. “Where is he? Where is he?! What did you do with him?”

You wanted to get out of here. You needed to find Poe, because if something happened to him and you were stuck here… Maker, you didn’t want to think about what was possibly happening to Poe. Was he here with you? Was he being tortured or questioned? Was he even alive? He would never leave you here by yourself with unknown people if he was…

You were so focused on the idea of Poe possibly being dead that you didn’t even process the figure saying your name as it came up next to you, your hand shaking as it grips the scalpel. When you finally do, you see Poe standing next to you, his hands up as you point the scalpel at him. 

But it wasn’t possible. Poe couldn’t be here, because he was dead. This was a trick somehow, and you needed to find your way out of here before they tried hurting you as well. 

“Get out of my way,” you mutter. 

“Sweetheart, it’s me,” Poe says calmly, as you stare at him with a crazed look. “You’re safe, you just took some bad hits and they needed to take care of you.”

“No, no!” You shake as one of the doctors tries moving to you, and you point the scalpel at them. 

“Hey, hey, don’t worry about them. They’re trying to help you. Focus on me, sweetheart.” 

You turn back to him, listening to the way he says your name as he steps towards you. You slowly begin to come out of your craze, recognizing Poe as you slowly lower the scalpel. 

“...Poe?” You whisper, tears filling your eyes. 

“That’s right, sweetheart. It’s me. Your Poe,” he carefully grabs your wrist, pulling the makeshift weapon away as he hands it back to a doctor before you throw yourself into his embrace. Your soft sobs fill the room as Poe holds you close, gently rubbing your back. 

“I-I thought… I thought you…” you can’t even bring yourself to finish, the rest of the sentence getting caught in the back of your throat. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

Poe keeps whispering apologies to you as he sets you back down on the cot, the whirring and beeping from the machines and presence of the other doctors long forgotten as he keeps you close to him

[fantasyqueen502]

Sam the Samaritan

Relationship: Poe Dameron x male alien

Rated: PG

Mentions of mental injury

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I must be dead." He swallows.

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

Leaning forward until their foreheads touched.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Poe chuckles as Sam gives him a dismissive glare.

"I guess Sam will have to do."

"Sam?"

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

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

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

[lieutnt]

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

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

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

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

[multi-fandom-imagine]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you Poe.”

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

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

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

[eyelessfaces]

hit us with poe and the movie prompt? 🥺 (only if u want to tho!!)

[MOVIE] Person A helps Person B silently orgasm while watching a movie in a room full of other people.

I had so much fun writing this tbh

+18

The Resistance had organized a horror movie night in one of the briefing rooms, and Poe had practically begged you to go with him.

You couldn’t deny him anything so you went, but your only request was to be in the back of the room in case you wanted to take a nap, because while you were happy that the Resistance organized this kind of stuff, you had had a long day of work and you were exhausted.

You’re focused on the movie for the fifteen first minutes, but you can’t keep your attention after that, fatigue making you lose track of it.

And you could fall asleep, if it wasn’t for Poe shifting in place and moving around every time you feel like you’re comfortable enough leaning against him.

You grow impatient and slip your hand under the blankets covering both your laps to put it over his thigh to steady him, but when your hand happens to land elsewhere than where you meant it to, you get why he’s all wiggly, and your lack of logic due to fatigue tells you that if you get rid of this problem, you will get your beauty sleep.

Doing this right here is a risky game, but it’s a game you’re willing to play.

Poe looks down at his own lap when you start palming him through his pants, and while you would love to see his expression, you try not to tear your eyes from the hologram when you unzip his pants and slide your hand inside his underwear.

Poe lightly clears his throat when you wrap your hand around him, and you softly nudge his chest with your elbow to signal him to be quiet.

You know this is dangerous because you know Poe can be loud, but you also know there’s no turning back. He’s hard as a rock and it would just be straight up cruel to leave him like that.

It’s kinda ironic how you're now able to focus on the movie.

You pump Poe slowly, twisting your wrist and stroking him the way you know he likes, and he’s fisting the blanket to keep some composure.

You can feel him twitching under your touch, the thrill of the situation making all of this so much more exciting.

You truly wished you could see Poe struggle to keep his calm but you really didn’t want to seem suspicious to Rose who was sitting eight feet besides you.

"You better keep it down when you cum" you whisper, leaning your head against his shoulder. He bites down on his lip, closing his eyes, and you kiss his cheek when you apply more pressure on your strokes.

The knot quickly tightens inside him and he’s close, he knows it, and you can feel it too.

He doesn’t know if it’s the context making him so worked up, or the fact that you’re nonchalant about jerking him off in a room full of people; either way this doesn’t change the fact that he’s close and that he doesn’t know if he’s going to be able to be silent when he reaches his climax.

A ragged breath leaves his mouth when you squeeze and stroke him harder, and you can’t help the smirk that covers your face as you still pretend to be focused on the movie.

He’s sent over the edge when you circle his tip with your thumb, and he has to be the luckiest man in the galaxy as a jumpscare in the movie allows his moan of release to go unheard, covered by the frightened screams of the people in the room.  

You’re baffled at the amount of luck he has, and he throws his head back against the wall as his cum slowly drips down his cock and over your fingers, your hand now covered in his release.

Fuck.

[freelancearsonist]

"Reader is famous for faking all their orgasms and Poe takes it as a challenge. Later Poe is counting all Reader’s orgasms during sex." LDKFHGFKL

OMG THIS IS PERFECT sorry these prompts have taken me so long to get to

It’s not like you meant for everyone on base to find out. You just started by telling a group of your friends.

And it’s not like you do it on purpose. But when a guy you’re sleeping with says “yeah, I can tell you’re getting close. Come for me” and you’re actually nowhere near coming, it’s less embarrassing for everyone involved to just… fake it.

You’re not sure which one of your friends started spreading the fact that you’ve never had a real orgasm during sex, but a lot of people on base are very outraged by this revelation.

More than one past fling storms up to you, very publicly in the mess hall, and screams at you for faking it, for making a fool out of them.

It very quickly turns into a nightmare.

The girls all sympathize—most of them probably haven’t had a real orgasm during intercourse, either. But the men all treat you like some kind of war criminal; like it’s your fault they aren’t good in the sack.

Well, most of the men. All except one.

You’ve never slept with your commander but maker, have you wanted to. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted out of a man. Incredibly smart, handsome, charismatic, and so sweet. He makes friends with everyone he crosses paths with, never forgets a face or name. You’re not the only person on base who would give just about anything to have a shot at him.

Not to mention the fact that Poe Dameron is rumored to be incredible in bed. Which is honestly a surprising rumor to be so commonplace because you’ve talked to nearly every person on base and you’ve never met a person who actually has slept with him.

Odds are, he hooked up with one person and the details they gave their friends were so mind blowing that they spread around base faster than a wildfire.

But as fun-loving as he can be, his main focus has always been on the job. He’s one hundred percent invested in this war, in helping all the people that he can.

So it’s more than a little frustrating when he hears these rumors about you and suddenly you’re all he can think about.

It would be a lie if he said he’d never thought about asking you out before, but the need to fight this war was always greater than the need to set a foundation for after it.

It’s not so black and white anymore, though. Because he feels awful about the way your fellow resistance members are treating you, and awful for the way you’ve never slept with anyone worth your time.

He’s positive he’d be worth your time.

It takes him a while to figure out how to ask, and when he finally does? It doesn’t go according to plan, because of course it doesn’t.

He’s leaned so casually against your x-wing, smiling genuinely as he talks to you and he’s about to ask you out when BB-8 comes from out of nowhere and practically tramples you.

Moment ruined, and now he has to pick you up and apologize profusely for his rude droid (who’s definitely going to get a half-hearted scolding later).

You insist that you’re fine, that you don’t mind at all, that BB-8 probably had somewhere important to be, and Poe’s so overwhelmed by your kindness where most people would be outraged that he just kisses you. It’s completely involuntary but suddenly his lips are pressed to yours and you’re moaning into his mouth and tugging on his shirt to pull him closer and he’s not mad about his droid ruining his speech.

You start to tug him towards the ladder of your x-wing as the kiss deepens and grows desperate, and it takes every ounce of his willpower to tell you, “no, not here.”

Instead, he takes you back to his quarters, hand in hand and both practically jogging because of how eager you are.

He presses you up against the closed door once he gets you inside and murmurs “you won’t have to fake it with me,” against your neck, and no combination of words has ever made you shiver quite like this.

But even with all the rumors you’ve heard, part of you is scared you’ll have to fake it with him, too. That maybe you’re broken or there’s something wrong with you and you’ll never actually orgasm with another person.

He shuts that thought down faster than he dragged you to his quarters.

He barely has all your clothes off before he’s pushing you back on the edge of the mattress and dropping to his knees in front of you.

“I’m not in a rush,” he tells you as he brushes his lips against your inner thigh. “Take all the time you need, okay? Show me what you like.”

But you don’t have to say a damn word to him because he somehow knows exactly how to curl his fingers, exactly how to flick his tongue against your clit, and suddenly you’re having the most earth-shattering orgasm of your life.

You whine and push him away when you get too sensitive, and when you see the pure shit-eating grin on his face you can’t help laughing.

He grins along with you, placing gentle kisses up your body until he finally meets your lips. It’s all gentle passion, trying to convey deeper feelings through a simple kiss.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, gently guiding your legs around his waist. “Thank you for letting me take care of you.”

You’re amazed that this wonderful, selfless man is thanking you when he just gave you your first non-self-inflicted orgasm.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you whisper back, trying to convey your affection by scattering little butterfly kisses across his jaw.

“You don’t have to thank me.” His smile is genuine as he takes your chin gently between his thumb and forefinger. “This is entirely selfish on my part. I knew you’d be gorgeous when you came, and I really wanna see it again?”

Your eyes go as wide as dinner plates. “Again?”

He just chuckles at your incredulity. “You poor thing. You’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow.”

[dailyreverie]

Okay this is my last one and you don’t have to do any of them btw. Kidding prompt: “ kiss me, i’m miserable. “ + grumpy!Poe

Grumpy Poe is something so personal.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

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Poe’s curses could be heard even from the far corner where the door to the tarmac is. His boots are sticking from the belly of his X-Wing and BB-8 serves as both a lantern and a welder, sending sparks all around them but, apparently, not achieving that much.

“I heard your ship was damaged.” You call as you approach them, interrupting the next string of kriff’s and shit’s.

Poe grunts when sparks fly from under the ship again, following an apologetic beep from the droid. “Yes it was, and looks like no one is able to fix one damn thing about it.” You wince at his tone. Even if not directed to you, you can hear how angry he is at everything right now: at his ship, at the mechanics, at his lack of knowledge about how to fix whatever it is that has Black One in such a bad shape.

“How long have you been down there?” BB is the one who answers after Poe conveniently claims he didn’t hear your question. “You need to sleep, Poe. It’s late already.”

“I need to finish this, sweetheart, or else another one of those mechanics is going to try and break everything again.” His stubbornness makes you roll your eyes and kick softly at his feet with a whine of his name. “It’s like they don’t want to do his job, I swear! They didn’t want to help, they couldn’t even look at it properly, and now I’m left doing everything on my own while they are sleeping-”

“Poe, not even you can fix it now. It’s late, you’re tired, you need to sleep too.” You tried reasoning, but his ranting went on and on about how no one was able to fix his ship. It had happened before when “no one was listening to his plan” a couple of weeks ago, and about three weeks before that, when the droid mechanics were “tweaking BB-8s memory”. None of that was true, the only thing that was true, was how exhausted Poe’s head was. 

It’s not that he was being mean, or wanted to blame things on people, he was just tired. Of war, of fighting, of everything that came with it, Poe could only handle so much and he was about to reach his breaking point, seeing every little bad thing as a fight he needed to win. 

You pulled the board he was laying on towards yourself, forcing him to stop both his ramblings and his work, looking at you with a surprised stare, his face tinted with oil and grease from how long he was there. You cleaned with your sleeve as much of his face as you could, but a shower was more than necessary for both his dirty body and his tired muscles, the soothing motion of your fingers made him get lost on you as your eyes found each other for reassurance, soft smiles and delicate fingers helping Poe finally, for once, relax.

You didn’t have to say anything, since as soon as he looked at you he knew what was going on.  Poe let out a deep, long breath that seemed to carry every worry he had. “Can you kiss me? I’m miserable.” Poe admitting his defeat was rare, but your sympathetic smile and your quiet laugh brought him back to his regular, more relaxed Poe. You kissed him, he had earned it after all, and you can never deny him from it. His shoulders dropped as if you had lifted all the weight from them just by pulling him out of underneath the ship and kissing him, with a soft kiss that made every worrying and self-destroying thought disappear from his head. Poe molded into your arms as you sat there by the foot of his ship, holding your waist tightly as to never let go of your lips.

Your hand stayed there, on the base of his neck as he realized it all. “You are tired, Poe, please come get some rest.” He nodded with sadness in his eyes, almost regretting going off about all his problems with you.

“Will you join me?”

“Always,” you comfort him with a kiss one last time.

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[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

Footsteps in the Snow

Pairing: Poe Dameron x gn!reader

Warning: mention of hypothermia, fluff

Summary: hiking through the snow

"When I told you I wanted to hike through snow, I didn't mean hiking in the snow of Hoth." Poe turned to you and shrugged. "Why not? The snow has a good consistency to build something. You told me once you wanted to build an igloo. Let's make one!" You sighted. "Poe I really love how thoughtful you are, and I love your childlike wonder. But I am too cold to build anything. I am actually too cold to do anything. Can we please get back to the ship and cuddle for body warmth."

Poe turned to you. A charming smile on his face. He held his hand out for you to hug him. "Come here, icicle." You giggled as you crashed into him. Poe didn't anticipate your strength. You both tumbled into the fluffy white. With a small 'oof' you landed on top of your boyfriend. He let out a strangled breath. "Starlight, you wanted to cuddle for warmth. I think neither of us will get that warmth now." You sighted. "But you are so cosy right now. I think I will fall asleep on top of you."

Poe’s Eyes widened. "No you won't. I think you had enough Hoth for a lifetime." Carefully he untangled himself from your arms and pushed himself up. He picked your slightly unconscious body up and carried you over to the Falcon.

After ridding you both from your cold and snow drenched clothes he laid you into the bed in the captain's quarters. He found a thick blanket and covered you with it. He made his way to the cockpit and started to set course for Yavin. As the ship flew through the galaxy at light speed he made his way back to you. Carefully he pulled the blanket up and cuddle up behind you. "I hope you don't have hypothermia. You won't let me live it down. Sleep tight love."

 

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